Legend of the Orchid

Ting Jie smiled, and his breath sprayed on Zhong Lan's face, it was warm, with the fragrance of the summer night breeze, and he said, "I did it on purpose."

Zhong Lan also laughed, feeling that any perverse behavior in front of the master was not considered ashamed, so she devoted herself to being gentle with Ting Jie.

After the two of them had dinner in the room, Ting Jie hugged Zhong Lan to take a bath. Ting Jie was willing to be a servant and rubbed Zhong Lan's body up and down, but he struck so hard that he almost wiped off a layer of skin , the other party grinned in pain.

After finally waiting for Tingjie to finish the task of scrubbing, Zhong Lan had already turned red all over, like a cooked shrimp. He thought to himself that he was more tired after being scrubbed than the one who was scrubbing, so he felt angry and pouted slightly With pink lips, she leaned on the edge of the bathtub and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

Seeing this, Ting Jie smiled helplessly, his Lan'er was always like this, as soon as he was favored, he immediately raised his tail, regardless of his identity.

"Lan'er, you are mine." Zhao Tingjie bit Li Zhonglan's lips lightly with his teeth, and murmured.

Li Zhonglan slowly raised his eyelids, and immediately saw the stars in the eyes of the other party. He smiled and wanted to say something, but he frowned shyly, and his eyes drifted away.

At this time, a whisper came into his eardrums, which suddenly shocked his heart: "I am yours too!"

Zhong Lan's eyes were wide open, she looked blankly at the courtyard steps, but saw that the other person's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, without any sharpness or sarcasm, she suddenly felt a flower blooming wantonly in her heart, she couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth, and she took the initiative to move forward and gave the courtyard steps a kiss.

It was rare to see Zhonglan's enthusiasm in Tingjie, her heart was happy, she hugged each other and refused to let go, the two kissed a long kiss, as if they wanted to kiss back the time that was missed in the past two years, how many things Shaoguang buried, if they were not there In the Emperor's house, life must be much simpler and happier.

After the two reluctantly let go of each other, Zhong Lan appealed to the question that had been pent up for two years: "Ting Jie, why did you leave two years ago without saying goodbye?"

Zhao Tingjie smiled and said nothing, just stroked Zhonglan's cheek with his hand, but Zhonglan didn't let him go, pouted and asked: "I wrote you so many letters back then, why didn't you reply?"

Ting Jie's starry eyes dimmed, and she turned Zhong Lan around quickly. Seeing that Ting Jie deliberately avoided the topic, Zhong Lan shouted anxiously: "Ting Jie, tell me quickly!"

Ting Jie didn't answer, but stepped forward, a current of electricity immediately invaded Zhong Lan's body, causing his body to convulse, Zhong Lan gasped for a moment, and was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "Zhao Ting Jie, you bastard!"

Waves of pool water were slapped on the ground, replacing Zhao Tingjie's answer. Li Zhonglan had no time to think, and soon succumbed to the bewildered joy.

The two quarreled all night, and it was only after the first dawn in the east that Zhong Lan realized that the court steps still needed to go to court, so she squinted her eyes and pushed each other's arms, reminding weakly: "The court steps, it's time to go to court."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Tingjie frowned in distress, turned over, and laid himself heavily on Zhonglan's body again, buried his mouth in Zhonglan's neck, and said in a low voice, "I'm not going."

Zhong Lan felt that the steps were as heavy as a boulder, but she was reluctant to push them away. Instead, she hugged the step's back with her hands and gently stroked her white hair.The skin of Ting Jie is also very smooth, like silk satin, very comfortable to the touch.

Ting Jie's warm breath sprayed on Zhong Lan's skin. He probably couldn't fall asleep, so he murmured with a smile: "From now on, the king will not go to court early."

Zhong Lan suddenly felt a "thump" in her heart, thinking, even if he successfully got rid of Zhao Kuangyin, what should he do if Ting Jie inherits the throne?Is it necessary to remove court steps in order to restore the country?He is so distressed that Ting Jie regards him as an enemy. Will he take the initiative to be Ting Jie's enemy in the future?

Zhong Lan was thinking wildly, Ting Jie moved her face closer, rubbed the tip of Zhong Lan's slightly upturned nose with her straight nose, and then began to kiss her.

Forget it, let's talk about things later.Zhong Lan sighed secretly, and began to respond seriously to the other party.

In the morning, Dao'an had been wandering around in front of Zhao Tingjie's house, but seeing that the door was closed and he didn't even open a window, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "Deng Tuzi!"

At noon, the door finally opened, and a servant brought food in. Half an hour later, the servant came out to pack up the tableware and brought hot water in. After another half hour, the servant came out with a bathtub, and the door closed again. Zhao Tingjie He and Li Zhonglan still couldn't come out.

Daoan slapped his forehead in pain, and lamented, "A pervert!"

In the evening, as usual, someone came to clean up and deliver dinner. The candles in the room were lit up. From the silhouette of the window, two figures cuddling together could be seen. One of them was feeding the other, but soon the two The two shadows came together again, as if there was only one figure left.

Dao'an couldn't take it anymore, he covered his head and let out a scream. He felt that the boring journey of cultivating immortals was beckoning to him again, and he couldn't help but lamented in his heart: I finally wanted to go back to the world of mortals, how could I meet such a person? Tough bone?

The next morning, the court finally went to court, and Zhong Lan didn't get up until the sun was high. After waking up, he was afraid of being blamed, so he wanted to see the master who had been neglected by him for a long time.

Zhong Lan couldn't call out the paper figurine who was looking for people during the day, but her intuition told him that the master should still be in the Zhao residence, so she washed up hastily and prepared to go out.

As soon as he opened the door, before he walked a few steps, a small stone hit his ankle accurately.Zhong Lan's legs were already weak and his whole body was sore, but under this blow, his legs and feet lost their center of gravity, his knees slammed on the ground, and he knelt down.

"Good apprentice, it's not too late to pay respects to the teacher!" On the magnolia tree next to him, someone was laughing loudly, Zhong Lan followed the prestige, and it turned out to be Master Dao'an.

"Master, why did you hit me?" Zhong Lan said helplessly.He stood up and patted the dust off his hands and clothes.

"Because I am your master, I want to beat you." Daoan jumped down from the tree and jumped to the side of the apprentice, smiling playfully.

Zhong Lan almost fainted when he heard the rascal's words, but fortunately he was used to seeing Master's absurdity, so he didn't care about it, but looked at Master's hair, and asked doubtfully, "Master, aren't you white-haired? Why..."

"I'm dyed black, can't I?" Dao'an gave Zhong Lan a supercilious look, and he immediately winked at his apprentice again, "How? Are you much younger?"

Zhong Lan nodded.Indeed, the master was originally white-haired and childlike, and he looked like he was only in his early thirties, but now that his white hair has turned black, he looks even younger, and he seems to be the same age as Ting Jie.

"Master, how did you know His Highness Zhao, and how did you help him? Don't you want to cultivate immortality?" Zhong Lan asked like a cannonball.

Dao'an pretended to sigh deeply: "It's all fate!"

Zhong Lan stared blankly at her master.

So Dao'an talked eloquently: "A few days ago, I went to the mountains in the suburbs of Beijing to collect herbs. His Highness Zhao happened to be hunting. As a result, the sword and arrow had no eyes. He shot me in the shoulder with an arrow, so he brought me back to heal my wounds."

Zhong Lan was surprised: "Master, you are so powerful that you can be hit by an arrow?"

"Of course." Dao'an said firmly, "His Royal Highness Zhao is very powerful in martial arts, and I am convinced that I was defeated by him. Besides, his face is like a crown jade, and a jade tree faces the wind. I only look at him, how can I see the arrow?"

"Master!" Zhong Lan was in a hurry, wanting to stop the master's nonsense, but he vaguely felt that the master had really moved his mind on the court steps, and he was a little unhappy.

Dao'an immediately understood his apprentice's thoughts, and teased: "The guy who made you cry a year ago was Zhao Dezhao?"

Zhong Lan nodded, and said shyly, "His Royal Highness Zhao belongs to disciples."

Dao'an said "tsk tsk" twice, shook his head and sighed: "Are you eager to declare your sovereignty? Hey, sad, Master has long lost weight in your heart!"

Zhong Lan quickly waved her hands, and just about to say something nice, she heard Dao'an say: "I used to raise a little white dog named Xiao Bai. At that time, I was not sensible and always beat Xiao Bai. Xiao Bai was beaten by me. After the beating, I hid in the nest and cried, but as soon as I called it, it immediately forgot about being unhappy, and happily just circled around me all day..."

"Master!" Zhong Lan yelled angrily. If he had a beard, Dao'an would definitely be blown away with anger.

Daoan also knew that his comparison was a bit too much, so he could only hold back his smile and said seriously, "How did you get designed by King Jin?"

Zhong Lan recounted what happened to her that day.

Dao'an pondered: "Water sinking and loosening are only available to people in Shenzang Valley. Although it has the effect of relieving force, it will not happen so quickly. The pot of orchid you smelled should be coated with bone paste that makes people tired. "

Zhong Lan immediately thought of Baochun, and her disgust for it deepened.

Dao'an looked at Zhonglan's black hair, shook his head again, and said in disgust, "Disciple, why didn't your lover wash your hair? You can bear such a careless person?"

He looked at Zhong Lan flatteringly, and wanted to say something more, but Zhong Lan made a decisive decision and said first: "Master, your hair is also dirty, let me wash it for you."

Dao'an suffocated and had no choice but to give up. The master and apprentice set up an open space in the courtyard, stood and sat down and began to wash their hair.

A maid happened to pass by with a paper kite. Seeing this, the paper kite in her hand fell to the ground.

But I saw a man in white clothes with long hair reaching his waist holding a white porcelain water bottle, pouring it carefully on the three thousand black hair of a man in green clothes.

The man in Tsing Yi closed his eyes and smiled like a flower. The crystal clear stream washed over his jade-like forehead, then happily dripped from the tip of his tall nose, and flowed down the corner of his curved lips to his small chin. The human clothes fluttered, as if walking out of a fairyland.

The maid was stunned, and only three words remained in her mind: beautiful and picturesque.