Jealous?

Leng Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and then became furious: "I'll eat a fart vinegar!" You don't put gold on your face. ”

Murong Qi was not angry at all: "Then what are you angry about?" ”

Leng Qinghuan stretched out his hand and poked his chest: "What are you angry?" I'm naturally angry that you're playing fools on us! I'm not afraid to tell you, if you dare to let that canna enter the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, believe it or not......"

Murong Qi raised his hand and grabbed her restless hand: "What do you want?" ”

Leng Qinghuan "I" really didn't know what he could do for a long time, and when he asked rhetorically, he snorted: "What can I do?" I can't afford to provoke it, can I afford to hide? In the future, I will stay away from your Qi Wangye, our well water will not interfere with the river water, I don't want to be fooled. Let go! ”

"Don't let it go!"

"What kind of system does it become to be seen by others?"

"If you don't believe me, I won't let it go."

"How can I believe it?"

"How many times does this king have to explain? If there is any ambiguity between me and Jinyu, I ......"

"How are you?" Leng Qinghuan is aggressive.

Murong Qi raised his hand: "I ......"

A monstrous bolt of lightning swept overhead, seemingly tearing a hole in the ink-stained sky. This was followed by a thunderclap that rolled by.

Murong Qi's hand froze in mid-air.

Leng Qinghuan sneered, raised his hand and pointed to the sky: "Look, God can't see it, don't swear at every turn." ”

He shook his hand violently, returned to Chaotianque, and closed the door with a "snap", and was furious.

Murong Qi looked at the sky, which was already as dark as the bottom of the pot: "I ......"

What about playing with me, God?

A night of heavy rain, lightning and thunder, when I got up in the morning, dispelled the heat for many days, the sky was high and cloudy, and the cool breeze was blowing. The mood of the people has also become unreasonably better.

In the pond behind the study, the frogs began to make a cheerful noise again.

After Murong Qi finished practicing his sword and walked through the moon arch in the backyard, the sweat on his body suddenly decreased a lot.

There were two little girls who didn't see him and were still chattering.

"At first glance, I thought it was really wisteria blooming, a flourishing one, and it was still bright."

"No, how much effort does it take, it can be seen that the side concubine Niangniang really likes wisteria flowers. No wonder before the prince's wedding, he specially ordered someone to repair this wisteria building, and also transplanted this wisteria flower. Obviously, he did what he liked, and he smiled. ”

Murong Qi was suspicious in his heart, thinking that he had not been to Wisteria Xiaozhu for many days, these days, there had been the fragrance of medicine in the courtyard, and he heard that Leng Qinglang was really sick, and it seemed that he was not pretentious.

The biological mother was convicted and exiled, thinking about who it was, it was uncomfortable, and now, Leng Qinghuan was proud, but Leng Qinglang became lonely.

He didn't stop and went straight to the backyard.

When I passed by Chaotianque, it was bustling inside. The crackling of pots and pans was very rapid and harsh.

He couldn't help but poke his head into the yard, and the voice came from the kitchen, mixed with Leng Qinghuan's somewhat panicked voice: "Ah, burn me!" ”

Then, with a "snap", it was as if something had landed.

Diao Mama pushed her out of the kitchen helplessly: "Princess, you still sit on the side, just wait for the food, and let you pass the word if you have something in the future, and you should try not to come in the kitchen." ”

Leng Qinghuan held a hand and was still blowing hard: "Didn't you just drop two bowls and a pot lid, and let Lingqi'er go out and buy it to make up for it." You see the instant noodles I taught you to make last time, don't you all say they are delicious? ”

"But the fried crispy milk slave you said has never heard of it, an ice lump is thrown into the oil pot, not to mention that it burns you, this hot oil is not fried is a good thing. The old slave can't afford it, so you might as well rest. ”

Peeking at Leng Qinghuan again, there are still two lumps of gnocchi hanging on the ends of her hair, and there is white flour on her face, and she doesn't know what she has spoiled in this kitchen.

Murong Qi was afraid that she would see her peeking at her, so she left in a hurry. This woman is really restless for a moment, and she is really afraid that she will be ignited by her one day.

Not far from Chaotianque, there is a wisteria building. Before Murong Qi could come to him, he slowly stopped.

The wisteria at the entrance of the wisteria building was originally lush and green. And now, among the green leaves crowded together, there are many different colors.

Looking at it from a distance, strings of wisteria flowers like wind chimes hang down from between the green leaves, purple petals, deep and light colors, purring and purring, chubby, rippling in the cool breeze of the early morning.

Slowly approaching, because of the rain that had just fallen last night, there were crystal raindrops rolling on the leaves, trembling and dripping, seeping into the petals of the wisteria flower, and then seeping out a little more crystal on the tip of the flower.

Only then can you tell that these flowers are all fake, but sewn one by one with purple silk yarn and embroidery thread, and then strung together and hung on a wisteria trellis.

As the little maid said, it takes a lot of effort and effort to make a green shade have a different kind of vividness.

Murong Qi walked slower and slower, and when he walked under the wisteria trellis, his heart was overflowing with different emotions.

He remembered the same rainy night, the fragrant and damp wisteria flowers, the woman trembling in the cool breeze in her arms, the ravages of the storm, the petals falling like rain, and the small moans that overflowed between her lips and teeth.

The kind of throbbing that has never been before, the boiling of the blood, is as beautiful as in a dream, but the memories are unforgettable.

I left in a hurry, helpless to leave her, facing the absurdity of this night alone, bearing the interrogation of my family, perhaps, there are other grievances, panic, and helplessness.

When he deliberately went to the Prime Minister's Mansion, rescued Leng Qinglang from the water, and recognized the red lotus mark in her heart, he once made up his mind that he must compensate her, be responsible for her, and let her be the happiest woman in the world.

But now, he has lost his word. He found that some things that exist in his heart are too beautiful, and the reality of Leng Qinglang shatters this beautiful illusion. She was very different from what she remembered.

She can play tricks, she will harm her relatives, and there are many appearances, all of which are disguises.

I don't know when it started, what I was passionately pursued at the beginning became a burden, and for Leng Qinglang, only responsibility remained, and I didn't know how to get along. Therefore, on that day, she would say that cruel and hurtful sentence, as long as Leng Qinglang kept to herself, she could protect her for the rest of her life.

He stood in front of the trellis and hesitated for a moment.

In the courtyard, someone coughed so badly that it seemed like he was going to cough his heart out.

Murong Qi heard it, it was Leng Qinglang. I couldn't help but feel soft, and I couldn't bear it a little.

Diao Mama chased out: "Madam, just listen to your mother-in-law's words and go back to have a good rest, right?" Aren't you torturing yourself like this? What are you doing day and night, it's going to burn your body. ”