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"What business? What are you doing? You are crazy!"
Lin Lang stepped forward and wanted to take away the scroll and destroy it.
"Snapped-"
A palm with a knife mark on the back of his hand covered the paper, his eyes were as black as night, and he sneered, "It's not easy, finally you are willing to talk to me? Why, afraid? When you had an affair with that monk, what did you do?" Didn't you see that you were so hard-hearted and severed ties with him?"
When Lin Lang heard him mentioning that taboo name again, her complexion paled for a moment, she bit her lip, showing a trace of plum red temptation, "That's all in the past, now I just want to live a good life with your father , I don’t think about anything else.”
"In the past? But with me, this matter will never be in the past!"
Yan Zhaolie's handsome eyebrows twisted suddenly, his scalp was numb, and there was a sense of a ghost about to crawl out of hell, "Why did you blame me instead of him for murdering him? Now you are still fucking Tell me, you want to have a good time with him, what about me, what am I? Your toy?"
He was so powerful, his terrifying gaze like a bird of prey in the forest almost tore her to the bone, Lin Lang turned her face away uncomfortably, with the agate earrings hanging on the side of her neck, following her movements coquettishly Shaking up, the color is bright red and magnificent.
On the snow-white neck was the enchanting light and shadow superimposed by the blood-red earrings. The subtle seduction of the woman made Yan Zhaolie's scalp tight and painful, and his tailbone was numb.
However, the next moment he heard her voice, half of his body fell into the freezing cold, and his charming delusion disappeared without a trace.
Lin Lang said, "You are the eldest son, my husband's original son, that is, my stepson, that's all. I'm sorry if my previous behavior caused you to misunderstand, because I never thought of developing a relationship with you." Unlucky love. Of course, I admit that I did once have the idea of using you—"
He interrupted her abruptly and roughly.
"Then why don't you take full advantage of me?"
When the cold wind hit, Lin Lang's wrist was immediately pinched in his palm, and the painful wrist seemed to be shattered.
The young man's pupils were burning with hot fireworks, trying to burn all the beautiful figures in his eyes, "The beginning and the end, squeeze out all my value, and then throw it away. This is not good for you who are cruel and merciless. Is there a better option?"
Lin Lang never thought that he would say such a thing, she was very surprised.
Did she hear wrong
This son is very staunch and stubborn. What he hates the most in his life is the femme fatale who is deep in the city, tells stories, and has two opinions. Otherwise, he would not have heard Li Linlang's words about his concubine, and would have come to the door to retreat the next day. relative.
From this incident, it can be seen that the male protagonist must retaliate, he is a person who can't rub any sand in his eyes, and has a paranoid personality that would rather me bear the world and not allow the world to blame me.
Lin Lang didn't respond immediately.
She wondered if this animal had evolved too successfully recently, so did she have other purposes for saying these things that were contrary to her personality
For her stagnation, Yan Zhaolie thought that she had listened to his words, and his heart was surging for a moment, full of joy, and he didn't care whether anyone came in from outside, so boldly, he hugged Lin Lang over, as if he was going to put this person in his arms. The bones of a petite and slender body twisted into his flesh and blood.
Lin Lang instinctively struggled a few times, his strong arms tightened even more, making it impossible to breathe. The young man's big palm with slender finger bones supported her pink and greasy nape, brushed the red mole behind the ear, caressed it extremely gently and affectionately, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll use it for you, positive or negative, whatever you want .”
"Zhao Lie, you..."
Seeing that someone finally took off the mask of his mother, he looked at him with a panicked expression, couldn't help but grabbed her hand and put it on his chest, "My person is yours, my heart is yours, and so is the knife." Yours, I will kill whoever you ask me to kill. As long as you don't... ignore me."
The Yanling knife is a special symbol representing Jinweiying.
Jinweiying handles the intricate political secret war and is a team that monitors officials for corruption and perverting the law. Naturally, the life of the executor is more likely to be threatened and retaliated against. Some officials tried their best to obtain information about their family members, instigated their wives and children to force them to submit. Having seen the complexity and darkness of the human heart, the guards are more willing to trust their old buddies who are always with them.
Yan Zhaolie said that he would give her the knife. To some extent, he was giving her his life.
Lin Lang didn't speak for a while.
The Shizi was afraid that he would wrap her up too tightly and crush someone, so he quickly let her go, still holding her shoulders with both hands, waiting for the answer full of hope.
However, the master didn't want to cherish the love he had cut out his whole heart and liver with blood. He lowered his slender eyelashes and said softly, "My son loves me so much. I really don't have the blessing to endure it. But there are many wonderful people in this world. Son, there is no need for the son of the world to give his affection to the ruthless."
The words are so straightforward, Yan Zhaolie still doesn't understand her determination, his face twitches involuntarily, almost unable to suppress the evil spirit overflowing from his chest.
He suddenly threw Lin Lang away, and stood a few steps back by himself, pressing his finger on the scabbard, especially threatening, and said coldly, "Mother, are you sure you want to answer Zhao Lie like this?"
When he was in trouble, there was a faint commotion outside.
In the blink of an eye, someone came in from the outside. Duke Yan looked at his wife and son in surprise through the crystal curtain. The atmosphere between the two was very strange, as if they were confronting each other. When he walked in, his eyes fell on the painting scroll that had not yet been put away, and his face changed slightly.
"How is this going?"
Duke Yan raised his eyes.
Lin Lang went to see Yan Zhaolie, who had a cold and handsome face.
"There's nothing to hide now."
She frowned slightly, is this guy dying
It can be seen from Yan Guogong's bloodbath of the White Horse Temple that it is difficult for this man to tolerate betrayal. She doesn't have enough bargaining chips now, but she doesn't have much confidence to bet whether Yan Guogong's pity for her is better than his love for Yan Zhaolie's son.
Playing this card too early can backfire.
So she stopped Yan Zhaolie a moment before he spoke, "Husband, the woman in this portrait is the young lady of the Li family. Didn't you see her the day you came back?" Lie had a very unpleasant quarrel, because the concubine, the second younger sister, is a concubine, and her status is too far from the status of the Duke's concubine, so Zhao Lie has not agreed to him, and Zhao Lie is annoyed at the concubine."
She walked to Yan Zhaolie's side, tugged at his sleeves, and softened her tone, "Mother knows that you are interested in her, but the Duke's Mansion must not lose face, otherwise, mother will make a compromise and let her How about she being your side concubine? This is also on the genealogy, so you can't wrong her."
The young man turned his head stiffly, as if he couldn't believe it.
In order to get out, just sell yourself like this
Did she try her best to rape him because of her liking
Duke Yan was preconceived, and with Lin Lang's explanation, the depression in his heart eased a little, and he began to think seriously, "Your mother's words are not unreasonable, not to mention that the Li family already has a daughter who is the wife of the Duke's mansion. If the main wife hires a concubine, it will definitely attract criticism."
Yan Zhaolie stared at Lin Lang.
What's it like to be used as a shield by your sweetheart and give it to others
One moment he had confessed his love to her, the next moment she couldn't wait to get him married!
Slowly, he said hoarsely, "Master, your heart is really cruel."
There must be a bubble of poison in it, without any emotion.
Duke Yan thought he was dissatisfied with Li Chaoyun's position as concubine, so he insulted Lin Lang and frowned, "Your mother has already tried her best to think about you, what else are you dissatisfied with? If she is cruel, You should veto your wishful thinking, not help you turn around."
Yan Zhaolie smiled miserably.
He wanted to shake everything out, and maybe he could die together, but he looked at Lin Lang's calm eyes, swallowed the mouthful of blood foam, and made it up for her disheartened. The ending of the script.
"In short, if the son has to be married to her, you can figure it out."
He put away the scroll and walked out quickly. Duke Yan didn't turn back after calling him a few times, so he could only appease Lin Lang, "He has such a temperament. If he doesn't get what he gets, he has to make trouble. Just ignore him."
Yan Zhaolie returned to his yard with a gray face, ignoring the surprised eyes of his attendants, locked himself in the room, lit a candlestick with animal heads, unfolded the painting, spread it on the fire and roasted it. The outline of his face flickered in the candlelight, eerie and eerie.
When the flames raged past the collar of the dress, and were about to burn the face and the crabapple flower, with a bang, the candlestick rolled straight to the ground, and a string of red beads came out from his hand. Sparks were suppressed. He sprayed a mouthful of blood on it, and his breath suddenly weakened.
On the second day, Yan Zhaolie left the house very early.
When Yan Guogong asked, he just perfunctorily left out a friend appointment.
The one who invited him was the son of the Qi family. Now he is serving ink in the Hanlin, and he is quite dependent on Emperor Jingwen, and he has the tendency to become the mainstay of the imperial court.
It was only after Yan Zhaolie went that he found out that apart from a group of princes from aristocratic families, there were actually female relatives accompanying the boat.
He frowned slightly and said nothing.
Qi Han has a good relationship with Yan Zhaolie. He was afraid that the son would be annoyed, so he said helplessly, "I heard that you are going to marry a wife, and these aristocratic families have started their activities one after another, wanting to show their daughters in front of you, but you Recently, they have been haunted by ghosts again, they have tried their best to find the right owner, and they ran towards me every day, it is really hard to refuse."
The Lord gave him a sideways look, "So you sold me out."
Qi Han coughed again and again, showing an embarrassed look, "You know I'm the worst at dealing with these things. Don't be angry, I'm doing it for your own good. Look, who did I invite here?"
The bead curtain was lifted by the little girl, followed by a girl wearing a skirt, walking gracefully and gracefully.
As soon as Li Chaoyun appeared on the stage, her indifferent demeanor stole most of the limelight, and some well-dressed girls hated her so much.
The matter of the rich family's complaints caused her reputation among the courtiers to plummet, but the princes of the aristocratic family admired her bravery. Due to the warnings of the elders in the family, they did not dare to blatantly express their love for her. It's also obvious.
Yan Zhaolie glanced lazily, then lowered his head and played with the red conch cup in his hand, lacking interest in what happened in front of him. Qi Han felt strange, although he was not married yet, his mother had already prepared a house for him, and knew a little about sex, so he could see clearly how special this son of a bitch is to Li Chaoyun.
How could this particularity become "turning a blind eye" in just a few months
This gathering was led by Qi Han, under the guise of appreciation of poetry and painting, on the surface it was a meeting of friends through literature, which was very elegant.
Yan Zhaolie is the son of the Duke, and he is complimented by a group of people. The ladies, on the other hand, racked their brains, saying some pleasant words from time to time, or showing off their talents in poetry and painting, in order to win the attention of the prince.
Soon, Yan Zhaolie felt extremely bored, and the aroma of the powder made his head ache. He drank a few sips of clear wine, then tried to shirk his discomfort and wanted to go to the room behind the boat to rest for a while.
He originally wanted to sit for a while, but recently he was exhausted physically and mentally, and was so distraught by Lin Lang's cold attitude that he fell asleep in a drowsy state.
"Zhao Lie..."
Someone whispered in his ear, ethereal, as if from the clouds.
Under the drunkenness, Shizi's face was dyed a thin red, and he tiredly opened the slits of the phoenix eyes.
The figure is vague, and the facial features are clearly familiar.
A strange aroma poured into the tip of his nose, and the other party stretched out his wrist, and handed a box to him, "You must have a headache when you're drunk, take a hangover pill—"
Before he finished speaking, his waist tightened, and he was folded into his arms by the master with amazing arms.
Yan Zhaolie murmured.
"You delivered it yourself, so you can't blame me."
The young man's big palm suddenly grabbed the woman's belt and pulled it hard.