Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Although she had been terrified for several days, the princess never came again.

Wei Ziqing didn't dare to go out by himself, so he pulled Song Boming to prevent him from going out, and temporarily handed over the public school lessons to Xiaosi.

Thinking of Xiaosi, Wei Ziqing raised his eyes and looked at Song Boming who was reading with him in the study.

The man was reading the military book, his brows were tightly furrowed, he looked very serious, his muscular arms were half leaning on the chair, lazily like a lion resting on its territory.

By the way, why didn't you think he was so powerful before?Knowing how capable he is outside, the more I look at him, the more I feel proud. I am a bit powerful, and if I walk by him casually, I will meet a big general.

Can't help but look at him a few more times - star eyebrows and sword eyes, jaws are angular, tall and strong body, the muscles in the arms can be faintly seen through the clothes.To be honest, it is not in line with the current aesthetics, the world prefers handsome young men, and rough men often make delicate men shy away.

He didn't like this kind of thing before, he always thought that muscular men looked fierce and brainless, but there are men in the building who like to pick up this kind of strong and rough men, preferably soldiers, and those who are budding are snatched. go pick it up.

At first he didn't understand what's so good about those unshaven and sweaty soldiers. But I still don't feel good—it's so strong, and it won't kill half my life if I do it once.

But now—last night, the man hugged him easily with his muscular arms, and pressed him against the wall. The rhythm of his body was effortless, but it was him, with his waist soft and difficult, The posture made his tired hands unable to wrap their arms around it.The man hugged him with one hand, supported his waist with the other, and took most of his weight, barely allowing him to persist for half the distance, but until now his waist was still so sore that he couldn't sit for a long time.

So he still hates muscular men, he does it endlessly, energetic like a beast!

Wei Ziqing's face was getting redder and redder. Last night was too intense, and his lower body seemed to be unable to close. He always felt that something was moving inside, slippery, hard, hot...

Wei Ziqing's breath was stagnant, his fingertips trembled slightly, and the pen he was holding had been hanging in the air for a long time, when he moved, a bean-sized ink dripped down, and the ink droplets were instantly rendered, staining the mottled tree black film.

"what!"

Wei Ziqing let out a scream, threw the pen aside in a hurry, wanted to wipe it, but was afraid that the more he wiped it, the more dirty it would become.

"My picture of the moon in the quiet night! I drew it all afternoon!"

Seeing that Wei Ziqing's mouth was pursed, Song Boming was really angry, so he had no choice but to put down the book.

"You, what are you thinking about in your head, can you think about drawing?"

"Can you blame me?"

Obviously it's your fault!

Hearing Wei Ziqing's muttering in a low voice, Song Boming tapped his head lightly.

"Why do you blame me?"

Song Boming looked at the painting carefully: "I'll fix it for you."

Wei Zi pushed his hand angrily, and stood aside by himself, to see what he could make up.

Originally, this picture is a moonlit night, a quiet forest, a flowing mountain spring, and a coir hat man sitting quietly fishing in the distance.

Now ink droplets the size of three fingers are dripping in the woods, with a little bit of broken ink splashing beside it.

I saw him start with a few strokes, circle the ink drop inside, and outline it.

Wei Ziqing's heart hurts just looking at him. His silhouette is so huge that it blocks most of the mountains and the bright moon in the distance, but he doesn't dare to disturb him when he sees his calm and relaxed appearance. Great!

It's just that the more he painted, the uglier Wei Ziqing's face became.

In the end, Song Boming closed his big hand and put down the pen, asking Wei Ziqing to take a look.

Wei Ziqing pursed his lips, the more he looked at it, the more he felt his heart suffocate, and he only felt a little headache.

On the paper, there was a monster whose name was unknown, stepping on auspicious clouds, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

There is still his self-satisfied voice in his ear: "Is it majestic? Is it imposing?"

Wei Ziqing comforted himself that this person is true love, he should have love and tolerance for this person, then he waved his hand and went out, he can't scold, can't he leave?

Song Poming didn't know why, so he carefully dried the calligraphy of the first couple's painting together, intending to have it framed, and hung it in the study.

Wei Ziqing was so angry that he forgot to tell him about Xiao Si, but he is really tired right now, so let's talk about it later in the evening.

Just as Wei Ziqing left, there were two men in black in the study.

"Secret envoy, the emperor has sent a message asking you to leave for Beijing today and bring Mr. Liu with you."

"Today?"

"The emperor said that if you don't come back again, the princess will be stuffed into your general's mansion—"

Song Boming picked up the scroll cherishingly, put it aside carefully, and then said nonchalantly: "Then say I'm already on my way."

"Ambassador!"

Pang Feng disagreed and said: "What are you thinking? Can you hide here for the rest of your life? The emperor won't force you to get married. Why don't you go back?"

"Go back? The new emperor's new policy, when everything needs major changes, what should I do when I go back? I'm rushing to work?"

Song Boming sat on the chair and stretched his legs to the desk: "Whoever wants to move forward, go."

Pang Feng's face was ugly: "You were not like this before. What exactly destroyed your fighting spirit? The emperor is in need of someone right now. You are hiding in the gentle village here. On the battlefield, it is, it is—"

"A deserter? A coward?"

Song Boming closed his eyes slightly, and there was no sign of anger, but the crossed hands and the slightly drooping corners of his mouth showed that he was on the verge of anger at this time.

"When is it your turn to question me?"

The air pressure dropped suddenly, and Pang Feng's face turned pale: "It's not a question—"

"Then go down?"

Although the tone is questionable, the content is beyond doubt.

"How is Zhao Yi?"

With his back to Song Boming, Pang Feng had to stop: "Zhao Yi is recuperating elsewhere, nothing serious."

"Well, let's go."

Pang Feng's complex eyes are all because of this gentleman—not only did they want to act such a ridiculous drama, but they also hurt their brother. The most unforgivable thing is that their eldest brother probably refused to return to Beijing because of this gentleman. .

It's really an eyesore, and he can't be allowed to become an obstacle in the way of the eldest brother's future, he doesn't deserve it.

Wei Ziqing was falling asleep when he vaguely felt that someone was sitting beside the bed.

Then he took his hand and dipped it in something cool.

"what."

Wei Ziqing opened his eyes and saw Song Boming holding a piece of paper in his hand.

His expression remained the same: "It's nothing, it's a small matter."

Wei Ziqing looked at the red mark on his hand: "What exactly is it?"

"The wedge of our marriage, you forgot, it has to be fingerprinted by both parties."

Wei Ziqing was taken aback for a moment, then probed over to have a look: "Then why don't you say anything!"

Song Boming was surprised: "What's there to say? Is it possible that you have been getting along with each other?"

Yes—but why did he have to be sneaky, making him feel like he was being forced.

Song Boming folded his arms and asked casually.

"Come back to Beijing with me?"

Wei Ziqing froze when he sat upright, and Song Boming embraced him from behind: "Be my general's wife."

Wei Ziqing raised his eyes and looked at him seriously, but couldn't think of anything, it was blank.

"it is good."

he heard himself say.

***

In August, when autumn was in full swing, a huge ship staggered out of the thick fog and arrived in Jiangzhou.

"Master, rest here for one night today, leave early tomorrow morning, and arrive in Beijing in less than three days."

The man called Master looked very young, he nodded, then frowned and looked at the swaying big boat and the narrow wooden joints, and jumped back onto the boat.

When he came down again, there was a solid man wrapped in a black cloak in his arms. Occasionally, the person in the cloak would raise his head and adjust his position, revealing a sharp and pitiful chin, and then buried himself in the man's arms, as if I'm sick.

"Brother Qing, are you still not feeling well?"

"Much better, uh-"

Wei Ziqing jumped out of his arms, pushed away the others, and retched again by himself.

Wei Ziqing's stomach was churning, because he couldn't eat anything on the boat, but he couldn't vomit anything real, it was all bile.

Who would have thought that he would be seasick?It's not that he has never been on a boat, he has swum across the river before, so he thought he was fine, Song Boming said that the water route was safe, so he agreed.

But the long-distance is different. On the second day after walking the waterway, he started to feel sick. However, the wind went northward, and the sails were bulging all the way, and he walked fast. It was nearly a hundred miles a day. It was obviously unrealistic to return, so he could only continue walking. , The boat stopped at the nearest port.

The waterway was originally a detour, and now the temporary stop is still far away from the capital. It is said that it will take three days, but in fact it is procrastinating, and it is not bad to get there in four days.

The slower the better, Song Boming heaved a sigh of relief, he wished he could walk for ten and a half months

Now the more he thinks about it, the more he regrets it, he shouldn't have listened to Liu Linqi's bad idea, now that it's all right, Brother Qing went back to Beijing with him, met Princess Anhe, didn't everything go wrong?

Liu Linqi turned Wei Ziqing's anger on him, and didn't go with them at all. He took Pang Feng and his secret guards along the official road, and without any accidents, he was almost in Beijing.

After Qing brother vomited, he wanted to take two steps, but each foot felt as if he was stepping on a hollow ground, soft and unrealistic.

Lie on the side and vomited in the dark again, tears came out, so embarrassed.

Song Boming knew that this was the first time he walked the waterway, but he didn't expect Brother Qing's reaction to be so strong.

Ignoring the dirt on his cloak, he picked him up again.

Casually told the attendants next to him: "Find a doctor."

Song Boming only had a few secret guards around him, but he didn't have Pang Feng and Zhao Yi and other cronies, partly because he "arrested" Liu Linqi back to Beijing, and partly because he went back to Beijing first to report to the emperor.

"Where are Axiu and Xiaosi?"

Wei Ziqing realized that the two of them were not following behind him, and suddenly became more sober.

"They don't get seasick, just follow the boat."

Wei Ziqing was in a hurry: "These two children, how could you let them be on the boat by themselves!"

Song Boming put him on the bed in the inn to help untie his cloak.

"There are a lot of people on board, it's no problem, the carriage ride is bumpy and hard, it's for their own good."

- No wonder!

Wei Ziqing looked at him suspiciously: "You don't dislike them, do you?"

Song Poming pretended to be surprised and said: "How is it possible? One is your brother and the other is your student, that is my own brother and my own student."

Wei Ziqing didn't bother to argue with him, turned over angrily and turned towards the inside.

The corners of Song Poming's mouth curled up slightly, the two guys who got in the way finally left, and finally got a chance to go out with Brother Qing, what a pity not to enjoy the fun of going downhill and playing in the water?

So I agreed to arrive in four days at most, and I turned left and right abruptly. Either there was a night market here, or there was a lantern festival there.

Capital——

Wei Ziqing looked at the scarlet letters on the city gate, and was in a daze for a while.

The same city tower, the same prosperity, even the posture of Shi Qilin on the left and right of the city gate is exactly the same. Wei Ziqing turned his head to look at Song Boming who was fighting on the left and right, and instantly fell back to the original place with his heart raised.

Fortunately, he almost thought that he had gone back, but this person was still there, even if he really put it back on again, he would not be afraid.

As if sensing his gaze, Song Boming naturally reached out to pull him.

"Take a look at this chess game - why are your hands so cold?"

As he spoke, he put his hand between his and covered it.

Song Boming's hands were dry, thick and warm, and he felt happy almost immediately.

"I've never seen myself playing with myself."

"You won't play with me—"

Wei Ziqing stopped talking, why didn't he want to play?

If he loses, Song Boming will punish him and punish him to eat his big thing; if he wins, the reward will be the other way around——

Song Boming came over with a smile in his eyes: "What are you thinking about?"

Eyes full of spring thoughts, evasive, wishing to be bullied again and again.

Wei Ziqing knew that he wanted to take the opportunity to make trouble again, fearing that he would mess up, so he straightened his face and acted like he had no desire or desire.

"I'm thinking about Axiu and Xiaosi, but I'm still used to it here."

After entering the capital, Song Boming also knew what to do, unlike Meng Lang who was lazily leaning in the carriage when he was on the road.

"If you don't feel comfortable, there are everything in the mansion, just play as you like."

Wei Ziqing stopped talking, and the carriage became quiet. After wandering around for a while, it stopped.

As soon as their carriage entered the capital, the dark guards went to inform the dark hall, Xiao Yezi got the letter, and she was the first to tell Axiu.

So Wei Ziqing got out of the car, and saw Axiu and Xiaosi happily coming up to him.

Xiaosi was a little cautious for some reason, but Axiu ignored it, ran down the steps, grabbed his hand, and complained, "Why did you come here?"

Wei Ziqing knew he was wrong, and it was hard to explain, so he had to change the topic.

"Is Beijing fun?"

Mentioning this, Axiu's eyes lit up, and even Xiaosi became a little excited: "There are so many fun things, I'm just waiting for you to come and take you there..."

The three of them entered the Bianfu while talking about it, and they left Song Boming outside in a lively manner.

Song Boming sighed, and knew it was like this. This Axiu, I don't know where the hostility came from, and I always felt that he was not a good person. Seeing him as air, Wei Ziqing often only went to Axiu's mind to take care of Axiu. Talk, and leave him in the cold.

So it is a wise choice to get rid of these two burdens on the road.

Because Song Boming hadn't lived in the general's mansion for a day, he was called away without even entering the door or changing his clothes.

He had to leave all the internal affairs of the mansion, including a butler who was given along with the mansion, to Wei Ziqing to take care of.

"Ma'am, there are 28 courtyards and 180 five houses in the mansion. The servants live in the northwest corner, occupying two courtyards. To the east is the Huanxiyuan, and to the south is the stable... "

The housekeeper replied unhurriedly, coupled with a rough drawing of the yard, Wei Ziqing quickly had an idea in his mind.

"Axiu and Xiao Si live in Xingyuxuan?"

"Yes, the room in Xingyuxuan is the largest besides the main courtyard, and the courtyard is also the closest to the main courtyard. Apricots, dates and grapes are planted in the courtyard. Young Master Wei and Young Master Bai fell in love with it as soon as they came."

Author's gossip: Seeing that the boss ordered the book of Little Fox again, I couldn't help but feel ashamed, and kept saying that I would fill in the hole, but after a year of procrastination, no matter what, I set the flag first: finish this book and fill it in!