Raised an ugly man [Transmigration Book]

At this moment, the two were silent, and the quiet cave seemed even more empty. Last night, Yi Ziqian didn't sleep well. He stumbled on the ground and didn't have anything warm to cover his body. He was woken up several times by the cold.

Now that there was nothing to do, he sat where he was, the chill came to his skin again, and he rubbed his hands secretly.

Seeing his small movements, Ah Qing asked, "Is your husband cold?"

Yi Ziqian stubbornly denied, "No, I think it's okay."

Ah Qing was about to take off his outer shirt and handed it to him, "Your Majesty is weak, you'd better wear more."

Yi Ziqian hurriedly stopped him, and said a little forcefully: "You are thinking about me, but you have not thought about your own situation. Don't make me say it again when you put it on."

Ah Qing seemed to be angry when he heard his tone, so she had to stop her movements, but saw that Mr. Xiao Lang was shivering from the cold, leaning against him stiffly, unwilling to complain.Unbuttoning his outer shirt, he said softly, "Your Majesty offended you."

Yi Ziqian was shrinking himself into a ball, enduring the bursts of chill, and suddenly wrapped himself in a fiery embrace.

He was startled at first, his whole body was stiff, and he couldn't help recalling the unbearable memories of being hugged by Lin Yin, but the tip of his nose was full of masculine breath, like the warm sun, which was familiar and at ease, and unconsciously made him relax.

Seeing him curled up in his arms obediently, Ah Qing said: "Is this better, sir?"

The deep voice was close to his ears, calling his name softly, the tone was as low and mellow as a pot of fine wine, and it was like the joy of building.

Yi Ziqian's heart was full of spring water, and he couldn't hear what Ah Qing was saying, but he was just immersed in his melodious and moving tone, and even hoped that he could get closer and call his name again.

Seeing that he was motionless, Ah Qing seemed to be in a daze. She patted his back lightly and said, "Is it warmer?"

Only then did Yi Ziqian come back to his senses, nodded hurriedly and said, "Well, thank you Ah Qing, it's warmer."

But Ah Qing saw that his ears were bright red, like red agate, and said: "Mr., why are your ears so red?"

Yi Ziqian felt that the breath of his words was spraying on his ears, so he quickly twisted his body, covered his red ears, and said, "Ah, no, it's all right."

Ah Qing said with concern: "Does your husband feel uncomfortable?"

Yi Ziqian didn't dare to look back at him, but kept shaking his head blushing and said, "No, it's good, we both have to keep warm."

The cave fell into silence again, but Yi Ziqian could hear his heart beating wildly in his throat like a drum.Ah Qing's chest was as broad as a grassland and surrounded him. Yi Ziqian touched his cheek, but found that the temperature on his face was almost the same as that of Ah Qing behind him.

At the beginning, Ah Qing just wanted to warm up Lang Jun, so that he would not catch a cold, and had no other ideas.But when he was hugging Lang Jun, his thoughts gradually became distracted, and the body temperature of the two of them was almost the same, and he even smelled the cold fragrance of cold plums on Lang Jun's body to relieve drunkenness.An idea couldn't help popping up in my mind, I wanted to hug Mr. Lang tightly, blend them into one body, and make the two into one.

He stared at Lang Jun's porcelain white neck, the blue and purple veins visible through the white skin, it seemed that Lang Jun was so fragile, like a vase, he wanted to be protected and treasured.

He deliberately moved closer, and sprayed his breath on Lang Jun's neck, which made him tremble. Yi Ziqian clearly felt his approach, but he was embarrassed to say it.

Ah Qing saw that he didn't stop her, as if deliberately ignoring his approach, her eyes gradually became dark and possessive, like a wild beast staring at the "prey" that wanted to make love, becoming thirsty.

Ah Qing has always been forbearing and introverted, taciturn, which makes people mistakenly think that he is cold and heartless.

His affection is limited and dull, but as long as he recognizes a person and meets a good opportunity, his emotions will erupt and irrigate on that person vigorously, with enthusiasm like fire, and even become domineering and rude.

What's more, Mr. Xiao Lang didn't refuse his temptation just now, so he was betting, guessing that Mr. Lang had a place for him in his heart, but he was vacillating.

The two of them were alone, again in this posture, Ah Qing was not Liu Xiahui, so her movements were more reckless, her eyes were more reckless, her hands passed behind Lang Jun's back, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Yi Ziqian naturally felt it, and his body became stiff, but he opened his mouth to ask Ah Qing what he meant, but his voice stuck in his throat and he couldn't ask.

Ah Qing leaned her head on Lang Jun's thin shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice on purpose: "Mr. Lang, don't you think this is much better?"

Yi Ziqian's mind was muddled, and he didn't know what Ah Qing meant. For his next step, he was somewhat looking forward to it, but he was also a little scared. The touch between men should make him feel uncomfortable, just like Lin Yin did last time. Felt nauseous.

But for Ah Qing's touch, he didn't feel disgusted at all, and even felt that he wanted more in-depth contact. He stared at the ground, feeling extremely ashamed. Ah Qing and himself were clearly men, but what was he yearning for?He didn't know, and he couldn't tell.

Ah Qing saw that he blushed and did not speak, and did not tease him anymore, and started chatting in a serious tone, "What was Lang Jun like when he was young?"

Yi Ziqian saw that his breath was far away from him, and the atmosphere was not as ambiguous and tense as before, so he let out a sigh of relief, thought about the question, and said, "I was naughty when I was young, and I didn't take the teacher... I was often shouted and scolded."

Hearing what he said, a shrunken gentleman appeared in Ah Qing's mind. In the school, the teary-eyed teacher who was blown, bearded and stared at was pointed and scolded.

He also smiled lightly: "What else?"

Yi Ziqian also seemed to be caught up in childhood memories, saying: "Of course, when I was studying in school, I lost sight of the Yali in the book, so I randomly picked up a vegetable leaf on the ground and used it as a Yali. I used it, but the vegetable leaves became smelly when they were caught in the book.

"When I handed it over to the master for inspection, when I opened the book, there was a bad smell in the school. When I saw that the vegetable leaves were rotten and the book was also stinky, the master thought I was making trouble on purpose and asked me to go outside with a dark face. Punishment stand."

Ah Qing said with a smile: "You are so stubborn, Master is also good-tempered, why didn't you hit you with a ruler?"

Yi Ziqian thought to himself, how can a modern education teacher punish students physically, but at that time his parents took him back and beat him up, saying: "Yes, Master is really good-tempered."

Ah Qing said: "When I was young in school, I wasn't the smartest. I liked my master, but in order not to lose to others, I would memorize two books when others memorized one book. I often read at night with the lamp on. With a heart, I surpassed others with hard work and won the praise of my master."

"When I was reading, I forgot to sleep and eat. The servants had to send a food box and put it on the table. When I picked up the pen to dip the ink, I accidentally dipped it into the dish. Before I noticed it, I picked up the pen and wrote, and wrote a whole page. Later, I realized that the book was full of yellow and greasy words. The oil stain had penetrated into several pages of the book, so I had no choice but to discard the book full of annotations and find another rubbing copy.”

Yi Ziqian smiled lightly, "It's a bit like Wang Xizhi eating ink."

Ah Qing was puzzled, "Wang Xizhi? Who is he?"

Yi Ziqian knew that the era he was born in was not the same as ancient Chinese history, so he explained: "Wang Xizhi is a great calligrapher. He was just like you when he was young, and he often forgot to eat and sleep to write."

"One time the maid brought him his favorite food, steamed buns, and urged him to eat them. He kept writing as if he didn't hear them. Later, he was hungry, and mistaken ink for dipping sauce. If you get it all over your mouth, it's called eating ink."

Ah Qing murmured: "I've never heard of this master calligrapher, and I haven't copied his copybooks, so I'm ignorant."

Yi Ziqian hurriedly said: "I'm not considered a master of calligraphy, but I just happen to know such a person and his story."

Ah Qing said: "So that's how it is. If I practiced calligraphy hard at that time, maybe I could become a calligrapher like him in the future."

Yi Ziqian read his handwriting, but said honestly: "Ah Qing, don't be modest, your handwriting is comparable to those calligraphers."

Ah Qing frowned and said, "Lang Jun praised you."

The two chatted casually for a while, gradually the sun was setting, and it was already night, Yi Ziqian felt a little sleepy, wanted to stand up and said: "Ah Qing, I want to sleep for a while."

But Ah Qing hugged him tightly, and said: "It doesn't matter, Mr. Lang can just sleep like this."

Yi Ziqian leaned against him, but was actually unwilling to leave his embrace. Hearing what he said, he hesitated for a long time and nodded.

Lying down in his arms, she fell asleep after a while. Seeing Yi Ziqian curled up in his arms like a jade-faced raccoon with a peaceful face, Ah Qing was also very satisfied. She just wanted to hug him forever, Close your eyes together.

In the middle of the night, Ah Qing was awakened by the pain, which was a kind of unspeakable pain, and her breathing was almost suffocated.His eyes were bloodshot, looking at the sleeping Langjun in his arms, he forcibly suppressed the moan in his mouth, and bit his lips tightly until the blood dripped from the bite.

But the pain was endless, and finally he couldn't stand the heart-wrenching pain, roared, and slammed his head against the rock, delusional thinking that he could relieve the pain of the seven souls.

Yi Ziqian woke up and saw that Ah Qing had smashed his head and there were bite marks on his mouth, so he quickly grabbed Ah Qing.

Ah Qing couldn't help twitching from the pain, his eyeballs were bloodshot, he was in a state of embarrassment, and still wanted to hit the rock, Yi Ziqian had no choice but to hug his head tightly and comfort him softly.

I don't know how long it took, Ah Qing was so tired that he was only panting, and gradually the poison of the seven souls faded, and he was already covered in cold sweat.

Yi Ziqian wiped him clean with a clean cloth, and then leaned his back against the rock. Ah Qing was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, and gradually lost his strength and fell asleep.

Seeing him falling asleep, Yi Ziqian also fell asleep exhausted.

There is a famous red building in Minzhou, named Yuxiang Building, with vermilion tents at the door, white jade on the floor, inlaid with gold beads.

In the best room on the second floor, dancers wear light gauze jade gowns, and wear powder in leisurely spring. When the jade feet are turned up, the water sleeves thrown into the air dance wildly, the skirts dance, and the feet are like blooming peonies, and the willow waist gently shakes and twists slowly. .

Ying Shao lazily lay on the incense couch, enjoying the crystal-like grapes brought by the woman's slender hands; Dressed in a red gauze, she reveals a graceful figure half hidden.

The person at the table drank alone with a calm face, it was Lu Lang, impatient in his heart, he glanced coldly, and said straight to Ying Shao: "Master Ying, if you invite me this time, you will not say a word, you will not Just invite me to watch these Yingge Yanwu."

Ying Shao bit down the grapes that were brought up, didn't look at Lu Lang on the lower left, just watched the dancer's dancing posture, and then said with a smile: "Oh? Could it be that Hall Master Lu has already thought about it, and exchanged it with Guigu cold coffin. , put the blame on the intelligence of the culprit of Dark Fragrance Valley?"

Lu Lang kept a cold face and didn't answer. Although he didn't like the reception, the transaction between Anxianggu and Zhimoge seemed to be complicated, and there was no conflict between the two sides' mutual benefit.But at this juncture, Ying Shao wanted to embarrass them for Anxianggu, and even made such an exaggerated request to trade news with cold coffins.

Now that the owner of the valley is injured, he relies on the cold coffin to save his life and stabilize his internal injuries. Although Lu Lang is anxious about the righteous attack on the Dark Fragrance Valley, he wants to get rid of the charges and prove his innocence, but it is impossible for him to take the cold coffin. handed over.

He still couldn't let go of his mouth and said: "Young master, the cold coffin is a treasure of Zhengu, and it is really not allowed to be traded. Except for the cold coffin, Anxianggu is willing to hand over any treasure."

Ying Shao smiled playfully, his eyes rolled, and he said, "What if I trade your life for it?"

Hearing what he said, Lu Lang was taken aback for a moment, hid his expression in the shadows, remained silent for a moment, and said with determination: "Of course it's possible."

Seeing what he said, Ying Shao looked back at the dancer, and said, "Master Lu would rather sacrifice his ego for the sake of the overall situation, and have to be admired by a certain Ying." The conversation changed, and he seemed to laugh mockingly: "However, Your life is too cheap, not enough to get this news."

Lu Lang listened to what he was talking about, but he was just teasing him. He stood up and suppressed his anger, and said coldly: "Since the business cannot be negotiated, Lu will leave first."

When he opened the door and was about to leave, Ying Shao lay on the incense couch and said quietly: "Then please ask Master Lu to say hello to Master Gu. Oh, by the way, I wonder if Master Gu can still speak soberly?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Lang gritted his teeth and drew his sword out of its sheath, turned around and pointed at Ying Shao, angrily said, "What does Young Master Ying mean by this?"

Ying Shao prepared the plan for many years, and he was not in a hurry. He even enjoyed the dignity of the enemy's strong support, but he was actually restless, and at the end he cried bitterly and asked him to let go.He leaned on the beautiful woman's breast, and said in a lazy voice, "It's nothing interesting, Hall Master Lu is easy to leave, so I won't send it off."

Lu Lang took a few steps closer with the sword in his hand, and said harshly, "What does the sentence that I don't know if the owner of the valley can still speak soberly mean?"

The two beauties next to Ying Shao saw the cold front approaching, and they waited on Ying Shao without raising their heads.

Ying Shao smiled like a fox, and said, "It's on the surface."

Lu Lang is not a person who is good at restraining his temper. He was provoked by Ying Shao again and again today, and finally broke out in this incident. Straight to Ying Shao's weakness.

At this moment, the two beauties in light shirts suddenly jumped up, wrapping their water sleeves around the Plum Blossom Soft Sword.

The plum blossom soft sword was entangled by the water sleeve and could not be drawn out. Lu Lang did not retreat but advanced, wrapped the sword around the water sleeve and used his strength to entangle the two women.

How could the two women let him succeed? They stood cross-legged on both sides, tightly pulling their water sleeves, and tied their plum-blossom soft swords.

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I feel like I've peeped into Ah Qing and Lang Jun's private life, I'm wrong, I'm going to criticize.