Torches were blaring everywhere in the courtyard, and from time to time groups of maids and swordsmen were seen coming out to salute because of the arrival of the master.

After a while, everyone gathered around Jingling Gongzi and came to his main hall. Wei Luo was worried for two days, he had never eaten or fallen asleep, and now he was sleepy.

She stretched out her sleeves to block a yawn, followed a few steps, brushed through the three layers of beaded curtains, stepped into the jade floor of the main hall, and then, another layer of gauze curtains, and then a layer of bead curtains, and finally, the guards retreated, and the maids came to his dormitory around the prince of Jingling.

As soon as the prince of Jingling stepped into the dormitory, all the maids surrounded him, went to remove the crown, and took off the robe. Just as he was busy, his deep and elegant voice came out, "Wei Luo? ”

Wei Luo was yawning, yawning this thing is a disease, she is fighting more and more fiercely, and the more she beats, the more she can't open her eyes. Rao was she forcibly ordered herself to be nervous and cheer up, but to no avail. In a trance, Wei Luo was a little puzzled: what happened to him? came to Jingling's side and became his personal servant, but it was extremely unsafe, but how could he relax like this?

She tilted her head, her sleeve covering her small mouth, and when she yawned happily one after another, she suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the hall was a little different.

It wasn't easy to spot this, knowing that her brain had almost stopped working.

Wei Luo closed his eyes stupidly, put down his sleeves stupidly, and raised his head stupidly.

As soon as she raised her head, she met the swishing eyes of a dozen pairs of eyes staring at her, and the maidservants who were serving around the prince of Jingling were staring at her with pity and consternation.

Wei Luo blinked, her brain finally cleared up a little, she struggled to squeeze out a smile, and turned her head to look at Gongzi Jingling.

Gongzi Jingling faced her sideways, and his long black hair that had taken the crown flowed down his shoulders like a waterfall. The thin string of beads behind him is like a god in a dream.

He tilted his head slightly, and his eyes as deep as the starry sky glanced at Wei Luo fixedly. Under the light of the candles burning everywhere, his handsome facial features are bright and dark, like carefully carved mountains and rivers, and none of them are masterpieces.

Gongzi Jingling looked at Wei Luo, a little confused by this little child, a little scared and watery, his thin lips opened, and he shouted for the third time: "Wei Luo? ”

"Yes!"

Wei Luo should be very loud this time, she ran to the Jingling Gongzi in three steps and two steps, knelt down in the way that her ass was arched high, and said: "The villain is rude, and the prince of Wanwang is angry." She wanted to add some fear and nervousness to her voice, but she was still sleepy, and there was only a vague confusion in her tone when she was not careful.

Jing Ling stared at the top of Wei Luo's head, staring at her thoughtfully.

After a few moments, he finally spoke, "Wait for me to be wide-dressed." ”

"Huh?"

Wei Luo screamed, she was really frightened, so this sound was really a scream, it was really a bit loud.

Jingling Gongzi frowned, and slowly, he half-squatted down, and with his action, the black hair flowed like water onto Wei Luo's head and face. Feeling the faint fragrance of his hair, Wei Luo couldn't help but think: I don't know how he used to maintain it? Hair so smooth, so fragrant?

This uncontrollable, undesirable thought, of course, was only a fleeting thought.

Gongzi Jingling bent down, and his slender white index finger hooked Wei Luo's chin again.

As his cold fingers touched him, Wei Luo couldn't help but shudder. Her lips trembled, and she wanted to say: Childe, I am a dignified husband, you can't face me again and again in this flirtatious way.

Unfortunately, she didn't dare.

Gongzi Jingling hooked her chin and forced Wei Luo, who was kneeling on the ground, to raise his head to face him, the two were less than a foot apart, breathing and smelling each other, and their eyes were facing each other.

Gongzi Jingling looked at Wei Luo's Yingying Qiushui eyes, and clearly saw the mist and tranquility in these eyes, and couldn't help but hook his thin lips again, and asked slowly: "You're not afraid of me?" ”

As he spoke, the warm breath he exhaled hit Wei Luo's face, ears, and hairline, making her itch. Then, itching and itching, for some reason her heart also coaxed.

At first, his heart was just coaxing, but then it was getting faster and faster, faster and faster, and facing the handsome and angry face of Jingling Gongzi at close range, Wei Luo finally understood what it was like to be suffocated. She didn't dare to inhale—when she did, her heart filled her lungs with his smell.

After being stunned for a long time, Wei Luo's brain began to work, she hurriedly lowered her eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "Childe is a lot!" The villain has not eaten or slept for two days, and now he has been rescued by his son, and he is still alive from death, and he is tired when he is relieved. When she said this, her chin fell slightly, she broke free of his fingers, knocked her head on the ground, and said in a crisp voice, "I beg my son to forgive." ”

Gongzi Jingling slowly straightened up, he stared at the back of Wei Luo's head, "Wait for me to be wide-dressed!" ”

"Oh."

Wei Luo replied lightly, very weak.

She slowly stood up, walked a little closer to Gongzi Jingling, and then reached out, grabbed the black robe from his shoulder and took it off.

Leaning on him so closely, Wei Luo felt even more difficult to breathe. She swallowed, glanced at the maids who were standing quietly with their heads hanging their heads left and right, and suddenly took a step back, lowered her head, crossed her hands, and said loudly: "Young man, this matter is not appropriate. By this time, her mind was completely clear.

"What's wrong?"

This time, there was a hint of impatience in Gongzi Jingling's voice.

Hearing the impatience in his tone, Wei Luo's small body trembled. She took a strong breath and forced herself to relax: this must be said, I must not get along with him like this! Never, it's too dangerous!

After making herself relaxed, a flower bloomed on Wei Luo's little face, she raised her eyes that were bent into a crescent moon with a smile, and said to Lang Lang, the son of Jingling: "The son is like a dragon in the sky, standing majestically like a jade mountain," she pointed to the two rows of beautiful maids on the left and right, with a straight face, "If this maid is the light of a firefly, it is also white and bright like a flower like a rabbit." ”

She opened a pair of extremely innocent big eyes, very honest, "In such a Huating Art Academy, in such a flower moon beauty, Childe threw me, a gray mouse, into it, Childe doesn't think that the child is rough and ugly, but the child is afraid of the light of gold and jade!" Moreover, when the world sees it, it is inevitable that they will laugh for their son. ”

Wei Luo said this in one breath, she should have begged Gongzi Jingling to arrange another thing for herself, but she thought that her words were also very clear, so she stopped.

There was silence in the hall.

No one cheered! No laughter!

The two rows of maids were still motionless with their heads bowed, as if they were made of wood.

However, the prince of Jingling stared at her very much, and the deep light in his eyes made Wei Luo's courage pass quickly.

Finally, he spoke, "Finished?" ”

"Yes."

"What else do you mean?"

"No."

"Good, serve me in a wide coat."

。。。。。。 "No."

After Wei Luo replied dejectedly, he walked up to the prince of Jingling with a bitter face, and pulled at the half-stripped robe again.

The prince of Jingling is very tall, and he is as wide as he is, and he always has several women at the same time. And this time, only Wei Luo was moving.

In order to reach it, Wei Luo had to lift his feet, reach out and brush his green silk, his arm touching his arm, his fingers hooking his neck, enduring his strong, pervasive body breath, feeling his strong, almost out of his chest heartbeat, suppressing the emotion of nervousness or shame, and slowly took off this robe.

And that's just the beginning.

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