The night was deep, and the moonlight cast a mottled clear light between the branches and leaves of the trees, flickering and dimming.

West Plant

The melodious chant of the song gradually fell into a slump.

At the head of the bed, the two men were sweating profusely, one lying and the other sitting, panting.

Lu Qiange took a break, and his cold eyes turned towards Minglan.

I saw a small leather whip coming down, and the skin on his exposed lean chest was already blue and red, and tiny beads of blood oozed from the many overlapping whip marks.

But while the perverted eunuch was savoring the hot pain of the wound, his white and sweaty face had an expression of pain and satisfaction.

The extremely contradictory look was seen in Lu Qiange's eyes, and he immediately felt his scalp tingle, and several layers of goosebumps were aroused all over his body.

Minglan's cheeks were crimson at the moment, as if he had rubbed rouge, and a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes hooked to the beautiful man at the head of the bed.

Lu Qiange's heart was suddenly shocked, and he asked in surprise:

"Wouldn't it? Still? ”

Minglan smiled "hehe", the flush on his cheeks was even worse, and the end of his voice was soft and trembling, with a flattering prayer:

"Hero...... Can you let the Governor ...... Let me go first, huh? ”

"Convenient?"

Lu Qiange raised his eyes, the sharp essence in his purple eyes locked on Minglan's radiant face, and he made careful calculations in his heart.

He is not stupid, and he knows a truth:

Once you have locked your opponent in the room, you must not easily ask him to leave the room again!

Letting the opponent go is like letting the trapped beast out of the cage. The Ti Cavalry of the West Factory is guarding under the corridor, and any extraneous behavior at this time is extremely stupid!

"Please, hero, just let me go to the toilet. It's really ...... Hold it tight. If you don't worry, you can go to the West Chamber with me, I'll ...... I'm not going to make trouble, you, you take me......"

Minglan was really anxious, his pointed face was a little deformed by the belly, and his hair tips and sideburns were hot and sweaty.

"Don't go! Bear with me! ”

Lu Qiange felt irritable, raised his eyebrows and whipped him, and whipped it hard at Minglan's buttocks.

"Oh"

The pain of a broken bone, the spicy pain of being whipped into the skin, and the urgency of an imminent moment of urgency all come together to create a more peculiar and comforting feeling.

In an instant, Minglan's body trembled violently, and he stretched his neck and pulled out a long sigh.

Then a turbid air burst out from beneath him, making the air around him extremely salty and pungent.

“……”

Lu Qiange only felt that his stomach was overturned, and he jumped a few meters away from the head of the bed.

Who doesn't know that if the movement is so small that it is almost inaudible, the smell will be choking!

This is the case with Minglan.

If the smoke does not come to this time, it can indeed smoke and kill a room of flies and bugs.

In this way, the eunuch is not posturing.

Lu Qiange looked around, and he saw a high-necked copper spittoon under the bed, so he bent down and put the spittoon in front of the bed.

The spittoon was extremely clean, and the outer wall was smooth and shiny, and it could be used as a bronze mirror to reflect the figure.

I don't know what I threw into it, and the cool aroma of jasmine mixed with mint grass wafted out.

Lu Qiange couldn't help but pull his lips, releasing a light smile line. Then he raised his sneering eyes and ordered Minglan in a deep voice:

"It's convenient right here!"

Minglan shook his head again and again, and said in a panic:

"No, this is my spittoon. With it, this、How does this make? ”

Lu Qiange's purple eyes were round, and the light was fierce:

"How not! That's so eventful, the angry master will ask you to pull you to the bed! ”

Minglan flattened his lips helplessly, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva and half a sentence back into his stomach with all the unspoken words.

Just now, he made a fuss about going to the toilet

Indeed, it is a half-truth.

Seeing his treasure jar being held in the palm of the wild boy, this is equivalent to life~ The root was pinched in the palm of the hand by the enemy.

Minglan didn't dare to open his mouth at will to call people in, so he began to think about the design and walked out. As soon as you get out of the house, there are all kinds of opportunities to call people.

Tiqi was outside the house, Minglan didn't believe it, the wild boy with an unknown surname in front of him really dared to swagger out of the house with his altar?

If you really go out like this, won't it be exposed immediately?

However, this kid is also quite slippery, as if he can see through his thoughts. I'd rather let him settle in a spittoon than let him out.

There was no way, Minglan had no choice but to try another way.

Peach Blossom's eyes turned a few times, and Minglan lay on the bed and begged:

"Hero, can you unlock the acupuncture points for me? Let me get out of bed, and I'll be on the spittoon...... Convenient. ”

A ghostly light flashed in his purple eyes, and Lu Qiange nodded his head happily this time:

"Good!"

"Body, can't move."

Minglan smiled dryly, his expression a little aggrieved.

The two crotches were touched by Lu Qiange's two fingers, and the limbs were no longer heavy, as if they were back on themselves.

Minglan couldn't bend down to put on his shoes because of the pain of his tailbone, so he had to rub his white socks on the ground and move to the spittoon.

His expression turned difficult, and he looked at Lu Qiange again after hesitation:

"Hero, can you, stop staring at me like that? You're like this, I—I can't sit on it at all, I ......"

"Less nonsense!"

Lu Qiange was already impatient, and there was a cold light in his purple eyes.

The left hand holding the dagger turned his wrist melodiously, and a white light went straight to Minglan's lower body.

He only felt a chill on his waist, and when he looked down, he saw that the dark red pants with feathered satin on his legs had fallen to his bare feet.

"Ahh

Minglan screamed, his hands hurriedly clasped between his legs, and his expression was panicked.

Although he has always been absurd and dissolute, deep down in his heart, he also has an indelible sense of shame about purification.

Even if it is the person closest to him, Minglan does not want to be easily seen by the wound on his body, let alone facing a stranger who has never known his life.

Lu Qiange rolled his eyes and went out, then shook the blade in his hand, silently looked directly at Minglan, and shook his head at the spittoon.

That means telling him, sit down quickly, and stop grinding the master's temperament.

Minglan lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the countless resentful emotions in his eyes.

Looking at the strength of this beautiful man's blade, you can see that he is good, and his three punches and two kicks are by no means his opponents.

For the sake of his own treasure altar, Minglan could only swallow his anger at this time.

Squatting slowly, as soon as he touched the copper edge of the spittoon, Minglan was frozen to the delicate skin of the cold peculiar to metal.

When he landed, his face sank ugly, and the discomfort made him uncontrollable to open his mouth and shout:

"Ahh

Grandma's, this governor is also a second-class member of the imperial court, how could he be reduced to such vulgarity as a gangster in the market, and he actually used a spittoon as a gong bucket!

At this moment, Minglan misses the thatched toilet that belongs to him in the house.

It was a richly decorated house.

There is a sandalwood wood case made of incense, and there is a three-legged toad purple gold furnace for fortune, and the open toad's mouth is filled with green smoke of Luo Xiang all year round.

The large luodian lacquer box next to him was filled with dried dates for him to plug his nostrils when he climbed the pit and block the indecent-smelling air around him.

Then he sat on a stool trimmed with colorful silk.

The oak gong barrel under the gong stool has a wide belly, the surface is brushed with red glaze and inlaid with jadeite, and the barrel is soaked in agarwood.

In winter, the ten-mile silk edging on the Gong stool is replaced with fox skin. People sit on it to go to the toilet, it is soft and comfortable, and the skin does not feel cold.

After the incident, the next person will bring him a mutton fat white jade basin containing bath bean water to clean his body.

Now, he is forced to sit on top of the spittoon

The treatment of convenience is a great humiliation for Minglan, who has always been beautiful and easy to put on a good score!

After unlocking all the acupoints for Minglan, Lu Qiange remained vigilant without blinking.

When he heard Minglan pulling his neck and shouting nonsense, he thought he was playing tricks.

"Whoosh", in the blink of an eye, the dagger has chased to Minglan's neck socket.

Minglan was frightened, and he was so frightened that there was a movement under him, and that kind of thing that planted the reincarnation of grains rushed into the spittoon with the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and seas.

"Ho ......"

Lu Qiange was choked by the pungent smell and frowned, taking a few steps back.

Minglan's body was stiff, as if he had fixed himself on the spittoon, his complexion was pale, and he obviously felt both ashamed and embarrassed.

When he was young, he straightened his face and said:

"I—I'm all right......"

"Oh?"

Lu Qiange stared at Minglan with cold eyes, walked over suddenly, and stretched out one hand to lift him from the spittoon.

"I ......"

Minglan's facial features twitched, and just as he was about to raise his neck, the sharp dagger was already against his throat.

Minglan hiccuped and lowered his voice:

"I—I'm not clean."

"Father-in-law Ming, you are all so virtuous, don't be so particular!"

After Lu Qiange finished laughing, he raised his foot and kicked Minglan's buttocks.

The lifeless pain of his tailbone made him almost lose his breath, and as soon as his knee weakened, he fell to his knees.

At this moment, Minglan's pointed face, which was so white that he lost blood, had an extremely stunned expression, and his lips trembled so much that he couldn't paint half a word.

He was kicked by Lu Qiange before he could clean himself, and he kicked it through his robe, and his position was impartial......

Come to think of it, this newly-cut brocade robe has been stained......

Minglan's devastated heart let out 10,000 shouts, and his spirit almost collapsed.

Enduring all kinds of discomfort in his senses, he looked at Lu Qiange with a blank look in his eyes, and prayed in a trembling voice:

"Hero, I—I've listened to you. Now, wilt thou give me back my altar? ”

"Do you really want to?"

Lu Qiange's eyebrows suddenly sank, the light and shadow in his purple eyes flickered, and a smile arc swept on his lips, with an ethereal chill of unknown meaning.

He lifted the lid of the porcelain altar in front of Minglan's eyes, and unexpectedly turned the mouth of the altar downward.

Minglan opened his mouth wide in a daze but couldn't speak, his eyes were staring to the limit, his limbs twitched and stared straight into the spittoon.

Lu Qiange raised his whip again and twitched at Minglan's shaky back.

"Oh"

Minglan shouted out unexpectedly, and his distorted face looked painful, but he seemed to be enjoying it.

"Okay, if you want that thing, reach out and fish it out yourself"

Lu Qiange's eyes were shining, and he commanded coldly, and waved his leather whip at Minglan's soles.

"Ahh Oh! Don't"

Minglan was abused, but he was like a spinning top spinning wildly, and the more he was beaten, the more excited he became.

One wall howled and the other shook his head, his whole face was red and sweaty, and his complexion was hideous and weird.

Outside, a rider couldn't bear it anymore and ran to the front yard with his legs.

The other grabbed him and asked:

"What are you doing? You and I are ready for duty tonight, you are left with me, where are you going? ”

The one who was short of breath and red-faced said roughly:

"No, I can't stand it anymore, I want to find a place to vent my fire!"

"Hey! You ......"

Halfway through the other words, he watched his accomplices run away.

Sullen back to the porch, the muffled voice continued to pour into his ears, stimulating his already uneasy heart.

Ti Qi blocked his ears with both hands, it was useless!

After pacing back and forth a few steps, he glanced at the door, and then ran with his feet raised...... 2k reading web