Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Brother Qing is really good at picking places, his warm tongue soaked his chest through his clothes, his lower abdomen tightened, and Song Poming's Adam's apple rolled up and down

Stretch out your hand to cover Brother Qing's head, lest anyone see their secret.

Bite it, even if it hurts, it hurts.

He turned his head and asked in a deep voice to the man in black who was leading the order: "What happened to Yingruo?"

"Return to the secret envoy, Yingruo left Beijing privately, and—"

The man in black looked hesitantly at the lady in Anshi's arms, not knowing whether to say something or not.

"Go on."

"I just got a tip. Ying Ruo told Madam about the marriage granted by the Holy Majesty, and she is waiting to be punished in the punishment hall."

Wei Ziqing spat out the clothes in his mouth, his eyes were full of disappointment.

"Okay, it turned out that you ordered me to hide it from me. I was right. You are so disgusting that you are not allowed to let him go! Do you really want me to spend my life to accompany Ah Ruo!"

Song Boming was taken aback: "Say something stupid, it will kill him." Turning his head and scolding: "Talking to your wife is nothing like leaking secrets, and you don't want to spread the word!"

"Not even a whip!"

"Listen to Madam, go now."

Wei Ziqing didn't know how true Song Boming's obedience was, so he turned his head and saw the little leaf on the ground.

"There's also Xiao Ye Zi, tomorrow he'd better stand in front of me alive and kicking."

"Ben is in a coma, and besides, he even dared to stop me to prevent him from suffering—well, if he is not punished, it's up to you."

Song Boming comforted Brother Qing in a low voice, and winked at his subordinates from an angle that Wei Ziqing couldn't see.

When Wei Ziqing looked again, the person kneeling on the ground and Xiao Yezi were gone, as if no one had been there.

"I know. Can you stop acting like this? Pretend you're not tired? I'm sick if you're not tired. Don't touch me."

Song Boming gritted his teeth and pinched his chin: "Try saying something disgusting again?"

Wei Ziqing stared at him, the flames in his eyes were like substance, he had never yelled in such a disregard of dignity: "I feel sick when you touch me, I want to vomit, I think of how many people you are going to touch with this hand, I just feel sick, sick, sick—uh."

The "disgusting" man lowered his head and blocked his eloquent mouth. The disgust in Brother Qing's eyes hurt him deeply, making the guilt in his heart turn into deeper pain.

He doesn't allow the people in his heart to resist him like this and draw a line with him!

Forcibly exchanging saliva by the man who betrayed him, in Wei Ziqing's view, this is almost "rape"!The humiliation made Wei Ziqing bite his tongue hard.

Song Boming felt the pain and suddenly let go, Wei Ziqing took the opportunity to get away and stared at him vigilantly.

Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and Song Boming stretched out his hand to rub it, unable to speak out the pain.

"Are you crazy?"

"General Song, go back to your capital and marry your princess! I won't play with you anymore!"

"I'm going to marry an ass princess and become an ass general. For you, I resisted the decree and went back to find you all night, can't I? Are you treating me like this?"

Ga?

Song Boming uttered swear words rarely, and with his bear-like height and build, Wei Ziqing flinched inexplicably.

"Resist...resist the decree?"

Song Boming saw that Wei Ziqing's arrogance had faded halfway, and he felt complacent, but his face became even more angry: "You believe what others tell you, and you don't listen to me. I didn't sleep for two nights just to hurry. What about you, come back Just show me the face."

Song Boming's tone softened again: "If I don't want you anymore, why would I come back to look for you?"

While talking, he put his hands on Wei Ziqing's shoulders calmly, took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire, and looked at him affectionately: "Even if this general quits, he can't marry someone else, no matter how precious he is." Princess, I don't care, I have a daughter-in-law waiting for me at home, so I can't accommodate others."

Song Boming's eyes were sincere, Wei Ziqing almost believed it.

Seeing him getting closer and closer, Wei Ziqing was stunned for a big head like a calf, but then he reacted and pressed his hand against his head hard.

"I believed your nonsense! A thousand gold dowry? Huh? It's also fake?"

"I haven't received any salary from the emperor until now. All I have done is for nothing! Where did I get the money to give him a dowry? It was the emperor's way of saving face for his younger brother. He found someone to pick out an empty box. Shaking around!"

Wei Ziqing has already believed most of it, but his heart is still sour: "How sweet are you? You can't even get the dowry, so why do you have to marry the princess to you?"

Song Boming pointed to the sky and swore: "I am incense, and I will only let you smell it."

Wei Ziqing glared at this thick-skinned man: "I care about you?"

Seeing the opportunity, Song Boming lowered his head and rubbed against him: "It's me who cares about you and depends on you."

"You stink to death."

Song Boming heard the softening in Wei Ziqing's words, he was relieved, brother Qing is still so easy to coax, he deserves to be his good wife, good wife!

"You're the one who says it smells good, and you're the one who says it smells bad. You say everything."

The atmosphere between the two was getting better, and Song Boming thought it was over like this, but Wei Ziqing asked a question suddenly.

"Have you been working for a month?"

Song Boming was silent, and then went to get the basin: "Brother Qing, I'm going to take a bath."

Wei Ziqing squinted his eyes: "It's been a month, and I haven't seen you say anything to me."

"No, you listen to my explanation."

Wei Zi looked at him coldly: "Say it."

"The news in the capital is blocked and no rumors are allowed, and it's really too busy... Well, I really forgot."

The more Song Boming talked, the more confident he became, and he regretted it himself.

Wei Ziqing sneered, and threw the basin and others out together: "Is this what you are thinking about? I was terrified at home, and you didn't even give me a letter. If I believe you again today, I will become a pig. "

Song Boming knocked on the door: "Brother Qing, where do you want me to sleep?"

The door opened in response, and Song Boming was just wondering if Brother Yu Qing had softened his heart, then a quilt was thrown out, and the door closed again with a bang.

Resigned to his fate, Song Boming picked up the quilt with his head down, beat the dirt on it, folded the quilt on the stone table in the yard, and was going to the kitchen to boil hot water.

I saw the little black head protruding from the next room, peeking at him with embarrassing eyes.

Song Boming knew that this was Axiu, so he said hello with a little bit.

Unexpectedly, Axiu spit out two words: "Scumbag."

After speaking, he slammed the door shut.

Song Boming was scolded all over his head, and went to dig well water in a panic.

Knowing that there would be no end to letting Brother Qing get angry today, he simply didn't go to sleep in another room, and didn't have the heart to boil hot water, so he hastily wiped his body with cold well water, just put a quilt on it, and lay on the table Made do for a night.

Axiu usually got up early, and saw the man in the yard before dawn.

He didn't know why this ex-brother-in-law came back again, and what was on his mind!Didn't he all have children outside with others?Why did you come back to find Brother Qing again!

Hearing the sound of their quarrel last night again, they must not be good people!

snort!

Regardless of him, let him freeze here!

Then, the sun came out, and Wei Ziqing also woke up. He got up, shook his neck, moved his wrists, opened the window, and saw the lump outside.

Isn't Little Leaf's house empty?

Wei Ziqing pushed open the door impatiently, and went to call the sleeping man.

"Get up and go back to bed."

Song Poming's face turned red, and he opened his eyes unconsciously. Seeing that it was Brother Qing, he sat up straight and covered his forehead with his hands.

"Well, it's dawn?"

Song Boming's voice was terrible hoarse, and because he bit his tongue yesterday, he couldn't articulate his words clearly, so his speaking condition was extremely poor.

Wei Ziqing reached out and touched his forehead, it was scalding hot.

"You have a fever, why don't you cover yourself with a quilt?"

"It's not cold..."

Song Boming supported his forehead with one hand, grabbed brother Qing's with the other hand, and rubbed his face against his cool hand, very obedient.

"You, I'll forget it if you're so mad, get in the house quickly."

Song Boming responded, and let Wei Ziqing lead him to walk behind, a flash of complacency flashed in his eyes, and he looked listless again in an instant.

Wei Ziqing helped him take off his coat, and kept mumbling: "How can you lie in the yard without a quilt, and your hair is not combed. Could it be that you have washed your hair?"

Song Boming replied wearily, holding his hand tightly.

Wei Ziqing simply sat on the edge of his bed and guarded him, no matter how angry he was, it disappeared when he saw his pitiful appearance.

Touching Song Boming's forehead, his eyes were full of pity: "It's so hot, do you want to drink water?"

Song Boming stared into his eyes tightly: "Aren't you angry with me?"

Wei Ziqing ignored him, got up and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of warm hot water, and brought a wet handkerchief when he came back.

"Drink the water, I'll go find Doctor Wang."

The person on the bed had his eyes closed, his lips were pale, and he couldn't open his eyes when he heard his words. He looked burnt out.

Wei Ziqing was anxious, but he didn't dare to leave his side.

In a hurry, he remembered that Song Boming's subordinates seemed to be on the roof. He tried to go to the yard and shouted a few words: "Are you there? Can you help me find a doctor?"

The roof tiles moved slightly, and then one person jumped down. Wei Zi got used to it early in the morning, and didn't make a fuss.

Hei Yi clasped his fists and left the courtyard.

This should be the invitation, Wei Ziqing was a little relieved.

Song Poming's lips were very chapped. He fed him water with a spoon, and his teeth were clenched tightly.

"If you make you do something wrong, you deserve it if you get sick."

Wei Ziqing muttered in a low voice, breaking his teeth with his hands.

Song Boming didn't know whether he heard him speak, or was made uncomfortable by his rough movements, so he turned his head to the side, as if he was still expressing his dissatisfaction in his sleep, and refused to let him touch him.

Wei Ziqing was amused by his awkward appearance, even though he knew he couldn't hear him, he coaxed softly: "Okay, okay, it's okay not to talk about you, just like a child."

Who would have thought that after Song Boming finished speaking, he would regain his composure, neither struggling nor humming. If he hadn't been like a stove, Wei Ziqing would have thought he was pretending to be sick.

It was as if Dr. Wang had been kidnapped, and he was dragged away so fast that he was almost exhausted by then, unable to stand still.

The man in black stood aside with a cold face: "See a doctor quickly."

Wei Ziqing glared at him, turned around and stepped forward embarrassedly to support the old man, moved a stool to Song Poming's bedside, and handed him water.

Dr. Wang took a sip of water to catch his breath, and didn't complain too much. He first looked at Song Poming's illness.

This man in black seems to be the one who caught Xiao Yezi yesterday, Wei Ziqing named him "Wicked One" in his heart.

There was an old grudge, but now that he was so rude, Wei Ziqing's impression of him was even worse, and he said sharply: "What did you do yesterday, you don't care if your master is blowing cold wind in the yard, now you are embarrassing an old man so much. What's the use of a doctor? Is this how your master taught you?"

"Wicked One" seemed unconvinced, but because of Song Boming, he reluctantly lowered his head and cupped his fists: "Yes."

Wei Zi had a cold face: "What is it? Apologize?"

"Wicked No. [-]" changed his face, his eyes were full of impatience: "You better not go too far."

"Apologize!"

Because Doctor Wang was still checking the pulse, Wei Ziqing spoke in a very low voice.

"Wicked No. [-]" raised his face, and lowered his clasped hands: "You still have no right to order me."

He was the most capable subordinate around the secret envoy, and he followed the secret envoy to charge and made great contributions.

The secret envoy ran around for a gentleman to resist the order, but when he came back, he was turned away, and the cold wind blew all night. He thought he was some kind of fairy-like figure, but he didn't expect that although he was good-looking, he could be so arrogant and willful.

Before becoming an official wife, he was forced to bow his head to a commoner. If he became the wife of a general, wouldn't he treat his brothers who were born and died as slaves?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he didn't bother to put on that respectful look: "When you become the general's wife, then you can play this prestige again! Want me to apologize to this old man? Unless my elder brother speaks in person!"

"Pang Feng, cough, I apologize."

Song Boming was originally proud that Brother Qing was so gentle and careless to him because of his illness, and thought that his tricks were good, but he didn't expect his illness to be so violent, and he really passed out just now up.

If it wasn't for the sound of two people arguing in his ears, he wouldn't be able to wake up either.

One is his siblings, and the other is his wife. He actually didn't hear what happened before, but he has already decided in his heart that Pang Feng did something wrong. After all, Brother Qing has a kind temperament, and it is rare for him to be really angry with others, but he This brother is a bit arrogant, and no one cares about him except them, so he is very likely to offend Brother Qing.

Pang Feng blushed, his chest rose and fell, as if he was extremely angry at Song Boming's words.

"Cough, you've all told me...cough cough, don't you listen?"

Song Boming struggled and seemed to get up, but Pang Feng lowered his head, gritted his teeth and said: "Pang Feng is rude, offended."

Old Doctor Wang waved his hand: "It's nothing, I won't argue with the younger generation, you just have a cold and fever, it's strange, the weather isn't cold, why did you get a cold?"

After speaking, he got up and limped to write the prescription.

Wei Ziqing saw something wrong with the old doctor's legs and feet with sharp eyes, so he stepped forward to help him.

"Your foot—"

Old doctor Wang handed the prescription to Wei Ziqing, and said with a wry smile: "I'm old, this young man is really fast, he dragged me and fell over."

Song Boming tilted his head and looked sideways at Pang Feng. Pang Feng's head was almost buried in his chest, and he didn't dare to look at Song Boming.

Wei Ziqing was angry, but he had already apologized, and he said it as if he really didn't want to forgive him.

"I'll take you back."

Doctor Wang didn't refuse either. His old leg sprained a bit. He's no better than a young man. It's good that he can get better in a month. Now it's a problem to walk out of the gate.

Song Boming said in a deep voice with anger: "Pang Feng."

Pang Feng knew he was wrong, so he took a step forward: "I'll take you back."

Wei Zi stared at him coldly: "How do you have the face to come here?"

Pang Feng knew he was wrong, especially in front of Song Boming, his temper restrained a lot, at this time he stood there with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye, but Wei Ziqing was aggressive like a villain.

Song Boming thought that he couldn't speak for Brother Qing himself, and Pang Feng was still far behind, and couldn't bear to see his brother like a wooden stake.

"Brother Qing, let Pang Feng drive the carriage to deliver it quickly, so as not to delay Doctor Wang's treatment."

Wei Ziqing didn't refuse again, but before going out, he turned his head and glanced at Song Boming, who was seriously ill and still didn't forget to adjust the conflict, sneered, and gave him a self-contained look.

At this moment, Song Poming's heart was completely chilled by what he saw, and after seeing brother Qing's good face, he forgot that he was also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and felt even more dizzy.

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