Chapter 73: seventy two

seventy two
The affairs of Zhong Lishuo and Wu Jingxi aroused the attention of the people around them. After Le Zhengzheng finally solved the problems that her sister had suddenly thrown out, she turned her attention to politics.
At that time, Wu Jingying had already made a decision on the matter of Xishan. She ordered that Yang Yuting be sent to the Dali Temple the next day for rebellions such as Zhong Licheng. So at night, an uninvited guest arrived in the cell where Zhong Zhong departed.
Without Li Jian's Zhong Licheng, at this moment he also took off his dirty golden robe and clothing, only wearing a white coat, sitting on a small bed, raising his hand to tidy his messy hair meticulously.
"Shizi's kindness has been imprisoned, and he is so personable." A man's voice passed into his ears, Zhong Licheng relaxed his grooming, looked at the person with a pale face, and said, " I still do n’t understand why my husband betrayed me? My husband helped me and my father for more than ten years, and I never imagined that there would be such a day. "
The man stood at the door of the old house, and tapped lightly towards the solid door lock. With a click, the door lock was opened, and the figure of hope floated in front of Zhong Licheng like a ghost, and smiled at him: "The son of the world is wrong, because I betray you, I was not the one who helped you at the beginning.
Zhong Li Cheng Yi laughed and asked, "Dare to ask who Mr. helped, he would be willing to drive me for many years beside him."
Hope shook his head and said, "Shizi joked. How could Shizi drive me? I just do something with Shizi's hands. Speaking of which, I would really like to thank you both father and son. If it were not your Zhongzhou In one vein, I can't get your huge clock away from home. "
Zhong Licheng's eyes were frozen, and the corner of his mouth sneered: "Mr. Zhong and I are away from home. Are you hated?"
Nodded in hope, and shook his head again, "It's true."
Seeing this, Zhong Licheng returned to his soft, spring-like appearance, and said, "That gentleman is here to kill me? You come to kill me, aren't you afraid to put yourself in?"
Looking down, he said, "You are rebellious, you can't escape. Your emperor will come to take it. Well, I just came to give you something."
"Lian Lizhi's cold is hard to endure. I think it should be more uncomfortable than blood cicadas." Looking down, he patted his hand gently on Zhong Licheng's shoulder, and said warmly, "No rush, His Royal Highness, enjoy yourself on your way to Guihui. "
Zhong Licheng snorted, and the figure of hope flickered away. The door lock fell again, and Zhong Licheng looked pale. After all, he couldn't help but curled up on the bed, and his teeth were bitten by the cold air.
A slightly dim full moon penetrated the narrow room through the narrow window, and Zhong Licheng felt trembling with pain, only feeling numb. He was dying, thought Zhong Licheng. He looked at the bright moonlight and suddenly thought that the night when he fled from South Xinjiang many years ago was also so bright.
He hugged himself, thinking of the girl's bright, innocent smile, but felt more pain.
Blood cicadas, why did you give Zhong Lishuo the first time? He vaguely remembered that he did not want to kill Zhong Lishuo. Why did she kill her? It would be nice if he regained power after the Wanzhou rebellion.
But why did he kill him? Zhong Licheng thought for a while, thinking of the two figures who had been walking side by side on the field of Xi Gongyuan many years ago, and laughed infatuatedly.
If his money is still there, he can do the same with her.
So he was jealous, jealous and clearly the offspring of the Emperor Ling, why the two would be treated differently. It was as if his father was jealous of the emperor.
Therefore, he killed the killer and destroyed everything for Zhong Lishuo.
Why does a person whose name is not perfect have a better life than him? Therefore, it would be nice for him to destroy such a life.
He curled up in pain, the maggots entangled in the heart releasing the cold, but in his mind, he couldn't help remembering the face of the young girl.
Ah Qian ... Ah Qian ...
If there is a future life, I will accompany you in southern Xinjiang, and live a happy life in the old forest in the mountains.
Zhong Licheng finally fainted and fainted. Shortly after he passed out, Jiantian Si led the Taiyi into the cell.
What happened in the cell was quickly passed on to Jing Jingyu by the order of Jian Tian Si, who was then relocating to Zhong Lishuo's side hall, and had dinner with her. At that time, will your Highness return to the town of Beihoufu and take a rest? "
"Um." Zhong Lishuo nodded, thinking that her injuries would worry her mother, so she had to return to her mother to report her safety earlier.
Su Jingjing paused for a moment, and said softly for a while: "His Royal Highness is weak and the injuries are severe. The Taiji Hospital has a lot of talents and many medicinal materials. His Highness has saved the King of Clouds this time. Okay? "
She was euphemistic, but Zhong Lishuo fully understood her meaning. However, I wanted to leave her in the palace. Zhong Lishuo thought it was funny and a little excited, she had never realized that the queen would miss her like that.
So Zhong Lishuo smiled and said, "Zihou, do whatever you want."
Xi Jingying laughed happily upon hearing the words, and ordered the waiter waiting outside to convey his intention to the father and daughter of Zhenbei.
After dinner, the waiters waiting outside the door moved the bath tub to the other side of the side hall, and they pulled the screen apart, blocking their view, so that Jing Jingyu could bathe.
Since identifying her identity, but in just a day's time, Xun Jingying quickly adapted to Zhong Lishuo's new identity and treated her like he did in the beginning.
Guarding her, guarding her, and taking care of her, Ji Jingxiong did everything that was thoughtful for Zhong Lisuo. She was happy Zhongli Shuo and remembered how to hurt her.
Therefore, in such a short period of time, Jing Jingying retrieved the four years missing between her and Zhong Lishuo. She had no taboos in front of Zhong Lishuo, and she was with her like an empress as she was in the palace.
The waitresses took off her clothes for Yun Jingyu and waited for her to bathe in the tub. The thick floral fragrance and water vapor floated through the screen. Zhong Lishuo was lying on the bed, listening to the sound of puddles from his ears, and smelling the scent of the nose, and somehow his heartbeat was quick.
Once upon a time, after the busy study in the study room, Zhong Lishuo always took a bath and lay in bed waiting for Xu Jingxi to return. At that time, she would be holding a book and wait for Yu Jingyu to fall asleep together after bathing.
This situation is too familiar, but she does not have a book now, and the floral fragrance here is much stronger than the medicinal fragrance on her body, so Zhong Lishuo can't help thinking about it.
She thought of the encounter in the hot spring pool in the spring and cold seasons, thought of the translucent clouds surrounding the snow-white whole body of Jing Jingyu, thought of her plump breasts, and thought of her delicate skin. The lingering sight took root in her mind, lingering.
"Indecent assault ..." muttered in Zhong Lishuo's mouth. Although it was common to everyone who loved beauty, she felt an endless sense of blasphemy in her heart.
She was uneasy, as if it had been a long time, and it seemed to be just a moment, a scent of incense drifted towards her.
"Tracing."
"Huh?" Zhong Lishuo opened his eyes sharply, but saw that the bathed 禤 景 禤 wore a white blouse, pulled up her long hair, stood beside her bed, and said softly with a smile: "I thought You fell asleep, the waiters changed the water, and the urn was bathed. Get up. "
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yuanzhou City was still hanging on the tail of the autumn tiger, which seemed hot. Zhong Lishuo was lying on the bed for a day and had a shoulder injury. It was OK to bathe.
Zhong Lishuo nodded his head, his eyes moved and he did not dare to look at 禤 景 宸. The woman who has just bathed has a fragrant fragrance and moist water on her body. Her delicate face is steamed with a hint of powder, and the mature woman is charming and charming.
Zhong Lishuo has no experience, and is as panicky as all the steamed buns. Xi Jingxi smiled and leaned over to help her out of bed. She leaned over and opened the neckline of her jacket to reveal a little white snow. When Zhong Lishuo saw his face tightened, he stood up in a panic with the strength of Qi Jingye's hand.
She walked towards the steaming water after the screen, looking at the petals floating on the warm water in the tub, and untied her clothes with one hand.
One hand leaned back behind her, and untied her waist. Zhong Lishuo froze and turned to look at the woman who was coming behind her, stuttering: "Zi ... Zi 潼 ... how did you come in?"
With a smile, Tong Jingxi said slowly: "You hurt your shoulder, it is inconvenient to use only one hand. May I change your clothes for you?"
Zhong Lishuo subconsciously wants to refuse, but thinks that it doesn't seem to be something that needs to be refused. When she was ill, she barely exposed her body in front of Yun Jingyan.
But Zhong Lishuo thought about it and said, "I'll just call in a maid, so why bother you?"
Tong Jingyi gave her a meal, looked up at her, and her eyes were helpless. Zhong Lishuo also reacted, and immediately shut his mouth, and couldn't say anything about the rejection, leaving only a pair of red ears with dripping blood.
The middle garment was dropped, the obscene garment was untied, and Li Jingshu dropped Zhong Lishuo's trousers. When the last obscene trousers slipped, the young and tall body belonging to the seventeen-year-old girl appeared in front of Li Jingshu.
Wu Jingxi stopped his hand and looked at the body carefully. The aristocratic girl from Lanzhou has a proud height, a pair of long and thin legs, and a breast that has not yet matured. It is very cocky and lovely. Coupled with that familiar handsome face, it has a green and touching temptation.
Qi Jingying reached out her hand, and traced the bandaged area around Zhong Lishuo's shoulder, and finally landed gently on the side of her neck, calling her: "His Royal Highness?"
"Huh?" Zhong Lishuo responded, removing the initial shyness, and his face was open.
The gentle emperor looked up, looked at the girl's face for ten years, smiled, and said, "It's hot."
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