Chapter 112 (2/2)

Press, press, shake.

The whole body is scattered in all kinds of things

Life has nothing to love.

There is a kind of tragedy, called lifting a stone and hitting yourself in the foot.

Lin Lang suddenly wanted to take back the words that pretended to be forced.

The paper window reflected the flickering candle fire, and the two figures gradually overlapped.

Wen Ting secretly took a glance at Lin Lang, and the light outlined her calm and serious face. Her eyebrows were curved like a sharp edge, and her thin lips were tightly pursed. She had a grand master's bearing.

His eyes fell on the palm of her hand. The other, with these hands, would only take off his clothes, touch his body and launch an aggressive attack.

But the palm of this man is soft and hot.

”What is that word?” He asked softly.

”Wenting.”

For the first time, he felt that the name given by his parents gave him a warm power and made him have the impulse to cry.

So, in the case of the female owner did not know, Lin Lang was not soft hearted and dug away a wall foot, let her cry have no place to cry.

One day, Mo Xiaoyan came back from the Ministry of rites and ran to Wenting in front of her. She opened her palm like a treasure, ”ting'er, look, what's this?”

A string of exquisite and beautiful emerald bracelet, shining in the sun.

This is a rare thing. Most of them are gold, silver, pearls and jades in the market of Chu state. Precious stones and other things can't be bought with money. There was a relative of an official surnamed Cheng in the Ministry of rites who was engaged in border trade outside. When she came back to visit her relatives, she wrapped up a lot of good things for the official. She borrowed flowers and offered Buddha to her Majesty's beloved prince.

Wenting laughed. ”It's beautiful.”

Then he took it over and put it in the top dressing box.

Mo Xiaoyan was stunned, and then figured out something. She had no choice but to smile at him. She took out the bracelet and asked him to put it on himself. She just rolled off her sleeve and found that a bunch of faded red ropes were tied to her slender wrist.

She didn't think much about it, and murmured.

”How many times have you said that there is no shortage of money in the palace. This is old, so don't wear it! What a new one

Then he tore off the red rope and threw it on the stool at will. Meizizi buckled the emerald bracelet for him.

Winting didn't struggle.

Mo Xiaoyan was in a happy mood today. The old Shangshu, who had always looked down on her before, seldom praised her. As a wrong enemy, an official surnamed Cheng sent her this big gift, saying that she intended to make friends with her. She walked with wind when she was proud of the officialdom.

Finally, I can be proud.

Under this excitement, she wanted to find someone to do something happy.

She couldn't help but pounce on Wenting and pushed the man to the bed. Her fingers skillfully untied each other's knots. Wenting gave her a feeling different from other people. He was soft and gentle, like a clear spring without dust.

Xiao Yan's neck is sucking, and she is losing her focus.

When it was over, the woman was sleeping soundly. Wenting took the lead in putting on clothes and shoes, asked for hot water, and scrubbed her body from head to foot with her pancreas. He sat in the tub for a long time. When the hot water was cool, Wenting took a clean towel and wiped the water on his skin carefully until it was red.

He didn't seem to feel any pain. He put on his inner coat and went out with his wet hair. Wenting leaned down, picked up the red rope on the stool, patted the dust that did not exist, and put it into the lapel, the place closest to the heart.

I'm sorry, because your master's humble, let you also suffer injustice.

Wenting lowered his eyes, and his beautiful eyelashes, like butterfly clothes, fluttered gently and converged all his looks.

All these are given by the Lord, and he is not entitled to be wronged.

Even if he feels dirty.

Wenting struggled in the mud. He suffered from hunger and hardship. He could clearly understand the hard work of a stable life.

Maybe he should be like a flamboyant canary, flattering his master.

It's in his best interest.

It was a simple thing, but now he couldn't convince himself.

He wanted to see the cleanest face in that man's eyes.

But he's dirty.

It was soiled by someone else.

The man turned his head.

Staring at the man in bed with no expression.