Murong Qi had already walked to the door, opened the brocade robe and planned to put it on his body.

Leng Qinglang's voice came: "You have something on your back, it looks like a turtle." ”

He paused at his feet, and said incredulously, "Huh? "Yes.

Then, with a well-dressed mirror on the side, he walked up to him, turned his back to look, and saw that on his back, below the shoulder blades, there was indeed a strange-looking turtle, and with his movements, the turtle's big head would move, and its eyes seemed to be squeezed and squeezed.

When did you get one more of this?

Murong Qi remembered coldly that time in the Earl's Mansion to celebrate his birthday, puffer fish poisoning, Leng Qinghuan came for his acupuncture, and the next day he felt a little itchy on his back, and he didn't take it to heart, she must have taken the opportunity to do it.

The anger went straight to the brain. How can this be reasonable, is this sky-skimming monkey going to reverse the sky?

I pulled the handkerchief from the side, and I bent my hand to wipe it with great effort, but I couldn't wipe it off at all. It must have been tattooed on it, like a prisoner who was assigned a tattoo.

Behind him, Leng Qinglang had already come out of the water and put on a loose robe and walked towards him. There are thousands of styles, and lotus is born step by step.

He didn't have the slightest emotion, turned around and left the palace angrily, went straight to the prime minister's mansion, and took the woman back to settle the account.

In the face of the naked desertion in the soup spring, he can be indifferent, how can it be rare to be as cold as this savage? She must have poisoned herself.

Thinking like this, Murong Qi felt a little more at ease.

He rubbed his face vigorously, trying to control the anger in his heart. This woman is simply too hateful, and this time, she must not be forgiven easily.

Leng Qinghuan probed his head behind him, and when he saw that he hadn't left yet, he shrank back smartly.

"Get out!"

This is an indisputable order.

Leng Qinghuan had to rub it out, with a dry and flattering smile: "I really know that I was wrong." ”

A thin dress was wet, wet and clinging to the body, and the figure was bumpy and looming. I don't know when the hairpin on my head fell off, and all my hair like a waterfall was scattered on my shoulders, and the tips of my bangs were still dripping with water.

A pair of originally clear eyes also seemed to be filled with water vapor, ignorant and a little confused. It made her look a little embarrassed, and there were some unspeakable temptations.

Leng Qinghuan shrank his feet under Luo's skirt uncomfortably under his hot gaze. Murong Qi's gaze couldn't help but be attracted to it, and found that she didn't have shoes on her feet, she came out barefoot. A pair of little feet that have never seen the sun are delicate and slender, deceiving the frost and snow, as if they were made of jade.

Murong Qi felt that his throat and eyes were a little itchy, and he coughed lightly uncomfortably.

Leng Qinghuan smiled "hehe": "One of the shoes fell in the water and couldn't find it." ”

Murong Qi's chest rose and fell a few times, and he didn't know if he was angry with her. Then with a calm face, he turned around and went inside. When he came out, he had a cloak in his hand and a pair of shoes embroidered with black satin and gold thread, and threw them to her angrily.

"Shame on you!"

Leng Qinghuan lowered her head, pouted secretly, lifted the hem of her skirt, and tucked her little feet into her shoes.

It was obviously Murong Qi's shoes, fat and big, almost able to stuff a fist in the back, walking, kicking and tapping, making her look like a naughty child stealing adult shoes.

raised his face and smiled at Murong Qi again: "The prince is still magnanimous, adults don't remember villains, and the prime minister can support the boat in his belly." ”

Leng Qinghuan, a dogleg who can admit his mistakes to himself, is undoubtedly very cute, so cute that it is outrageous.

The fire in Murong Qi's stomach was extinguished, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he tried to make a straight face: "Don't pat yourself on the back!" Today's business is not over! Give me a 2,000-word letter of guilt, and then ......"

He snorted lightly at the tip of his nose, lifted his lips coldly, and said word by word: "Draw five hundred turtles!" ”

Leng Qinghuan was suddenly dumbfounded, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Corporal punishment plus mental punishment, can this guy be a little more vicious and naïve? Heaven, earth, can you relieve your anger?

She tried to bargain without tears: "I can find a way to clear your name." It's really not good, let's discuss, ask a painter, and tattoo a majestic tiger on your back, which can cover this turtle grandson. ”

She heard the grinding of her teeth, and the unpredictable, moody temper of this guy was really elusive.

When Murong Qi heard the words "turtle grandson", he was immediately annoyed again: "You say, what is behind me?" ”

Leng Qinghuan's eyes rolled, and he immediately changed his words: "Zang, one of the nine sons of Longsheng." It is the auspicious beast that carries the turtle shell on its back and is powerful enough to carry the three mountains and five mountains. It is a symbol of longevity and auspiciousness, I am here to wish the prince a thousand years of life, and the other is to advise the prince to know how to endure the anger of the moment, and the temper is too irritable and impulsive. ”

Murong Qi's heart blossomed with joy, and even his temples twitched twice "suddenly".

"For the sake of the princess who is so well-intentioned and nonsense, write 4,000 words in the book of guilt, and draw 1,000 pictures of the tortoise."

Yes?

Is there any mistake?

"No, this, this, you ...... lord"

"The princess is so excited that she is incoherent? Kowtow and thank you, when you draw a turtle, you can scold the king less in your heart. ”

Murong Qi turned around, and finally couldn't hold back his face, grinning at the corners of his lips, and smiling so hard that his face twitched.

Leng Qinghuan wrapped the skirt on her body tightly with a cloak, and after all, she couldn't help but scold happily.

"I've been selling like a prostitute for a long time laughing, your turtle grandson is not finished yet!"

Murong Qi had a stumbling block under his feet.

Like a prostitute......

Why did the imperial grandmother recognize her as dignified and beautiful, and she was the best choice for Princess Qi? It should be the second!

Leng Qinghuan was really grounded, so he sent a seal on the door, and the Qi prince ordered that without his order, Leng Qinghuan was not allowed to step out of the courtyard gate of Chaotianque for half a step.

Leng Qinghuan was bored and grabbed the pen in his hand, rubbed his wrist that was a little sore, and glanced at the turtle king eight on the table, a little crying without tears.

Although it is said that a soldier can be killed and cannot be humiliated, but looking at Murong Qi's green face, Leng Qinghuan felt that the sentence that the eldest husband can bend and stretch is more reasonable. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

Doudou sneaked in from outside, closed the door with his hand, and looked like a thief.

"How? Did you find it? ”

Doudou nodded: "Lingqi'er deliberately went to the release pond in the temple and stole one, hid it in his clothes and brought it in." ”

Leng Qinghuan suddenly became energetic: "Let me take a look." ”

Doudou carefully took out a small turtle from his sleeve: "Do you say this method is successful?" Don't let the prince see it, then double it for you or something, and it's over. ”

Leng Qinghuan rubbed his hands excitedly: "You have to do this if you succeed or not, you think, it's not been a few days since my brother's spring exam, so I have to cheer him up." If you don't finish painting quickly, how can you get out of the house? Besides, isn't Murong Qi going to give Leng Qinglang a long face and celebrate the birthday of the old lady of the Jin family today. There was no one to proctolate, and it was a good time to commit the crime. ”