Ling Ge was the girl who came to the Central Plains from Miao Jiang with her, among them, Luo Wanqin is nineteen this year, which is the oldest, and Ling Ge is almost the same as Rong Zhiwei, and they can be regarded as growing up together.

The women who have been cultivated by Yu Niang since childhood, each with outstanding talents and beautiful appearances, Luo Wanqin is, and Lingge is naturally too.

But Rong Zhiwei is different, she has a special identity, and Yu Niang naturally did not cultivate like them.

Lingge, who won the title of Oiran, was extremely happy, and immediately got off the stage and came to the door of Rong Zhiwei's room on the second floor and knocked on the door: "Master, I'm Lingge." ”

There was irrepressible joy in the tone.

Rong Zhiwei casually replied and let her in.

Lingge, who was dressed in a bud yellow dress, pushed the door and walked in, and saw his master sitting on the lap of a man in white, very intimate.

Ling Ge frowned, but he didn't say anything about it, he was still very happy and said, "Ling Ge has won the title of the new Oiran!" ”

"I saw it, Lingge did a great job." She didn't skimp on her compliments.

"Then, can Lingge discuss something with the master."

"Yes, you say."

Rong Zhiwei responded in this way.

She was dressed in yellow and had eyes as bright as stars.

"Lingge... Lingge wants to be with the master all the time, okay. ”

"Huh?"

Hearing this, there was cold frost in Rong Xing's eyes, and the hand around her waist tightened a little, Rong Zhiwei was slightly puzzled, and turned her head to look at him.

After noticing the movements of Rong Zhiwei and the man in white, Ling Ge's hand hanging down his sleeve tightened a little, and his voice also carried a hint of silence: "Master... Can you not be... Drop the feather song. ”

"Naturally not." She answered the song.

"Master, is this, did you promise Lingge?"

Rong Zhiwei took off a string of silver bracelets full of bells from her wrist, raised her hand and threw it to her: "Well, this will be given to you." ”

"Thank you, host!"

After getting Rong Zhiwei's promise and a small gift, Lingge happily accepted it, and then left satisfied.

It's just that since she left, Rong Xing has a cold face and hasn't said a word again.

After Rong Zhiwei said a few words to him and did not respond, Rong Zhiwei raised her head to meet his eyes, and saw the coldness in her eyes at a glance.

"Accommodating? Ah Xing? National Teacher? ”

He shouldn't, just looked at her sitting in his arms.

Rong Zhiwei smiled, took the lychee out of the plate next to her, peeled it off with her own hands and handed it to his lips: "Oh, I'll feed you." ”

"Ahh

Seeing him like this, Rong Zhiwei raised her eyebrows, stuffed it into her mouth and ate it, and said deliberately: "Eh, why is this one so sour." ”

Then a smile came to his ear: "There is no need for the national teacher to overturn the vinegar altar because of a woman, right?" ”

Rong Xing reached out and pressed the back of her head and kissed her on the lips directly.

Contrary to the gentle and elegant him, his kiss was domineering and savage, full of aggression, and she reached out and grabbed his front tightly, reluctantly accepting his kiss until he bit her lip.

"Hmm..."

The smell of blood instantly spread from the mouths of the two, and after Rong Zhiwei frowned and pushed Rong Xing away, she reached out and wiped the place that was bitten by him.

"You've been with her all the time, what should I do."

His lips were still stained with her blood, and they were a little red and bewitching.

"Do you eat all the girl's vinegar?"

Rong Xing didn't say more, his eyes were full of complicated emotions, and after pushing her away from his arms, he got up and quickly left the Incense Pavilion.

“...”

Only Rong Zhiwei, who was sitting on the ground, was left in a daze in the room.

This is the first time she has seen Rong Xing like this, is it just because she agreed to Ling Ge's request to be together?

I grew up with Lingge, and Luo Wanqin's relationship is the same, like sisters, and they have been relying on each other for all these years, until Dianxiang Pavilion became famous in the capital.

Isn't it normal to promise Lingge that she won't drop her request...

Is it difficult for him to think that Lingge and himself...?

Rong Zhiwei reached out and rubbed her sore knee, got up from the ground, and walked to her room with a ding-dong sound.

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Another three days have passed, and Rong Xing, who used to come to be with her every day, has not been here for three days.

I haven't seen the familiar white clothes for three days, Rong Zhiwei, who was sitting in front of the window of her room, was a little upset, it was already hot in the summer, looking at the cold little spirit snake wrapped around her wrist that was about two fingers thick, she reached out and flicked it on the head of the little spirit snake.

The little spirit snake with purple patterns hung its head in pain, put her head in the palm of her hand dizzily, and swept its tail to the side to climb to the little scorpion on her hand.

Originally, there were always two new members of the two little spirit butterflies by her side, so that there was always one who liked to stand between the strands of hair on her head, pretending to be a butterfly hairpin and motionless.

Rong Zhiwei, who was originally able to have a good time with these little guys, still has a cold face today, and her mind is full of the appearance of the man in white.

Ahhh

What do you want to do if you don't come to yourself for three days?

The little snake put her head in the palm of her hand, as if she could see that her mood was not beautiful, so she rubbed and rubbed it, trying to make her happy.

The slippery touch made Rong Zhiwei feel even more uncomfortable, remembering the bloody kiss, sighed, and with the other hand, took down the little spirit snake wrapped around her wrist and put it on the table, took out a black box and opened it, and after knocking twice on the table with her knuckles, all the little guys crawled towards the black box with their knuckles, and then stayed inside obediently, only the butterflies could stop outside.

After putting away all the little ones, Rong Zhiwei lay on the bed and planned to sleep.

Tomorrow is Luo Wanqin's big day, and she must not be without spirit if she wants to send her off.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the man with long silver-white hair appeared in his mind, looking at him with tenderness.

"Hmph... Stupid Central Plains people. ”

The night passed, and Rong Zhiwei was honored to lie in bed.

It's noon, Luo Wanqin, who was woken up early in the morning and started to dress up, has changed into a wedding dress and is ready to enter the sedan chair waiting at the door, Rong Zhiwei ran to the door of the incense pavilion with a clanging sound, Luo Wanqin's front foot was helped into the sedan chair, and Rong Zhiwei got on the sedan chair with the back foot, and sat next to Luo Wanqin.