Legend of the Orchid

"Just do whatever you want." Dao'an said gloatingly, adding fuel to the fire, he raised Zhong Lan's chin with his index finger, his expression was very ambiguous, "Who told you to run to Wei Shi's side?"

Zhong Lan was dumbfounded, before he could react, his arm was grabbed by the court steps, and the other party violently pulled him away from Dao'an.Zhong Lan was hungry and didn't sleep well, she was suddenly top-heavy and unable to stand, so she had to lean on the steps to gain a foothold.

Dao'an looked at his apprentice's white lips and absent-minded eyes, felt compassion, and shouted: "Your Highness, please treat my apprentice better, he is weak now and cannot push hard."

Seeing that Zhonglan's expression was really wrong, Tingjie knew that he was too rough with Zhonglan in the morning and felt guilty, so he picked Zhonglan up and let him sit in the gazebo.

Zhao Guangyi's gloomy eyes followed the two of them until a guard in the lake raised his fan and shouted: "I found it!" Then he remembered the business and his face calmed down.

The paper fan was soaked, so Zhao Guangyi took off the jade fan, wrapped it with silk thread and hung it around his waist, then looked at the guard kneeling on the ground trembling, raised the fan and threw it hard, the tortoiseshell fan bone smashed the guard's head A bloody hole was smashed at the bottom.

"Drag it out, chop it up!" Zhao Guangyi said leisurely.

The guard who caused the trouble trembled in fright and begged for mercy again and again, but was still dragged away. His shrill cry gradually disappeared until it was blown away by the wind.

Zhao Tingjie and Li Zhonglan watched this scene in the gazebo, Zhonglan said softly: "Your man."

Ting Jie gave a "hmm" and was noncommittal.

"Aren't you angry?" Zhong Lan looked at Ting Jie's side face and asked doubtfully.

Ting Jie's eyebrows twitched, his whole face quickly returned to calm, and he said coldly: "He caused trouble, so he should be punished."

Zhong Lan was silent. He suddenly felt that Zhao Tingjie and Zhao Guangyi were actually the same at this moment except for their looks.

Afterwards, Zhao Guangyi also sat down in the gazebo, and Dao'an had seen enough of the excitement, but was afraid that Zhao Tingjie would be jealous, so he had to watch him from afar before reluctantly leaving.

Inside the pavilion, Zhong Lan was so hungry that she simply leaned her head on Tingjie's right shoulder. Zhao Tingjie smiled and said to Zhao Guangyi, "Uncle, it seems that the martial arts competition is not enough. Why don't we play chess?"

Zhao Guangyi glanced at Zhong Lan who was lying on his nephew, narrowed his slender Danfeng eyes, and said, "Yes."

So a plate of pottery chess pieces was brought up, Zhao Guangyi held the white pieces, Zhao Tingjie held the black pieces, and the two began to play chess.

Zhong Lan is not good at chess, but she can also see that although Hei Zi's attack is fierce, but Bai Zi's soft strategy always relieves him.

"Nephew, why is your arm shaking?" Zhao Guangyi twirled a white piece in his hand, instead of looking at the chessboard, he carefully watched Zhao Tingjie's expression and smiled meaningfully, "Could it be an injury?"

Zhao Tingjie turned his face to look at Zhong Lan, touched the other's face, and said with a smile: "The arm was pressed all night, and now it is still a little sore."

Zhong Lanzhi Tingjie used herself as a shield, but when she heard the other party speak so bluntly about getting up, her face was still slightly hot.

"It seems that my nephew needs to take good care of his body." Zhao Guangyi slammed down a white puck, raised his eyebrows, and said sarcastically, "Otherwise, he won't even have the strength to eat the puck."

Zhao Tingjie's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he also buckled a sunspot, and replied: "Who will win the game, we have not yet decided!"

Zhao Guangyi was noncommittal.

The two sides played against each other for several more rounds. Baizi captured a city and ate several black pieces. Zhao Guangyi smirked while taking down the black pieces: "Although beautiful women are good, but they are greedy for spring, and they will inevitably lose their fighting spirit."

Zhao Tingjie frowned, stared at the chessboard carefully, carefully placed a piece, and said with a tooth for a tooth: "Jiangshan and beauty, everyone wants, nephew at least has a beauty, uncle, what do you have?"

The uncle and nephew stared at each other for a moment, then continued to play chess calmly.

When Zhong Lan heard that the two were talking about a "beauty", she was really annoyed, and she was concerned about Ting Jie's body, so it was inconvenient to have an attack, so she had to hold back her anger and accompany them to point fingers and scold Huai.

But his stomach didn't have so many scruples, and finally it cried out unhappily under the condition of hunger.

Zhong Lan blushed instantly, buried her face in Ting Jie's chest, and flicked her sleeves, disrupting the chessboard. He knew that Ting Jie was about to lose.

Ting Jie smiled, and ordered his servants to prepare porridge and cakes, so the chess game changed to a tea game, Zhong Lan drank porridge, and Ting Jie's uncle and nephew drank tea.

Zhong Lan sat across from Zhao Guangyi. He knew that the other party was looking at him, so he felt more uncomfortable. His head almost fell to the edge of the table. This affectation actually made Zhao Guangyi want to call him out.

"Zhong Lan, since you were born in Jiangnan, you must know Su embroidery." Zhao Guangyi asked suddenly.

Zhong Lan suffocated, put down the silver spoon, looked up at Zhao Guangyi, his lips were still stained with porridge, so she subconsciously bit her lips, suddenly realized that the move was seductive, she couldn't help but feel ashamed, her face turned red Xia's eyebrows and eyes also became delicate and pitiful.

If it was said that Zhao Guangyi still had some concentration just now, seeing such a frowning beauty right now, he couldn't help but be infatuated. The two people's gazes intertwined, as if there was an ambiguous atmosphere flowing viscously in the air.

"Lan'er, have you finished your porridge?" Zhao Tingjie's displeased voice instantly woke up Li Zhonglan.

Knowing that she lost her composure, Zhong Lan hurriedly lowered her eyes, nodded and said, "I know."

Zhao Guangyi stared at Zhong Lan's face, and said: "Recently, my house has collected a few pieces of Suzhou embroidery, and one of them is of a color that suits you very well. I'll send it to you some other day. How about it?"

At this time, a hand suddenly penetrated into Zhong Lan's trousers like a spirit snake, and grabbed the shy woman mercilessly. The cold fingertips made Zhong Lan's heart tremble.

Li Zhonglan's eyes widened in disbelief, and she turned her head to look at Zhao Tingjie who was sitting next to her, and found that the other party's stern eyes showed a threat, so she had no choice but to refuse: "Su embroidery is a specialty of Wuyue, I was born in Jiangning, There is still a distance from Wu Yue, and I don't really like things there."

Zhao Guangyi gave a regretful "Oh", but still did not give up, and asked: "Then what is your Jiangning rich in, I will find some for you next time."

The evil hand increased its strength, almost making Zhong Lan tremble. He pretended to be calm and said: "Zhong Lan has been away from home for too long, and she is not very interested in things in the south, but thinks things in the Central Plains are more friendly."

Zhao Guangyi just gave up, but that hand didn't stop at all, it was still kneading at a leisurely pace, Zhong Lan wanted to grit his teeth, but wave after wave of electric current stimulated his limbs, Finally, his body convulsed uncontrollably.

"Tingjie!" Zhong Lan begged panting, "I'm done eating and I want to go to the study to read some books."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't hold on any longer, and his body limply collapsed.

Zhao Tingjie pulled out his hand, hugged the trembling Li Zhonglan in his arms, and said to Zhao Guangyi expressionlessly: "I'm sorry, uncle, Lan'er is not feeling well, and it's not convenient for me to accompany you today. My nephew will definitely come to visit me someday."

Looking at the pair in front of him, Zhao Guangyi knew that there was something tricky, but he had no choice but to leave in embarrassment.

Ting Jie carried Zhong Lan back to the room, put him on the couch, took off her underwear, and started rubbing her again and again.

As soon as Zhong Lan breathed a sigh of relief, his heart rose into his throat again. He twisted his body and shouted uneasily, "Tingjie, don't!" But Zhao Tingjie didn't let him go, and continued to punish him.

Zhong Lan gripped the mattress tightly with her hands, and finally let out a long and joyful but mournful sigh.

"Remember, you belong to me, and you are not allowed to get close to other people in the future!" Ting Jie pinched Zhong Lan's chin and gave orders coldly.

Zhong Lan had turned into a puddle of mud, panting heavily with empty eyes, and it took a long time after the court steps left before she recovered her sanity.

As soon as he put on his clothes, a playful sigh came from outside the door: "Hey, how could I have an apprentice like you, who doesn't even know how to fight back after being bullied like this!"