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Lin Lang woke up from another bed this time.
Waking up every day to find that your bed partner is not the same person is so exciting.
After more than half a month, Mo Xiaoyan found that her life hadn't changed much, and gradually became more courageous.
She didn't want to sleep in that cold and unpopular study anymore, so she resumed the habit of changing rooms to sleep every day, but she didn't dare to perform live erotica at night.
Dragging her "blessing", every time Lin Lang opened her eyes, she was in a different room, the people around her changed back and forth, and she had to get up in the middle of the night, put on her clothes and go back to the east wing where Xie Liancheng was.
How should I put it, in Lin Lang's eyes, this heroine is actually a bit of a loser. Apart from being able to read some poems and say some shockingly advanced words, she actually has no extraordinary skills. This can be seen when she works as an errand in the Ministry of Etiquette. The ability to be lazy is better than the first.
When the male protagonist Xie Liancheng didn't mention her, she was like an ostrich, subconsciously avoiding Lin Lang's existence, as if she didn't know, covering her ears and still living her "chic life". She is more like treating Lin Lang as a "rescue soldier". Every time the Ministry of Rites assigns her a task, she will always save it for the "next day" and let Lin Lang complete it for her.
However, Lin Lang won't make her happy for too long, life must be a little fun, right
"Are you leaving again?" The man beside him asked in a low voice, his amber eyes became more and more beautiful under the dim candlelight, and there was an inexplicable resentment in his eyes that made her I can see clearly.
Lin Lang smiled inwardly, it seemed that the tossing and tossing during this period was not without results.
Mo Xiaoyan was too confident in her own charm, or in other words, she was too confident in her men's self-control, thinking that after a wonderful "deep" communication, the men would be steadfast and "never give up" on her. One and all".
In fact, men are pretending to be confused.
For example, Wen Ting's words are worth pondering.
He never used "you" in front of Mo Xiaoyan.
Lin Lang played the role of a cold general other than Xie Liancheng. Hearing this, she just raised her eyebrows coldly, trying to pull out the arm that was pillowed by him. However, the other party did not move his head meekly away as usual.
"Today is my birthday." He said in a low tone, "It is also the thirteenth year since I was kicked out of the house."
Because of her unusual pupil color, before being taken into the palace, Wen Ting lived a life of wandering that was rejected by others. Compared with other nobles, Wen Ting has an inferiority complex that is hard to heal.
He would seldom expose the bloody forest's wounds in front of others, even Mo Xiaoyan. It was the first time Wen Ting confided his heart. He saw the sympathy and pity in Mo Xiaoyan's eyes. In order to compensate him, the other party desperately bought him clothes and jewelry.
Gradually, he stopped talking.
Actually, that's not what he wanted.
All he wanted was someone who shared his fears and honored his past instead of being isolated as a special, fragile thing.
Lin Lang fell silent after listening.
Wen Ting was a little disappointed, and was about to raise his head to let her go, but when she heard her speak, her voice was as cold as ever, "So, what wish did you make this year?"
He stared at her blankly.
It was the first time that she really realized that she was not the prince.
The prince will directly ask him what he wants, and ask people to go out and buy it back, and then hold it in front of him to please him.
But she asked him, what did you wish for.
Wen Ting's nose was sour.
How could someone as humble as him have the qualifications to make a wish
Making a wish is a willful right only for children, and there are only cold benefits and results in the adult world.
He is a sinner who is stuck in the mud. He has nothing. If he wants something, he has to exchange it with his only body.
Wen Ting thought that in order to survive, he had already adapted to the rules of the game of these dignitaries.
But why, this simple wish made him lose control of his emotions
The other party's eyes didn't dodge, those eyes were like cold pools, very oppressive, different from Mo Xiaoyan's gentleness, he was very flustered, and said, "I, I don't know."
"Can you write?"
The man shook his head, unconsciously drooping his beautiful and slender neck.
"Then I'll teach you."
Wen Ting raised his head suddenly.
"Let's say it first, if you stupid apprentice can't learn well, don't say I'm your introductory master, I can't afford to lose this person." Lin Lang put on a high shelf, with a cold dead fish face, unreasonable.
This didn't stop Wen Ting's joy at all. When he got excited, he subconsciously threw himself into Lin Lang's arms. Lin Lang couldn't stabilize her body, and the two of them fell out of bed with a "gudong".
Lin Lang hugged him, and stretched out his hand to protect the other person's head, but she bumped into him badly. The pain was so great that she just wanted to greet the ancestors on the floor kindly. This heaven-defying boyfriend power really can't be "exercised" casually of.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Wen Ting obediently admitted his mistake.
"Just kidding, I'm not as delicate as your men. With your small body, ten of you wouldn't be too heavy." Lin Lang kept a straight face and opened her eyes to talk nonsense. You know, her flirtatiousness is at the palace level, with a small injury, how can it be difficult to defeat her
The man's silver eyes were bright, with a strange look on his face.
He originally planned to get up, but after hearing these words, his face flushed, and his hands that were on the ground turned around Lin Lang's neck, shyly pressing down on her body.
Press and press, shake and shake.
Lin Lang, who was falling apart, said, "..."
There is nothing to love.
There is a tragedy called lifting a rock and dropping it on your own foot.
Lin Lang suddenly wanted to take back the pretentious words just now.
The flickering candlelight was reflected in the paper window, and the figures of the two gradually overlapped.
Wen Ting glanced at Lin Lang secretly, the lights outlined her calm and serious face, her brows were curved like sharp edges, her thin lips were tightly pursed, and she had the demeanor of a master.
His eyes fell on the palm of her hand that held him. The other person, with these hands, can only take off his clothes, touch his body, and launch aggressive attacks.
But this person's palm was soft and hot.
"What's that word?" he asked softly.
"Wen Ting."
For the first time, he felt that this name, which was randomly given by his parents, endowed him with a kind of warm power, which made him have the urge to cry.
So, without the heroine's knowledge, Lin Lang didn't hesitate to dig another wall, leaving her with no place to cry.
One day, when Mo Xiaoyan came back from the Ministry of Rites, she ran up to Wen Ting excitedly, and spread her palms like offering a treasure, "Ting'er, look, what is this?"
A string of delicate and beautiful emerald bracelets, shining in the sun.
This is a rare item. Most of the current market in Chu State is gold, silver, pearls and jade. Even if you have money, you can't buy things like gems. There was a relative of an official surnamed Cheng in the Ministry of Rituals who was doing border trade outside, and it was very prosperous. When he came back to visit relatives, he wrapped a lot of good things for this official, and she borrowed flowers to present Buddha to Her Majesty's favorite prince.
Wen Ting smiled, "It's so beautiful."
After speaking, he took it and put it in the top dressing box.
Mo Xiaoyan was taken aback, then figured out something, gave him a helpless smile, and took out the bracelet again, wanting to put it on for him personally, but only when she rolled up her sleeves did she realize that there was a bunch of faded bracelets tied around the other's slender wrist. red rope.
She didn't think much of it and murmured.
"How many times have I said that the palace is not short of money, and this is old, so don't wear it! New ones are so nice!"
As he spoke, he tore off the red string and threw it on the stool casually, and Meizizi fastened the emerald bracelet on him.
Wen Ting didn't struggle.
Mo Xiaoyan was in a happy mood today. The old Shangshu who had always disliked her before spoke highly of her, and the official surnamed Cheng, who was a bad enemy, gave her this big gift again, saying that she intended to make her a friend. She was proud of her officialdom It is windy to walk.
I can finally feel proud.
With this excitement, she wanted to find someone to do something fun.
She couldn't help but rushed towards Wen Ting, pushed him onto the bed, and skillfully untied the knot of his clothes with her fingers. Wen Ting gave her a different feeling from others, he was soft and docile, like a spring of clear and untainted spring water.
Mo Xiaoyan sucked his neck, and the other party lay upright, his eyes gradually lost focus.
When the work was over, the woman was sleeping soundly, Wen Ting took the lead in putting on her clothes and shoes, ordered hot water, and scrubbed her body from head to toe with soap. He sat in the bathtub for a long time, and when the hot water had cooled completely, Wen Ting took a clean towel, and carefully wiped off the water droplets on his skin until a layer of red appeared.
As if he didn't feel the slightest pain, he put on his underwear and walked out with his damp hair. Wen Ting bent down, picked up the red string on the stool, patted the non-existent dust, and put it properly in the skirt, the place closest to the heart.
I'm sorry, you have been wronged because of your master's humbleness.
Wen Ting lowered his eyes, his beautiful eyelashes trembling slightly, restraining all expressions.
All this was given by the prince, and he has no right to be wronged.
Even if he feels that he is - dirty.
Wen Ting has struggled in the mud, he has endured hunger and hardship, and he understands the hard-won of a stable life better than others.
Maybe he should be like a gorgeous canary, obediently flattering and currying favor with his master.
This is in his best interest.
It was obviously a simple matter, but now he couldn't convince himself.
——He wanted to reflect the cleanest face in that person's eyes.
But he is already dirty.
Get dirty by someone else.
The man turned his head.
He stared blankly at the person on the bed.