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Meng Guan who reacted suddenly twitched his mouth several times, making crackling noises.Because of his master's thoughts, Meng Guan could no longer straighten his back in front of Qiu Wenshu, this is a later story, so I won't repeat it here.

At this moment, Meng Guan had no choice but to persuade him shamelessly: "My lord, if Qiu Wenshu came from a small family, you just accept him into the mansion, and you can just give him a name.

But, but... but Qiu Wenshu was born in the direct branch of the Qiu family in the south of the Yangtze River, and he himself is a well-known talent all over the world. If he is brought into the palace, the lintel of the Qiu family will collapse. Even if he wants to, the Qiu family will not give up. ..."

Ning Chen showed an extremely annoyed expression, and said, "Stop talking."

"Then... that is, he is not allowed to marry a wife and have children. The spittle of the world can drown people... You and him are destined to be just a dewy marriage," Meng Guan said earnestly, taking his life to persuade, "just for fun... Your lord You have to be careful... I don't think that Qiu Wenshu looks serious about wanting to be with you for a long time..."

"Stop talking!" Ning Chen clenched a section of the desk with both hands, his face was sharp and sinister, Meng Guan's words were all stuck in his throat, and his back felt cold.

Ning Chen turned around and went out the door, the wind blowing the door swayed back and forth, his feet froze for a moment, and the Qiu Wenshu they were talking about suddenly bumped into his eyes.

Qiu Wenshu was wearing a t-shirt, and was standing quietly under the eaves at the moment, listening for an unknown amount of time.

The two looked at each other, Qiu Wenshu stepped forward, embarrassment flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, he turned his feet, and walked out of the corridor with a sullen face.

"My lord."

Ning Chen didn't look back, he couldn't hold back his face, and felt even more uncomfortable in his heart. The mood at this moment has existed since the bloody battle that day, and it will continue unabated.

It doesn't matter that Qiu Wenshu doesn't like him enough to give him what he wants.

But he didn't want Qiu Wenshu to know too much about the things he had done for him, because Qiu Wenshu would know how much he liked him if he picked up any of those things.

Qiu Wenshu knew now that he had fallen into it three years ago, and knew that he could turn him upside down with a casual word or a casual glance.

It embarrassed him and made him feel inferior.

He hated the feeling.

"Ning Chen."

Late at night, the dew was heavy, and the long corridor had nine twists and eighteen bends, and the two of them seemed to have no end.

Qiu Wenshu shouted from behind: "Ning Chen, I, I have something to tell you."

Ning Chen didn't want to hear it at all.

Beside the dry well, Qiu Wenshu said that he had to think carefully and then give him an answer.

The answer that was agreed to be given was dragged from Sanmiao to here, and he avoided seeing it during the period... He didn't need to listen, he knew how hurtful Qiu Wenshu's words would be...

——In the world, there are so many beautiful people, why should I take a risk for you?

——It's normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines to act on every occasion.

"Mengguan, you're right, I, I, at the beginning, indeed, I didn't think about being with you for a long time..."

When the soap-colored boots stopped, Ning Chen sneered from the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know where it was affected, and it made his internal organs feel uncomfortable.

Sure enough, sure enough.

Qiu Wenshu chased after him with strides, panting for alcohol, and dragged Ning Chen into the pavilion beside him.

The gazebo is surrounded by mansand, layered upon layer, and the floor is covered with thick carpets of twine flower patterns.There is a low table of sour pear wood in the pavilion, on which are the four treasures of the study and various objects, which look elegant and extravagant.

However, both of them have no intention of admiring it.

Qiu Wenshu said: "Mengguan, about Mengguan, I have thought about it these days—"

Ning Chen felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and interrupted coldly: "Let's talk about things tomorrow, I just want to have fun tonight."

"If you don't listen, listen to me—"

Qiu Wenshu immediately went to stop him, but like a mantis holding a cart, Ning Chen pushed him away and walked out.

Qiu Wenshu became anxious: "You don't have to get married!"

Ning Chen stamped his feet.

"I have thought about it, carefully and repeatedly."

"You scratched your whole face, and I like you too."

Ning Chen turned his head in disbelief.

Qiu Wenshu looked at him seriously, as if he was afraid that he would misunderstand, and added emphatically: "I am, just, just not as much as you like."

"I haven't liked you yet, to the point where I don't care, I don't care about everything."

At the end, Qiu Wenshu asked nervously, "Are you waiting?"

Around the gazebo was the quiet sound of insects chirping, and the cold wind blew the gauze onto Ning Chen's body, back and forth, making it hard to see the expression on Ning Chen's face.

Qiu Wenshu was uneasy. In the banquet hall, Ning Chen was unwilling to talk to him, presumably... Qiu Wenshu lowered his eyes in disappointment, and said, "I don't want to, and I don't force it."

After finishing speaking, Qiu Wenshu walked out slowly, and he heard Ning Chen gritted his teeth and said, "You know that I will definitely wait."

Qiu Wenshu looked up in surprise, but saw Ning Chen strode into the pavilion, hugged him vigorously, and threw a kiss full of anger and longing.

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Layers of unadorned gauze concealed the emotion between the two.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a faint, hoarse panting sound.

Lingering and pathos, one after another.

The desk in the pavilion had already fallen down, and everything on the table was scattered on the thick carpet, and an opened box of ointment was thrown beside Qiu Wenshu.

The two of them lay face down on the ground, their clothes half undressed, and their temple hair slightly damp.

After a while, Ning Chen leaned close to him, his eyes darkened, and his breathing was heavy: "If I waited for you, would you secretly close the room?"

Qiu Wenshu closed his eyes and shook his head.

The pleasure of alternating extreme emptiness and extreme fullness spread to all limbs and bones. This taste of debauchery made Qiu Wenshu panic and wanted to escape, but Ning Chen grabbed the back of his neck and pressed him down: "Then you will marry someone else ?"

"…Won't…"

Ning Chen clasped the back of his neck tightly, and asked angrily, "Your words are not drunk again, are they?"

"...No, it's not..."

"If you write it down, you won't be able to rely on it in the future."

"…it is good."

Ning Chen dragged a note from the collapsed desk and spread it in front of Qiu Wenshu. Qiu Wenshu found a pen by himself, but couldn't find the ink for a while. Ning Chen took the white glaze wash, bit his finger and squeezed it. Blood.

Seeing this, Qiu Wenshu bit his finger, squeezed out the blood, and mixed the blood of the two with delicate wolf hair.

Then, Qiu Wenshu lay down on his knees, put his elbows on the ground, and after writing the five words "Qiu Wenshu Ning Chen", he picked up the pen, his face stained red by wine showed some thought: "What are you writing? The deed?"

Ning Chen said, "Write a marriage letter."

On a winter night, Qiu Wenshu's temples were slightly wet, and the corners of his eyes were red. He nodded, and carefully wrote down the words "Zhi's marriage letter" stroke by stroke.

The two of them are close to each other and closely bonded. You say a word to me, and write down the promise.

-Complete-