Chapter 113: . Former girlfriend with straw bag (9)

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Wen Ting is grateful to Mo Xiaoyan. He is grateful that she saved herself and gave her a superior life without having to work around.
If there is no Lin Lang, he thinks he will always be grateful to her.
But gradually he didn't think so much.
Every time Mo Xiaoyan came to his room, he always wanted to be with him. The woman needs to ask for nothing. Wen Ting's body is full of bite marks and claw marks she deliberately left. In the air, the ambiguous breath after love has not dissipated for a long time.
Lin Lang said nothing, she calmly taught him to write.
Wen Ting felt strangely embarrassed.
Later, Xie Liancheng's condition worsened, Lin Lang put aside their teaching, and wore clothes and hurriedly left. Wen Ting will inevitably think too much. Does she think he is too dissolute, so she is very disappointed with him?
He fell into such self-doubt and self-aversion, and his attitude towards Mo Xiaoyan also changed. He summoned up the courage to refuse her to ask for joy, but the nervous female host thought it was a small love between lovers, as excited as the blood of chicken blood, fantasizing that he was the protagonist of the king's hard bow, forcing Wen Ting to follow her. .
Wen Ting looked at the woman shivering with cold eyes, his pale and slender fingers through the black hair, and gently laid on the woman's most vulnerable neck.
Mo Xiaoyan wouldn't know that under the spring grass embroidered pillow that the two met, Wen Ting hid a pair of slender and sharp scissors.
On the other hand, the news of Xie Liancheng's illness still spread.
His father couldn't sit still, and the carriage quickly reached the palace. Mo Xiaoyan was originally enjoying the joy of fish and water with Wen Ting. He couldn't help hearing his father-in-law came, and he almost didn't get off the bed. She didn't care about the pain that hit her head, and quickly let the man wait for her to get dressed and trot all the way to greet her.
Father Xie did not appreciate it. His son was lying sick in bed, and she was still in the mood to prostitute herself in daylight, which shows that Cheng'er was not taken seriously.
To say that Xie's father was also a sturdy and prickly beauty when he was young, he satirically lifted Mo Xiaoyan's cursing head up, his face full of shame.
He looked down on such a little prince, and sent her off with a wave of his hand. He took a group of people to the east wing, and many of them meant to give his son "Li Wei": Xie's son can not ride on his head. Up!
Scheff thought that his son was "bullyed" and led to "unhappy", but he walked into the inner room and was surprised. Xie Liancheng bowed his head and sewed a navy blue women's robe. The gentle and virtuous appearance freed him of a "good husband and good father".
"Father, you are here." He stood up in surprise and helped the person sit down.
"Why is it because your father is ill? Who is upset with you? Tell your father that he will never treat her lightly!"
Father Xie touched his son's thin cheeks, his eyes full of distress.
"My father thought about it, it was all outrageous, and it would be better in a few days." Xie Liancheng reassured him.
Father Xie didn't believe his words. If it really took a few days, why wouldn't he be sick for most of the month? Xie Liancheng was never sick when he was at Xie's!
He carefully looked at his son's clear eyebrows, and suddenly remembered something, and said, "Are you being tricked by Xun Zuo?"
Xie Liancheng's face changed slightly, and his blood was suddenly cold. He barely smiled, "Father, it's not what you think ..."
Father Xie said, "I'm afraid you think too much, because my father hasn't told you. In fact, the land of Wangfu was the mansion of the general Li surnamed Li in the previous dynasty. Her people, 125 people, are here. They were executed secretly by the royal family, and they were declared exiled to the outside world. The father suspected that you might be entangled in something impure, otherwise you would not be so seriously ill. "
Upon hearing this, Xie Liancheng's eyes went black.
Didn't her family escape?
Whenever late at night, Xie Liancheng lay in her arms and occasionally listened to her recalling her old relatives. The lonely look made him hard to forget. She also said that if you can find your parents' grave, you must take him to the ceremony, so as to comfort the deceased mother and father, the Li family added a new husband.
How desperate should she be if they knew they were all spared?
Father Xie saw his son's face pale, thought he was scared by this old thing, and quickly said, "But you don't have to be afraid, this time brought a few high-powered Qingyun Taoist masters to my father They will do a ritual for your room and the royal palace to eliminate filth. "
"No, no need!"
He refused at a spit, with a sharp voice.
Father Xie surprised when he looked over, he quickly adjusted his facial expression, "The influence of the practice on the palace is not good at all. My father knew better than me that Her Majesty the Queen was always averse to this Shinto, besides, it was a general before The mansion of ours, we have spent so much time, have n’t we given words to others? "
Father Xie pondered for a while, "It's still my thoughts and rashness for my father." He loved his son earnestly, but he didn't notice the unusual tenderness and enthusiasm when his son called "Master General".
Xie Liancheng is now in the pain of the love between humans and ghosts. He clearly knows that this is against human relations, but he still wants to get the support of others, especially his father who has always been protecting him.
He followed this topic to some anecdotes. When the atmosphere was about to go, Xie Liancheng asked carefully, "How does father think of the love between man and ghost?"
Father Xie frowned, his tone was unexpectedly severe, and reprimanded him, "There are different paths between ghosts and yin and yang, what can be a good end? Better, the ghost went into rebirth, and the rest hang in a sigh of relief and continue for a lifetime I do n’t live alive, and I do n’t have much hope in my life. If the ghost has lived for hundreds of years and became a climate, the deeper my heart is, the deeper my heart is, and the love of the world will drag the strangers into hell, and the family will be destroyed.
"To say to my father, these boys who are obsessed with ghosts are just filial piety. It's worth losing their young lives for an elusive ghost lover. Is it worth it? Did they ever think that their parents would send white hair to black hair? Human suffering? "
What did Xie father say, but Xie Liancheng couldn't hear it anymore. He pressed his muddy head and supported the soft body, and sent his father out with a strong spirit, listening to the sound of the carriage wagoning away.
The waitress Forsythia saw that his expression was not right, and was shut out of the door before speaking.
When someone left, Xie Liancheng leaned against the door and gradually slipped down.
He curled his fingers into claws, grasping the placket tightly on his chest, and the big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He panted desperately, but still felt suffocated.
For the first time, he felt selfish.
He is the eldest son of the Xie family, and there are many younger brothers and sisters, but for Xie's father, he is the only child. He remembers when he was a child, his father taught him to read and read, and held him in his arms to watch the fireflies all night.
Xie Liancheng buried his face slowly between his knees, and the black hair spread all over the floor.
My general, Liancheng, what should I do?
In the early winter, Longcheng ushered in the first snow.
Lin Lang came out of Yan Boye's room and carried the lamp through the corridor of Jiuqu. The wind was cold at night, and Xue Mozi was faintly sandwiched. In the distant courtyard, a few trees were newly planted with red plums from the imperial court. Broken jade scraps fell on the branches one after another, and the color was suddenly red, like blood.
Another cold wind blew, the sky-shaped Gui Gui was also covered by an overcast cloud, and the shadow on the ground became extremely faint.
When she returned to the east wing, it was quiet inside.
Liancheng turned her back to her, as if she was asleep.
Lin Lang skillfully hugged him into his arms, and the other person trembled and obeyed her snuggly.
"What do you think, why don't you sleep?"
She reached out and stroked his back, and gradually fell asleep.
Xie Liancheng propped up half of her body and looked down at her sleeping eyebrows, so unguarded, she exposed her weakest side in front of him.
His fingers landed on her face, stroking her forehead to the corners of her lips.
This is his sweetheart.
Lin Lang didn't sleep well, and the surrounding temperature seemed to rise suddenly. A series of cold and greasy snakes crawled into her clothes, biting her with a blood letter.
In the dim light, she opened her eyes in a trance, a dark head lying on her chest, and her hair tickled her neck. She subconsciously tried to push people, but she seemed to be tied up, her voice slightly hoarse, "Liancheng?"
The man raised his head, and the soft silk of the past was draped over his shoulders. The clothes were loose and loose, and fell to the waist. A pair of almond-like eyes contained the lingering spring water. The cheeks were red, like the peach petals of the first generation, flushed and tempting.
Lin Lang was stunned by the vivid scene in front of her eyes.
Is this the rhythm to do things?
"You, you're awake." He was startled. When he was flushed, he spread on his cheeks, crawled to the roots of his ears, and down the neck again. The thin white skin was like a litchi just peeled off. With a little redness.
Seeing someone staring straight at him, he swallowed nervously, and some did not dare to look at the skin where the clothes under her neck were ripped. At this time Lin Lang's hands were pulled over the top of his head and tied to the bedpost with a soft bright red silk cloth.
She moved slightly, and it was quite strong.
"What are you doing?" Lin Lang raised her eyebrows, her eyes long and slender, under the dim candlelight, there was a charming and enchanting smell. She did not shy away from staring at him, and showed extraordinary appreciation and longing for his beautiful tall and thin figure.
Xie Liancheng was caught by this look, feeling that he was locked in by a hungry wolf. He was originally a hunter, but his legs were soft, and he quickly bulged somewhere. He shivered with shame, but she was still seen by her. Be clear.
Lin Lang's mouth was slightly ticked, and her voice was low, "Does this General's sweetheart need help?"
"No, I don't need it!" Xie Liancheng pretended to be calm. "I'm just going to do this kind of trivial matter." He continued to solve Lin Lang's clothes while he was talking, but his fingers were disobedient and trembling. , Tossing for a long time without getting it right, he poured out a sweat.
"Really don't need help?" Lin Lang was not too serious, and asked with a smile.
"Everything is said to be unnecessary, just lie down!"
When it comes to the issue of "ability", Xie Liancheng instantly became annoyed and glared at her several times. But those big eyes were watery, and their small mouths were red and glamorous, which was more like a gesture of being coquettish towards her, and the lethality was not enough.
The other party looked like a little cub who was feeding, and the small, frizzy look was tickling, and he wished he could immediately transform into a beast and swallow him into his stomach.
Lin Lang watched him continue to take off his clothes under the sweat, and could not help raising his head and lightly kissed his forehead. The other party was so clever now, while grabbing her shirt, she lowered her head to let her kiss. Gradually fell down.
By the time he reacted, the other party had already turned over and bullied.
"General, general, how are you ..."
Xie Liancheng was shocked, but his hands were tied.
"Just like a little trick like you, want to kill General Ben?" Lin Lang pinched his chin. "Who gives you the courage of this kitten, eh?" Her tail was slightly raised, especially numb.
Xie Liancheng blushed and bleeds blood, so she dared not look at her anymore.
After a while, a fine gasp sounded.
The mandarin duck crosses the neck and lingers.
"Like it?"
"Discuss, hate!"
"Hurry up and like it, otherwise the general will kill you."
"Woo, you, you bully!"
"Do you like it?"
"I don't ... uh ... uh ..."
The man's cheeks were red and fiery, and his eyes gradually filled with mist.
Jerk.
like you.
I like you the most.
Even if you die, your face withered, your body shrivelled, and there is only a bunch of skeletons eaten by insects and ants, I still love you as always. I will not have children, nor will I remarry, I will keep you like this until my white hair grows old.
His fingers moved slowly until he touched the sharp corner of the sharp weapon.
"Poof—"
Blood splatter.
His eyebrows were stained with scarlet red, and the blood beads slowly slid down the jade porcelain face, like the gorgeous red plum in the snow.
Goodbye, General.