Chapter 235: Actually, he does n’t have to be so hard

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Liao Chongwu evaded Zhong Ming'e's eyes, carefully wiped his wet face carefully, and then wiped Zhong Ming's hand again, until the slender and slender hands were wiped clean, Liao Chongwu slowly opened Mouth: "The concubine's body is uncomfortable, and it should be your Royal Highness to go to take care of it."
"Got it, you don't need to remind you!" The originally confused eyes suddenly became clear, and Zhong Ming'e looked at Liao Chongwu coldly, and he sneeredly hooked his lips. Rest, you do n’t need to follow you.

"Yes, his subordinates retreated." Liao Chongwu clenched the veil in his hand and bowed.
Zhong Minge looked at him coldly, then wiped Liao Chongwu's shoulder, strode out of the study, and followed the little maidservant to the backyard.
Liao Chongwu stood staring blankly, watching Zhong Ming's thin figure gradually disappearing into the dark night. The hand that had been stubbornly let go was released, and the palm of the hand that was cut by the nails was bleeding with ticks. , But he couldn't feel the pain either. He stared at the veil that fell on the ground, and then slapped it on his face with a slap.
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In the lonely small courtyard, Liao Chongwu sat by the well, at his feet was a jar of Fenjiu, an empty bowl in his hand, a thick cloak on his leg, Liao Chongwu's hand gently rubbed the piece Cloak, just now, this cloak was still on Zhong Ming's body. The original strong wine taste also added his taste. Liao Chongwu put down the empty bowl in his hand and took the cloak in his arms and died. Holding him dead, he buried his face in the cloak and sniffed deeply, trying to distinguish Zhong Ming's taste from above. He usually smoked Shenshuixiang.
Actually, a general such as Liao Chongwu understands these fragrances, but he has argued that the smell of Shenshuixiang has been smelling for 13 years, and he has already entered his bones ...
After tonight, Zhong Ming'e will be a normal man, a son who will not let the lady of the concubine no longer be disappointed, and will also be a prince capable of competing with the three princes. Xia Lin'er, the long-married second prince can finally raise his eyebrows and exhale, and can stand upright in front of the third prince.
This is what he has always wanted to see, and this is also the most earnest expectation of his master as a subordinate, but at this time, why is he so heart-shaped?
When he looked up again, Liao Chongwu's eyes were slightly red. He picked up the wine jar and poured a large bowl of wine, drinking the bitter and spicy liquor. He was choked and coughed for a long time. Not high, he became a close guard of the prince in his tens, and he has to be vigilant all the time. He has never been drunk, so when did he start drinking?
Liao Chongwu thought that Zhong Minge was out of spirit and left the Yanxi Palace. The oldest proud young man cried on his shoulders, and the good news came from the third prince ’s house. This is for his long-married second prince. Undoubtedly fatal.
"Liao Chongwu, what should I do?" It was also such a dark night, Zhong Minge asked him with red eyes, "Why is it so difficult? I thought that without Zhong Mingwei, I would be able to go much smoother, but why is it so difficult?" "
In fact, he can be so difficult.
The third prince is arrogant and arrogant. Although he is of noble origin, speaking of it, in front of the long lived lord, it is not as pleasing as the second prince, but what about that? How can the long live Lord make a prince who is almost thirty years old, but has no knees under his knees?
Therefore, he can really not be so difficult, as long as he is willing to go to the backyard, willing to accept the skin and tenderness of the woman.
That day, from beginning to end, Liao Chongwu did not say a word, because Zhong Minge poured out his distress in front of him, and later Zhong Minge fell asleep with tears, he sent Zhong Minge back to the room, and then he knocked on in the night At the door of the wine shop, in the sleepy eyes of Dian Xiao Er, he drank a whole jar of Fenjiu.
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Today, it is still such a dark night, it is still a jar of Fenjiu to drink alone, but why is this wine so difficult to swallow?
What is he doing? At this time, are you listening to Zou's heartfelt talk, or are you enjoying Zou's style?
Liao Chongwu smiled bitterly, grabbed the wine jar suddenly, and dumped it to the top of his head. The cold liquor poured from the head to his feet. He was trembling with his whole body, but in this trembling, his mind was unprecedented. Clear up.