Legend of the Orchid

How Zhong Lan got back to the Hou's Mansion, he himself didn't know, how many people were looking at him, trying to talk to him, and deliberately touching his hands along the way, he didn't know at all. Staggered back to the residence.

As soon as he sat down, he felt that his chest was congested, and it was difficult to breathe. His ears were filled with the sharp whistling sound of the whip across the sky, which made his heart throbbing. With that ruthless push before, I felt that my heart couldn't hold it anymore, and it was about to fall into countless blood-stained fragments.

Just sitting in front of the window in such a daze for a long time, Zhong Lan decided to make up for his mistakes, so he wrote a long letter of apology to Ting Jie, in which he explained the cause and effect in detail, and described his own feelings towards the truth. Ting Jie expressed his loyalty.

After finishing writing, Zhong Lan became worried again. He remembered the time when he first met Ting Jie. In the winter of that year, after he parted with the court steps, the court steps disappeared like a yellow crane, so how many letters he wrote would be able to control him?

What a cruel man.Zhong Lan furrowed her eyebrows and sighed heavily.

Good things don’t succeed, but bad things always come true. Zhong Lan’s letter was returned intact, and the servant who delivered the letter was beaten up. Lan's servant, Sarah.

Unwilling to give up, Zhong Lan asked the maid to deliver the letter. As a result, the maid was not beaten, but she was scolded a lot and the letter was returned.

Zhong Lan had no choice but to write another sincere letter, and deliberately flattered her, describing her endless admiration for Ting Jie, which made him roll his eyes, beat his chest and stamp his feet, and finally suppressed the coldness to send the letter After finishing writing, Zhong Lan sent another maid to deliver the letter.

This time, the maid didn't get scolded, but got a bucket of cold water, and she became drowned directly, and Zhong Lan's painstaking efforts that had been spent for an hour were also soaked.

Zhao Tingjie spoke directly: From now on, all people and things related to Li Zhonglan will be gone!

Zhong Lan kept on shutting the door, scratching his heart and liver in anxiety. Just when he was at a loss what to do, he suddenly thought of a person——Zhao Guangmei.

Zhao Guangmei is also Ting Jie's uncle, but he doesn't care about power and power, he only cares about poetry, poetry, calligraphy and painting, plus he has a baby face that is naturally close to others, the relationship between the uncle and nephew should be quite harmonious.

The next time Zhao Guangmei visited Li Yu, Zhong Lan salivated and begged Zhao Guangmei to take her to the courtyard. Zhong Lan said: "I heard that His Highness Zhao has been injured recently. I have been taken care of by His Highness Zhao in the past. I don't know when the prince will visit His Highness Zhao. , can you bring Zhong Lan to visit with me?"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Guangmei was at a loss, and asked Zhong Lan: "Dezhao was injured? Why didn't I know?"

Now Li Zhonglan's head was full of black lines, thinking that your uncle is really crazy, and lamented that the two sides were really good at hiding it. Seeing Zhao Guangmei's anxious expression, he immediately became more fond of Zhao Guangmei, but his tone was tight: " Zhong Lan just heard about it."

Zhao Guangmei is impatient. Hearing what Zhong Lan said, she immediately went to see the courtyard.Li Yu heard Li Zhonglan say that His Royal Highness Zhao had a good relationship with him, and he suddenly felt comforted. He felt that he had finally found a strong backer, so he couldn't help but look at Li Zhonglan even more differently.

Ever since, Zhao Guangmei and Li Zhonglan drove to the Tingjie Mansion together, but it was a pity that Zhong Lan had been here, and his appearance was really unforgettable. outside the door.

Zhao Guangmei was startled and angry, and scolded the servants: "Mr. Li is a distinguished guest, have you eaten the bear's heart and leopard's gall?"

The servant timidly begged for mercy and said: "Your Majesty, forgive me, our master has said that Mr. Li is not allowed to enter the door, you dare not disobey orders!"

Zhao Guangmei glanced at Zhong Lan suspiciously, and the latter pursed her lips in embarrassment.Fortunately, Zhao Guangmei was very generous. He patted Zhonglan's sleeve and comforted him: "It seems that there is some misunderstanding in this. Mr. Li, you go back first, and I will ask Dezhao what happened, and let him come to see you some other day." .”

Zhong Lan looked at Zhao Guangmei gratefully, adding another layer of affection to this King Qin with a joyful childlike face.

The next day, when Zhao Guangmei saw Zhong Lan again, she immediately said, "What's your relationship with Dezhao?"

Zhong Lan was taken aback, her face gradually flushed red, and he didn't know how to describe the relationship with Ting Jie, the first word that popped up in his mind was "male pet", but immediately, this lowly word was like a root The steel needle pierced his heart one by one, causing him unbearable heartache.

Before Zhonglan could speak, Zhao Guangmei asked again, "I told Dezhao that you were coming, and he was very angry when he heard your name. Is there something wrong between you two? I have never seen Dezhao like this."

Zhong Lan smiled wryly, this festival was indeed quite big, and it had lasted for several years. In desperation, he had no choice but to falter and make up a lie, saying that Ting Jie was injured because he suffered it for himself, but instead of thanking Ting Jie at that time, On the contrary, he was still arrogant and rude to him, and now he felt very sorry, so he wanted to ask the King of Qin to introduce him, so that he could come to apologize.

Zhao Guangmei seemed to understand. He smiled and said, "No wonder Dezhao is angry. He said he was bitten by a mad dog. He probably thought he was good at it and shouldn't be injured."

Zhong Lan's eyes widened, she was almost out of breath, damn it, Zhao Tingjie called him a mad dog!Fortunately, he was so anxious to visit him!

But after getting angry, people still want to see each other. Zhao Guangmei said that Tingjie has been intoxicated with singing and dancing recently, and she is going to invite a leading dancer for her nephew in the Zuihonglou, so that the uncle and nephew can enjoy the singing and dancing again in another day. Maybe when the nephew is happy, he will agree to see Zhonglan up.

Zhong Lan felt sour. This is Ting Jie's latest habit. It seems to have lasted for a while. He suddenly had an absurd idea, so he whispered to Zhao Guangmei. The latter was obviously shocked: "Are you sure you can?" ?”

Zhong Lan nodded with shame on her face.

Three days later, Zhao Guangmei's uncle and nephew were drinking in Zhao Tingjie's garden. In front of them, a group of brightly dressed women were dancing.

All the dancers are dressed in red, with their chests half open and smiling, but the leading dancer is wearing a half blue butterfly mask, her chest is tightly wrapped, and she doesn't smile. Although her dancing posture is smart, it lacks the seductiveness unique to brothel girls. Compared with the dancing girls around her, she is more noble but not charming enough.

Holding a mutton jade cup on the court steps, he glanced at the lead dancer with the same chest, frowned and said, "Why is the lead dancer of the Zuihonglou so thin?"

Zhao Guangmei coughed in embarrassment, and rounded up the situation: "I heard that the capital city has recently become a flying swallow. Women regard thinness as beauty, and they all hope that they can be thinner."

"It's quite tall." Ting Jie said playfully, his eyes turned and stayed on the two red lips that were not covered by the mask of the leading dancer.

For some reason, that lip always made him feel very familiar, and Li Zhonglan's face appeared before his eyes.Zhao Tingjie frowned angrily, looked away, and wanted to concentrate on drinking.

But Zhong Lan’s face can’t get out of his mind, he pouted and smiled coquettishly, he slightly opened his mouth and nibbled on the cherry, and when he was emotional, the clear and tactful wailing in his throat was like glass hitting jade , the spiritual tongue slightly protruded from the lips, licking it seductively, longing to be sucked wantonly...

"Crack!" Zhao Tingjie was lost in memory, completely unaware that his fingers were exerting force, and the mutton fat jade cup was suddenly crushed by him, and the transparent nectar exuded a unique aroma, washing away the bloody smell between his fingers.

Zhao Guangmei was surprised: "Dezhao, your hand!" Then she regretted: "Your favorite cup!"

"It's okay." Zhao Tingjie let go of his hand, and the jade pieces fell to the ground scatteredly. He took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the wound, but glanced casually at the woman leading the dance.

The woman's movements were chaotic, and her body was also stiff. She only paid attention to the movements on the steps of the courtyard, and couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the music.

Zhao Tingjie's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and he stood up with a "chuckle", his eyes glaring with anger, and he walked towards the woman leading the dance step by step.

The woman was obviously frightened, and she stopped pretending to dance. As the steps approached, she backed up involuntarily, and finally staggered and fell to the ground.

A big hand swept across the golden sunlight, and quickly took off the mask. Li Zhonglan's pretty face had nowhere to hide, so she turned to the side mournfully.

However, Zhao Tingjie was not so easy to talk to. He condescended to bend down, pinched Zhong Lan's chin with two strong fingers, and forced Zhong Lan to look directly at him.

Zhong Lan felt that his jaw was about to be crushed. He couldn't bear the pain. He used both hands to pull Tingjie's wrist, but the opponent not only didn't move at all, but increased the strength of his hand. He grunted in pain and his eyes were wet. up.

"Didn't you say you won't dance for me? Why, you still want to please me?" Ting Jie laughed jokingly, staring deeply at Zhong Lan's wrinkled little face.

"Dezhao, let go of Mr. Li, don't treat him like this." Zhao Guangmei rushed to the rescue.

"Dance well for me today. If you dance well, I may forgive you." Ting Jie finally let go of Zhong Lan. He looked at Zhong Lan's chin, and there was a large red mark on that white chin.

Zhong Lan remained silent, his long eyelashes drooping like butterfly wings, casting two fan-shaped shadows in the sunlight.

Even if he could not make Ting Jie angry, he would never dance in public. His dignity prevented him from doing so. Now he tightened his sleeves and confronted Ting Jie with silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

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