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Wen Ting is grateful to Mo Xiaoyan, he is grateful to her for saving him and giving him a good life without having to work hard.
If Lin Lang wasn't there, he thought he would always be grateful to her.
But gradually he didn't think so.
Every time Mo Xiaoyan came to his room, she always had sex with him. Women demand endlessly, and Wen Ting's body is covered with bite marks and claw marks that she intentionally left behind. In the air, the ambiguous atmosphere after love lingers for a long time.
Lin Lang didn't say anything, she taught him to write with a calm expression.
Wen Ting felt strangely embarrassed.
Later, when Xie Liancheng's condition worsened, Lin Lang put on hold the teaching of the two of them, and after waking up, she put on her clothes and left in a hurry. Wen Ting couldn't help but think too much, did she think he was too slutty, so she was disappointed with him
He fell into this self-doubt and self-loathing mood, and his attitude towards Mo Xiaoyan also changed. He plucked up the courage to refuse her courtship, but the nervous heroine thought it was a small affair between lovers, and was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, fantasizing that he was the protagonist of the overlord's hard bow, and forced Wen Ting to obey her .
Wen Ting looked coldly at the woman who was shaking on his body, his pale and slender fingers ran through the black hair, and gently rested on the most vulnerable neck of the woman.
Mo Xiaoyan would not know that under the spring grass embroidered pillow where the two had sex, Wen Ting hid a pair of slender and sharp scissors.
On the other hand, the news of Xie Liancheng's illness finally got out.
His father couldn't sit still, and the carriage soon arrived at the palace. Mo Xiaoyan was enjoying the sex with Wen Ting, when she heard her father-in-law coming, she almost rolled off the bed. Regardless of the pain from bumping her head, she quickly asked the man to wait for her to get dressed, and trotted out to greet her.
Father Xie didn't appreciate it. His son was sick in bed, and she was still in the mood to prostitute herself day by day, which showed that she didn't take Cheng'er seriously.
If father Xie was also a tough and prickly beauty when he was young, Mo Xiaoyan scolded Mo Xiaoyan so much that she couldn't lift her head, her face was full of shame.
He looked down on such a petty prince, dismissed her with a wave of his hand, and led a group of people to the East Wing, many of whom had the meaning of "strengthening his son": Mr. Xie's family is not everyone can ride on the head Up!
Xie Fu thought that his son was "depressed" because of being "bullied", but when he walked into the inner room, he was shocked. Xie Liancheng was sewing a navy blue women's gown with his head down. His gentle and virtuous appearance was like a "good husband and good father".
"Father, you are here." He stood up in surprise and helped him to sit down.
"Father heard that you were sick, what's going on? Who made you angry? You tell father, father will never forgive her lightly!"
Father Xie touched his son's thin cheeks, his eyes were full of distress.
"Father is worrying too much. It's all rumored by the outside world. It will be over in a few days." Xie Liancheng comforted him.
Father Xie didn't believe his words, if only he could live for a few days, how could he not improve after being sick for more than half a month? When Xie Liancheng was at Xie's house, he never got sick!
He carefully looked at his son's clear eyebrows, and suddenly remembered something, and said, "Have you been tricked by evil spirits?"
Xie Liancheng's face changed slightly, and the blood all over his body turned cold. He forced a smile, "Father, it's not what you think..."
Father Xie said, "I'm afraid you'll overthink it, but my father never told you. In fact, the fiefdom of the Wangfu was the residence of the general surnamed Li in the previous dynasty. Her clan, 125 people, live here They were all secretly executed by the royal family, and they were declared to be exiled by gifts. My father suspects that you may have been entangled by something dirty, otherwise you would not have been so seriously ill."
When Xie Liancheng heard this, his eyes turned black.
It turns out that none of her clan members escaped
Every night, Xie Liancheng was lying in her arms, and occasionally heard her reminiscing about her former relatives, and that lonely look made him unforgettable. She also said that if she could find her parents' cemetery, she must take him to the ceremony, so as to comfort her deceased mother and father, and the Li family had a new husband.
How desperate would she be if she knew that none of them were spared
Seeing his son's face turning pale, father Xie thought that he was frightened by this old incident, and quickly said, "But you don't have to be afraid, I brought a few powerful Qingyun Taoist priests for my father this time, and I will let you know later. They will do a ritual for your room and palace to get rid of the filth."
"No, no need!"
He refused, with a hint of sharpness in his voice.
When Father Xie looked over in surprise, he quickly adjusted his facial expression, "After all, the impact of doing things on the palace is not good. Father knows better than me that Her Majesty the Queen has always hated such gods and gods, not to mention that this place used to be a general The mansion, we have spent such a lot of trouble, don't we give people something to talk about?"
Xie father pondered for a while, "It's because my son is thoughtful and reckless because of his father." He loves his son eagerly, but he didn't notice the unusual tenderness and affection when his son called "Master General".
Xie Liancheng is now in the pain of love between man and ghost. He clearly knows that this is against human ethics, but he still wants the support of others, especially his father who has been protecting him since he grew up.
He followed this topic to some anecdotes and strange things, and when the atmosphere was almost over, Xie Liancheng asked carefully, "How does father think about the love between humans and ghosts?"
Father Xie frowned, his tone was unexpectedly harsh, and he reprimanded him, "Human beings and ghosts have different paths, Yin and Yang are separated, what good end can there be? It's better, that ghost went to reincarnation, and the rest of the people hang on and continue to live half their lives." If the ghost lives for hundreds of years and becomes a climate, the deeper the obsession in his heart, the more he will miss the love in the world, and he will drag the living into hell instead, and his family will be ruined."
"I want to tell my father that these boys who are obsessed with ghosts are unfilial. Is it worth it to lose their young lives for an unpredictable ghost lover? Have they ever thought that their parents would give white hair to their parents?" human suffering?"
Father Xie said something else, but Xie Liancheng couldn't listen any more. He held his dazed head, supported his limp body, and sent Father Xie out with force, listening to the sound of the wheels of the carriage driving far away.
The waiter Lianqiao saw that his expression was not right, and she was shut outside the door before she could speak.
When the people left, Xie Liancheng leaned against the door and gradually slid down.
His fingers curled up into claws, tightly grasping the skirt of his chest, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He gasped for breath, but he still felt like he was about to suffocate.
For the first time he felt selfish.
He is the eldest son of the Xie family, and has many younger brothers and sisters, but to Xie's father, he is the only child. He still remembers when he was a child, it was his father who taught him to read and write, holding him in his arms and watching the fireflies all night.
Xie Liancheng slowly buried his face between his knees, his black hair spread out on the floor.
My lord general, Lian Cheng, what should we do
At the beginning of winter, Longcheng ushered in the first snow.
Lin Lang came out of Yan Boye's room, and walked through the Jiuqu corridor with a lamp. The wind is cold at night, and there is a faint scum of snow. A few red plum trees bestowed by the court were newly planted in the courtyard in the distance, and broken jade chrysanthemums fell on the branches one after another, and the color of the flowers was suddenly red, like blood.
Another gust of cold wind blew, and the round of osmanthus soul in the sky was also covered by dark clouds, and the shadow on the ground became extremely dim.
When she returned to the east wing, it was quiet inside.
Liancheng turned his back to her, as if he was asleep.
Lin Lang skillfully hugged him into her arms, and the other party trembled, obediently snuggling up to her.
"What are you thinking, why aren't you asleep?"
She reached out to stroke his back, and then gradually fell asleep.
Xie Liancheng propped up half of his body, looked down at her sleeping face, so defenseless, exposing his weakest side in front of him.
His fingers landed on her face, stroking along her forehead to the corner of her lips.
This is his sweetheart.
Lin Lang didn't sleep soundly, the temperature around her seemed to rise suddenly, there were icy and slippery little snakes getting into her clothes, spitting blood and biting her.
In a daze, she opened her eyes in a trance, a black head was lying on her chest, and her hair scratched her neck itchy. Subconsciously, she wanted to push him, but she seemed to be tied up, and her voice was slightly hoarse, "Liancheng?"
The man raised his head, the soft blue hair in the past was messily draped over his shoulders, his clothes were baggy and faded to his waist, his almond-like eyes were filled with lingering spring water. But the cheeks were completely red, like the petals of a newborn peach, the flush was plump and attractive.
Lin Lang was stunned by the lively scene in front of her.
Is this the rhythm of things
"You, you're awake." He was taken aback, a blush spread across his cheeks, climbed to the base of his ears, and then went down his neck. The thin white skin was like a freshly peeled lychee, fresh and tender With a little red.
Seeing someone staring directly at her, he swallowed nervously, a little afraid to look at the skin where her clothes were ripped off from the neck down. At this time, Lin Lang's hands were pulled over her head and tied to the bedpost with soft bright red silk.
She moved a little, but she was quite strong.
"What are you doing?" Lin Lang raised her eyebrows. The tails of her eyes were slender, and under the dim candlelight, there was a romantic and enchanting taste. She didn't shy away from staring at him, and showed extraordinary appreciation and desire for his beautiful, tall and thin figure.
Xie Liancheng was hooked by this look, and felt that he was being targeted by a hungry wolf. He was originally a hunter, but his legs softened, and a certain place swelled up quickly. He trembled with shame, but he was still being watched by her. Be clear.
The corners of Linlang's mouth curled slightly, and she said in a low voice, "My sweetheart, do you need help?"
"No, no need!" Xie Liancheng pretended to be calm, "I can do this kind of trivial matter by myself." As he spoke, he continued to untie Lin Lang's clothes, but his fingers were extremely disobedient and trembling , After tossing for a long time, I didn't get it right, but I broke out in a hot sweat.
"You really don't need help?" Lin Lang didn't think it was a big deal, and asked again with a smile.
"I said no need, just lie down!"
When it came to the issue of "ability", Xie Liancheng instantly became angry from embarrassment, and glared at her several times. However, those big eyes were watery, and the small mouth was bright red, more like a coquettish gesture towards her, not very lethal.
The other party was like a little cub protecting the food, and Lin Lang's heart was itching to see the little fried hair, wishing to turn into a beast immediately and swallow him in one mouthful.
Lin Lang watched him continue to take off his clothes covered in sweat, and couldn't help raising her head, and kissed his forehead lightly. The other party immediately became obedient, and while grabbing her skirt, lowered her head to let her kiss, Gradually fell down.
By the time he reacted, the other party had turned around and bullied him.
"General, general, why do you..."
Xie Liancheng turned pale with shock, but his hands were bound by the other party.
"With such a trick like you, you still want to kill this general?" Lin Lang squeezed his chin, "Who gave you the courage of this little cat, eh?"
Xie Liancheng's face blushed, and he didn't dare to look at her anymore.
After a while, small gasps sounded.
The mandarin ducks cross their necks, lingering until death.
"Like it?"
"Discuss, hate!"
"Quickly say you like it, or this general will kill you."
"Oh, you, you still bully people!"
"Do you like it?"
"I don't... um... um..."
The man's cheeks were as red as fire, and his eyes gradually mist.
asshole.
like you.
I like you the most.
Even if you are dead, your face is withered, your body is shriveled, and there is only a pile of skeletons eaten by insects and ants, I still love you as always. I won't have children, and I won't remarry. I'll just watch over you until my hair grows old.
His fingers moved slowly until he touched the sharp corner of the sharp weapon.
"Pffff—"
Blood splattered.
His browbones were stained with scarlet, and the blood beads slowly slid down his jade porcelain face, like a red plum branch in the snow that was so beautiful and enchanting, exuding a deep lifelessness.
Goodbye, General.