Chapter 314 (1/2)

The forest is quiet and wakes up.

The whole person seems to be in a sloshing.

When she first opened her eyes, she heard the voice above her head saying, ”are you awake?”

The voice was familiar to her.

Yan zhaolie, with one hand on the carved table, lazily supported half of his face, and the other on Lin Lang's body, with a thin soft blanket between them. Aware of the abnormal movement on his legs, he lowered his eyelids to look, his eyes clear and indifferent.

When Lin Lang came out, she was dressed as a maid. The color of the hairpin on her head was very poor. The son of a generation thought that it was a nuisance to his eyes, so he simply stripped it off. His thick black hair had no decoration. It was scattered cleanly on his clothes, which made people want to feel it.

Unlike ordinary women of aristocratic families, Lin Lang seldom covers the hair oil with strong fragrance. It feels very refreshing. When she is in a coma, Yan zhaolie has been addicted to many times. Of course, it can't be said.

”How is it you?”

Lin Lang was so shocked that she was about to get up. He didn't stop her, but she supported her thin back when she couldn't hold her body.

”Where is this? Why am I here? And you, how could... ” The person who just woke up was obviously very flustered. Almost kneeling, he moved to the window and lifted the curtain to look out.

There are few pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, there are several stalls selling calligraphy and painting under the wind and snow, which is the business of the poor scholars.

Yan zhaolie did not hurry to tidy up his clothes which had been crumpled by her, and then moved his numb legs. Then he said, ”this is Xique tower. If you go one more time, you will arrive at the palace. As for why you are here, you have to ask your little monk lover how hard he is to knock you out and send you to my side. ”

He said it casually and disagreeably, as if he didn't pay attention to the great virtue at all.

As soon as Lin Lang listened, her rosy face turned pale because of her deep sleep. She suddenly threw herself in front of shiziye, grabbed his skirt with both hands, and repeatedly questioned, ”why do you want to knock me out? Why did you come? Where did he go? Where is it now? ”

This is the second time, Lin Lang took the initiative to come up.

The first time is in the wedding night, she deliberately seduced, but she was scared by her Meng Lang ran away.

Yan zhaolie has been trapped by this vicious and beautiful stepmother for many times. Although his heart is warm and fragrant, his expression does not fluctuate. He sneers, ”that bald donkey is your heart treasure, not mine. Where is your little lover happy? What's your son's business?”

”You --”

the other side was so angry that his chest rose and fell. After a while, he calmed down and bit his teeth and said, ”please tell me where he is now.”

”That's how you ask for help?” Yan zhaolie's body leaned back lazily, like a drunken jade decadent mountain. He looked at people with a smile in his eyes. There was a long and thin Yanling Dao beside Shizi Ye's knee. The scabbard was red. Lin Lang smelled the smell of rusty prickly nose blood. He didn't know how much blood the knife had drunk, which caused the current evil spirit.

The guys who have killed people are different. It's hard to fool them.

Lin Lang thought about it and knelt down carefully. Her skirt was meandering and moved to shiziye's leg.

Yan zhaolie holds her chest in both hands and looks at the scene coldly.

The other side slowly stretched out his hand, just like a tender green onion. His thin nails, which were neatly cut and covered with peach powder, slipped through Yan zhaolie's sight and pressed them on the back of his right hand.

She pulled, but Yan zhaolie didn't move on purpose.

This action made the woman's eyes grow thick and misty. Yan zhaolie's heart suddenly burst into a living snow-white deer. She unconsciously loosened her hand and pulled her stiff wrist away.

Lin Lang's hands were holding the young son's hand, gently and slowly fell on her cheek.

His hands are bigger than the standard of adult men, and their knuckles are long. So sticking them on a woman's cheek is like half a small face stuck in his generous palms, making him more and more petite and pitiful. Yan zhaolie thought that the newborn weak beast was just like this.

”Lie'er, tell your mother, will you?”

She said in a timid voice, with a faint, shaky ending.

As long as he was fierce, he would cry on the spot.

Just like a little girl who is infatuated and entangled, she is shy and has a handsome lover to hairpin flowers between her temples. Her tone is soft and sweet, and even snorts her nose to act coquettish.

Lin Lang was scolded by the animal, animal, scum, shameless. The first time she heard her call her strong son with this sweet and greasy voice wrapped in sugar and frost, shiziye was caught off guard and fell into the love net specially woven for him. His ear tip was tinged with thin red, and he was very sweet. He unconsciously gave a ”um” sound.

When he came back to God, he secretly called himself a coward. He had no future, and his little trick was won over.

But the other party is happy, as if unconscious, let his palm rub on the cheek.

At this time, Yan zhaolie almost can't remember her cruel means of calculating herself. She only thinks that the small poisonous scorpion and python in her eyes are particularly delicate, with a pair of small crescent teeth, and the shallow lying silkworm is really beautiful.Yan zhaolie told chefuller to turn the horse's head and reported another place.

From time to time, Lin Lang lifted the curtain to see, and the ice particles shot into her face. She wiped it with her sleeve and casually asked, ”where is this going?”

Shiziye sat cross legged, looked at her, and slowly spit out two words.

”Execution ground.”

Lin Lang turned his head and couldn't believe staring at him.

”Shi Jingcheng, as a monk, lures the three princesses in the maiden to be married by giving lectures on scriptures and explaining the Tao. Hearing this, the emperor ordered Shi Jingcheng to return to the secular world immediately and marry the princess Yan zhaolie casually played with the pattern on his sleeve and hung it up regardless of his own affairs. ”That monk is a hard bone. He doesn't want to be rich and prosperous. He says Amitabha, he just wants to die and apologize.”

”No, the son of heaven will be merciful and complete him.”