I have the beauty of the villain's love

The candlesticks in the room were flickering, and Zhou Lang, who was sitting at the table, was so sleepy from reading that he was about to fall asleep with his arms propped up several times.

"Young master." A voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Zhou Lang tilted his head on his arm, waking up from a half-asleep state.Because of sitting for too long, when he moved suddenly, his legs became numb.

"Come in." Zhou Lang pushed away the book in front of him, and reached out to rub his legs.

Chiba came in from the door.

At night, there was a chill outside, and even Qianye's body seemed to be tainted with a bit of biting chill.

Zhou Lang looked up, and the flickering candlelight cast flickering shadows on his face, "Why are you looking for me?"

"My lord, the weather is dry today, and some nourishing soup has been boiled in the kitchen." Qianye put the snow-white porcelain bowl in front of Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang was still rubbing his legs, because the blood vessels were not smooth, his legs felt numb and itchy, and he didn't look at Qianye, "Let it go."

Qianye stood in front of the table and stared at Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang rubbed his thighs for a while, and when he saw the shadow in front of him was still there, he raised his head again, "Is there anything else?"

"Young Master, drink while it's hot." Although knowing that such urging would make Zhou Lang suspicious, Qianye still said it.

Zhou Lang frowned, but he didn't think about it, "I'll drink it later, you go out."

Qianye gave him another deep look, and said 'resignation, slave' before going out.

Zhou Lang was really busy these few days and panicked. Linghu Yin dealt with military affairs every day, so he could only stay in the yard, even if he couldn't help but go out for a walk, he didn't dare to go too far. Don't pick up the fun that I spent the first half of my life, but doing something that sounds elegant like calligraphy and painting is boring.

The book he was reading was about the art of war, and he didn't know anything about it, so when he read it forcibly, he felt dizzy.

The soup in front of him still exuded the fragrance of lotus seeds, Zhou Lang just felt thirsty, so he picked it up and took a few sips.After drinking, he put the bowl on the table, put away the books on the table, and went back to lie down on the bed.

Because he was sleepy from reading, he fell asleep after a while.The closed window was pushed open a gap from the outside, blowing and shaking the flame on the candlestick.

After sleeping in the middle of the night, Zhou Lang woke up from the heat. He slept in a drowsy state, but his body was covered with sweat, and his clothes were stuck to his body. He sat up from the bed and stretched out his hand to tear off the collar a little.Still very hot.

He put away the white bear skin on the bed long ago and gave it back to Linghuyin. Linghuyin didn't want it, so he put it in his room. The sun is not so hot.

Zhou Lang tossed and turned on the bed for a while, he couldn't bear the heat anymore, he climbed off the bed and poured a cup of cold tea into his stomach, but the coolness quickly dissipated.

He got hotter.

Beads of sweat trickled down his face, and when he touched it with his hand, he found that the back of his hand was covered with a layer of chill.

Zhou Lang walked around the room a few times with bare feet, and he took the books on the table and fanned them in his hand, but after a while, he felt very sleepy again, fell on the bed and just closed his eyes and was woken up by the heat.

The sweat-soaked bed was ripped out of its folds, and Zhou Lang lay on his back on the bed, pulling away the folds to fan his body.

The pillow was kicked off the bed, and the red toes curled up.

——Why is it so hot?

Zhou Lang already felt weird, but what was even weirder was that the heat turned into something even stranger, making his body hot and urgently needed something to get close to to relieve the heat.

Outside the window, a pair of eyes looked at Zhou Lang who was tossing and turning on the couch.

"Qianye—Qianye—" Zhou Lang vaguely remembered that Qianye was on duty today.

Qianye Yinghe's voice came from outside the door, "My lord."

"Come in." Zhou Lang's lips were dry. He is not a man of asceticism. He came to the border from Lin'an without a woman to wait on him. He had already endured everything. Today's sudden heat caused his psychological defense to collapse.

Qianye walked in, staring at Zhou Lang who was lying on the bed with his head tilted with dark eyes, "My lord, what's wrong?"

"Is there any woman in the army? Go find one for me." Zhou Lang raised his eyes and glanced at Qianye, but Qianye had his back to the candlestick, so he couldn't see the expression on Qianye's face clearly.

Qianye's voice was cold and slightly mocking, "Young master is confused, where are there women in the army?"

Zhou Lang remembered that there was a town not far from the border, and there were wandering warblers in the town, and it took only half an hour to go there quickly, "Then go to the town and find me one."

Zhou Lang's clothes were torn apart by himself, and the collarbone exposed on his chest became more eye-catching because of his panting.

"My lord, prostitutes are not allowed in the army." Qianye seemed to be just reminding him.

Zhou Lang supported himself and sat up from the bed. He wanted to reprimand Qianye, but when he suddenly thought of Linghurou at home, he forcibly suppressed the sudden heat, "Forget it, you go out."

"My lord, why are you sweating so much?" Qianye was still standing by the bed.

Zhou Lang closed his eyes, lying on the bed with his legs bent, the book in his hand was crumpled by the wind, and he murmured unconsciously, "Hot..."

Qianye came to the bed, a strange smile appeared on his originally handsome and heroic face.

He stretched out his hand and touched Zhou Lang's sweaty forehead, "Young master won't be so hot if you take off your clothes."

Zhou Lang waved his hand away, his lower body seemed to be thriving, and he felt ashamed in his heart, so he turned around and wanted to use the thin quilt to hide his embarrassed appearance, "Go out."

Qianye held his shoulder again, "My lord."

"Go out—" Zhou Lang clutched the quilt.

"Isn't your son looking for a woman?" Qianye bent down, and the black shadow cast by her body completely enveloped Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang lay sideways in his shadow.

Qianye pulled apart the loose clothes on his body, but Zhou Lang suddenly turned his head and glared at him, "I tell you to get out!"

Qianye's hands paused, and Zhou Lang in front of him closed his eyes again, and opened his mouth slightly, which was more attractive than before.

Today there is no incense burner, but the Zishu incense in the room is stronger than usual.

Zhou Lang's clothes fell apart, revealing his snow-white neck and thin shoulders.

"My lord seems to be very sad." Qianye was used to Zhou Lang's appearance of being strong on the outside but capable on the inside.The handsome young man with such a face is very attractive to women, but he doesn't know that he is more eye-catching than those women. He often likes to pose as a superior, but in fact he is timid by nature. If you force him a little bit, he will obey obediently.

The hair covering his face was lifted, revealing his beautiful face.

Such a beautiful face, when sober, would put on a haughty look in front of him.Now that arrogance is gone, only this lovable appearance remains.

The ankle was held by someone, and now Zhou Lang was using all his energy to resist the scorching heat, and he didn't notice Qianye's movement at all.

Qianye had already thought about how to treat him tonight, but when Zhou Lang folded his entire posture and lay in front of him, all kinds of love and pity surged in his heart.

He is obviously a prodigal prodigal, he has a family and wants to hang out with women outside, and he is pretending to be poked by others... But why did he dream of it every night without knowing when? The woman next to him didn't even bother to look at it.

The hem of the clothes was lifted, revealing the snow-white legs hidden inside.

Qianye kissed Zhou Lang's toes, supported the bed with the other hand, and bent his legs.

Zhou Lang's mind is still not clear, he is addicted to sensuality, and his body is easier to tease than other people. After several burns, the hand pressed under his body can't help but lift the hem of his clothes and sneak in.

Qianye grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out of his clothes.

"My lord is really uncomfortable because of this matter." Qianye's lips clung to Zhou Lang's ear, "Why do you need to trouble your lord with such a matter, just leave it to the servants."

Zhou Lang was distracted and didn't know if he heard it or not.

Qianye stretched out her hand, and lifted Zhou Lang's clothes up to his calf——

The door was suddenly pushed open, Ah Qi stood at the door.

"What are you doing!" Ah Qisan, who was enraged by the scene in front of her, rushed forward in two steps, pulling Qianye away from Zhou Lang's body.

Qianye was unprepared all of a sudden, was torn apart, and took a few steps back to stabilize.

Ah Qi sat on the bed, put down Zhou Lang's clothes that had been lifted up to the thighs, and supported Zhou Lang's shoulders, pulling his clothes to wrap him tightly.

"It's so hot—" Zhou Lang murmured.

Only then did Ah Qi see Zhou Lang's weirdness at the moment, he turned his head and stared at Qianye with a gloomy expression, "What did you do to the young master?"

When Qianye was going out, she had already put some sleeping pills in the tea that Ah Qi drank on weekdays. She thought it was safe, but she didn't expect——

The hot sweat on Zhou Lang's body stained Ah Qi's hands, and Ah Qi turned to look at Zhou Lang, seeing his cheeks getting redder, terrified and furious, "You took the medicine?!"

Chiba didn't deny it.

Ah Qi lifted Zhou Lang up from the bed.

"Where are you taking him?" Qianye stopped in front of him.

"Get out of the way!" Ah Qi hugged Zhou Lang, only to feel that his skin was terribly hot.

"It's useless for you to take him out, there are no women in the barracks." Qianye said, "Besides, I just touch him and get up tomorrow—he won't find out."

Ah Qi was stubborn, "Get out of the way!"

Seeing that it didn't make sense, Qianye wanted to stop Ah Qi in the room, but unexpectedly, another Qianhe came out of the door.

"You want to stop me too?"

Qian He came after hearing the voice, seeing Ah Qi and Qian Ye confronting each other, and seeing Zhou Lang's expression, he glanced at Qian Ye, "You have gone too far."

"I didn't do what you wanted to do but didn't dare to do it?" Qianye didn't expect Qianhe to come over, and the unexpected thing made his words tinged with a bit of sharp irony.

But Qian He didn't answer, he stopped Qian Ye, and Qian Ye fought with him.

Ah Qi carried Zhou Lang to the stable to lead the horse. Zhou Lang was hugged by Ah Qi, and the cool wind outside was blowing on his face, and his chaotic mind became clearer.

Seeing Zhou Lang open his eyes, Ah Qi explained to him, "My lord, I will take you to the town. There are women in the town—you just have to bear with it."

The moonlight was dim, and Ah Qi led the horse out of the stable, snorting.

Zhou Lang vaguely knew what he ate, which made him feel this uncontrollable hotness. He originally planned to do so, but when he was held in Ah Qi's arms, he inexplicably thought of the day when Linghu Rou pressed on him. The tears that fell on his face...

Now he is hundreds of miles away from Linghurou, and Linghurou is grounded in the mansion, it is absolutely impossible to chase here.

Just, just...

Those women's affairs seemed to have become a thing of the past. When he used to hug each other happily, he never felt a little bit ashamed in his heart.Now that he has decided to leave Linghu Rourou, he can regain his freedom when he returns to Lin'an, but when he thinks of the tears that fell on Linghurou's face when he was leaving, he feels that he has really become that hideous face. heartless people.

Ah Qi got on her horse.

Zhou Lang in his arms suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

Ah Qi lowered her head, seeing Zhou Lang's face flushed by the heat, "I won't go, I won't go."

"Son..."

"Go get a bucket of cold water."