Chapter 167 is mean

An Wei suddenly became angry, causing most of Ling Qingyun and Shi Ting's drunkenness to disappear.

He was furious.

Not only did he smash the cup, but he also kicked the table over.

Then, An Wei did not send Ling Qingyun home. He just told Liansheng to take care of Ling Qingyun, and then rode away by himself.

In April, when spring was getting stronger, Ling Qingyun felt soaked in the cold and chilled all over.

She lay on the bed after changing her clothes, staring at the empty tent top. The moonlight of the fifteenth day was bright, leaving a thin light in the house through the windows and the brocade tent. In the shadows, the pattern on the top of the tent is like a long weird and gorgeous brocade, spread out.

Ling Qingyun wanted to see what was drawn on the brocade map, but she felt that her vision was blurred.

When I came back to my senses, I had tears on my face.

She turned to the side slightly, and hot tears fell down the way, soaking the pillow towel.

Ling Qingyun hurriedly sat up and wiped away her tears.

She exhaled softly and said to herself: "The eldest princess of Huaiqing has passed away, and the person who killed me is gone, you should be happy!" ”

Suddenly, she felt that someone gently pushed open the window lattice and landed steadily in her room, while Liansheng, who was sleeping outside, did not move at all.

The clear Qionghua spilled in, and there was a bit of wine in the night breeze.

It's an eaves.

"You stand first." Ling Qingyun suddenly spoke, "I'll approve the clothes up"

Her voice was soft, but An Wei heard it.

An Wei often climbed over the wall of the fang and the courtyard wall of the Ling family at night and jumped into her room, which Ling Qingyun was already familiar with.

An Wei was silent, and really stood still.

Ling Qingyun pulled over her coat, and after putting it on, she picked up the brocade tent and walked out.

There was no light in the room, but Qionghua, who poured in from the window, was like hoarfrost with a little silver.

In the dim light, you can see the furnishings in the room.

An Wei sat on the kang by her window, and Ling Qingyun also came over and sat opposite him.

The night breeze blew in through the window, stirring her Ling Qingyun's scattered green silk. She tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing a slender neck.

There is a slight scar on the neck, which is not very obvious anymore, but if you look closely, it is still zài.

That was the last time she scratched herself.

An Wei sat and didn't speak for a long time.

Ling Qingyun was equally silent.

After a long time, An Wei spoke, and his voice was low and hoarse: "I shouldn't have said those words today—I was so angry that I was dizzy." ”

"I understand." Ling Qingyun replied.

An Wei has always felt that the feelings of Lu Jiuniang and Wang Qilang are dirty and dirty, unsightly, and evil. In front of An Wei, when they talked about their future plans, An Wei must have felt particularly disgusting.

He was angry, and Lu Jiuniang understood.

If you were to change yourself, I'm afraid that you will feel disgusted and angry.

At that time, Lu Yu was drunk. If it was a normal situation, she would definitely not answer Shi Ting's words, which would make An Wei unhappy.

An Wei's words, although they made her sad, were not very angry. In her heart, there was a kind of despair that could not be contained.

Her voice was soft and low, but An Wei felt a silk thread tightly wrapped around his heart, about to streak blood on his heart.

"You're right, I shouldn't have planned for the future." She said slowly, "I'm dead, I should go to the Netherworld." ”

An Wei has forgotten about it, she Lu Jiuniang can't go to the Yin Cao Difu, and the same goes for Shiting.

When they die, there is no reincarnation, they can only dissipate between heaven and earth.

Thinking about it, it's a little reluctant. That's why Ling Qingyun said those words through wine.

"Shut up!" An Wei suddenly shouted. His voice, sharp and fiery, alarmed the night-sleeping sparrows, and there was the sound of wings fluttering on the roof.

In the empty and silent night, his voice was extremely loud, which startled Ling Qingyun.

The voice of a maid was also heard outside.

"It's okay, it's my dream." Liansheng stopped at the door.

Ling Qingyun held her breath.

A moment later, a gentle cough from Liansheng came from outside, indicating that the maids had all gone to sleep again.

Ling Qingyun slowly let out a sigh of relief.

"Let's go back." She got up to see off the guests, and her voice was unconsciously a little disheartened, "Before I leave, don't jump into my yard in the middle of the night, or I'll sue my family." ”

She turned to enter the tent.

In the rubbing of the clothes behind him, An Wei also got up. He came in and hugged her tightly from behind. His arms were strong and strong, and Ling Qingyun was tightly clamped, and she was a little breathless.

He gasped a little heavily, hugged her tightly, rested his chin on top of her head, and his arms were so hard that she couldn't breathe.

"You're me off!" An Cane's voice was heavy, and he didn't care about the silence of the night, and he wasn't afraid of alarming people.

With that, he put one arm around her, and the other hand slid down the hem of her open garment and into her garment.

His hot, rough palm touched the delicate skin around her waist.

Ling Qingyun bit her lip and didn't make a sound.

"You're me off!" He repeated, and lowered his head and sucked the snow on her neck. He sucked so hard that her neck hurt a little; His hands, rough and brutal, roamed around her lower abdomen and waist, rubbing her delicate and soft.

Ling Qingyun bit her lip even harder.

At the same time, her feet fell backwards and slammed on Anya's instep, exactly the same way she dealt with Keigoro.

An Weirao was iron-clad, and he couldn't bear the sudden sharp pain in his body, and immediately his knees weakened and he almost knelt down.

Ling Qingyun took the opportunity to break free from him.

The unbearable soreness in An Wei's legs made him sober up a lot, and it took a while for this severe pain to subside.

And Ling Qingyun had already retreated five steps away from him.

"You're just as angry with me!" Ling Qingyun's voice was cold, and she squinted at him, "I don't want to see you again for the time being, please go out!" ”

An Wei's thighs and calves, because of Ling Qingyun's kick, hurt so much that they couldn't stand upright, and after a long time, there was still residual soreness, making his legs feel weak, but his fists were clenched tightly.

He didn't move, just stood there, opposing Ling Qingyun.

Ling Qingyun didn't move either.

The wind blowing in from the window is warm and warm with the fragrance of flowers. The weather is pleasant.

They stood for a long time, and An Wei's anger was all gone, and the wine disappeared without a trace.

"You want to go with him?" An Wei asked her. His voice, clear and hoarse, had come to his senses.

"Yes." She replied, without hesitation.

An Wei's breath was another one, and he didn't breathe for a long time.

"Why?" He asked for a moment, his voice muffled.

After he asked why, he also felt a little melancholy.

"My body has long been rotten in the soil, and no one in this world will recognize Lu Jiuniang, only him. He was my only support. Ling Qingyun said, "Moreover, I promised to go with him, I don't want to break my word." ”

With that, she heard the sound of joints gurgling.

An Wei clenched his fists tightly.

She took two steps back without a trace.

"Just because of that?" An Wei asked, "Because he can shelter you?" ”

"Not exactly." Ling Qingyun said, "I once loved him, and I did not hesitate to do ugly things for him that the world could not tolerate. I have made an oath to him, and I have conceived his child.

In this world, I can seek a lot of refuge, and his refuge is irreplaceable by anyone. So, I'm willing to go with him. ”

An Wei's fist was immediately released.

His shoulders hung down like a kind of detachment, and a sense of decadence and powerlessness enveloped him.

He closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

Then, he snatched out the window and disappeared into the night.

Ling Qingyun stood by the window, disappearing into his back, tears falling down her cheeks.

She looked in the direction of An's eaves in the distance, and did not move for a long time.

She responded to his meanness with meanness.

She was like a grumpy child, knowing that he hated hearing these words, and knowing that he was already very sincere in helping her, she still said it.

Otherwise, she couldn't breathe through it.

She cared so much about him!

***

"Practiced all morning?" Xiao Jingshi asked the maid who came to report the news in surprise.

An Wei got up early and had been practicing guns at home, and he had been practicing all morning, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

Xiao Jing was a little surprised.

She knew that An Wei practiced martial arts hard, but she was very measured. Such a long period of gun practice is excessive practice and will hurt the muscles and bones.

Aneaves rarely do this.

"Not a morning, ma'am." The maid cried urgently, "The second master suddenly got up last night to practice the gun, and he hasn't stopped since then, and it's been almost six hours." ”

Xiao Jing stood up in surprise.

Practiced for six hours?

Even people who don't practice martial arts know that practicing for such a long time will cause extremely powerful injuries to the body and limbs, and will leave hidden dangers.

"Let's go, I'll take a look!" Xiao Jing said.

When she took the maid and rushed to the outer courtyard venue, An Wei was still practicing guns. His spear, waving in the air, drove the wind to the wind. His whole body was soaked with sweat, and the sweat of the bean was still sliding down his sideburns.

"Eaves, stop!" Xiao Jing shouted at him, "What are you doing?" ”

An Wei was in a trance and didn't hear it.

"Eaves!" Xiao Jing called him again.

He was exhausted, and the spear in his hand might not be able to control it, and if he approached him, he might be pierced by a single shot.

Xiao Jingshi was so anxious that he shouted at An Eaves, but he didn't dare to approach.

"Here's what to do!" Xiao Jing was very anxious.

In the end, the subordinates also brought An Su and An Dong in.

"Eaves!"

"Second brother!"

An Wei finally heard their voices. The spear in his hand snatched out, with the sound of the whistling wind, and sank deep into the western courtyard wall, and the tail of the spear trembled to itself, and it did not stop for a long time.

An Wei walked from the field, the soles of his shoes had worn out, and the soles of his feet had worn out the skin.

His hands, blood flowing, stained the stick red. His hands were already covered with calluses, rough and thick, and he could grind his hands like this, which shows how much he has practiced!

Xiao Jing is about to cry.

An Wei ignored them and went straight back to the room, without saying a word.

The maids fetched the bath water, and he sat down in the bathtub with his clothes, feeling the pain of his limbs and bones.

He looked at his hands, which had been ground apart by the sticks of the gun, and plunged into the water.

The piercing pain came, but he was a little numb.

He closed his eyes slightly, and finally only sighed softly.

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