Legend of the Orchid

The Taoist priest who cast the spell just now was waiting at the door, and when he saw His Highness Zhao brought someone back, he couldn't help curling his lips sourly, and jokingly said, "This girl is still shy!"

Zhong Lan still tucked his head in his Tingjie robe, but he heard the voice outside a little familiar, but he was too embarrassed to stick his head out. As a man, he didn't want others to see him being held in another man's arms.

But the voice sounded again: "Oh, it turned out to be a boy. Your Highness, can I let the poor man see the beauty of the man in your arms?"

It turned out to be the master!Zhong Lan's eyes widened. Isn't Master Dao'an a cultivator of immortality, why did he come to the capital again?

Ting Jie roared unceremoniously: "Get out!"

Dao'an didn't speak anymore, Zhong Lan's face became hot, he felt that he should say something for Master, but then he realized that he couldn't move, so he continued to be a turtle with peace of mind.

Ting Jie carried Zhong Lan back to his room, placed her on the bed, and took the robe off Zhong Lan's body. In an instant, the hickey marks all over his body hurt his eyes, and he quickly pulled up the brocade quilt , Covering Zhong Lan.

How can a lover not know the other party's thoughts, Zhong Lan frowned slightly, her face was a bit embarrassed, but the other party thought he was ashamed, and immediately asked the teacher: "Are you in such a hurry to send yourself to King Jin's bed?" ?”

Zhong Lan was stunned, angry and funny in her heart, Ting Jie was really used to bossing around, and even comforting others was in a questioning tone.

The two stared at each other for a while, and Jin Yan came over with a bowl of red medicinal soup.

Zhao Tingjie looked at Jin Yan meaningfully, and went to pick up the medicine bowl, but Jin Yan was obviously frightened, his hand shook, and the medicine juice spilled out, splashing Zhao Tingjie's sleeve.

"Jin Yan!" Following Zhao Tingjie's angry reprimand, Jin Yan hurriedly knelt down on the ground holding the medicine bowl, and bowed his head sullenly: "Jin Yan deserves to die!"

Zhong Lan was very displeased, and thought to herself: before becoming an emperor, to be so majestic, even to her loyal servants, this temper is getting worse!

Ting Jie took the medicine bowl with a sullen face, and ordered: "You go down first."

He wrapped Zhong Lan in a brocade quilt, helped her to lean against him, then picked up a spoon, and slowly stirred the medicinal soup. After the heat evaporated for a while, he scooped up a mouthful cautiously, brought it to his lips and blew, and sent To Zhonglan's mouth.

Zhong Lan hadn't seen Ting Jie taking care of her so carefully for a long time, her heart felt like a warm sun, and she obediently drank the medicinal soup.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls like this, he suddenly recalled the nasty things Zhao Guangyi had done to him. When he thought of the other party's saliva being swallowed down his throat along with the medicine juice, his stomach couldn't help but he felt like gagging.

The effect of the medicine was quite fast, Zhong Lan gradually gained some strength, and began to avoid the spoon that Ting Jie handed over, Ting Jie thought that Zhong Lan felt bitter, so he coaxed a few words, but seeing that it was useless, he suddenly became angry and threw He put the medicine bowl heavily on the table, dragged Li Zhonglan to the head of the bed, scooped up another spoonful of medicine juice, pinched Zhonglan's chin face to face, and forced him to swallow the medicine.

Zhong Lan clenched her teeth and resisted. While struggling, the concoction splashed on the bed, dyeing a gorgeous red flower, and the silver spoon flew out, and bounced on a white jade carved evil head, only to hear a crisp "pop" , one of the evil horns was smashed.

Zhao Tingjie was so angry that the veins on his forehead twitched, he said angrily: "Lan'er, you know that I don't like you like this!"

Although Zhong Lan was a little guilty, she couldn't see that Ting Jie was being cruel to her, and felt that the other party's temper was too violent, so she immediately became angry, and turned her face away in anger, with an expression of "what can you do to me".

Ting Jie was completely enraged, he pinched Zhong Lan's cheeks vigorously, forcing the other party to open his mouth wide, and then picked up the medicine bowl and poured it into Zhong Lan's mouth.

Zhong Lan struggled frantically, the red concoction splashed all over Ting Jie's hands, but most of it was forcefully poured into his mouth, Zhong Lan refused to drink the medicine properly, the medicine soup choked his trachea, and he coughed embarrassingly , The red juice that had just been taken in gushed out like a fountain, and sprayed all over the face of the court steps.

When the two were fighting, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and Dao'an rushed in "panicked", saluted, and said loudly, "Your Highness, please let my disciple go!"

Zhao Tingjie was taken aback, put down the medicine bowl that had already been spilled, glanced at Dao'an, then looked at Li Zhonglan, and found that the other party's chin was covered with red medicine soup, sighed, took a silk handkerchief and wiped it carefully, after wiping Then he asked, "Lan'er, is this Taoist really your master?"

Zhong Lan nodded, turned her head and was about to call Dao'an "Master", but was surprised to find that the master's silver hair was black and beautiful, almost blacker than black charcoal, and she couldn't help being stunned.

Dao'an feigned anger: "Disciple, as a teacher, you are not required to kneel three times and kowtow nine times, but you have forgotten the basic etiquette?"

Zhong Lan's face became hot, and she quickly called out "Master".He turned his head to look at Tingjie again, and found that Tingjie was looking at him suspiciously, so he wanted to tell more about the relationship between master and apprentice, but felt that Tingjie's face was also stained with a lot of medicinal juice, which was very funny, and suddenly Forget about Master, she reached out a hand from the brocade quilt, took the silk handkerchief, and concentrated on wiping her face for the steps.

Ting Jie didn't say a word, and looked at Zhong Lan with a pair of starry eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. This scene of "a concubine's love" almost made Dao'an's nose crooked. Hundreds of times, and watching the two look at each other affectionately, there is even a slight sour taste in the chest that has been silent for many years.

After Zhong Lan finished wiping, Ting Jie joked: "Dao'an, your master is not as good as an apprentice, you might as well let Lan Er be your master!"

Both the master and the apprentice were taken aback, Zhong Lan was so flustered that she could not speak coherently, she quickly expressed her loyalty: "Absolutely not! Master, this disciple has never had such a heart!"

Dao'an had a frank face, and said with a smile: "Well, I will worship Li Zhonglan as my master today." After finishing speaking, he bowed his head to Zhonglan and called, "Master!"

Zhong Lan was so startled that her head was sweating profusely, she waved her hands again and again, denying, "Master, absolutely not, don't let this disciple down!"

With the waving of his hands, the brocade quilt wrapped around him fell off, revealing a large piece of icy muscles and bones. Zhao Tingjie quickly wrapped Li Zhonglan back with his quick eyes, and hugged Zhonglan tightly in his arms again, as if holding a piece of cake. Like a jade baby.

Dao'an's nose was crooked again. In terms of skin whiteness and beauty, although he has lived for a year, he is no worse than Zhong Lan, a disciple who looks like a doormat. Come on, if His Highness can show his chest and back, he would be quite interested in enjoying the spring scenery.

Seeing Zhonglan panicked, Tingjie was very unhappy, and shouted: "Dao'an, if you dare to bully Lan'er again, I will definitely chop off your hand!"

Dao'an rolled his eyes, put his hands on his chest, and said pitifully: "Your Highness, you are so cruel! Why do you want to use your hands for no reason!"

Zhong Lan hurriedly said good things for Master: "Master didn't bully me, he treated me very well."

Zhong Lan thinks that her master is very kind to her, because she taught her spells, but her master is an old urchin who likes to make fun of her apprentice, such as getting Zhong Lan drunk and painting graffiti on his face; First, I tricked Zhong Lan to get it, causing Zhong Lan to scratch her feet for three days... All these kinds of things made Zhong Lan feel lingering fears, fearing that Master would be really annoyed, and the level of the prank would be doubled.

"That's good." Ting Jie's expression eased, and he said to Dao'an, "Since you are Lan'er's master, your mana should be good. In the future, you can stay with me and do things!"

Dao An hurriedly thanked His Highness, but Zhong Lan wondered secretly, thinking that Master had taken the wrong medicine, would pursue fame and fortune, and would be willing to be sent by a junior in the mortal world, there must be something strange about it.

Zhao Tingjie saw that Dao'an was reluctant to leave, thinking that he was Zhonglan's master, so it was inconvenient to chase him away, so he simply left him aside, and asked Zhonglan with concern: "What do you want to eat tonight, I will ask the kitchen to make it for you. "

Zhong Lan shook her head, avoiding Ting Jie's eager gaze, he was not used to flirting in front of his master, so he just said, "Water."

Court steps understood, and immediately issued orders: "Dao'an, go and bring a pot of hot water to Ben Gong!"

Zhong Lan was startled, and hurriedly said, "I don't want any more water."

Ting Jie smiled slightly, and comforted him: "I am the one who asked your master to take the water, not you." He turned and asked An: "Daoan, is what I said right?"

Dao'an gritted a mouthful of silver teeth and swallowed it, and nodded with a forced smile: "Yes, I will do it now, poor Taoist!"

After all, he went out in desperation.

Zhong Lan had never seen her master so humble before, and her heart was full of doubts. The court was very happy, and kept kissing Zhong Lan's cheek. He wanted to kiss Zhong Lan's lips, but Zhong Lan pretended to be shy and avoided it.

Fortunately, Dao'an flew back like an arrow, otherwise, according to Ting Jie's temperament, after being rejected twice, he would definitely be forced for the third time.

Ting Jie took the kettle from Dao An, poured a glass of water for Zhong Lan, and brought it to her lips.

But Zhong Lan started to rinse her mouth. After rinsing, with her saliva in her mouth, she stared fixedly at the courtyard steps.

Seeing his bulging cheeks, like a little rabbit, Ting Jie couldn't help laughing out loud. While laughing, he brought a spittoon and asked Zhong Lan to spit out his saliva.

He poured Zhong Lan a second glass of water, but she still didn't drink it and rinsed her mouth again.

After several times of rinsing like this, Daoan got tired and shouted: "My apprentice, if you keep rinsing, your tongue will be washed white by you!"

Ting Jie wondered, "Is the medicine so bitter?"

It was inconvenient for Zhong Lan to explain, but she just bit her lips lightly, Ting Jie also rinsed her mouth, then poured another glass of water, put it in her mouth, held Zhong Lan's face, and pressed her lips to it without any doubt.

The corner of Dao'an's mouth was twitching sadly, the situation was simply blinding.Before he was soured to death by these two people, he hurriedly slipped away with oil on his feet.