The wooden door that had been closed with carved pineapple wood and wrapped around the lotus was gently pushed open, making a slight 'chirp' sound.

The people kneeling in the room were like frightened birds, and their muscles were highly tense.

The first thing I saw was a pair of slender, well-defined hands. Then there is a corner of dark dark pattern robe, white bamboo painted gold line black boots, the sunset afterglow shrouded his body, as if to give him a hazy and dreamy light gold edge.

It blurred a little bit of the sharp and compelling aura of the facial features, diluted the flashy and coercive aura around the body, and even softened the contours of the facial features.

He Dangli's heart also jumped to his throat in an instant, and his palms clutched tightly and the thin shirt under his body was deformed. The red lips of the begonia flower were tightly pursed into a tight straight line, the crow blue eyelashes were half-hanging, covering the fear gushing out of the inside, the sideburns were already wet/wet, and the back was wet with cold sweat.

Although she knew what would happen later, she still couldn't control her panic to the extreme, her hair stood on end, and her scalp was numb.

Even now that spring has begun, there is still a charcoal fire burning in the house, even if it is just a cicada silk veil. I won't feel a little chill, and a few branches of astragalus red plum are obliquely inserted in the porcelain bottle of the white jade beauty's belly, revealing her elegant fragrance faintly.

The cold wind outside the carved mahogany window lattice still roared fiercely, without any regard for the spring scene that was now the revival of all things.

The room was silent, and there was no sound except for the footsteps of the man walking. But only He Dang was so close that he seemed to be able to hear his panicked and rapid heartbeat, as well as the judgment from the gears of fate.

"Don't be afraid, take it easy, loneliness won't hurt you." The man, as if sensing her nervousness and uneasiness, did not immediately approach, but walked to the table, poured her a glass of warm water and passed it over.

"It would be better to drink some water." The deliberately lightened tone seems to have a soothing magic, but that's about it.

He Dangli took it with a trembling hand, and even his upper and lower teeth were trying his best to control it no longer trembling, and then he felt a depression in the position next to him. The ambergris that was unique to the man was all around, and she couldn't tell what it was like, but she felt disgust and endless trepidation.

It's more about the weakness, incompetence, lowly pitifulness and hateful powerlessness of oneself.

She knew the man, the man who had come out of the snow that day.

She didn't drink the water, but symbolically placed it on her lips and touched it slightly, moisturizing her parched lips.

Some things will come, and you can't avoid them no matter what. What's more, there is a saying that it is good to dodge the first day of junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth.

The autumn fragrance tassel Keiko shook slightly, colliding with each other and entwining, and seemed to be reluctantly entangled.

"The flower slave is afraid of loneliness." Cui Lan's slightly calloused hand stroked her delicate little face with light makeup today, which became more and more charming.

Just like the trembling and blooming delicate peaches on the branches of March in the south of the Yangtze River, with a slightly moist and watery meaning. It's delicate and charming, but it has a bit of rough beauty that makes people want to destroy.

I even want to watch this flower bone that should have grown on the branches, forcibly picked down, and bloomed in advance in front of me.

Cui Lan thought that Xu is the violence and perverted factors in his life have been vividly manifested in this villain.

He Dangli shook his head, and moved stiffly, because he had been in a posture, and his feet, which were already numb in his legs, put the white porcelain ink flower cup aside. Then the lips were half-pursed and stood up, and their hands were intertwined together in confusion, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Slave serving son." She hasn't learned much of the work of serving people, but she used to help her son change clothes for a long time. What's more is that she has a kind of heartfelt fear of the man in front of her, not only from the depths of her soul, but also from the flesh.

"Flower slaves don't have to be afraid of loneliness, loneliness won't do anything." Cui Lan sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, her eyes were extremely complicated, but her hand involuntarily reached out and stroked her full head of black hair that had not been tied up today. Wandering in the palm of her hand, it was thin and soft, just like her clear pupils when she first met.

As the saying goes, people with thin hair have many eyes, but the villain in front of them is like a blank piece of paper that can be looked at at at a glance, simple and easy to understand.

"The slave is not afraid of the son, the slave just wants to serve the good son." Having said that, even though her hand was already calm and wanted to act as if nothing had happened, it still inadvertently trembled a little, revealing her fear.

The lips rose slightly, revealing a smirk that was hypocritical and stiff, and his mouth was still glutinous and soft, saying things that violated his conscience and flattered him. "What's more, it is the honor of a slave to serve his son."

Cui Lan looked at the villain who was half-kneeling under him, wrapped his long hand, hugged the person in his arms and sat down, his sharp eyes were half-drooping, and he pinched her slightly slender chin with a slight ambiguity; "Really? Did your master tell you what to expect later? The warm breath sprayed evenly on her cheeks and neck, and she couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body.

"For example, how to serve this son well." Since the word son is preconceived, he is reluctant to change the word "master".

What's more, this is just a code name, why do you need to be worth a little more attention, and the beautiful scenery of a good day is used to do the right thing to live up to the full moon.

Cui Lan's hand moved freely, the corners of his lips were smiling, and he looked at the person who was obviously scared to the extreme, but pretended to be calm. He didn't know if this poor little creature was such a disagreeable person.

But it's more fun, isn't it?

"A slave knows how to serve a good son."

"Huh." A laugh, I don't know if he is laughing at her internal strength or his concentration is not strong.

The red curtain falls, and the red yarn waves. The flower path has never been swept by guests, and the Pengmen is now open for you.

This is also the first time she is really sober and bears the aggression of the man on her body. I can even feel the pain of being torn in half, even if my voice is hoarse and the tears in my eyes are about to run, but this day has not lit up.

The semicircular crescent moon hangs high, bright and bright like a star.

She clearly remembered that after the man left, she lay on the bed for three days before she was able to get out of bed again, and the red plum marks on her body had not completely dissipated, and even when she left the bed, the two white and slender calves were still trembling uncontrollably. Inexplicably, there is an indescribable fear of the bed, as if as long as she is away from that bed, she can be a little farther away from her nightmare.

What happened next was the same as she imagined, she didn't have to learn the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but learned the cold weapon she wanted to learn, but until now. She still couldn't bear the pain of tearing twice a month.

It was a torture and pain worse than a fist beating her body, and even her soul was torn in half.

Spring goes to summer, and it is the season when the willow is like silk reflecting the ninefold, and the phoenix window is embroidered with hibiscus.

What remains unchanged seems to be this spacious, richly furnished, and full of the ink fragrance of the literati from beginning to end.

The wooden fence next to the green wall and red tiles is wrapped around a number of turquoise vines, and delicate white and light yellow flowers are blooming. Five-color plum, jasmine, and bellflower are embellished with Xiaoya, and the peony is unique in the country, and it is glamorous.

After a night of Chenghuan, He Dangli lay on the soft bed, his snow-white skin could not bear to look at it at this moment, and it was full of depicted paintings. A sweaty arm hung weakly on the edge of the bed, the green silk was messy and beautiful, and the closed crow-blue eyelashes seemed to have undried tears. The eyelids couldn't bear the sleepiness of extinction for a long time, but even this sleep couldn't be stable for half a minute, and her eyebrows were frowning, as if people had stepped forward to smooth her.

Cui Lan, who had just dressed up and walked outside the screen after a nightmare, touched her head lovingly. Then he carefully picked up the person and bathed, and the redness and swelling of the overuse was covered with a cool ointment.

Even the other badly damaged areas were rubbed open and wiped by his ointment, and God knows how strong willpower he used to suppress the violent beast in his heart.

"It's really a squeamish bag, but it's still too young." sighed slightly, I don't know if I was lamenting the other party or spitting on my own bestial behavior.

After all, she is really too young, but she is a little girl who is two years older than her son. Even if you hate yourself in a thousand ways, as long as you get into this villain, you are like an addict who can't quit drugs.

Cui Lan didn't leave immediately after she fell asleep this time, but was so quiet, didn't say anything, sat quietly on the edge of the bed, staring at the delicate and gorgeous hibiscus face that could be painted no matter whether it was static or moving. It seems that he is just looking at her, and his heart is like being full of honey, with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

But it all had to be done while she was asleep.

The slightly calloused hand seemed to be a little greedy and nostalgic on her slightly pale and haggard little face, as if she was treating some priceless treasure.

Sometimes even he himself couldn't tell where his extremely complicated feelings for this little poor creature came from, and it was the eyes that were as clear as the sky after the rain when they first met, and they were not stained with half a cent of dust. Or did she peep at her so young age and did such a shameless thing without knowing it? Or even he superficially fell in love with her good color that although it was not fully opened, it could still be glimpsed in the future peony full of Jinling.

He also had doubts at first about whether he favored petite and beautiful children, and even sent someone to secretly bring him a few, but he didn't react. Some just frown and don't like it, and even subconsciously frown and think that those who play/play/play/young/children are all perverted/perverted.

But for some reason, he was only lustful for this little poor worm, and until now he has never figured out the reason.

It can only be attributed to fate, or he is destined to have this catastrophe, but I don't know if it's good or wrong.

Cui Lan carefully twisted the quilt corners for her, re-medicated her again, opened the mahogany carved window lattice full of sweet and greasy flowers, and then turned to leave.

It was no surprise to see the people waiting under the eaves, but it was better to say that the people who were waiting for the rabbit here early.

Today's weather seems to be particularly hot and dry, under the scorching sun, the fat banana leaves are wilted, and the branches that can't stand up to the waist are pressed by the peach and apricot as if they are more bottomed because of this day, but the lotus pond is full of breeze, and I see that it is cool.

"Your Majesty is really, I don't know how to take care of the body and bones of the flower slave that has not yet grown, even if it is, it is impossible to make people almost become a little pitiful like a rag doll, but don't forget that the little girl is only two years older than His Majesty's son this year." The sarcastic words came from not far away, and the attitude of the words made Cui Lan feel a little dissatisfied for no reason, but he could only force it down, after all, what she said was the truth, didn't she?