Chapter 317

"What business? What are you doing? You are out of your mind

Lin Lang wanted to take away the painting and destroy it.

"Pa --"

a palm with a knife mark on the back of his hand covered the paper. His eyes were as black as the night, and he sneered, "it's not easy. Are you willing to take care of me at last? What, scared? When you had an affair with that monk, why didn't you cut off the relationship with him

Lin Lang heard him mention the taboo name again. Her face was pale for a moment. She bit her lip and pressed out a trace of plum red temptation. "That's all in the past. I just want to live with your father now, and I don't want to do anything else."

"In the past? But in my place, it will never be over! "

Yan zhaolie's upright eyebrows suddenly twisted, and his scalp was numb. There was a sense that evil spirits were about to climb out of hell. "Why should he kill people? You don't blame him, but me? Now you tell me that you want to have a good time with him. What about me? What's the matter with me? Your toy? "

He was so powerful that his terrible eyes, like birds of prey in the forest, almost tore her bones into her abdomen. She turned away from her face in an uneasy way. The agate pendant was hanging on the side of her neck and swayed in all kinds of ways with her movements. The color was bright red and magnificent.

On the white neck is the enchanting light and shadow overprinted by the blood red earrings. The subtle bewitchment of women makes Yan zhaolie's scalp tight and painful, and his tail vertebrae is crisp and numb.

However, the next moment he heard her voice, half of the body was not into the cold, charming delusion disappeared.

Lin Lang said, "you are the son of a generation, the son of my husband, who is my stepson. That's all. I'm sorry if you've been misunderstood by your previous behavior, because I never thought about developing a relationship with you. Of course, I admit that I did have the thought of taking advantage of you at one time -- "

he suddenly and violently interrupted her.

"Then why don't you make full use of me?"

The cold wind hit, Lin Lang's wrist was immediately pinched in the palm of his hand, the painful wrist bone seemed to be broken in general.

The young man's pupil burns with hot fireworks. He wants to burn all the beautiful figures in his eyes. "From beginning to end, squeeze out all my values, and then throw them away. Isn't it a better choice for you who are cruel? "

Lin Lang did not expect that he would say such a thing. He was very surprised.

Did she hear it wrong?

This son of a noble son is very stubborn. What he dislikes most in his life is the snake and scorpion woman who is deep in the city hall, gossip and has different opinions. Otherwise, he would not have heard Li Linlang's words about his concubine's room, and then he would leave the family on the next day.

From this incident, we can see that the male Lord is a man who can't rub any sand in his eyes. He has a bigoted personality, that is, he is willing to take responsibility for the people in the world and not allow the people in the world to bear me.

Lin Lang didn't respond immediately.

She pondered over the animal's recent success in evolution, and said to her these words that deviated from her own character, was there any other purpose?

However, Yan zhaolie thought that she had listened to her own words. For a moment, her heart surged and she was overjoyed. She was so bold that she put her arms around Lin Lang, as if she were going to wring her delicate bones into his flesh and blood.

Lin Lang instinctively struggled for a few times, and his strong arms tightened up, making people totally breathless. The young man's long Fingerbone palm held her pink neck behind her ears, brushing the red nevus behind her ear. She was extremely gentle and affectionate, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll use it for you. It's positive or negative. You can use it any way."

"Zhaolie, you..."

He finally took off his mother's mask and looked at him with a look of panic. He could not help but grasp her hand and put it on his chest. "My man is yours, my heart is yours, and the knife is yours. I will kill whoever you want me to kill. As long as you don't Ignore me. "

Yanlingdao is a special symbol of Jinwei camp.

Jin Wei camp deals with the complicated political infighting and is a team to supervise the corrupt officials and pervert the law. Naturally, the executor's life is more vulnerable to threats and retaliation. Some officials tried every means to get information from their families and tried to force their wives and children into submission. Seeing the complexity and darkness of people's hearts, the bodyguards are more willing to trust their old friends who always accompany them. When the sword is there, the sword will die.

Yan zhaolie said he wanted to give her the knife. To some extent, he gave her his life.

Lin Lang did not speak for a long time.

He was afraid that he would be too tight and crush people, so he quickly let her go. His hands were still holding her shoulder and waiting for the answer.

However, the owner didn't want to cherish his whole heart and liver. He lowered his long and thin eyelashes and said in a soft voice, "the son of the world loves you so much. I really can't enjoy it. However, there are so many wonderful people in this world, and the son of the world doesn't have to give a deep feeling to the merciless person. "

Yan zhaolie didn't understand her determination. Her face began to twitch, and she could hardly contain the evil spirit from her chest.He suddenly got rid of Lin Lang and stood back a few steps. His fingers pressed on the scabbard, which was especially threatening. Senleng said, "mother, are you sure you want to answer zhaolie like this?"

When in trouble, there was a murmur outside.

In the blink of an eye, someone came in from outside. The Duke of Yan looked at his wife and son in surprise through the crystal curtain. The atmosphere between them was strange and seemed to be confronting each other. When he walked in, his eyes fell on the scroll that had not yet been put away, and his face changed slightly.

"What's going on?"

The Duke of Yan raised his eyes.

Lin Lang went to see Yan zhaolie, the other side was cold with a handsome face.

"So far, there is nothing to hide."

She frowned. Is this guy dead?

It can be seen from the incident that the Duke of Yan washed the White Horse Temple with blood. It is hard for this man to tolerate betrayal. She doesn't have enough chips now, but I'm not sure whether Duke Yan's pity for her is better than his love for Yan zhaolie.

If this card is played too early, it may be counterproductive.

So she stopped Yan zhaolie's words at the moment before he said, "husband, the woman in the portrait is a miss of the Li family. Didn't you see her on the day you went back to the door? The reason why I had a bad time with zhaolie just now is that the second sister of Qishen is a commoner, and she is far away from the status of the prince's concubine. Therefore, she has never agreed to him. Zhaolie is angry with me. "

She went to Yan zhaolie's side, pulled his sleeve, and deliberately softened her voice. "Mother knows you're interested in her, but you can't lose the face of the government. Otherwise, how about mother compromise and let her be your side concubine? This is also on the genealogy, she can not be wronged

The young man was stiff and turned his head, as if he could not believe it.

In order to get out of it, sell yourself like this?

Is she relying on her own liking to practice him?

The Duke of Yan was preconceived. With Lin Lang's explanation, his depression subsided. He thought seriously, "your mother's words are not unreasonable. What's more, a daughter of the Li family has become the wife of the state government. If he marries a common daughter in the position of son and wife, he will certainly arouse criticism."

Yan zhaolie stares at Linlang.

What's it like to be taken as a shield and give it to others?

He confessed to her one moment ago, and she couldn't wait to get married for him the next moment!

Slowly, he said hoarsely, "mother, your heart is really cruel."

There must be a bubble of poison in it, without any emotion.

The Duke of Yan thought that he was dissatisfied with Li Chaoyun's position as a concubine, so he taunted Lin Lang and wrung his eyebrows. "Your mother has tried her best to be considerate of you. What are you dissatisfied with? If she is cruel, she should reject your wishful thinking, rather than help you turn around. "

Yan zhaolie gave a sad smile.

He wanted to shake everything out, maybe he could die together, but he swallowed the blood foam with his pair of eyes which could not rise to the waves, so he made up the ending plot for her.

"In a word, if she doesn't marry her son, you can do it."

He put up the picture and went out quickly. The Duke of Yan called him and didn't look back. He had to appease Lin Lang, "he is such a temperament. If you don't get it, you have to make a fuss. Don't pay attention to him."

Yan zhaolie returned to his yard with a gray face, and ignored the surprised eyes of his followers. He locked himself in the room, lit a candlestick with animal head, unfolded the painting and baked it on the fire. The outline of his face was clearly extinguished in the candlelight, and it was gloomy and strange.

When the tongue of fire raged over the collar of the dress, it was about to burn the face and the Begonia flower. With a bang, the candlestick rolled down to the ground, and his hand also brought out a string of red beads, and the spark on the painting scroll was pressed out. He breathed blood on it.

The next day, Yan zhaolie went out early.

The Duke of Yan asked, he was just perfunctorily leaving a friend to make an appointment.

He was invited by the son of Qi family. Now he works in the Imperial Academy to serve the ink. He is highly respected by Emperor Wen and has become the mainstay of the imperial court.

Yan zhaolie went to know that in addition to a group of aristocratic princes, the boat was accompanied by women.

He frowned and said nothing.

Qi Han and Yan zhaolie had a good relationship. He was afraid that the son of a family would be annoyed. He said helplessly, "I heard that you are going to get a wife. These aristocratic families are moving in succession to let their daughter show their face in front of you. But you have been haunted recently. They have failed to find the right master for their hospitality. They run towards me for two or three days. It's really hard to refuse."

The Lord squinted at him, "so you betrayed me."

Qi Han coughed repeatedly, showing an embarrassed look, "you know, I'm not good at dealing with these. Don't get angry. I'm also for you. Look, who did I invite? "

The bead curtain was lifted by the little girl, followed by a girl wearing power, graceful and graceful.

As soon as Li Chaoyun appeared, she was more than half of the limelight because of her indifferent temperament. Some well dressed girls hated her.Zhu men's resentment of poetry greatly reduced her popularity among the courtiers. However, the nobles of the aristocratic family appreciated her courage of not being inferior to men. Due to the admonition of her elders, they did not dare to express their love for her openly, but the earnest attitude was also obvious.

Yan zhaolie glanced lazily and looked down to play with the red snail in his hand. He was not interested in what happened in front of him. Qi Han felt strange that although he had not yet married, his mother had already prepared a house for him, and naturally he could see clearly that the son of a generation was special to Li Chaoyun.

How did it become a "blind eye" in just a few months?

This gathering was led by Qi Han, who used poetry and painting appreciation as a cover. On the surface, it was to meet friends with literature, which was very elegant.

Yan zhaolie was the son of the Duke of the state and was praised by a group of people. And the young ladies are digging their brains, saying some pleasant words from time to time, or showing their savvy talent in poetry and painting, in order to win the attention of shiziye.

Soon, Yan zhaolie felt very boring. The smell of powder made his head ache. After drinking a few mouthfuls of Qingjiu, he tried to get rid of his discomfort and wanted to go to the room behind the boat for a rest.

He had wanted to sit for a while, but recently he was exhausted physically and mentally, and was so dazed by the cold attitude that he fell asleep.

"Zhaolie..."

Someone whispered in his ear, misty, as if from the clouds.

In the first place of wine, the face of the son of the world was inflamed with thin red. He was tired and opened the crack of phoenix eye.

The figure is graceful, the eyebrow eye is clear, is familiar.

A strange aroma poured into the tip of his nose, and the other party held out a bright wrist and handed a box to him, "you are drunk, your head must hurt, take a pill of antidote --"

before you finish speaking, your waist and limbs are tight, and you are folded into the arms of the owner with amazing strength.

Yan zhaolie murmured.

"You delivered it yourself, but you can't blame me."

The young man's big palm suddenly seized the woman's belt and pulled it violently.