Chapter 17: Musical Sound

"Why are you here?" Shangguan Ye went straight to the point, looking at the music with a cold gaze.

Le Yin paused, he was already accustomed to Shangguan Ye's indifference, even if he did the most intimate things between the beds, he was always as indifferent and ruthless as a piece of ice, but this habit has changed a little today, and he always involuntarily thinks of the gentle demeanor of the prince towards the man today, even if he thinks that the prince may be acting, but jealousy still gnaws at his heart like a poisonous snake, and greed is full of limbs, he also wants it, even if it is just a fake smile from him.

"Lord Wang, Leyin just happened to travel here." The original surprise was nothing more than his own wishful thinking, and now he didn't dare to say it.

Shangguan Ye remained silent, but narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the bewitching man in front of him, red clothes like fire, face like crown jade, body like flower bones, swaying posture, this man can be regarded as his most satisfied bed partner, but that's all.

Looking at this man, he couldn't help but think of Murong Qiufeng, and couldn't help but compare it, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't compare, Murong Qiufeng was so brilliant that Leyin couldn't be compared with him at all, and compared with the temperament of the two, Shangguan Ye suddenly became a little more bored with Leyin, feeling that he was like a woman in the dust, thinking, the coldness deepened in his voice, and he said impatiently, "Leyin, don't try to challenge the patience of this king." ”

Hearing this, Le Yin's complexion changed, then his eyes turned, he sighed leisurely, and looked up at Shangguan Ye boldly, his eyes were full of affection and grievance, "Ge...... Prince, Leyin just misses the prince, I just want to watch from afar, but I don't want to disturb the prince by such a coincidence today, please forgive the prince. ”

It was only before he finished speaking, his neck was suddenly stuck by a big hand, and the calluses on his hands grinded against the fragile skin on his neck, stabbing painfully, and the strength of his hand made him feel even more cold, and a touch of fear quietly rose, because he had no doubt at all that he would really break his neck, "Wang...... Wang Ye ...... "I didn't dare to move my hands, nor did I dare to struggle, I could only look at Shangguan Ye's indifferent face pleadingly, and the cold and cruel forest under his eyes made him feel a little more sad and unwilling in his heart."

"Leyin, put away your little things, if you still want this cheap life, it's best not to think about things that shouldn't be thought about, this is the first warning, and it's also your last chance, in the future, without the order of this king, you are not allowed to appear in the sight of this king without authorization, now, go back." Shangguan Ye said, directly throwing the music away, and a little disgust flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough, people can't be compared, with the comparison of Murong Qiufeng, the bed partner who used to think it was good is now like a little man who can be a man in his eyes, how to look at it and how dissatisfied, but Leyin was indeed born in Qinglou, and was bought into Qinglou as a small man at a young age, relying on this seductive skin and one-handed piano skills to become famous, and was later given to Shangguan Ye by someone with a heart, and since then he has become Shangguan Ye's backyard attendant, with his scheming, he gradually became his assistant.

Le Yin was suddenly thrown away, and he almost fell down accidentally, but he was still stable, and hurriedly covered his neck, endured coughing, his face was a little pale, and a trace of grief and unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he hid it well, Shangguan Ye's words have been made very clear, but it doesn't matter, as long as he has been following him and being by his side, it has slowly become his habit, and he believes that Shangguan Ye will one day belong only to him.

Thinking clearly, he lightly eased his breath, took a sip, and nodded obediently, "Yes, I remember the music." ”

Shangguan Ye withdrew his eyes lightly, turned around and walked to the side of the bed, ignoring him no longer.

Le Yin didn't leave immediately, but followed, ready to loosen his clothes for him.

Shangguan Ye turned his head suddenly, his eyes shining like a sword, "Don't leave yet." ”

"Lord Wang, Leyin just wants to serve the Lord to sleep." As he spoke, there was a hint of charm and shame on his face, and the meaning was obvious.

This is very common, Le Yin was his bed partner, but today Shangguan Ye directly rejected him, "No need, step down." ”

Le Yin's face faded red, and he looked at Shangguan Ye in astonishment, Shangguan Ye had never refused his pleas, but he didn't dare to disobey him, so he could only grit his teeth and leave obediently, "Then Lord Wang, you have a good rest." ”

The room was quiet, and there was still the musky scent of music in the room, he used to think it smelled good, but now he was a little more bored, and he couldn't help but think of the sober and natural scent of medicinal herbs on Murong Qiufeng's body.

Shangguan Ye waved his big hand to disperse those smells, and then looked at his hand, and pulled Murong Qiufeng's hand today, a strange feeling spread in his heart, every feeling with Murong Qiufeng was so strange, but it also fascinated him, he never thought that he would one day be so attentive to a person, pure temptation, he felt that he was crazy, but this kind of madness made him very satisfied.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a soft smile, thinking about Murong Qiufeng's every move, thinking about his concern today, his heart has never been so warm, but because of this, there is firmness and inevitability in his eyes, originally he was just happy to see the hunt, but now he is wholeheartedly tempted.

"What, the wedding is at the end of the month?" After two days, when he heard that the wedding date had been set and it was still such a warehouse, Murong Qiuyun, who was already in poor spirits, almost passed out again.