Legend of the Orchid

After Ting Jie came to the bedroom with Zhong Lan in his arms, his face was already covered with frost. He asked displeasedly, "Why is the ghost king so concerned about you?"

Zhong Lan knew that the other party was jealous, and she was happy, but she said in a mysterious way: "I don't know, he was like this when we first met."

Zhao Tingjie was both angry and worried: What if the ghost king doesn't want anything but insists on Lan'er staying?I don't know how strong the ghost king is, will he be able to beat the opponent by then?Judging by his subordinates, they seem to be fancy but not useful. Maybe this ghost king is just good at poison.

"Ting Jie, what are you thinking?" Zhong Lan's voice broke his thoughts.

Zhao Tingjie came back to his senses and found that Li Zhonglan was looking at him with a smile on his face. Although the other party's sweet face was so pale that it lost all color, his eyes were narrowed as if dripping water, and the corners of his lips curved into a seductive arc. Unable to be selfish, he grabbed the back of Zhong Lan's neck, offered his fiery lips, and violently blocked the other's small cherry mouth.

Zhong Lan's gray lips were bitten by the court steps and turned red, and the two pink spots on his chest were also kneaded wantonly, which made him moan like a kitten meowing involuntarily.

Zhao Tingjie woke up suddenly, and found that Zhong Lan's eyes were covered with a layer of crimson water vapor, and the spring color on his face was very provocative. He couldn't help but blame himself for being too impulsive, so he quickly let the other party lie down and pulled the quilt again.

Zhong Lan lay down obediently, waited for a long time but waited until Ting Jie covered him with a quilt, and the other party thoughtfully tucked him in the corner of the quilt, she was immediately disappointed, and said coquettishly: "Ting Jie, I want... "

"No."

The fiery perpetrator just now turned into a ruthless and ruthless demon king.

Zhong Lan got up angrily, and went back into Tingjie's arms. The latter hugged him for a while, and suddenly felt a tingling heat on his neck. It turned out that the kitten in his arms was sticking out its pink tongue, seductively seducing him.

"Lan'er, if you do this again, I'll tie you up." Ting Jie said coldly on purpose.

Li Zhonglan reluctantly stopped licking and protested softly, "You can't tie me up."

Knives started to fly in Zhao Tingjie's eyes: "What did you say?"

Zhong Lan was startled, and curled up all over, really like a docile cat.

The King of Ghosts was very good at hospitality, and ordered his servants to bring a rich breakfast in the morning of the second day, half of which was medicinal food, which he said was specially prepared for Mr. Lan.

Zhao Tingjie sneered, coaxed Li Zhonglan to get up, and then fed him spoonful by spoonful.

Zhong Lan shook her head and said with a smile, "Feed with your mouth."

Ting Jie was a little helpless, what happened to his Lan'er, who had learned so badly these days, but such a good thing cannot be missed after all, so he took a mouthful of porridge and brought it over.

Zhong Lan swallowed the porridge, getting more and more insatiable, her pink tongue stirred in the mouth of the court steps, and she even hugged the other party's neck forgetfully.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Tingjie dressed up and went to find the ghost king. Behind him, Li Zhonglan tied his hands to the bed and cursed continuously: "Zhao Tingjie, you are such a nasty bastard!"

Zhao Tingjie closed the door and said: "Look at Lan'er, I'll go back as soon as I go."

Jin Yan complied.

Guiguzhuang is very big. Zhao Tingjie went to the front hall to look for the ghost king according to his memory from yesterday, but when he walked, he found that the route was wrong, and he went around a small stream. There was a large rockery in the stream. Into the distant lake.

He was about to walk back, but there was a rustling sound from behind the rockery, followed by a scream, as if someone had fallen down.

Zhao Tingjie was puzzled, and went to the back of the mountain to look, and found a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy shrinking and hiding, with a terrified expression.

The young man's hair was messed up, and his forehead was still covered with mud, but his embarrassed appearance couldn't hide the beauty that was about to emerge, especially the bright red tear mole at the end of his right eye, which made him even more pitiful, Zhao Tingjie thought. , stretching out his hand to the boy: "Do you want me to help you up?"

The young man shook his head again and again, and flinched back desperately. His robe was already half wet, and this movement made his clothes almost completely wet.

Seeing that the other party was well-dressed, Zhao Tingjie guessed that he might be related to the ghost king, and seeing the young man's drenched clothes clinging to his body, this scene seemed familiar to him, his brain got hot, he picked up his big hands, and attacked the young man.

The young man was so frightened that he turned his back and ran for his life, but was hugged by the waist and hung in the air.

"Ah!" The young man let out a scream, shaking all over his body. Zhao Tingjie was worried that he was cold, so he pulled him to the ground and said to him, "Go back to your room and change into clean clothes."

The young man was panicked, as if he didn't hear these words, he ran away in a hurry, a line of water stains dripped from the hem of his robe, extending all the way to the distance.

Ting Jie suddenly discovered his bad taste. He still has pity for the weak, but he is addicted to bullying Zhong Lan. If he had been better to Zhong Lan, the relationship between the two of them should be closer, right?

Zhao Tingjie went around for a long time before finally arriving at the front hall. The ghost king seemed to know that he was coming, and was already waiting in the hall.

Sure enough, the ghost king wanted Zhong Lan to stay before he was willing to save people. Zhao Tingjie suppressed his anger and said politely: "Lan'er is Zhao's man. Apart from this, Zhao must do his best to help Gu manage everything else!"

The ghost king turned his beautiful eyes, shook his head and sighed: "It seems that His Highness doesn't cherish Mr. Lan."

Zhao Tingjie had a cold face: "Why do you say that?"

The Ghost King said: "If Your Highness loves Young Master Lan, even if they are not together, he must hope that he is healthy and happy. How can he be willing to let Young Master Lan not become a dead bone in the future and be buried in the loess from now on?"

When Zhao Tingjie heard this, his heart was stabbed hard, but he was powerless to refute, so he could only say embarrassingly: "Lan'er will not agree."

The Ghost King smiled confidently: "This seat will let him agree."

Zhao Tingjie sneered: "Zhao also wants to see, Lan'er will choose you or me!"

The atmosphere between the two men was tense again, but this time the ghost king was still polite, he said arrogantly: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, if His Highness appreciates you, you can have a light meal with Mr. Lan."

Zhao Tingjie wanted to refuse, but changed the topic and said: "Zhao has to ask Xia Lan'er if he is willing."

The ghost king was immediately discouraged, and when Zhao Tingjie was like air, he ordered his servants to deliver some medicine to Zhong Lan, and the two broke up unhappy.

When Ting Jie returned to the bedroom, Zhong Lan was still tied to the bed. When he saw Ting Jie pushed the door open, he turned his head to the inside of the bed angrily, not looking at him.

"Aren't you very powerful, why don't you break free?" Ting Jie untied Zhong Lan from the rope. He wanted to care about her, but unexpectedly he said something sarcastic.

"You!" Zhong Lan was so angry that his chest bulged. He didn't dare to say that he couldn't cast spells during the day, and he was afraid that Ting Jie would bully him during the day, so he sat up angrily, grabbed the cloth strip from Ting Jie's hand, and quickly went to the court. Jie put a wristband on his wrist and said, "I want to tie you up too."

Zhong Lan's wrist had already been drawn with a few deep red marks by the rope, Ting Jie was very distressed, and wanted to touch it, but his hands were tied and he couldn't move.

Zhong Lan triumphantly tied a few knots on the rope, and even pulled the rope, making sure that the court ladder could not be broken free, then she smiled brightly, stretched out her slender hand to grab Ting Jie's thin chin, and said teasingly: "Look at this palace. punish you!"

Ting Jie didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said helplessly, "Lan Er, you are so naughty."

As soon as the words fell, the strip of cloth in his hand burst open, and instantly shattered into rags. Li Zhonglan was dumbfounded, and immediately shrank back.

Ting Jie held Zhong Lan's waist, placed her on her lap, touched her clearly visible ribs, and suddenly sighed: "Lan'er, if you want to die, you should still be free."

Li Zhonglan was stunned for a moment, he stroked Ting Jie's slashed cheek, and said softly: "I want you."