Vol 2 Chapter 288: Peony trace

Liang Wang’s light was dark and his face changed sharply. The wave of the beautiful beauty was turned over to the ground by him, and there was no pity for the jade.
I saw that he took the scorpion placed at the corner of the table, wiped the back of the hand that had been touched by the white peony, and discarded the scorpion.
How can the peony not think about it? She wholeheartedly assisted Liang Wang. For his sake, she was willing to give up the pursuit of many sons. She once again devoted herself to the fireworks, used his bait for the layout, and calculated for him. In the end, he even saw her more. Not at all, not to mention the feelings of pity and jade.
The beautiful woman shed tears and tears: "Wang, what did the slaves do wrong? Wang Ye actually-"
Liang Wang interrupted her words and frowned coldly: "You are wrong, you don't dare to give birth to non-partitions!"
Women love men, and the wholehearted effort is called non-partial thinking?
Liang Wang looked at the white peony that wept in front of her eyes. There was no pity in her heart, only disgust and disgust.
In front of his eyes, there was a beautiful, smiling, naughty face, and he was worthy of his Zhu Xi, only her, Xia Yuanqiu.
The gentleness in his eyes flashed past, and was immediately chilled by the ice: "Say, it is incredibly fragrant, in addition to being addictive, can it cause death?"
The white peony didn't bite the lip first, but it never resisted the heavy pressure released by the man. Finally, he said: "The slaves don't know, except that the Ming Gongzi has such a situation, the ritual book is written by the son of the adult, Yu Qianzhi. I also had this illness, but I didn’t ask the doctor at that time. After Yu Qian’s slowing down, it was no different from ordinary ones, and I didn’t care.

Liang Wang's brow was locked, his eyes were unpredictable, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and his room was silent and quiet.
I don't know how long it took. Liang Wang finally slowly opened his mouth: "Jing Wang has already come to Dengxianlou today. Maybe he already knows something. You should not go out recently. Don't contact the other side again. Let's talk for a while."
The white peony should be down, but the heart is not convinced of the command of Liang Wang. It is always easy to say that there is no such thing as incense. How to slow down for a while? Those addicted people, even if they wait for a little while, can't wait.
Besides, they act extremely secretly. No one knows that the King of Jing came today, maybe there is no woman around, and he came to seek happiness.
Liang Wang’s forefoot left Dengxianlou, and the white peony’s foot went out to Dengxianlou, and the usual seductive dress was replaced by an ordinary coarse cloth skirt, but it was still difficult to hide its natural charming and charming.
The carriage went all the way to the east, stopping at the end of a hutong on the east side of the capital. This is a dead end. The houses in the hutong are very old. It seems to have been ruined for a long time. The courtyard of a home is half-opened and the yard is full of weeds. The street is so dirty that it is hard to imagine that there will be such a land of ruin in the capital of the capital.
At the end of the hutong, an equally dilapidated yard, the white peony covered the white gauze. She got out of the carriage and stepped on the footstool that the driver had handed over. She walked straight to the front of the dilapidated courtyard and stretched out. Bai Shengsheng’s hand pushed the courtyard door that was hidden.
She turned her head and said a few words. The coachman nodded and answered, and soon drove away, and the white peony was gently moved and walked in slowly.
The courtyard seems to be overgrown with weeds, but in the weeds that are in pieces, there is a hidden path that has been trampled for a long time.
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