The already tense body became extremely stiff at this moment, and he couldn't even breathe freely. In his mind, the regent was biting at his own skin, leaving countless blue and purple marks, even with a bloody smell, he The cold eyes flashed a touch of indifference, bite it, bite it, the pain of the body will never match the loneliness of the heart.
However, after waiting for a long time, he did not feel any pain. Instead, her teeth gently rubbed against his ear, and the tip of her tongue brushed the sensitive area of his earlobe. , and her fingers slid across his chest, lightly twisting the enchanting point, making him almost unable to hold back, such tenderness is more difficult than the pain of whiplash.
Lan Jingshu completely ignored the ambiguous atmosphere beside him, staring at the inscription on the Qiu Ju picture with a dumbfounded expression, and was shocked. People who love calligraphy and painting so much, if they want to have such fine brushwork, I am afraid that they will have to practice for another ten or twenty years before they can achieve such a mood.
As the brush strokes flow, the sky is high and the earth is broad, and at a glance, there is a hint of domineering between the lines, "Fangju blooms in the forest, green pines are crowned with rocks. With this virtuous beauty, Zhuo is the best under the frost." This line The inscription made him even more astonished. He could see the ease and exclamation between the lines in this verse, as well as the genius implied in the verse, which was exactly his mood when he made this painting.
It is hard to find a human friend. He suddenly raised his eyes, but saw the heart-wrenching scene in front of him. Lan Jingshu quickly lowered his head, and a thought that seemed to be unpleasant flashed in his heart, and he was surprised by what he was thinking. , She is everyone who gets it and kills her, and she wants to be the regent who can smash the corpse into thousands of pieces. With her cruel, unkind and moody temperament, she is the most disdainful of him, a person who dances and plays with ink.
Feng Aotian naturally took a clear look at Lan Jingshu's expression from beginning to end, looked sideways and saw that Mu Hanjin was holding back with all his might, and suddenly thought of Mu Hanyao, who also endured her teasing like this at the beginning, but , Mu Hanyao has the courage to avoid her intimacy, but, Mu Hanjin, his mind can not be guessed like Mu Hanyao, the real Mu Hanjin is deeply hidden by him, she always sees People are very accurate.
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Mu Hanjin's inscription, even under her just so wanton provocation, he was able to stabilize his mind, and the strokes were very smooth. She hid that edge very well, and the corner of her mouth evoked an evil and charming smile, and whispered in his ear, "The autumn bushes around the house are like a pottery family, and they are getting sloping around the fence. It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, This flower has no more flowers when it blooms."
Mu Hanjin took a deep breath, held back with all his might, raised his head slightly, his slender neck was like a proud swan, he let Feng Aotian light a faint flame on him, and a gentle breeze like a breeze passed from his ears. The voice, this is exactly the verse he wrote in the inscription, his indifferent eyes flashed slightly, and he said calmly, "My lord, my minister is ignorant and ignorant, which makes the lord laugh."
After listening to Feng Aotian, he raised his voice and smiled, "Then what is the difference between you and Han Jin compared to the inscription written by you?"
Mu Hanjin's eyes dimmed slightly, and then he remembered that she had also inscribed the words. He turned his eyes slightly, waiting to look at the verse and the font. He looked at Lan Jingshu who was raising his eyes in disbelief. He couldn't believe it. This is what the Regent did.
Feng Aotian said solemnly, "Huh?"
Mu Hanjin suppressed the shock in his heart, and pretended to be calm, "We will let the prince deal with him."
Compared with her poems, what he wrote was just a whim and a whimper, and what Feng Aotian said was the situation where he and Lan Jingshu were just painting and blowing flute, as well as his inner words. , He has always been arrogant and arrogant. Although he has disdain for a tyrant like Feng Aotian, now, because of this poem, he has to change her opinion a little bit.
"Jing Shu, frame this painting for the master, and keep it well." Feng Aotian glanced at Lan Jingshu beside him with a half-smiling smile, tapped his toes, and flew away with Mu Hanjin in his arms.
Upon seeing this, Eunuch Feng hurriedly chased him out of the courtyard.
Lan Jingshu looked at the figure of Feng Aotian leaving, his eyes flashed a sullen look, lowered his eyes, and re-examined the painting and the inscription in front of him, he laughed dumbly, he was really stupid, this prince regent is just a It's just a whim, even if she has great talent, so what
Feng Aotian took Mu Hanjin to her bedroom.
The white jade brocade belt around Mu Hanjin's waist was no longer there. The robe was half hung on his shoulders, and the long gown was also half open. The fair and delicate skin was pink, and the air was as elegant as dust. of mystery.
His hands were clenched into fists, and his slightly thin body was hidden in his sleeves. He stood with his back to Feng Aotian. When he entered this palace, he felt suffocated. He was pale, and beside him, there were whips, candles, chains, ropes, and many other unsightly tools of abuse on the high shelf, which made him feel disgusted. , and along the way it is rejected.
The two years of nightmares and unbearableness are like the imprint on his body and mind, which cannot be eliminated in this life. Even if he wants to escape or resist, thinking of what he is carrying, he is unable to resist.
Feng Aotian felt the sadness in Mu Hanjin's heart. She turned her eyes and looked at those tools. These things were used on him. She knew his pain and disgust for her, but, up to now, she What she can do is to make him accept it again. If he is still so obsessed, she will not force it. Those who can help her will be fortunate to her.
"What are you still doing?" Feng Aotian's tone was still that cold, revealing unquestionable deterrence and sternness.
Mu Hanjin's long, narrow and gentle eyes flashed a bleak light, resisting the nausea in his heart, raised his fingers, took off his robe, and even took off all the coverings on his body.
Feng Aotian was a little helpless and speechless about his actions. In this bedroom, except for her, as long as the men she favored came in, they all had to be naked. Mu Hanjin naturally thought that she wanted to favor him now, so she took off her clothes. .
She took a step forward, waved her sleeves, and the robes scattered on the ground were put on him again. When Mu Hanjin was stunned, his palm had already touched a touch of ice, which was colder than his hand. A little bit colder.
Feng Aotian took his hand, and the two walked to the study on the right side of the palace. They had not entered for a long time. Although the study was cleaned by servants every day, there was still a musty smell.
Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian in puzzlement. She never held his hand, and she never allowed men in clothes to enter the palace. Moreover, it seemed that this study was rarely entered. What are you doing in this study by yourself? Is it to do something to him here
Thinking of this, looking at the layers of bookshelves in front of him, the soles of his feet are cold, and when he walks to the desk, Feng Aotian stops, and from a distance he hears Eunuch Feng, panting, rushing towards the palace.
She said coldly, "Pass on the king's will, tomorrow morning, no one should be absent."
"Yes." Eunuch Feng hadn't even breathed out his breath when he heard Feng Aotian's order, he answered quickly, and then sent someone to give it.
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, seeing him stunned in the distance, he gave a low laugh, the laughter did not contain a trace of warmth, "Why, I was thinking about climbing on the bed just now, why do I have to stand here still now? Did you take it off? Do you take it off yourself or let the lord take it off for you?"
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Hehe... The female lead of the Wa family is very evil... hoo hoo...
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Thank you dear baby, Xia Xia, and the cat for the flowers, meh!