Chapter 303: .Vicious stepmother ex-girlfriend (8)

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Lin Lang's newlyweds were very moist, just like the oil in honey.
It has been more than five months since she was married in the government of the country. From June to November, the people in the palace have been careless from the beginning to the present. The mistress is thoughtful and acts with grace and courage, and gathers people's hearts neatly, not daring to make half a mistake.
Lin Lang is now in charge of things inside and outside the Guo Gong Mansion. If he can't solve it, he will go to Yan Guo Gong to discuss. Women can be competent, but they are too clever to behave. Occasionally watch the opportunity to worship men and let them know what important role they play in the family.
Once a man comes to heart, it is difficult to let go.
"Ma'am, it's snowing, let's go back, so as not to get cold," said a waiter girl.
Lin Lang gathered the books and looked out of the pavilion.
"Then go back."
She stood up, and someone immediately put on a thick cloak for her, and handed over a warm stove to let Lin Lang walk around.
When approaching a winding corridor, Lin Lang met Yan Zhaolie, who also returned from the snow.
It can be said that the enemy has a narrow road.
The two sides met, and the next people looked at each other, I don't know who to let first.
The results of these five months of "hell training" came out. Yan Zhaolie rolled his eyes, and Ling Leng's cold light flashed over, but he restrained himself, and said to the people under his command, "What do you do?" Do you want to avoid it? "
The followers who obeyed the orders lined up immediately.
"Mother go first, it's cold outside, don't get cold." Yan Zhaolie said lukewarmly.
Lin Lang didn't try to figure out how much hypocrisy there was in his words, nodded, and took away.
As he passed by, Yan Zhaolie glanced aside.
The lady's waist was slender, and she was less than a grip, looming in the cloak.
After a few more days, Li came to visit.
Also brought a lot of interesting news to Lin Lang.
The woman took the initiative.
Lin Lang has always known Li Zhaoyun ’s ambitions. She is in line with the original Li Linlang ’s goal, and she went to the queen ’s position, but Li Chaoyun hid better and deeper, and fell in the eyes of others, that is, fame, fame, and glory. Treat money like dung.
This time she did a major event that shocked the government and the public.
Li Chaoyun wanted to forgive the world.
Generally speaking, the power to forgive the world is usually in the hands of the king, in the name of mercy, to pardon the prisoners. The emperor's ascension to the throne, the replacement of the year number, the establishment of the queen, and the establishment of the prince are all likely to forgive the world. The special case is the rare natural disaster. In order to appease the impetuous people, there will also be an amnesty order.
From this, we can see the terrible halo of the heroine. In this woman's inconsiderate Daqing dynasty, Li Zhaoyun successfully promoted the amnesty as a woman, won countless praises and gratitudes, and plated the path of her benevolent queen A layer of shiny golden light.
But Li did n’t think so deeply, she had only one thought about the girl ’s shocking move
She is crazy!
"She's really crazy! Since my housekeeper, I haven't shortened her clothes or lost her abalone bird's nest. Does she have such a big heart that she still wants the treatment of her daughter-in-law? What a grudge? Does she want to harm your father's career like this? "Li's angry, the table was snapped by her jade bracelet.
Even the little parrot sensed the anger of this graceful lady and shrunk her head and dared not make a noise.
"Don't worry, sip tea, and slowly say." Lin Lang looked relaxed.
Li finally calmed down with her daughter's consolation. "My mother didn't want to worry, but she, wolf-hearted, pushed your father to the top of the storm! Your father came back and said that those colleagues stared at him every day and wanted to catch him wrong. Fortunately, there is an adult, otherwise your dad will be chopped down by the guys! "
Lin Lang listened to Li's intermittently saying the whole thing and sorted it out a little.
The main idea is that the hostess Li Zhaoyun went out one morning and saw that there were dead people on the side of the road, and Daxue buried half of the body. She was very angry and felt that the heavens were unfair. When she returned, she wrote a "Zhumen wine smells bad, the road has frozen bones". The epic poems came out and circulated wildly in the teahouse restaurant, enveloping a large number of unpopular students.
With the help of interested people, things are getting more and more fermented. Some officials walked on the road somehow and were thrown with rotten eggs and rotten leaves.
Officials had to count the debt on Li's father.
Lin Lang remembered that when the matter reached the end, Li Zhaoyun became a representative of the poor people in the folk. After being directly hired, and at the same time forgiving the world, Li Zhaoyun has since opened the life of the legendary queen.
"Miss rest assured, I will talk to adults about this matter, father will not be okay."
Lin Lang appeased again and again, and the Li family was uneasy to go back.
"When the adult comes back, let him come to me." Lin Lang ordered to the maid.
Grandpa Yan Guo came back in the middle of the night. He wanted to go to the study and heard the maid telling her that something was wrong. His footsteps naturally turned a corner.
"Why don't you sleep?"
He stepped in.
"No husband, Lin Lang can't sleep."
His wife's face became more beautiful under candlelight.
Yan Guogong seemed to laugh, "Don't you want a warm stove that warms your hands and feet?"
Lin Lang stared at him, "Don't you know what it means to see it or not?"
"Yes yes, for the husband to pay attention next time."
He stepped forward and squeezed his wife's palm. He was about to speak, and heard Lin Lang open his mouth, "How come Husband returned so late today?"
"Something has been delayed on the road." Yan Guogong evaded.
"Because of my sister?"
Yan Guogong looked at her with black eyes.
"It seems that Hu Jun appreciates her very much."
Lin Lang hurriedly gathered the beautiful silk cloth that fell.
Yan Guogong frowned slightly, and his wife's words were a little cold.
The young wife picked up a pair of slender scissors to fiddle with candlelight, with a graceful and quiet posture.
"Why do you say this?" Yan Guogong asked.
"If it were not for her appreciation, if the husband's reputation and status in the court, what would make this matter dragged on to this day and could not be resolved? Don't say that the husband is afraid of the group of sour Confucians, a woman who lives by the family's door? The wick of the candle was lightly cut by the hostess, so the interior was a little brighter. "The husband's thunder means, even after the concubine married, heard about it, why hesitated recently?"
Her body was slightly on her side, and the silhouette on the ground was thin and graceful.
"lady--"
"Hush."
Qingluo's little fan gently covered Yan Guogong's lips. She said softly, "Fujun, you know, concubine is the least interested in explaining. Some aftermath will only make the truth even more unbearable."
Lin Lang put down her scissors, and the jade bracelets on her wrists reflected the green luster. She leaned her head to look at Yan Guogong, "The husband is the sky of the concubine, the ground of the concubine, and the only place where the concubine lives. I do n’t know if the concubine is the husband ’s dream.
She smiled again, "These husbands would listen if they wanted to, and they would not listen to it. It was like the concubine was confused and sent a few more complaints. The husband did not have to go to his heart. The snow tonight didn't know what time to stop, husband Remember to add a few more clothes to deal with the official document. The concubine is sleepy, so she goes to bed first. "
After he finished speaking, he owed his body and opened the yarn account and went to the inner room.
Grandpa Yan Guo stood there for a while, his expression obscure.
"Ma'am, don't think too much."
Lin Lang heard it and did not reply.
The next day she had people prepare a carriage and went to the first holy place of Buddhism, Baima Temple.
Yan Guogong heard the report from Shen Guanjia, and the handwriting of the dragon snake wandered slightly.
Lin Lang wore power lizards and broke away, then Nana turned to a courtyard.
"Shusha--"
Young monks in black hats sweep snow in the courtyard. He heard the sound of snow and mud falling not far away, so he looked up, and this time, he was stunned on the spot.
"Master, Lin Lang is courteous."
The female voice is gentle, flowing across the ear like spring water.
The monk dotted with red sand between his eyebrows regained his calm color, made a ritual toward the person, and entered the house with a broom. He never said anything to her.
It's as cold as the icy ice in the cold winter twelfth lunar month, and all the snow melts in the bone.
As the youngest translator of Baima Temple, Jing Cheng ’s Junxiu Wushuang was nodded by thousands of believers. It is particularly rare that he became famous in his youth, but he did not have any impetuous problems. Sentient beings.
At the same time, the young great man was also known for his good temper, which made the old monk who had been in the Buddhist temple for decades to sigh himself.
No one has seen Jing Cheng's indifferent side.
If there are, believers think, it must be wrong.
Lin Lang was sure that he had read it correctly.
The handsome monk's attitude towards her was cold, as if she had been shy and shy before her, which was an illusion in her memory.
"Why is the master so indifferent to Lin Lang?"
Lin Lang asked, pitifully, still pulling his clothes.
Jing Cheng stretched her legs to step up the stairs. When she was pulled by her, her footsteps stopped unnaturally. He didn't look back, looking directly at the lacquered, long-lived golden Buddha who was kept in the house.
"Since the donor has been married as a woman, she wishes to speak carefully. The poor monk is a monk who does not go through the red dust. If the words and actions are alienated improperly, the donor should bear more.
There was no fluctuation in his tone, and it was terrifyingly calm.
"So the master intends to forget all that day?"
Jing Cheng looked indifferent, "Everything works, like a dream bubble. In the past, the poor monk has forgotten for a long time, and the donor does not have to be too concerned."
"But if someone can't forget?"
A silver-red phoenix skirt skirted in the snow, and she raised her hand slightly, and a slender wrist bone covered with a silver bracelet engraved with a lotus pattern. When this lotus bloomed in front of the Buddha, it was Jiaoran that was not stained with fine dust. However, when it fell into the fireworks in the world, it touched the soft skin of the woman, and it was stained with water.
It seems like a Zen machine about to be broken.
Jing Cheng closed his eyes.
Despair gradually swelled under my heart.
He told himself that he cannot fall.
Otherwise waiting for him-
It ’s nowhere to go.
It's gone.
"The master knows that on that noisy night, Lin Lang was sitting in the wedding room, what was she thinking about?" The woman's delicate fingertips flicked over the young Dade's cheek, and finally gently and gently rubbed the vermilion between his brows.
"I'm thinking, if the master comes in a handsome red dress, it must be grand and unparalleled."
Her eyes are like a fine net, woven with white snow and cold wind, but also soft and warm feelings.
Lin Lang slowly withdrew his hand and took a half step back.
Maintained a restrained to chilling distance.
"Master, bother today."
"Lin Lang will not come again."
She did not hold an umbrella, standing in the broken jade, the delicate lotus bloomed. She folded her hands together and made the most regular and polite Buddhist ritual, her skirt slightly raised and her body leaned forward slowly.
"May the Master arrive on the other side as soon as possible to save the sufferings of all beings—"
The tail is not dissipated in the cold air, but artificial, swallowed in the hot lips.
Lin Lang's eyes widened.
The most polite, most respectful, and most upright Buddhist monk broke the color ring that he could not break.
Lin Lang hadn't reacted yet, so he kissed him crazily in his arms, everything turned like a whirlwind, and his soul was turned upside down. Sucking and lingering, she couldn't breathe at all.
The sweet smell smelled the pure and flawless Buddha body.
With a snapping sound, I woke Lin Lin who was immersed in the kiss.
I don't know when she was dragged into the house. Just now, it was the wooden door closed by a pair of big palms. And she, a thin and powerful body, with an absolutely strong posture, pressed tightly against the waist, her long legs were squeezed into the middle of her knees, and there was no escape, and her back was covered with frost and snow.
The back is cold, but the front is hot like magma.
"Axiu."
There was a clear and gentle voice in the messy and panting breath.
"what?"
"Call me Axiu."
His legal name is Shi Jingcheng. No one except his master knew that he had a nickname of Axiu before he became a monk.
After he grew older and became famous, the master no longer called his common name from occasion to time.
He thought that during his lifetime, the name would be locked in the supreme floating turret, and slowly covered with dust, until the end, he forgot what he was originally called.
"Axiu, call me Axiu." Jing Cheng whispered inexplicably.
"Axiu--"
After this sound, the beast completely out of the box.
Lin Lang was trembling with him, like a young new peach swaying in the wind.
Jing Cheng licked the blood of the lips, and the red mole between the eyebrows was no longer that shallow mark, but rather was glamorous and geeky.
At this moment, he is no longer the son of a Buddha who is highly respected and worshipped in the audience in Brahma.
Instead, he was enchanted by the beautiful demon who fell into the abyss of evil.
The closed mouth Zen is broken.
No bad body is destroyed.
Then ...
Let this monstrous red lotus industry fire burn more thoroughly.
Lin Lang was pinched by his waist and moved all the way in the room. First, he hit the table and then the chair. Finally, she was soft and folded to the window sill.
"Boom--"
A pot of well-cultivated epiphyllum fell from the window.
"Axiu ..."
She hadn't spoken yet, her lips were sealed again, and she felt very numb.
Jing Cheng opened her mouth, her teeth bit her clothes off her shoulders, and her kisses meandered down.
Lin Lang leaned over halfway, and Qionghua swayed in the temples, as if she could not fall.
Amorous and enchanted.
Her eyes were blurred, her cheeks were dyed with peach powder, and her eyes shook with Jing Cheng's movements, and she slid somewhere casually, only to find that there was an unexpected guest in the yard.
The other person was long standing, wearing a sable-lined red cape, black hair tied with a jade crown, open and clear, and a pair of long, narrow eyes was looking at her coldly.