Chapter 317: .Vicious stepmother ex-girlfriend (22)

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"What business? What are you doing? You are crazy!"
Lin Lang stepped forward and wanted to take the picture away and destroy it.
"Snapped--"
A palm with a knife mark on the back of one hand covered the paper. His eyes were dark as night, and he sneered, "It's not easy, and finally willing to take care of me? Why, afraid? When you talked to the monk privately, how? Do n’t you see that you are hard at heart and sever ties with him? "
Lin Lang heard that he mentioned the taboo name again. She looked pale for a moment. She bit her lip and pressed out a trace of plum red temptation. "That is all a thing of the past. I just want to live with your father now. , I do n’t want to think about the others. "
"Past? But here with me, don't ever think about the past!"
Yan Zhaolie ’s heroic eyebrows were suddenly twisted, and his scalp was numb. There was a sense of vigor that the evil spirits were about to climb out of hell. Tell me, you have to deal with him well, what about me, what can I count? Your toy? "
He was striking, and the terrifying eyes like the raptors and beasts in the forest were almost going to break her bones into her abdomen. Shaking up, the color is bright and magnificent.
The snow-white neck was enchanted with light and red earrings, and the faint bewitching of the female made Yan Zhaolie's scalp tight and painful, and his tail vertebrae were crisp and numb.
However, the next moment he heard her voice, half of his body fell into the ice, and the delusional delusions disappeared without a trace.
Lin Lang said, "You are a son of the world, my husband's original son, that is, my step-son, that's all. If the previous behavior misunderstood you, I'm sorry, because I never thought of developing a paragraph with you Incoherent love. Of course, I admit that I did have the idea of ​​using your mind for a while— "
He suddenly interrupted her violently.
"Then why don't you use me thoroughly?"
When the cold wind hit, Lin Lang's wrist was immediately pinched in his palm, and the painful wrist bone seemed to be cracked.
The fireworks are burning deep in the eyes of the young people, and the Qianli silhouette in the eyes will be burned to the end. "There is a beginning and an end, squeeze all my value, and then throw it away. This is not for you who are cruel and hard-working. A better choice? "
Lin Lang didn't expect him to say something like this, which was very surprising.
Did she hear it wrong?
This prince is very stubborn and stubborn. The most annoying thing in his life is the deep, mischievous and distracted viper woman, otherwise he wo n’t hear Li Linlang ’s treatment of the concubine. Dear.
As can be seen from this matter, the male lead Jiusi must report that he is a person who can't rub any sand in his eyes. He has a big personality that prefers me to the world and does not allow the world to bear me.
Lin Lang did not respond immediately.
She wondered if this animal has evolved too recently, and telling her that these deviations from her character have other purposes?
Her stagnation, but Yan Zhaolie thought she had listened to her words, and her heart was full of joy for a time, and she was so happy that she couldn't care whether anyone came in. She was brave and gave her a hug. The petite and delicate body was entangled in his flesh.
Lin Lang struggled instinctively, his sturdy arms tightened tighter, making him completely breathless. The slender phalanx of the young man ’s palm rested on her pink neck, brushing the red mole behind her ear, and she was extremely gentle and affectionate, and said in a dumb voice,
I ’ll use it for you, positive, negative, whatever you want. . "
"Zhaolie, you ..."
When he saw someone, he finally removed the mother ’s mask and looked at him with a panicked look. He could n’t help but grab her hand and put it on his chest,
My person is yours, my heart is yours, and the knife is also Yours, you let me kill who I kill. As long as you don't ... ignore me. "
Yanling knife is a special symbol representing Jinweiying.
Jinweiying handles intricate political infighting and is a team that monitors the corruption of the hundred officials. Naturally, the life of the executor is more vulnerable to threats and reprisals. Some officials tried every means to hear the information of their family members, and persuaded their wives and children to persuade them. Seeing the complexity and darkness of people's hearts, the guards are more willing to trust the old man who has always been with them.
Yan Zhaolie said that he would give her the knife. To a certain extent, he gave her life to her.
Lin Lang didn't speak for a while.
Shi Ziye was afraid that he would be too tight and crushed the person. He quickly released her and still held her shoulders with both hands, hoping to wait for the answer.
And his love to cut out a whole heart, but the master did not want to cherish, dropped his long lashes, and said softly, "The world is loved, the concubine is really blessed. But this world is full of beautiful people Son, it ’s not necessary to give a deep affection to the ruthless. "
The words were straightforward to this point, and Yan Zhaolie didn't understand her decay anymore. The face could not help but convulsed, and she could hardly suppress the anger that came out of her chest.
He suddenly flicked Lin Lang away and stood a few steps back. He pressed his finger against the scabbard. The threat was even worse. Sen Leng said, "Mother, are you sure you want to reply to Zhao Lie like this?"
When embarrassed, there was a noise outside.
In the blink of an eye, someone came in from the outside, and Yan Guogong looked at his wife and son with amazement through the crystal curtain. The atmosphere between the two was strange, and they seemed to be facing each other. When he walked in, his gaze fell on the axis of the painting that he had no time to put away, his face slightly changed.
"How is this going?"
Yan Guogong raised his eyes.
Lin Lang went to see Yan Zhaolie, who had a handsome face in the cold.
"So far, there is nothing to hide."
She frowned slightly. Is this guy dead?
As can be seen from the fact that Yan Guogong washed the White Horse Temple, this man can hardly tolerate the betrayal. She has not enough chips now, but she is not too sure whether Yan Guogong's pity for her is better than her love for Yan Zhaolie's son.
If this card is played too early, it may have a counter effect.
So she intercepted Yan Zhaolie's words just before he said, "Fujun, the woman in this portrait is the Miss Li family. Didn't you see her the day you returned? The riot was very unpleasant, just because the second sister of the concubine was a survivor, and she was too far away from the identity of the imperial concubine of the Guogongfu, so she had not promised him.
She walked to Yan Zhaolie's side, pulled his sleeve, and softened her tone deliberately, "Mother knows that you are interested in her, but Guo Guofu's face can't be lost. Otherwise, mother compromises and lets How does she become your side concubine? This is also on the genealogy, I can't grieve her. "
The young man turned his head stiffly, as if he couldn't believe it.
In order to get out, just sell yourself like this?
Was she desperate to abuse him because of her liking?
Yan Guogong came first, and with Lin Lang ’s explanation, the depression in his heart disappeared, and he thought about it seriously, "Your mother ’s words are not unreasonable, not to mention that the Li family has a daughter who has become the wife of the Guogongfu, if you are a son again. Engaging a married woman as a true wife will certainly provoke criticism. "
Yan Zhaolie stared at Lin Lang.
What's it like being loved by a sweetheart as a shield?
He confessed to her the moment before, and she could n’t wait to get a marriage idea for him the next moment!
Slowly, he said hoarsely, "Master, your heart is really cruel."
There must be a bubble of poison in it, without any emotion.
Yan Guogong thought he was dissatisfied with Li Chaoyun's side concubine, so he insulted Lin Lang and twisted his eyebrows, "Your mother has tried her best for you. What are you dissatisfied with? If she is ruthless, It ’s time to veto your delusions, not help you turn around.

Yan Zhaolie smiled miserably.
He wanted to shake everything up, maybe he could die together, but he paired Lin Lang ’s calm eyes and swallowed the blood foam, and he was frustrated and prepared for her. The ending plot of the script.
"In short, the son is not her marriage, you can do it."
He put away the scroll and hurried away. Yan Guogong shouted that he didn't look back. He had to appease Lin Lang, "He is such a temperament, he has to get a chicken and dog restless, you don't care about him."
Yan Zhaolie returned to his yard with a disgraceful face, ignoring the surprised eyes of his followers. He locked himself in the room, lit a beast head candlestick, spread the painting, and spread it on the fire. The outline of his face was extinguished in the candlelight, eerie and eerie.
When the tongue of fire raged over the collar of the dress, about to burn the face and the Begonia flower, the candlestick rolled straight to the ground with a bang, and his hand also brought out a string of red beads on the scroll The Martian child was wiped out. He spurted blood on it, and his breath faded suddenly.
On the second day, Yan Zhaolie went out very early.
Yan Guogong asked, he just perfunctoryly missed a friend.
He was invited by the son of the Qi family. He is currently serving in the Hanlin Temple, and he is highly respected by Emperor Wenwen. He has the tendency to become the mainstay of the imperial court.
When Yan Zhaolie went away, he realized that in addition to a group of family sons, the painting was accompanied by female relatives.
He frowned slightly, and said nothing.
Qi Han and Yan Zhaolie had a good relationship. He was afraid that the grandfather would be annoyed. He said helplessly, "I heard that you are going to marry a wife. These families have been active. They want their daughter to show a face in front of you. But you Recently, there has been a haunt at this time. They did not find the righteous leader with their diligence. They ran to me on both sides for three days.
Zhengzhu gave him a squint. "So you sold me."
Qi Han coughed repeatedly, showing an embarrassed look, "You know I'm the worst at dealing with these. Don't be angry first, I'm also good for you. Look, who am I to invite?"
The bead curtain was lifted by the little girl, followed by a young girl wearing power lily, she walked in style.
As soon as Li Zhaoyun appeared, the temperament that was indifferent to the dust grabbed most of the limelight, and some elaborately dressed girls hated her.
Zhu Men's complaint caused her prestige among courtiers to fall, but the family sons admired her courage to keep her eyebrows away. Because of the elders' admonition, they did not dare to express their admiration to her, but that earnest attitude It is also obvious.
Yan Zhaolie glanced lazily and lowered his head to play with the red snail in his hand, interested in what was happening in front of him. Qi Han felt weird. Although he had not yet married, his mother had already prepared a room for him. He knew a little bit about it, and naturally he could see clearly. This world is special to Li Chaoyun.
In just a few months, how did this special feature become "undersight"?
This gathering was led by Qi Han, and used the appreciation of poetry and painting as a guise.
Yan Zhaolie is a son of Guo Gong, complimented by a group of people. The young ladies, however, pondered their thoughts and said some flattering words from time to time, or showed their talents in poetry and painting to win the attention of the world.
Soon, Yan Zhaolie felt very dull. The aroma of the fat powder made his head tingle. He took a few sips of clear brew, and he got rid of his physical discomfort. He wanted to go to the room behind the painting to rest for a while.
He originally wanted to sit for a while, but recently he was exhausted both physically and mentally, and was so distracted by Lin Lang's cold attitude that he slept in a daze.
"Zhaolie ..."
Someone whispered in his ear, misty, as if from the cloud.
When the drink came, Shiziye's face was stained with a thin red, and he tiredly lifted the slits of the phoenix eyes.
The silhouettes are sufficient, and the eyebrows are familiar.
A strange aroma poured into the tip of the nose, and the other party stretched out his wrist and handed a box to him. "You're drunk, your head must have hurt, take a hangover pill--"
Before the words were finished, the waist was tight and he was folded into the arms by the master with amazing arm strength.
Yan Zhaolie murmured.
"This is your own door, but I can't complain."
The big palm of the young man suddenly grabbed the woman's belt and pulled it hard.