Chapter 113

Wenting is grateful to Mo Xiaoyan, he is grateful that she saved himself, and gave him a good life, do not have to work hard.

If not, he thought he would always be grateful to her.

But gradually he didn't think so.

Every time Mo Xiaoyan comes to his room, she always makes a fool of herself with him. Women need endless, Wenting's body is full of bite marks and claw marks that she deliberately left. In the air, the ambiguous atmosphere after love lasts for a long time.

Lin Lang didn't say anything. She was calm and taught him to write.

Wenting was embarrassed.

Later, Xie Liancheng's condition worsened, and Lin Lang shelved their teaching. After waking up, she put on her clothes and left in a hurry. Wenting will inevitably not think much about it. Does she think he is too loose, so she is very disappointed with him?

He fell into the mood of self doubt and self rejection, and his attitude towards Mo Xiaoyan also changed. He summoned up the courage to refuse her courtship. However, the nervous female owner thought that it was a little interest between lovers, and she was as excited as if she had been beaten by chicken blood. She imagined that she was the protagonist of the overlord's hard bow, and forced Wenting to obey her.

Wen Ting coldly looked at the woman in the body, his pale and slender fingers through the black hair, gently put on the woman's most vulnerable neck.

Mo Xiaoyan will not know that Wenting hides a long and sharp scissors under the spring grass embroidery pillow where they are making love.

On the other hand, the news of Xie Liancheng's illness still spread.

His father could not sit still, and the carriage soon arrived at the palace. Mo Xiaoyan was originally enjoying the joy of fish and water with Wenting. Unexpectedly, she heard her father-in-law come. She almost didn't roll down from the bed. She didn't care about the pain of bumping her head, so she let the man wait on her. She put on her clothes and trotted out all the way to meet her.

Xie's father did not appreciate it. Her son was ill in bed, and she was still in the mood to indulge in sexual immorality in the daytime. It can be seen that she did not take cheng'er seriously.

When Xie Fu was young, he was also a tough and stabbing beauty. When he was satirized, Mo Xiaoyan couldn't raise his head, and his face was full of shame.

He looked down on such a petty Prince and sent her away with a wave. He took a group of people to the East Wing room. Many of them had the meaning of "Liwei" for his son: Mr. Xie can't ride on his head!

Xie Fu thought that his son was "bullied" and led to "melancholy", but he walked into the inner room to see, can not help but be surprised. Xie Liancheng is sewing a Tibetan blue woman's robe with a gentle and virtuous appearance, which is a "virtuous husband and father".

"Father, you are here." He stood up in surprise and sat down.

"What's wrong with you, father? Who is angry with you? Tell your father that he will never spare her

Xie's father touched his son's emaciated cheeks. His eyes were full of heartache.

"My father has been worrying too much. It's just a few more days. It will be better in a few days." Xie Liancheng comforted him.

Xie's father didn't believe his words. If he could live a few days, how could he be ill for half a month? When Xie Liancheng was in Xie's family, he had never been ill!

He carefully looked at his son's beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and suddenly thought of one thing and said, "have you been teased by evil spirits?"

Xie Liancheng's face changed slightly, and his blood suddenly cooled. He reluctantly said with a smile, "father, it's not what you think..."

Xie father said, "I'm afraid you think too much. My father has never told you. In fact, the royal residence was the residence of the general surnamed Li in the former dynasty. Her people, 125 people, were secretly executed by the royal family, and they were declared to be exiled by gift. My father suspects that you may be entangled with something impure, otherwise you would not be so seriously ill. "

Xie Liancheng a listen, eyes bursts of black.

Did not one of her people escape?

Whenever late at night, Xie Liancheng lies in her arms, occasionally listening to her reminiscence of her former relatives, that lonely look makes him hard to forget. She also said that if you can find his parents' graveyard, you must take him to the ceremony to comfort his dead mother and father. The Li family has a new husband.

How desperate would she have been to know that none of them had been spared?

Seeing his son's pale face, Xie's father thought he was frightened by the old story. He said, "but you don't have to be afraid. I'll ask them to do a good ritual for your room and the palace to get rid of the filth."

"No, no!"

He refused with a sharp voice.

Xiefu surprised to see over, he quickly adjusted his facial expression, "the influence of practice on the palace is not good. My father knows better than me that her majesty has always been disgusted by this divine way. Besides, it was the residence of the general before. Isn't it a reason for us to spend so much time here? "

Xie father pondered for a while, "or my son is thoughtful and reckless for my father." He loved his son, but he didn't notice the unusual tenderness and tenderness when his son called "Lord general".Xie Liancheng is now in the pain of the love between man and ghost. He clearly knows that it is against human relations, but he still wants to get the support of others, especially his father who has been protecting him.

He followed this topic to some strange stories. When the atmosphere was almost over, Xie Liancheng carefully asked, "how does father think about the love between human beings and ghosts?"

Thank you, father. What can you do? Better still, the ghost was reincarnated, and the rest of the people hung on and continued to live half their lives without any hope. If the ghost has lived for hundreds of years and become a climate, the deeper the mind clings to the human love, it will drag the stranger into hell and destroy the family

"To be a father, these boys who are obsessed with ghosts are unfilial. Is it worth paying for their young lives for an elusive ghost lover? Have they ever thought about the pain of parents sending black hair to white haired people? "

Xie's father also said something, but Xie Liancheng couldn't listen to him. He pushed his confused head and supported his soft body to send him out of the house. He listened to the sound of the cart wheels driving away to the distance.

The servant son Forsythia saw that he looked wrong and was shut out of the door before he spoke.

When they left, Xie Liancheng leaned against the door and fell down.

His fingers curled up into claws, holding tightly to the lapel of his chest, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He gasped desperately, but he felt suffocating.

He felt selfish for the first time.

He is the eldest son of the Xie family. There are many younger brothers and sisters, but for Xie's father, he is the only child. He still remembers that when he was a child, his father taught him to read and read. He held him in his arms and watched the fireflies all night.

Xie Liancheng slowly buried his face between his knees and spread his black hair on the ground.

My general, Liancheng, what should I do?

At the beginning of winter, Dragon City ushered in the first snow.

Lin Lang came out of the room of Yan Bo night, carrying a lamp through the nine winding corridor. The wind and cold at night, faint with snow foam. In the distant courtyard, a few new trees of red plum were planted in the courtyard of the palace. The broken jade and Qiong crumbs fell on the branches in succession. When the flowers turned red, they were as red as blood.

Another gust of cold wind came, and the round GUI spirit in the sky was also covered by clouds, and the shadow on the ground became very dim.

When she returned to the East Wing room, it was quiet.

Liancheng's back was to her, as if she were asleep.

Lin Lang skillfully hugged him into his arms, the other side trembled, obediently cuddled up to her.

"What do you think? Why don't you sleep?"

She touched his back and fell asleep.

Xie Liancheng propped up half of his body and looked down at her sleeping eyebrows and eyes. Without any precaution, he exposed his weakest side in front of him.

His fingers fell on her face and ran down 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 small cold and greasy snakes in her clothes, spitting blood to bite her.

Hazy, she trance opened her eyes, a black head lying on her chest, hair scratching her neck itching. She subconsciously wanted to push people, the result seems to be tied, voice slightly hoarse, "Liancheng?"

The man raised his head, used to be soft green silk in disorder on the shoulders, clothes loose, faded to the waist, a pair of almond like eyes with lingering spring water. However, his cheeks were so red that they were full of red and attractive.

Lin Lang was stunned by the vivid scene in front of her.

Is this the rhythm of the business?

"You, you wake up." He was startled. The blush suddenly spread on his cheek, climbed to the root of his ear, and then went down his neck. The thin snow-white skin was like a litchi that had just been peeled. The fresh water was tender and had a little red flavor.

Seeing people looking straight over, he swallowed his saliva nervously. Some of them did not dare to look at the torn skin under her neck. At this time, Lin Lang's hands were pulled over the top of his head and tied on the bed pole with soft bright red silk cloth.

She moved a little, but she was strong.

"What are you doing?" Lin Lang pick eyebrows, her eyes tail slender, in the dim candle light, there is a romantic enchanting flavor. She did not shy away from staring at him, and his beautiful, tall and thin figure showed extraordinary appreciation and desire.

Xie Liancheng was caught by this look and felt that he was locked in by a hungry wolf. He was originally a hunter. His legs were soft, and he swelled up quickly somewhere. He trembled with shame, but she could see clearly.

The corner of Lin Lang's mouth was slightly hooked, and his voice was low, "my sweetheart, do you need help?"

"No, no need!" Xie Liancheng forced calm, "this kind of small matter, I will come by myself." As he spoke, he went on to untie Lin Lang's clothes. However, his fingers were extremely disobedient and trembling. After struggling for a long time, he didn't do it well. Instead, he poured out a hot sweat.

"Really don't need help?" Lin Lang didn't mind the big thing and asked with a smile."No need, just lie down!"

When it comes to the "ability" issue, Xie Liancheng turns into anger and stares at her several times. But that pair of big eyes watery, small mouth is red and gorgeous, more like to her coquettish posture, lethality is not very enough.

The other side is like a little baby to protect food. The little appearance of the fried hair is very attractive. He would like to become an animal immediately and swallow him into his stomach.

Lin Lang watched him continue to sweat and take off his clothes. He could not help raising his head and kissing him on the forehead. The other party was clever at the moment. He grabbed her by the lapel and lowered her head to let her kiss, and gradually fell down.

When he reacts, the other side has already turned over and cheated.

"General, general, how do you..."

Xie Liancheng was shocked, but he was bound by both hands.

"Do you want to kill general Ben with such a small trick?" Lin Lang pinched his chin. "Who gives you the courage of this kitten, eh?" Her final note rose slightly, especially crisp to the bone.

Xie Liancheng blushed and bloodied, and did not dare to see her any more.

After a while, a little gasping sounds.

Mandarin ducks cross their necks to resist death.

"Do you like it?"

"Please, hate!"

"Say yes, or general Ben will kill you."

"Oh, you still bully people!"

"Do you like it?"

"I'm not Well Well... "

The man's cheeks were as red as fire, and his eyes were gradually covered with water mist.

Asshole.

Like you.

I like you best.

Even if you die, your face is withered, your body is shriveled, and there is only a skeleton that has been gnawed by insects and ants. I still love you as always. I will not have children, and I will not remarry. I will keep you until my gray hair grows old.

His fingers moved slowly until he reached the sharp corner of the sharp weapon.

"Pooh --"

blood splashes.

His brow bone was stained with scarlet, and the beads of blood slid down his jade porcelain face, like a red plum blossom in the snow, which was full of deep dead breath.

Good bye, general.