Chapter 68: Hate

The words are open, but punishment is still indispensable. All afternoon, Chu Jinglan almost tossed Ye Huaiyang to death. Crescent stayed downstairs listening to her own lady crying and screaming, his face changed a few rounds, but I didn't dare to leave for half a step, for fear that someone who didn't have long eyes would break in and leave Ye Huaiyang with a reputation for prostitution day by day, that would be bad.
It's still to blame the prince, every time he doesn't care about the time and place, it's usually nothing, how can the two of them quarrel in bed?
Crescent did not figure it out all the time, and then found out that this is not the first time. The lady has many ghosts and always acts on her own. She will make the prince angry once in a while, and the prince often has only one way to clean her. After trial and error, the young lady was honest immediately, and she never dared to mess around by herself. Thinking of this, Crescent again admired the prince.
Youdao means one thing drops one thing, and that's probably it, right?
In the evening, the two finally came out. Ye Huaiyang seemed to be squinted for a while, but she was still deeply sleepy. After all, the soft couch on the Lingyun Pavilion was too small, and she slept on him without ironing. She was sweating again, and she felt uncomfortable no matter what, so she went downstairs after she got over. Chu Jinglan took her back to the room to take a bath and sleep again. She didn't pass food until Xu Shi.
There is a lot of tenderness here, but there are people over there who can't sit still.
"Brother, can you bear with me being wronged like this!"
Sitting in his room, Meng Chen's eyes were slightly red, and a pair of tender white silkies were holding the silk paws tightly, as if trying to endure something. And her eldest brother Meng Xuan was next to her, and saw her look like a long sigh, but even if he felt distressed, he could only persuade her tactfully.
"Chen'er, it's not that I don't want to stand up for you, but that the twisted melon is not sweet! With so many young talents in the North, why bother to marry someone who doesn't love yourself?"
"No! He has feelings for me! We have been together in the North for so many years, and he has always spoiled me and protected me. How could he not have my status in his heart?"
Huge teardrops rolled down from the corners of Meng Chen’s eyes, and soon soaked her clothes. Meng Xuan took out her veil to wipe her tears, but she stubbornly avoided. Seeing this situation, Meng Xuan was very helpless but said More direct.
"If Jinglan likes you, why would he not mention marrying you for six years?"
"That's because he is focused on revenge!"
"But how can Ye Huaiyang let Jinglan marry her? Even through the name of giving her the marriage, based on my understanding of Jinglan, no one can force him what he doesn't want." Meng Xuan deeply Staring at her, whispered a few words, "After all, Jinglan likes her."
Hearing that, Meng Chen's tears fell more and more fiercely, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows became red, as if he was scratched on his heart with a knife, and unbearable pain.
"You nonsense! I don't want to listen! You go out!"
Meng Xuan ignored her push, tried to hug her and patted her like a child, with distressed expressions between his eyebrows and eyes.
"Chen'er, in fact, you have already understood, right? Going back and asking for the engagement letter from your parents is just to force Jinglan to marry you? Listen to me, let go, you will only make yourself worse if you continue like this. Too much harm, teach me how to bear it?"
"Then you help me!" Meng Chen grabbed his hand and looked almost mad. "Brother, you go back and tell dad that I was bullied by Ye Huaiyang. Ask dad to write a letter to my cousin. My cousin has always been very Respect father, you will definitely agree to marry me!"
Meng Xuan sighed: "Father wouldn't do such a thing. In his heart, both the Meng family and Jinglan should put their minds on revenge. How can they allow these children's love affairs to disturb Jinglan?"
"Revenge revenge revenge, you know revenge! But why should I sacrifice my happiness? I have never seen that so-called aunt, where is she? Why are you surrounded by someone who has been dead for so long? Spin!"
"Chen'er!" Seeing her talking more and more ridiculously, Meng Xuan couldn't help but sink his face and scolded, "Do you know what you are talking about? Not only is our aunt a relative, she also tried to poison her and saved her father. Without her, you and I would never exist in this world now! How can you say such heartless words!"
A sneer overflowed from Meng Chen's mouth, and immediately let go of his hand, staggering two steps to sit on the stool, no longer looking at Meng Xuan.
In the end, Meng Xuan still felt sorry for his sister, realizing that he might be too harsh, and couldn't help bending down and gently holding her shoulders, and patiently coaxed: "Chen'er, I didn't mean to be aggressive with you. You just talk about it in front of me, don't mention it in front of Dad, you know?"
No one answered him.
He had a headache, and for the time being, he couldn’t think of a better reason to persuade Meng Chen, so he had to take a step back and said: "I’m going back to the room first, so please think about it calmly. When you figure it out, we will come back together in a few days. Northland."
After that, Meng Xuan shook his head and left the room. Meng Chen watched his fading back, suddenly clenched his fist, and rushed out of the Lan Palace bitterly.
She wanted to ask Chu Jinglan face to face if she was really ruthless to her.
The moon falls across the sky, the big dipper is dry, and the shadows are slanting under the plum trees, quietly holding a silver light.
It was not too early, and a small night light was hung in front of the Yefu Gate. The young man was about to return to the door with a long bamboo pole. A dark shadow spread to his feet silently, shocking him and looking back. To find out that it was Miss Meng next door, his face became harder to look.
What is she doing here so late?
Like a female Raksha, Meng Chen slammed toward the door and asked coldly: "Which courtyard is the prince?"
Xiao Si bluntly returned her three words: "I don't know."
Meng Chen seemed to have expected that he would not cooperate a long time ago. He raised his foot and rushed in. The young man suddenly panicked. After throwing away the obstructive bamboo pole, he chased after him. He chased after saying that you can’t do this with Meng Chen, but how can Meng Chen take it? he? Just look at where there is light, go wherever, aggressively, without paying attention to manners, Xiao Si, who is between men and women, dare not to use her strong, the sweat is so anxious now.
"stop!"
A female voice suddenly appeared in the yard. The young man looked up and found that it was Crescent Moon. His eyes glowed like a rescuer. She did not forget to explain: "Miss Crescent Moon, I just hung a lamp at the door. Miss Meng... …"
"I see, go down."
Crescent waved him back and stood alone on the trestle bridge in front of Meng Chen. His well-proportioned body was not wide nor narrow just enough to block the passage. Meng Chen stopped his footsteps, his handsome face showed anger, and his eyes were like arrows, shooting straight at Crescent moon.
"Step aside!"
Crescent Moon just pretended not to hear, and said without a smile: "Miss Meng, the prince and the princess have already rested. If you have anything to do, you might as well come back tomorrow."
"What kind of thing do you dare to block this girl's way?"
Meng Chen slammed it so hard that he slammed the crescent moon against the bridge post. Fortunately, the ground was covered with round pebbles, which did not scratch his arm. The little servant who hadn't gone far turned and ran back, carefully raised Crescent Moon, and then went to chase after Meng Chen who had already crossed the bridge, but Crescent stopped him.
"No need to chase."
"Why?" he asked puzzledly.
Yueya sneered and said: "If you don't let her pass, she will always be immersed in her own fantasy. You have to let her hit the south wall to know that our lady is not that easy to bully."
Only a moment later, Meng Chen had reached the door of the bedroom.
The moon is like a hook, and the flower is like a practice. There is a lamp in the room like a bean. Two closely overlapping black shadows are reflected on the window paper. Listening carefully, the sound of thin speech floats from the gap.
"I think you are a dog. You bit your left shoulder a few days ago and your right arm again in the afternoon. I'm afraid I won't have a place to see if I come here a few more times."
The shadow on the right was slightly restless, followed by a female voice, with a hint of shame in the soft and waxy: "How can you blame me? I told you not to touch it, you have to touch it!"
"Where?" The man smiled softly, and the shadow tilted slightly, as if pressing towards the woman, "here?"
The woman didn't utter any more words. Instead, she was replaced by a series of soft and charming voices, carrying an ambiguous breath from the room to Meng Chen's ears, instantly making her face pale.
I didn't see Chu Jinglan's figure all afternoon. She only said that she had gone to comfort Ye Huaiyang, but unexpectedly it was so comforted...
Suddenly, his eyes were blurred, and his chest began to ache sharply. Meng Chen slammed on the railing beside him and almost fell into the flowers and plants under the corridor. While breathing, he heard the flirtatious voices of the two.
"Come again... My legs are really soft... Uncle Wang waits... Hmm... Hold me back to Fu Yuxuan?"
Chu Jinglan gasped in a low voice, and said, "It's like sleeping here, why are you going back?"
"Isn't there a guest from the mansion..."
Ye Huaiyang's words sounded very reasonable and polite, but after only a few words, it was worth pondering. Chu Jinglan squinted her eyebrows for a while, and deliberately said: "Then I will go back."
After speaking, the two shadows suddenly separated. Meng Chen thought that Chu Jinglan was about to come out, and quickly wiped away the tears on his face. Who knew that Ye Huaiyang’s legs suddenly clamped Chu Jinglan’s waist, her lower abdomen tightened, and inside After shrinking, Chu Jinglan's expression changed on the spot.
"Does Uncle Wang still leave?"
Ye Huaiyang exhaled like orchids, with wisps of flattery, and people's ears were soft. Chu Jinglan only felt a wildfire rushing through his blood, and the whole body was boiling. In the next second, blue veins appeared. Suddenly, his arms clamped her tightly, and one leaned over and rushed into the depths.
"You have learned this trick, you really have grown!"
Chu Jinglan panted, swiftly moving in and out of Ye Huaiyang like a cheetah, each one brought a crazy experience, Ye Huaiyang still screamed softly at first, and then became high-pitched and short, like a cheetah. It's like a breather, but even this didn't cry and beg for mercy as usual, which made Chu Jinglan very surprised.
"I didn't say it before, eh?"
Ye Huaiyang's snow-white forehead was already covered with sweat, but she raised her phoenix eyes and gave him a glance, which was so charming.
"I would rather be killed on this bed by you... than let you go back..."
Chu Jinglan smiled: "Dubious little fairy."
After speaking, he continued to put his head down and worked hard and never mentioned about leaving. Ye Huaiyang quietly glanced out of the window and closed his eyes, interacting with the intertwined moans, groans and gasps. He went to the clouds together, ups and downs.
The figure outside the window disappeared at some point.