Chapter 112 (1/2)

Lin Lang woke up from another bed this time.

Wake up every day to find that the bed partner is not the same person, really exciting.

After more than half a month, Mo Xiaoyan found that her life had not changed greatly, and her courage gradually increased.

She didn't want to sleep in the cold and unpopular study any more, so she resumed the habit of changing rooms every day, but she didn't dare to perform spring palace at night.

Every time she opens her eyes, Lin Lang opens her eyes in different rooms. The people around her change. She has to get up in the middle of the night and return to the East chamber where Xie Liancheng is located.

How to say, in the eyes of Lin Lang, this female host is a bit of waste wood. In addition to reading some poems and saying some tongue breaking words, she has no extraordinary ability. This can be seen from the Ministry of rites. Her ability to be lazy is first-class.

In the case of male Lord Xie Liancheng did not mention her, she subconsciously avoided the existence of Lin Lang, as if she did not know, covered her ears and still lived her ”smart days”. She is more like taking Lin Lang as a ”rescue soldier”. Every time the Ministry of rites gives her the task, she always leaves it for the ”next day” to finish it for her.

However, Lin Lang won't let her enjoy too long. Life always needs some fun, isn't it?

”Are you going again?” The man beside him asked in a low voice. His amber eyes were more and more beautiful and amazing in the dim candlelight, with a melancholy mood that could not be explained clearly, which made her see clearly.

Lin Lang's heart smiles, it seems that this period of time is not without effect.

Mo Xiaoyan is too confident in her charm, or in other words, she is too confident in her men's self-control. She thinks that after a good ”deep” communication, the men will stick to her and ”stick to her.”.

In fact, men pretend to be confused.

Wen Ting, for example, is worth pondering.

He never used ”you” in front of Mo Xiaoyan.

Lin Lang plays but in addition to Xie Liancheng, Gao Leng's general is set up, smell speech just lenglengleng picked eyebrow, want to pull out the arm that he pillows. However, the other side did not move his head as meekly as usual.

”Today is my birthday.” ”It's also the thirteenth year I've been kicked out of my house,” he said in a low voice

Because of her unusual pupil color, Wenting lived an exiled life which was despised by others before being taken into the palace. Compared with other noble monarchs, Wenting has a wound of inferiority that is hard to heal.

He rarely uncovers the wound in front of people, even Mo Xiaoyan. For the first time, Wen Ting confided in his heart. He saw the sympathy and pity in Mo Xiaoyan's eyes. In order to compensate him, the other party tried his best to buy clothes and jewelry for him.

Gradually, he stopped talking.

That's not what he wants.

He just wanted someone to share his fears and respect his past, not to be isolated as a special, fragile thing.

After listening, Lin Lang was silent.

Wenting was a little disappointed, just want to raise his head, let her leave, but heard her speak, voice as usual cold, ”so, what do you wish this year?”

He looked at her in a daze.

For the first time, she was really aware that she was not a king.

The Lord will directly ask him what he wants, let people go out and buy it, and then hold it in front of him to please him.

And she asked him, what did you wish for.

Wenting's nose is sour.

How can he be qualified to make a wish if he is humble?

Making a wish is a child's willful right. There are only cold benefits and results in the adult world.

He is a sinful man in the mire. He has nothing. What he wants, he has to exchange with his only body.

Wen Ting thought that in order to survive, he had already adapted to the rules of the game of these dignitaries.

But why, this simple wish, let his mood out of control?

The other party's eyes did not dodge. The eyes were like a cold pool, which was very threatening. Different from Mo Xiaoyan's gentleness, he was very flustered and said, ”I, I don't know.”

”Can you write?”

The man shook his head and unconsciously lowered his beautiful and slender neck.

”Then I'll teach you.”

Wen Ting suddenly raised his head.

”First of all, you stupid apprentice, if you can't learn well, don't say I'm your entry-level master. I can't afford to lose this person.” Lin Lang put on high airs, a pair of cold dead fish face, inhuman.

This did not stop Wenting's happy mood. As soon as he was excited, he subconsciously threw himself into Lin Lang's arms. Lin Lang body did not stabilize, two people ”Gudong” a fell out of bed.

Lin Lang hugs people and reaches out to protect each other's head. Instead, she bumps into her own head. The pain makes her just want to greet the ancestor of the floor. This rebellious boyfriend's strength is not easy to ”exercise” out.

”Are you all right? Am I hurting you Wen Ting admitted his mistake.”I'm kidding. I'm not as delicate as you men. It's not too heavy for you to go up to ten kings just because of your small size.” Lin Lang has a straight face and tells lies with open eyes. You know, her touhan degree is palace level, only a small injury, how can it be difficult to pour her?

The man's silver eyes are bright, flowing with a strange look.

He had intended to get up, and after hearing this, his face turned red, and his hands supporting the ground turned to embrace the neck of Lin Lang, and his shame pressed on her.