I have the beauty of the villain's love

He had been ill for more than half a month, even if he recovered early, Zhou Lang still had to pretend to be sick.

Nan Fengci waited patiently for half a month. Seeing that Zhou Lang still looked like this, he added something else to the medicine he was given today. After taking the medicine and sleeping for a while, Zhou Lang felt feverish all over his body. The last time the symptoms were the same in the posthouse, Nan Fengci was sitting at the table reading a book, and when Zhou Lang couldn't bear it anymore and staggered down from the bed to ask him for an antidote, he raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile Fei smiled, "Stop pretending to be sick?"

Zhou Lang's legs were weak, and he managed to stand still by holding on to the table.

Nan Fengci handed out a white porcelain bottle, and when Zhou Lang reached for it, he suddenly put the porcelain bottle away, "I won't give you the antidote, but I can do a little bit for you."

"you!"

Nan Fengci looked at him with raised eyes.

Zhou Lang gritted his teeth, turned around and went downstairs.

Nan Fengci thought he was going down to take a cold shower, and didn't stop him, just waiting for him to come back when he couldn't bear it anymore.Nanfeng waited and waited, but Zhou Lang did not come back. When he went down to ask, the two people at the door said that Zhou Lang had gone out just now.

The effect of the medicine is about to take effect, so he goes out?where to go

Nan Fengci chased him out and stopped Zhou Lang who wanted to recruit bearers on the street. Zhou Lang blushed and tried to hold himself up in front of others.

Zhou Lang was about to step into the sedan chair, but was dragged out by Nan Fengci again.

"You let me go!"

Seeing that Zhou Lang was still struggling, Nan Fengci raised his hand and brushed his waist, Zhou Lang fell limp and was hugged by Nan Fengci.

Seeing that Zhou Lang was about to be taken away, the bearer chased after him and asked, "My lord, are you still going to Fuchun Tower?"

Fuchun Building?

Nan Fengci laughed angrily now, ignored the bearer, hugged Zhou Lang and went back.After returning to the room, he threw Zhou Lang onto the bed, and before he could get up, he bullied himself on top of him, "You still dare to go to the brothel? Who gave you the courage!"

Zhou Lang swallowed his anger for half a month, and now he couldn't bear it anymore, "You drugged me, what happened when I went to the brothel?"

"You won't come to me?" Nan Fengci held Zhou Lang's arms.

Zhou Lang collapsed on the bed panting, "Let go—"

Nan Fengci pressed Zhou Lang to death, "You pretended to be sick for half a month, I just tried you with the medicine, and you couldn't wait to go to the brothel—are you reasonable?"

This kind of gangster logic choked Zhou Lang's throat, "You are the one who gave the medicine, what's wrong with me looking for an antidote?"

"Am I dead?"

Zhou Lang was also driven into a hurry, "What do I have to do with you? You brought me here and forced me..."

Seeing Zhou Lang's willingness to fight, Nan Fengci began to feel uncomfortable again.

He only forced Zhou Lang once, and later saw him pretending to be sick, didn't he turn a blind eye to it.

Zhou Lang was also terrified in the past half month. It was obviously Nan Fengci who forced him, and he could only bear it in every possible way because of fear. Now that he said it out of breath, he began to worry that Nan Fengci would kill him with a palm.

Nan Feng Ci squeezed his chin, "You are stupid if you say you are stupid. What I feed you is tonic. You have been pretending to be sick for half a month. Do you think I can't see it? It's just that I see that you are weak, so take some The medicine is here to adjust it for you - today it is flavored with epimedium, and the medicine has improved, that's why you are like this."

Zhou Lang didn't expect that Nan Fengci was still explaining to him.

"Otherwise, do you think you can still go out from here and find someone to take you to the brothel?" Nan Feng said, and went to undress Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang really only felt that his heart was dry and hot, because he was very sensitive once.Now listening to Nan Feng Ci's explanation, just as he let down his guard, seeing Nan Feng Ci undressing his clothes, he suddenly panicked again, "What are you doing?!"

Nan Fengci tapped Zhou Lang's acupoints, untied his clothes in front of him, "I'm insulting you."

Even Zhou Lang's Ya acupoint was hit, so he could only watch Nan Fengci's movements with his eyes open.

Nan Fengci's eyes were clear and cold, and the hand resting on his chest didn't have any obscene meaning, "Young master is too indulgent, that's why he's weak."

In other words, kidney deficiency.

But Zhou Lang couldn't refute it. He was too romantic in Huajie and Liuxiang, but his body hadn't been affected much. In addition, he went to the border with Linghuyin and abstained from sexual intercourse for half a year before slowly getting better.

Nan Fengci looked at his expression, smiled lightly, and pressed several acupuncture points on his lower abdomen with five fingers.

The hot feeling on the body dissipated, but the scorching heat in the lower abdomen intensified.

"Oh, the young master is really energetic." Nan Fengci's eyes were sharp, and he could see the reaction of Zhou Lang's lower body at a glance.

The red glow on Zhou Lang's face never faded, and he didn't know why he suddenly...

When Nanfeng Ci evacuated the effect of the medicine for him, he deliberately touched it with his arm a few times, Zhou Lang closed his eyes in shame and dodged away.

He obviously didn't think about that.

After the hot feeling on his body dissipated, Nan Fengci unhurriedly released Zhou Lang's acupuncture points. Zhou Lang immediately curled up, pulled the quilt to cover his lower body, "You, did you do it on purpose!"

"Young master, don't slander me. I just pressed the acupuncture points for you to disperse the medicinal properties." Nan Fengci was still sitting by the bed, looking at Zhou Lang's arched back.

Zhou Lang gritted his teeth, "Then why would I..."

"Then I have to ask what the young master was thinking about just now." Nan Fengci did not mean it, he intentionally touched a few sensitive places of Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang was momentarily at a loss for words when he asked.

"Although indulgence hurts the body, but the young master suppresses too much, which hurts the body even more." Nan Fengci whispered in Zhou Lang's ear.

Zhou Lang felt something stuck on his back, and when he turned his head, he saw Nan Feng Ci sticking over, with his arms across his waist.

Zhou Lang bumped Nan Fengci's chest with his elbow, "Don't touch it!"

Nan Fengci's hand on that place stopped as expected, and then got into the quilt.

The mist in Zhou Lang's eyes, who was held by the soft spot, became even more foggy.

"Last time, I was rude and didn't make the young master happy, so I will take it as an apology today." Nan Fengci saw that Zhou Lang's earlobe was red.

"No, I myself..." The voice suddenly seemed to be choked by something, and then turned into a dull gasp.

Zhou Lang hadn't touched a woman for a long time, and it was Linghu Yin and Xie Yinghuai who were pestering him. One of them was rude, the other was torturing. He only dared to relieve it by himself, now that Nan Fengci held his soft spot, his legs, which had only regained some strength, went limp again.

Her legs curled up, "I'll do it myself, I don't need you..."

Nan Fengci blew into Zhou Lang's ear, "Young master, don't wrap my arms around me."

Hearing this, Zhou Lang spread his tightly twisted legs apart, wanting to get Nan Fengci's hand out, but unexpectedly, Nan Fengci got worse and made him limp into a puddle of water all at once.

Zhou Lang's face was buried in the quilt, and Nan Fengci's back stuck to it suddenly trembled.

Nan Fengci finally stopped, pulled out his arm, and wiped off the things on his hand with a white silk.

Zhou Lang didn't dare to raise his face, and buried himself in the quilt to pant.

"Young master's body needs to be adjusted for a year and a half. I'm right next to you. Why do you need to go to such lengths to find someone else?" Nan Fengci wiped his hands and threw away the white silk.

Zhou Lang, who was buried in the quilt, said in a muffled voice, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Nanfeng resigned, "I like you."

Zhou Lang really couldn't believe this liking, Nanfeng Ci's indifferent appearance when he killed someone is still vivid in his memory, even if he saved someone under his pleading, it's hard to hide his own cold nature.So Zhou Lang felt that it was Nanfeng who had changed his way of teasing him.

If Nanfeng Ci knew what Zhou Lang was thinking, he might not know whether to cry or laugh.The first time, he was seduced by Zhou Lang. He is a person with few desires, and he only likes to show some pleasure. Although it is very comfortable to have sex with Zhou Lang, it is too boring to force it all the time. It is better to take it slowly. .What he lacks the most is time, and doing his best to arrange everything and get what he wants is what he has always been best at.

He is different from Xie Yinghuai.What Xie Yinghuai wants is a momentary pleasure, but what he wants is a long time.

To make Zhou Lang cry and crawl all over the ground, or to make him shiver submissively when he calls his name, it is obvious that the latter is more to his liking.

"Young master, don't pretend to be sick, go out for a walk more, otherwise it will be difficult to think about going out in the future." Nan Feng said.

Zhou Lang raised his head, "Why?"

"Linghuyin has already started to move, and Xie Yinghuai is coming soon." Nan Fengci knew the two of them very well, as long as the two were in power, Lin'an would no longer be a safe place.

Zhou Lang knew about Linghuyin's rebellion, but Xie Yinghuai, once he went to the imperial city, there was no more movement.

Is it true that Xie Yinghuai is going to raise troops to rebel as Nan Fengci said?

Nan Fengci stretched out his hand to caress Zhou Lang's loose ink hair, "In less than a month at most, we won't be able to stay here in Lin'an—little master, you and I will go to Beidi, and leave Tianqing to them to fight."

Zhou Lang's home is in Lin'an, so why would he go to Beidi with him, "I won't go."

Nan Feng resigned, "Do you want to be captured by Linghu Yin, or imprisoned in the palace by Xie Yinghuai?"

Zhou Lang was speechless.

"We'll come back when they fight to the point of losing both sides." Nan Fengci saw it clearly, and even predicted the outcome of the fight between the two, "It's only a matter of three to five years. On one side, they are too busy raising troops to defend against Beidi, and they can't take care of you."

Zhou Lang didn't know why he got involved in such a turmoil. One was Tianqing's famous general, and the other was the romantic Lord Hou, but now the two of them were about to turn against each other.

"We'll go after we see Chuxue." Nan Fengci picked up a strand of Zhou Lang's hair with his fingers and wrapped it around his fingertips.

Zhou Lang knew that what Nanfeng Ci said was true, he could indeed escape by going to Beidi, but Zhou Yong was still in Guangling, once he went to Beidi, there was no news for three or five years, what would happen to Zhou Yong?

After thinking it over and over again, Zhou Lang said, "I won't go."

Nan Fengci's hands paused, his gaze deepened, "Why?"

"My father is still in Guangling. If I leave, if there is really a war, then my father..." Zhou Lang still has feelings for Zhou Yong.

Hearing that Zhou Lang was worried about his family, not Linghuyin or Xie Yinghuai, Nan Fengci felt a little better, "Linghuyin doesn't bother to threaten such a thing, even if he knows your father is in Guangling, he won't Will threaten you with him."

Zhou Lang listened to Nanfeng's speech so firmly, but still doubted it.

Nan Fengci knew Linghu Yin's character, so he was so sure.And Linghu Yin had already raised his troops, and he would not be able to come to Lin'an now, so he comforted Zhou Lang and said, "If you are worried, write a letter to your father."

Guangling is a place of right and wrong, Zhou Yong went to Guangling, and there is no news until now, he has been worried for a long time, now he heard Nanfeng's speech and wrote a letter, he immediately got up.

He put on his clothes, wrote halfway at the table, and suddenly asked Nan Fengci, "How did you send this letter to Guangling?" There was a war in Guangling, how did you send it in?

Since Nan Fengci dared to say that, it means that he has a way, "Just write."

The letter is sent in, but it may fall into Linghu Yin's hands first——

In Linghuyin's hands, Linghuyin has no choice, he is now in command of the three armies, and he has no way to separate himself.If Linghuyin had feelings for Zhou Lang, the letter would definitely fall into the hands of Zhou Lang's father.

Fortunately, Zhou Lang's father was in Guangling, if he was in Lin'an, he might not be able to see Chuxue - Xie Yinghuai is not a well-behaved person like Linghuyin.

Zhou Lang listened to Nan Feng Ci's words, finished the letter in doubt, and handed it to Nan Feng Ci.

Nanfeng Ci sent someone to Guangling.

Even if Zhou Lang is a person who doesn't care about the court situation, he can see that the rain is about to come and the house is full of wind. Nanfeng Ci can help him send letters from home. Regardless of personal enmity, he should really be grateful.

but……

Nanfeng Ci is best at watching people's hearts. Looking at Zhou Lang's expression, he can guess what he is thinking, "Don't thank me in a hurry, young master. I will help you and you will return it yourself."

Seeing his appearance, Zhou Lang immediately dismissed that idea.

Is there still less Nanfengci asked him for?Now Lin'an is not a place to stay for a long time, and he will not resign from Beidi with Nanfeng.At that time, if Xie Yinghuai really rebelled, he would find a way to escape from Nanfengci and take refuge in some remote countryside.

……

half a month later.

The family letter written by Zhou Lang himself was indeed as Nan Fengci expected, and was intercepted by Linghu Yin halfway.

Because it is such a sensitive time now, such a person who sneaked into the city was naturally arrested.

"General, a man sneaked into the city last night. He kept saying that he was an old acquaintance with you, and he came from Lin'an to join you." Originally, the man should have been killed directly, but because he claimed to be the old man of the general, he called a group of people. Hesitantly did not move.

Now it's winter and the wind is cold, but Linghuyin's clothes are soaked in sweat because of the martial arts practice just now, when someone reported this, because of the word "Lin'an", he raised his eyes, "Bring him to see me."

Since leaving Lin'an and going to Guangling, Linghuyin has more aura of a high-ranking person than when he was in the frontier, and the look of disdain is evident in his brows.

When the person was escorted up, Linghuyin glanced at the face, but he didn't recognize the face, "Kill him."

When the man was being dragged down, he thought of his master's entrustment to him, and shouted loudly, "General, it's Young Master Zhou, Young Master Zhou sent me here!"

Xiao Shiqing and Yan Cheng were both around Linghu Yin, and their expressions changed upon hearing the words.

Linghu Yin heard the word 'Mr. Zhou' suddenly, and walked up to the man in a few steps, "What did you say?"

The man was holding his arm, looking very frightened.

Linghu Yin said coldly, "Let him go."

The soldier holding him let go.

The man fell to the ground with a thump, and hastily handed out a letter from his arms, "This is a letter written by Mr. Zhou. He asked the villain to come to Guangling and send the letter to his father."

Linghuyin pulled the letter over, and saw that it was indeed Zhou Lang's handwriting.

Zhou Yong was in Guangling, he knew, and he sent people to take care of him more, but...

The gloominess between the brows became heavier.

A few days ago, Zhou Yong missed Zhou Lang and returned to Lin'an. He didn't stop him at that time, and even sent someone to escort Zhou Yong.He has already heard the news that Xie Yinghuai led troops into the imperial city in his name. If he consolidates his position in the past few days, he may go to Lin'an to look for Zhou Lang again. Zhou Lang is in Lin'an, and Zhou Yong is also in Lin'an. ...

He rubbed the letter in his palm.