Chapter 314

Zhaohui hall.

Lou Lanjun stood in front of the medicine sieve rack twisting the herbs, while Xi'er, who stood opposite him and exposed the herbs, was a little absent-minded. She accidentally got the drugs to the ground several times.

And she was a great person, with deep eyebrows and full of worries.

Loulanjun felt strange. He kept her with him for so many years.

In addition to her quiet, it is her serious attitude.

Over the years, she behaved admirably, so he kept her all the time.

If there are other reasons to keep her, it is habit.

But for half a month, she behaved like a different person from before.

The spirit is not very good, like a serious illness, his face is always pale.

Seeing her in a trance and turning over a pot of herbs, Lou Lanjun frowned, "Xi'er, how old are you this year?!"

"..." he suddenly opened his mouth and startled Xi'er. Seeing that the medicine in his hand would be spilled again, he was busy and steady, so he bowed his head and replied, "back to the master, Xi'er is eighteen this year."

Eighteen?!

Loulan Jun picked his eyebrows and put down the herbs twisted in his hands, "well, choose a day to go out of the palace!"

Out of the palace?!

Xi'er was surprised. Looking at him, he left her with a clear figure.

Xi'er took two quick steps towards him in a hurry, with tears in her eyes, "master, are you going to drive Xi'er away?"

Loulan Jun stopped with his back to her. His eyes looked back at her. His tone was idle and cold, "there are no useless people around me!"

"..." Xi'er's tears fell down, and her face turned whiter and her lips trembled. She wanted to ask him, but at the thought of

She stopped the pain in her throat. Her white chin was full of crystal tears. Some of them didn't enter her collar and went straight to her heart. She put her hand over her heart, but smiled and nodded, "thank you for your care for Xi'er these years, Xi'er... I will never forget the kindness of the Lord in my life..."

She sucked her nose heavily, knelt down suddenly and looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Xi'er just asked the Lord to give Xi'er some time. It's going to be autumn. Xi'er made a dress for the Lord. It's almost finished. Xi'er, Xi'er wants to..."

When she said this, she was already sobbing, lying on the ground, her shoulders twitching badly.

Loulanjun was not unmoved, but her behavior made him suspicious.

The clear pupils hung slightly, and it took a long time to say, "with you!" the two words were still cold.

But Xi'er smiled, "thank you, master!"

Lou Lanjun frowned very tightly. He looked back and wanted to go inside.

The sudden noise outside the hall stopped him.

"Lian, Lian, listen to me. Listen to me. Lian... Ah..."

The voice was soft and charming, helpless and pitiful. It was very pitiful.

But now it came into Lian Qing's ears, but it was very harsh. He grabbed and dragged her into Xixia hall with a cold voice, "explain? Wen Xinlan, if you say one more word now, it will only make me want to kill your heart again!"

The rest of the sound disappeared as Lian Qing stepped into the hall.

Lou Lanjun's cheek was slightly taut, slowly turned around, looked out from the hall door and fell in the Xixia hall opposite him.

The end of the eye inadvertently swept Xi'er, who was still kneeling on the ground. The light of her eyes shrank slightly. Her eyes fell outside the hall and fell on Xi'er, who couldn't bear to bite her lips.

The pupils flashed and crossed the dark thought.

In the Xixia hall.

Lian Qing threw Wen Xinlan into the room, waved his hand back, and the door slammed shut.

Wen Xinlan's back waist was heavily hit on the edge of the table, and she took a cold breath because of the pain.

But before she could react, he suddenly turned over her body and pinched her jaw, which almost wanted to drop thallium from her chin.

Wen Xinlan was so frightened that she looked at Lian Qing with an angry face. Ignoring the pain of her chin, she shook her head in tears, "Lian Qing, you, listen to me, you also have to listen to me... Ah..."

The sound of tearing is the sound of clothes breaking.

The cold wind poured in, which made her shiver.

Looking down in horror, I found that her whole body was only for a while, leaving only the pink blue belly pocket on her upper body and a thin layer of obscene pants on her lower body. A burst of humiliation poured into her forehead.

Wen Xinlan was not afraid of his ferocity at the moment. He grabbed his hands and shouted in shame and anger, "Lian Qing, let me go, don't force me to hate you!"

"Hate?!" Lian Qing sneered. Her face was covered by clouds. The harder she grabbed her chin, the closer she breathed, and sprayed the hot breath wrapped in anger on her red face.

Her weak, helpless and shy expression is really beautiful, but in the eyes of Lian Qing at the moment, it is extremely ugly.

He clenched his teeth and his tall body suddenly pressed up. The hand on her waist moved in a twinkling, dangerously hooked on the edge of her profanity pants, with cruel words. "Wen Xinlan, do you think I still care whether you hate me or not?! tell me, what reason do I care if you hate me? Tell me!"

Lian Qing didn't know what it was like to drive up and down in his atrium, but it made it difficult for him to breathe and his chest was burning!

His male dignity was mercilessly provoked and trampled on by this woman.

And this woman is the woman he has loved for nearly 15 years!

He wanted to kill her!

Wen Xinlan met his red eyes. His cold fingers slid horribly under her waist and abdomen, forcing her to lower her voice.

She breathed out quietly, tears came out again, hung in the corner of her eyes, and looked at him pitifully, "Lian, I beg you, don't do this... You have to listen to my explanation. I'm angry. She's such a shameless woman that she doesn't deserve the Royal. That's why I went to her, and what I said to her is not my heart... Even, you, you must believe me. I really want to be with you..."

After she finished, she stared straight into Lian Qing's eyes, trying to see her trust in his eyes.

But no.

However, his face slowed down bit by bit, and finally returned to calm, without a trace of emotional fluctuation.

And the corners of his mouth also slowly tickled a smile, gentle and harmless.

But this kind of Lian Qing made Wen Xinlan more nervous.

Over the years, she knows his temperament.

He is a smiling tiger. The more calm he is, the more gentle and harmless he is. The consequences are often countless times more painful than when he is angry.

The heart and liver contract violently.

The soles of Wen Xinlan's feet were cold, and his hands trembled to hold the edge of the table, but he had to pretend to be sincere.

Lian Qing stared at her coolly, and the corners of his mouth became deeper and deeper. The evil light burst out of the tiger's eyes in a flash, coupled with the scar on his left face, was strange and creepy.

He softened his voice, loosened the strength of his fingers on her chin, stroked gently, like treating his closest lover with a intimate tone, "LAN, I believe you..."

Wen Xinlan was stunned, proud in his heart, but his eyes released a trace of tears of joy, "even... Ah..."

Lian Qing looked at those beautiful eyes and finally showed the most real emotion. The tiger's eyes flashed and his voice was as clear and beautiful as the long song played by the ancient Tongqin. "LAN, I believe you. You really want to be with me. I think since you want to be with me so much, you shouldn't want me to... Want you!"