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Linlang caught up with the man in two steps in three steps, and hugged him from behind.
Xie Liancheng lost his momentum and fell on Lin Lang's chest.
He still wanted to struggle, but Lin Lang hugged him even tighter.
"Liancheng said, as long as the general likes it, Liancheng can do anything. Don't you know my intentions? The husband and wife are one, how can Liancheng lie to the general?" The man's tone became lonely, as if he was laughing at himself , "Sure enough, no matter how much effort Liancheng put in, the general is still..."
The other party's fingers touched his face and kissed him from behind.
So densely packed that he couldn't escape.
Xie Liancheng gradually softened his body and leaned against her.
"I'm sorry, I misunderstood. The last thing I should do is to doubt you, and I won't make the same mistake in the future. Fulang, you have a lot of adults. Forgive me for being stupid this time, okay?" Seriously.
Xie Liancheng lowered his head, his slender eyelashes covered his eyes, "Can I... trust the general?"
He showed a disturbed gesture.
"I promise, I will never doubt you again." Lin Lang said.
Then the man smiled again, turned his head and buried his face in her chest, pulling at her skirt like a child.
General, it's really easy to lie.
He hooked his lips.
It was cold outside, Lin Lang asked people to go back to the house to rest first, and she went to the Moon Belief Tower, saying that she wanted to personally ask the tailors to make clothes that were pleasing to the eye and pleasing to him.
Although I can't imagine how the prince would exchange "a man's aesthetics" with his masters with a cold face, it's rare for her to have such thoughts, and Xie Liancheng didn't stop her.
He stepped back into the house through the deep snow.
The butler gave him a veiled look, bowed and stepped back.
Xie Liancheng raised his hand to pick up the wooden box on the table, and gently opened it.
A piece of crystal-clear and round amber reflects orange-yellow slightly reddish light, which is extremely beautiful and delicate.
It seems that the general misses Wen Guijun very much, even if he has lost his memory, he still shows extraordinary concern for him.
Xie Liancheng turned around and opened the red lacquer box.
There was a strange and unpleasant smell in it.
If it weren't for the tightness of the box, the smell would have wafted out long ago.
It was not in vain that he took so long to choose this Tibetan box.
The man's breathing was so low that he couldn't even lift his eyelids to glare at the animal-faced guy in front of him.
"Tomorrow is Wen Guijun's 20th birthday." He said meaningfully.
"This is a gift prepared by the general for you, please carry on."
Xie Liancheng smiled and let go.
The piece of amber fell on Wen Ting's face with a "slap" like a bright light, and quickly rolled down again. In this dark and cold box, its light seemed to have dimmed a lot.
"I'm sorry, my hands are a little slippery." He said sorry words, but the smile on his face remained undiminished, cheerful, brisk, and even excited.
"Goodbye, then."
Poor, miserable toy.
The lid of the box fell down again, covering up the smell and also blocking Wen Ting's sight.
This was the last world he saw.
Lin Lang came back soon, her face flushed from the cold, Xie Liancheng had someone pour hot water, and twisted a handkerchief to wipe her body.
"Your hands don't seem to be honest." Lin Lang said.
"Don't you like the general?" The corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Don't show such a seductive expression, don't blame me if you cry when the time comes."
Linlang skillfully picked him up halfway, and planned to walk to the bed.
Xie Liancheng pulled her hair, and bewitched, "It's kind of boring to always be on the bed...General, why don't we play somewhere else today?"
"Oh?" Lin Lang raised an eyebrow.
What kind of tricks does the hero want to play
Xie Liancheng broke free from her embrace, and sat lazily on the box beside him. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the hairpin, and the black hair scattered all over his head, making his palm-sized face even weaker and pitiful.
"Here, how?"
He tilted his face, like an innocent child, in order to be able to go out and play, he made a soft and cute appearance, hoping to get the consent of the adults.
This guy... Is he afraid that death is not exciting enough
Lin Lang clicked her tongue inwardly.
The prey who longed to be rescued, before dying, heard the melodious sound of the lover having sex with another rival.
She naturally had to cooperate with Xie Liancheng's performance.
Pushing the person to the innermost side of the box, with his back against the wall, he launched the most violent attack.
The wooden planks less than an inch thick separated the two worlds.
The people above are lingering to death.
The people below were distraught.
"I hurt you? Why are you crying so hard?"
"No... the general is very gentle... Liancheng is happy..."
The red-faced man lay weakly on the woman's shoulder, sobbing, "Liancheng is very scared, afraid that this is just a dream, and the general won't remember me after waking up..."
"Fool." She helplessly supported the other person's waist, "don't worry, I will remember you well this time. The way you look happy, the way you are angry, and the cute way you hugged me tightly after falling asleep, How could I forget all these things?”
"Liancheng, I will love you forever."
"The only thing you need to worry about is the upbringing of our children in the future."
Lin Lang kissed him on the cheek, "You are so gentle, what if the children become mischievous and make you cry?"
The deep emotion in her eyes cannot be discerned, which made his heart ache slightly.
Xie Liancheng even thought that at this very moment, his life was over and he would have no regrets.
"Isn't there still a general?" He rubbed her neck with deep attachment, "I am a loving father, and the general is a strict mother. If Liancheng can't be suppressed, the general will come to the rescue."
"You are so cunning, are you trying to make the children afraid of me so that they can go to you for comfort?" Lin Lang pinched his nose with a doting face.
"Isn't this very good? Only Liancheng can get close to the general."
"Even jealous of my own child, am I marrying a jealous man?"
"Do you regret it, General?"
"Well, I'm sorry."
Lin Lang rubbed his cheeks and wiped off the sweat, "What I regret is that I didn't meet you sooner. In the sixteen years since you were born, the best years, I couldn't witness your growth."
"Sorry it took me so long to find you."
Xie Liancheng's face was a little shy, and there was intoxicating emotion in his eyes.
"It's okay, let's be together in the future, that's all."
Lin Lang kissed him again, starting a new round of intimacy.
"Boom, boom—"
The box shook slightly, and listened carefully for the dull sound of impact.
Normally, a sound of this level would be easily heard.
However, for lovers who are lingering, how can they "discover" something wrong here
"Woo-"
The low whimper sounded like the wind passing through the alley in the middle of the night, mixed with the desperate cry of some kind of creature.
The noise grew louder.
Linlang stopped moving, "Liancheng, did you hear the sound?"
"The general is here again." He shook his head helplessly, "You said the same thing before. Liancheng thought there was something hidden here, so he asked his servants to clean it up and check it out, but found nothing."
"Not so much this..."
He took a breath, his eyes were unclear, "Actually, the general can't do it, right? That's why he keeps using this excuse to prevaricate Liancheng... Woo..."
His lips were blocked again.
Questioning a woman's ability often has a terrible price to pay.
The dark-bellied husband and wife unanimously ignored a certain sound of the box below.
The sound of the impact gradually became weaker.
In the ear was a soft, heart-pounding moan, but Wen Ting did not have the initial anger, only infinite sadness remained. As the prison time grew longer, his breathing and heartbeat became slow, and his eyeballs lost the strength to blink.
He numbly listened to the love words outside.
Once upon a time, she had said the same to him.
"What's wrong with you, this ink likes to stain your face? It's so ugly."
"Yes, I'm sorry, my lord."
"Forget it, you are so stupid, you should stop being my apprentice, you will lose all my face."
"My lord..."
He looked at him helplessly as if he was about to cry.
But she chuckled and wiped off the ink on his face.
"Little idiot, I'm just teasing you."
"You'd better be my king's husband obediently, it doesn't matter if you're stupid."
At that time, the speaker was careless, but the listener took it seriously.
In fact, he is not much smarter than Xiaodao, and all his efforts are in vain.
Wen Ting struggled to move his stiff neck and turned his face to the other side. His vision was blurred, and he vaguely saw a dark thing not far away.
It was the amber that the prince gave him.
That's great, she still remembers his birthday.
A long time ago, he knew that the prince had become another person. In order to let her stay, he deliberately lied about his birth date and revealed his own life experience, so that she could pity her.
She didn't know his carefulness, but asked him seriously what wish he had made.
Until now, he still clearly remembers the scene at that time and all the expressions on her face.
After tonight, he will be a twenty-year-old "adult".
In the state of Chu, a man with a weak crown in his 20s means "official adulthood". He is an independent individual recognized by the government. Walk in this world.
Adults should look like adults. Wen Ting has thought about his adult appearance countless times: mature, rational, and calm, even if the sky falls, he will not change his face.
He will no longer be like a child, crying for a long time because of a trivial matter.
He will become so powerful that no one dares to bully him.
I won't cry anymore.
He has always thought so.
Obviously thinking so.
However, the tears were disobedient, salty, soaking the corners of his mouth.
Later Wen Ting found an excellent excuse for his weak tears.
It doesn't matter, he will always be nineteen.
For children, crying is their exclusive right.
Anyway, he is a child, so he doesn't need to be afraid of being ridiculed by others.
Like a child who couldn't get candy, Wen Ting cried out of breath.
He didn't know what he was crying for.
Finally, in the narrow and cold box, he stopped breathing.
His twenty years old, has not yet arrived.