Chapter 20: The heart is only to him

The stabbing pain in his neck was nothing to Lu Congyi, who was often injured.

His eyebrows moved, and with a little force in his hand, he could make Wen Ying not bite down anymore.

The condensed anger in his eyebrows diminished slightly, replaced by playfulness.

His fingertips were slender, and his fingertips scratched her cheek: "Not convinced?" ”

Wen Ying's tears slipped down the back of his hand, but there was a rare boldness and stubbornness in his eyes.

She was aggrieved in her heart, but she couldn't say the real reason for her birth, so she could only say: "The slave's monthly money is not from you." ”

Lu Congqi didn't expect her to answer like this, and seemed to laugh.

There was a slight sound from Lu Congjing's courtyard, and as soon as the door opened and closed, it seemed that someone had come over.

And Wen Yingzheng and Lu Cong were standing at the entrance of the courtyard in a daze, and anyone could see that they were pulling and not being clear.

Wen Ying panicked for a moment, and the hand that was originally used to resist him clasped his big palm changed his strength at that time and grabbed him like asking for help.

She didn't dare to resist anymore, nor did she dare to provoke him, and now there was only one thought in her mind - she didn't want to be seen by the second son anymore and she was entangled with the eldest son.

Lu Congqi saw her thoughts, first blew out the lantern, and then dragged her to the back of the rockery.

He locked her, and Wen Ying could feel as if she was in his arms, her back against his chest.

His voice seemed to come from Hell Yama, and it whispered in her ears: "He, he has courtesy, righteousness and shame on his lips, but he does not refuse the maids in his mother's yard, guess what, he prefers you, or your good sister." ”

But in the next moment, Wen Lian's slightly pleading voice reached her ears: "Childe, the heart of the slave and maid for so many years can be seen from the sun and the moon, why do you treat the slave and maid so ruthlessly, isn't it...... Did Wen Ying tell you about the slave or something, don't believe her provocation-"

"Shut up!"

Lu Congjing rarely scolded in a stern tone: "I don't think I've crossed the rules with you, I just thought you had poetry and didn't understand, and I was afraid of delaying your daytime work, so I decided to ask you to come here tonight, I never thought that you had a dirty mind, actuallyβ€”β€”"

He took a deep breath: "Go back, I won't see you tonight, if you pester, don't blame me for leaving this matter to my mother." ”

At the mention of Madame, Wen Lian didn't dare to say anything more, and staggered back a few steps in humiliation and unwillingness.

"Wait."

Lu Congjing suddenly stopped her, and Wen Lian looked back in surprise, thinking that he had changed his mind.

Unexpectedly, he sighed lightly: "If you want anything in the future, come to me, just an osmanthus cake, don't rob Wen Ying." ”

This sentence seemed to be a sharp knife to pierce Wen Lian, and then expelled fiercely, she was both shocked and stunned, hatred and jealousy were covered by tears in her eyes, she bit her lip, and felt that her face was slapped hard, she ran away crying, and Lu Congjing did not stay in the courtyard for long.

When the courtyard quieted down, Lu Congyi's face was cloudy and dark, but Wen Ying sent comfort to his heart that had been hanging high for days because of the words of the second son.

The words of the second prince Fang Cai gave her courage, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, and broke free from his arms, and the mocking words of the eldest son were still in her ears.

Where is the second son, who is the person who does not refuse?

She gave birth to a rebellious energy: "The second son has always been clean and self-conscious, but he is a slave and maid, and he should not have thoughts about such a good life as the second son." ”

After speaking, Wen Ying said very solemnly: "The person who is incorruptible and shameless is a slave maid, the second son is like a bright white night moon, the slave maid is a new yearning, and having a skin-to-skin relationship with the second son is also what the slave and maid are looking forward to, and the slave and maid are the second son's people all their lives." ”

Lu Congqi was slandered by her words, his brows furrowed, his face was dark, and his aura around him was cold.

He forcibly suppressed his anger: "If you feel that Lu Congjing has taken possession of your body, so you are pleased with him, but if I tell you-"

"No, it's not." Wen Ying opened her mouth to interrupt his words, knelt down and slammed her head on the ground, refusing to get up, and her muffled voice reached Lu Congyi's ears, "The heart of a slave is only to the second son, and it has nothing to do with anything else." ”

She raised her head, and the stubbornness in her eyes stabbed at Lu Congyi: "Please also ask the eldest prince to let go of the slave and maid, if you still have to work hard, you can take the life of the slave and maid directly." ”