Chapter 111

"Are you really going to kill me?" Lin Lang raised his head and asked.

His lips aroused a smile, and his eyes were very cold, "do you have anything else to explain? I can convey it for you

Lin Lang hesitated for a moment, "there is a secret I wanted to tell you Come on, you won't believe me anyway. It's humiliating to say so. "

She gave a bitter smile, and her face looked lonely.

The seventh Prince squinted slightly, as if to consider the authenticity of her words, "what secret?"

Lin Lang glanced around and whispered, "come here and I'll just tell you."

With that, she motioned for the sword across her neck.

She dare not walk to her side, and dare not to take the sword.

Later, when it was fast, Lin Lang suddenly jumped up. As soon as the silver light was swept, his sword changed its master and put it on the slender and beautiful neck of the seventh prince.

"You, you blow it up!"

The man's chest heaves, a pair of beautiful eyes hate to stare at her, like to eat her raw.

Lin Lang smile, "this is called, war is not anorexia, anti guest Lord."

The men here are generally smaller than the women. When Lin Lang stands up, the other side becomes short without any reason. But he was not afraid, sneered, "since I fell into your hands, to kill or cut, as you please." His eyebrows and eyes are delicate and gorgeous, and there is a strange beauty under the dim moon night.

Lin Lang suddenly came close, finger against man's lips, "here, did she touch it?"

The seventh prince was stunned at first, then disgusted and twisted the beginning, "cat weeps and mice fake mercy, how, now just think of sympathy for me?"

The other side is silent, as if showing the injured look.

Seven Prince Yu Guang glimpses, in the heart a burst of pain fast. Suddenly he thought of something, he turned around and said in a very bad way, "I've touched everything. All over my body, my majesty's majesty has left me -"

the sword is straight into the ground, and the apricot yellow sword spike is flying in the wind.

He was held down for a strong kiss.

The seventh prince was surprised by the sudden turning point and opened his lips unconsciously. However, she seized the opportunity and drove straight in.

"You Asshole Let go... "

The seventh prince had a superb swordsmanship, but at this moment, he was kiss by Lin Lang, his hair was soft, his fingers were soft. When he was about to move, the other party did not know when to untie his belt, and one hand was able to climb up along the hem of his clothes. He swam away in his sensitive place. The man unconsciously let out an embarrassed and decadent breath.

When Linlang quit, he could still see his face like peach blossom, eyes with spring water, a fragrant sweat Qin out. "Say, here, have you been touched by her?" She pinched the other's chin and asked with burning eyes.

Men don't realize that the two men's offensive and defensive positions are completely reversed.

He was originally angry to seek revenge, but was refined into a soft around the finger.

The seventh Prince snorted and put on a cold face. It's a pity that he has been plucked and tender, and has no momentum at all.

"What would you do if I really became her?"

"Of course..." She whispered in her ear.

The pupil of the seventh Prince shrank, and his body became softer. If Lin Lang didn't hold his waist tightly, he would have slipped down.

"So far, do you think I will still believe you, a liar?" He said.

Lin Lang didn't speak, just a deep smile in her eyes. He said he didn't believe it, but his hands were very honest and grabbed her clothes. He didn't even show an expression of disgust even when people were so close to each other. If he was really disgusted, he would not be able to greet her with a slap.

What a simple baby.

Lin Lang touched his head.

The value of force is enough, there is also sinister, but IQ is a little worrisome.

Finally, the seventh prince was not strong enough to let off some cruel words. His legs softened and went back to his tent. He was beaten hard enough by Lin lang. the next day, he washed and selected a light crimson robe with a high collar, decorated with scarlet bone carvings. This contrast made him gorgeous and incomparable.

The Queen's eyes were full of amazement when she saw him in red.

Before the seventh prince was granted the word "Mei" to his concubine, he was very proud. He had no fear in the face of the head of a country. He did not flatter her like ordinary imperial concubines. However, he respected him more and more.

The queen knew that he hated himself for destroying the kingdom of yuezhao, but the past was irretrievable. She could only win his heart from elsewhere. This hunting is specially prepared by the queen herself, and she wants to show her most powerful and excellent side in front of men.

The Queen's superb riding and shooting is famous in the state of Chu, and she is very confident in herself.

But she did not expect that someone had cut her beard before her.

Now the seventh Prince's eyes are full of that bad guy who plays the role of "pig eating tiger". Where can he take care of the Queen's "wonderful performance"? As soon as he heard that the other party was infected with the cold, he could not go out. At first, he was gloating, but then he felt that it was not the taste. Under these two kinds of mood interweave, the whole person is depressed.A well prepared hunting hunt was hastily ended due to Mei Fei's "bad mood".

Mo Xiaoyan sat in the carriage, stroking her chest and thanking God for letting her escape. This morning, she awoke from her tent and found herself in a hunting ground. She was in a cold sweat.

Didn't she stay in the palace? How did you get here? At the thought of that beautiful young man who told her that "betrayers will never come to a good end" and her eyes were dim, she felt that her heart was pounding and nothing good had happened.

There are some strange things happening around, Mo Xiaoyan nerve no matter how big also know unusual. It's just that people around you don't seem to notice anything.

This morning, she asked her husband, Xie Liancheng, if she would do something strange recently. The other side, with her long Satin hair, turned her head and looked at him in surprise, as if she were asking something strange.

Mo Xiaoyan immediately changed the topic.

The ancients were very taboo about ghosts and spirits. If she said that someone controlled her body, she would be bound to a wooden pillar like a demon and punished, just like Wenting. Mo Xiaoyan shivered and didn't dare to think about it any more.

The couple, originally a couple of husband and wife, went back to the palace in this way.

The next day, Lin Lang woke up in another shop. She was held in her arms by a man without inch thread. She was still pillowing other people's arms. There was an ambiguous atmosphere around her. It seemed that the war situation was fierce last night.

With a click, she got out of bed and dressed.

Little did not know, the other party already woke up, a pair of cold star like eyes staring at her.

Her long black hair fell down and hung down to cover Miaoman's body. The woman slowly picked up her clothes and put them on. Her posture was elegant and leisurely.

This is not the Lord.

That woman, she can't dress at all!

Yan Bo night's heart suddenly surged a terrible conjecture.

The next moment she turned and he quickly closed his eyes.

The man stood at the edge of the bed and seemed to have watched him for a long time before he lowered himself. A few strands of hair fell on his face.

Yan Bo night's chest is stagnant. What does this guy want to do?

Linglang mouth micro hook, on this level of pretending to sleep also want to cheat her?

It's OK. She'll give her a good impression.

She put his bare / exposed arm back into the bed and tucked in the corner of the quilt. After everything was done, she let the people waiting outside come in, and motioned them to keep their voices down so as not to wake you up.

Mo Xiaoyan's "gentle and considerate" shows that she is willing to let go of her "big girl" figure and do small things in front of men. Even if they make her angry, she doesn't lose her temper. Instead, she laughs, and occasionally buys some exquisite gadgets to coax the public. She takes people to the street for a walk every new year or festival.

Compared with those women outside who beat and scold men, Mo Xiaoyan is a model of "the best wife". It is no wonder that this group of men in the palace are so devoted to her that they even kill the real chatting for her.

However, Lin Lang likes to give others problems, especially Xie Liancheng gave her an excellent identity.

One is a gentle and unprincipled straw bag king, and the other is a peerless General of the previous dynasty, who has made remarkable achievements but died young.

Which one will you choose?

Lin Lang said he was looking forward to the results.

As for whether they will fight or not, it is none of her business.

After Lin Lang's bad heart revealed his "iron man's tenderness", he asked people to lead the way to the East chamber where Wang Fu lived.

Xie Liancheng had a high fever. He was so red that he was scared yesterday. Lin Lang called the doctor in and wiped his body himself. When his temperature dropped a little, it was already on the branches of the month.

If a person is ill all his life, he will especially want to rely on the people around him.

Xie Liancheng is no exception, he is soft and soft on Lin Lang's body. Although Lin Lang's cruel archery scene left him in fear, he was nervous at the sight of this man giving up his identity and taking care of him in person. He was nervous, not at all like his usual commanding officer. Such contrast, on the contrary, let Xie Liancheng more and more feel his weight in the other side's mind, and love also covered the fear.

The man's voice is not all good, with a strong weak nasal, "I don't want to drink medicine, it's bitter."

Lin Lang took a taste of the jade bowl, slightly astringent, "I'm not afraid, it's sweet, but the smell is bad."

"I don't want to drink it." The man's face is full of dislike, but when Lin Lang scooped up a spoon and put it on his mouth, he still drank it obediently. If Xie's husband sees his son drinking medicine so obediently, he may think he is running into evil spirits.

When he finished drinking, Lin Lang kisses the medicine juice from the corner of his lip and asks, "is it still bitter?"

It's a little shy of him to hide in her arms.

Just in the invisible place, the man showed a confused and painful look.

The better she treats her, the more he is at a loss.

It's going well for Lin Lang, but it's not so good for the woman.

Before thinking of a solution, in order to avoid being found out, Mo Xiaoyan moved to the study to sleep, which is called self-cultivation. Sometimes she really can't help it. She has the cheek to ask for love in the daytime. The three nobles are still warm to her, and sometimes they will come to visit a few people to make her feel better.But Wang Fu's reaction made Mo Xiaoyan confused.

He refused her courtship.

Xie said he was seriously ill.

In fact, it seems to be true that the new clothes he cut before the Spring Festival can be folded into several wide folds. The man quickly emaciated down, waist slender amazing, not Yingying a grip.

The doctor looked at it several times and only said he was worried.

Xie Liancheng did not take medicine, because he knew that this was a heart disease, unable to seek medical treatment, only self-healing.

He loved someone.

But she died 300 years ago.

After he married him, she appeared.

Conscience tormented him day and night.

And he was kissing me There was no rejection.