Ruan Tang saw that his eyes were empty and he didn't speak for a long time, so he had the courage to hold his hand and lead him to touch his collarbone.

"Your Highness is right, the slave's appetite is not good, and he will be hungry for two more days to raise four fish."

Lu Heng touched the slender collarbone protruding under the fine linen, he lost his mind for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out his thumb to caress it gently.

He knew what kind of scenery was hidden under the fine linen, and he only had to look at the white skin from a distance to know that it would be a taste that would make people lose their souls.

Ruan Tang saw him caressing his collarbone and lost his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook slightly: he should be in her palm.

Lu Heng retracted his hand, her shoulders were very thin, so thin that he was afraid that if he exerted his strength, her bones would break.

"I remember that my mother's illness has been cured in the past two days." Lu Heng sat on the square stool, looking at Ruan Tang with an inquiring look.

What is Ruan Tang afraid of? The concubine Zhou Guifei, who was sawed to death, scared her enough to make her pretend to be weak.

She looked at him with a pair of dark eyes, with adorned innocence: "It's too dark here to recuperate." ”

Hmm, she really knows Long Wangshu too well, Lu Heng thought to himself.

"And where do you want to live?"

He knew that when he said this, he had already compromised with her.

This courtyard is indeed not good, it is used for the beauties he has collected for temporary residence, there are about two or three hundred people who have lived here, and then some of them were sent to the palace, and some were sold to people's teeth, but he never thought of repairing this place.

Ruan Tang saw that he had taken the bait, and said step by step: "Of course it's a more spacious place!" It is better to have a two-storey building with a separate courtyard, you can drink upstairs and admire the moon at night, and the yard is best leaning against the garden, so that it is much more convenient for slaves to pick flower dew......"

Lu Heng listened, and the usual smile slowly climbed to the corner of his mouth: "Lonely, I think that Yingyue Tower is very suitable." ”

His eyes were full of banter, as if he were watching her joke.

"Yingyue Lou ......" Ruan Tang repeated softly, and a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in his mind: Isn't that where Lu Heng lives?

Sure enough, his smile was filled with playfulness and disdain that penetrated everything, Ruan Tang bit his lip, and his voice was low: "The slave knows that he is not worthy of living in Yingyue Tower, but as long as he can get closer to His Royal Highness, the slave is willing......"

"It's good to know," Lu Heng stood up, "The hugging building of Yingyue Tower is empty, go over there!" ”

Ruan Tang, Ruan Tang, always has a fake look in front of him, what she said was love at first sight for herself, and the true meaning of it is only afraid that it will not stand up to scrutiny. But she can always pretend to like him, in the final analysis, it is just power and status that are at work.

Lu Heng thought very clearly, and this was also the reason why he repeatedly refused to give face. There are so many noble daughters in Beijing who love him, and there are many of them who are beautiful, why does he need a fake Ruan Tang to respond to him?

After Lu Heng left, Ruan Tang got up from the bed and began to pack his clothes.

She doesn't care what Lu Heng thinks of herself, she is a skinny horse that everyone despises, her dignity has long been lost, and she has experienced a lot of things like being insulted by white eyes. Lu Heng only revealed a little disdain, which was far from dampening her enthusiasm.

"Ah, what about being despised? Anyway, I was born so beautiful. She lay in the hugging building of the Yingyue Building and self-regulated.

Anyway, Baoxia is so bright.

Out of the hugging building, you can see the Yingyue Building where Lu Heng lives towering in front of you, with heavy eaves and corners, carved beams and painted buildings, only separated by a wall. There was a hanging door on the wall for easy access, and she could walk through it at any time to create a chance encounter.

The days in the hugging building are carefree, but Ruan Tang can't relax, she hasn't painted a portrait yet, and Lu Heng will remember this sooner or later.

According to his attitude, nine times out of ten he was indifferent to her entry into the palace.