Shengjing Conspiracy

"You shouldn't have come to the border town."

"Should you come?" Wen Youqing looked at Yang Su, "Once what you are doing now is found out, it will be a serious crime against the Jiu Clan."

Yang Sumu kept silent, Wen Youqing got angry when he saw him like this, and wanted to say a few more words, but the door was pushed open again.

The maids dressed in Raksha country costumes filed in, and the leader of them walked to the bed, ignored Yang Su, and said indifferently to Wen Youqing: "My lord, the hot water and clothes are ready, and the dinner will start in an hour. Please prepare as soon as possible."

They called out to the adults, but there was no respect in their tone or eyes. Obviously, they all knew Wen Youqing's status as a prisoner, and it was right to think about it. How could the national teacher send ordinary maids to serve him.

Yang Su didn't care if he was ignored, he just happened to be embarrassed by Wen Youqing's question, and he took the opportunity to leave at this time, but the back could not hide his embarrassment, he clearly fled in despair.

What happened to him?

Wen Youqing was still thinking about this question until she was soaked in the water, the maid behind the screen asked, "My lord, do you need to serve me?"

"No, let's go out."

He didn't care about this person's attitude, not to mention the difference in serving the master, but even if there was a difference between a man and a woman, he would not lose his elegance by fussing over a woman.

"There are guards outside, just tell him if you need anything, and he will send you to the dinner later." The maid left the room after she finished speaking, as if she didn't want to stay for a moment, poor Wen Yanyan was the number one since she was a child. This is the first time I have been so disgusted.

Feeling bored, she flicked water on her body, but Wen Youqing's muscles were tense when she was calm, so the moment the door was pushed open, Wen Youqing quickly pulled up the coat on the shelf and put it on.

"Who?"

The people who came in were also stunned by his sudden movement, and said in a condescending voice: "My lord, I am the guard of this courtyard."

"Then what are you doing here?" Wen Youqing took advantage of the emptiness to fasten her clothes, "Go out if you have nothing to do."

He waited for quite a while, but the guards didn't go out either. Although they were all men, their clothes were half wet and almost transparent. He was not in the habit of showing them to others, so he said again: "Why not—uh!"

Before he finished speaking, the guard rushed over and covered Wen Youqing's mouth without giving him a chance to react, blocking the other party's chance to call for help.

Being completely restrained in the arms of the tall and strong man, Wen Youqing was almost unable to move, dragged to the bed, he tried to struggle, but all ended in failure.

"Hmm!" Being pushed down on the bed by a man in guard uniform, Wen Youqing glared viciously at the person above him, and he found that there was a deep emerald color in this person's eyes.

Jing Yun!

"The little bastard's skin is thin and tender, and this little face is really smooth to the touch." Jing Yun touched Wen Youqing's face as he said, teaching people not to forget to wipe the oil, "Isn't it very courageous, why can't you move now? It’s over, you’ve already been eaten by someone else.”

Who are you calling a bastard!

Who would be so bold but you!

Where are you touching, you bastard!

Wen Youqing blushed with anger, but no matter how much she cursed in Jing Yun's eyes, what she said was, "Brother Yun, I was wrong, you hurt me."

Very cowardly, very soft.

A gentleman does something and doesn't do something, and when he is cowardly, he is cowardly, and he is not ashamed.

After tossing and lurking all the way, Jing Yun, who was lurking all the way, was called out by his soft voice, and he let out his anger very disappointingly. He pinched the face of the person in his arms, and stood up, "Hurry up and clean up, wait for the dinner party later." It's started, and I'll go with you."

The mountain-like weight finally left. Wen Youqing was pressed for a long time to catch her breath, lying on the bed unable to lift her arms.

Jing Yun looked down at him. On the dark bed, the beauty Ruyu was only wearing a light-colored coat after taking a bath. The slender and delicate collarbone neck was inadvertently exposed in front of the man, and the black hair scattered on the bed. Her cheeks were flushed and she panted lightly, her eyes also took on the color of water, and her soft and tender lips were as charming as spring peaches and vermilion fruits.

If it wasn't for the wrong time, place and place, Jing Yun would definitely not let this person go, but now is not the time, so he just clenched his fists and loosened them a few times, threw them down, packed up and walked out of the room as soon as possible.

Wen Youqing managed to slow down, and before she had time to ask Jing Yun why she was here, she was thrown into the room, and she watched Jing Yun leave in a daze.

Could it be that this person is still angry?

Is my coquettishness not working?

It's okay, if it doesn't work once, it will work twice, Wen Youqing firmly believed.

And Jing Yun, who was outside the house, looked at his body and smiled helplessly, it really didn't live up to expectations.

Thinking like this in my heart, but the quite fragrant scene in my mind is hard to erase, I can only recall it again and again.

……

The Raksha State has been established for more than 100 years. According to the law of the rise and fall of a country, the Raksha State has reached the later stage, but the so-called emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the Raksha State still has some financial resources.

For example, when Wen Youqing walked into the main hall and saw the gold utensils everywhere in the hall, he deeply felt that there was a huge cultural difference between the Central Plains area and the Mobei area. If these ornaments were placed in a large family in Kyoto Prefecture, they would definitely be called vulgar Nai, but seeing it in this Raksha Palace, it is a rare exotic style.

There are only two seats in the hall except the throne. Wen Youqing sat down according to the instructions. After a while, a middle-aged man sat down opposite, but no one came to sit down on the throne.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wen. Your majesty is not feeling well. It may take a while to arrive. Why don't we start first?" The middle-aged man clapped his hands as he said this. It was extravagant noise.

"The national teacher is really a high and powerful person." Wen Youqing didn't touch the thing in front of him.

Sitting there, he didn't appear tense when he was too rigid, nor did he look loose when he was soft. He was dressed in snow-colored clothes, neither humble nor overbearing, and he looked like a fairy with orchids and jade trees.

The biggest expectation of dancers who indulge in singing and dancing is to climb up to a high-ranking official, even if it is to get the position of a concubine, and the person in front of them who they don't know their identity but can't hide their nobleness will soon become their favorite. The object of attention.

Jing Yun, who was standing behind Wen Youqing, had a panoramic view of these gazes, because the nerves that had not been completely relaxed in the scene in the room before were touched, but thinking of his identity at this time, it took a lot of effort to hold back.

Jing Yun's mental activities are naturally unknown to Wen Youqing, and his attention at this time is on the national teacher opposite.

"My lord Wen has been praised too much. I am also a courtier, and I just share your worries for you." The national teacher said calmly.

What a shameless person, and I don't know if the true Rakshasa King, who doesn't know life and death, will be pissed off if he doesn't die when he hears this.

"Really, I haven't asked before." Wen Youqing held up the wine glass, "I don't know why the national teacher will invite you here?"