Legend of the Orchid

At Haishi, Zhao Tingjie's new house was still brightly lit.

Since Li Zhonglan disappeared at noon, Zhao Tingjie has not seen each other again. At night, Jinyan reported that he had lost him, which made him angry and worried, and made Jinyan continue to look for him. Now it is late at night, but he can't sleep, hoping that the guards Can bring back some good news.

Wang Yunyi saw that although her husband was lying on the bed, he was still refusing to blow out the candles, so she stood up and carefully looked at her husband's face by the orange candlelight.

Zhao Tingjie has deep eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a full bead in the center of the arched lips, which looks very attractive. Thinking of the skin-to-skin relationship between this lip and her just now, Wang Yunyi is like a deer bumping into her arms, both ashamed and happy .

Although Zhao Tingjie couldn't be the emperor, his looks were really good, which greatly satisfied Wang Yunyi's vanity.

It's just that Zhao Tingjie kept staring at the top of the bed, seeming to have something on his mind. He didn't even look at Wang Yunyi, which made the other party really dissatisfied. Finish the ceremony!"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Tingjie acted as if he hadn't heard it, and had no intention of getting up at all.

Wang Yunyi frowned, and was about to push the other party, when there was a muffled sound outside the door, it was too late, then Zhao Tingjie bounced up from the bed, and rushed towards the door like an arrow, then opened the door and exclaimed Said: "Lan'er!"

Wang Yunyi was suspicious, especially when she heard her husband's shout, she felt bad, so she hurriedly put on her clothes and ran to the door.

When she saw everything in front of her clearly, her nose was almost twisted by anger, and she saw Zhao Tingjie hugging a woman in red. The woman shamelessly hugged her husband's neck and pressed her face to his shoulder.

"Ma'am, go to bed early." Zhao Tingjie was about to leave with Li Zhonglan in his arms.

Wang Yunyi yelled angrily: "Zhao Dezhao! Stop! Who is that woman! Come back!"

Zhao Tingjie ignored her, Lan'er's whole body was as cold as ice, which made him very worried.

He brought Zhong Lan into the bathtub and soaked for a long time. When he touched her body, he was still a little cold, but he was already sweating profusely. This sharp contrast really puzzled him.

"Lan'er, why is your body so cold?" Zhao Tingjie touched Li Zhonglan's arm and asked worriedly.

Li Zhonglan pressed her eyes against Zhao Tingjie's chest, and murmured: "It won't be cold if you hold it."

So Ting Jie hugged Zhong Lan for a while, and sure enough, he noticed that her body temperature had risen. After being pleasantly surprised, a strange smile gradually appeared on her face.

That's it!

On the second day, when Li Zhonglan woke up, Zhao Tingjie had already returned to the mansion. After Zhonglan finished washing, Tingjie came over to feed him with hot porridge and side dishes. While feeding him, he casually asked, "Where did you go yesterday?"

With a cold face, Li Zhonglan uttered a few clear words from her cherry lips: "None of your business!"

"Okay!" Zhao Tingjie nodded meaningfully, put the porridge bowl on the table, and said seriously, "It's okay if you don't say it, we will sleep in separate rooms tonight!"

Li Zhonglan glanced at Zhao Tingjie in surprise, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, Zhao Tingjie saw it in his eyes, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: by heaven, he finally caught the weakness of the little fox, now let's see how he disciplines this unruly goblin !

Zhong Lan bit her lower lip, frowned, and finally told the truth reluctantly: "Yesterday I was wandering around the city and sat by the river all afternoon."

Zhao Tingjie was very satisfied. Lan'er's words were exactly the same as Jin Yan's report. He refused to let her go, and continued to ask, "Where did you go that night?"

It is absolutely impossible for Li Zhonglan to tell Ting Jie about meeting the ghost king, so she just said: "I'm going back to the house at night."

"The guards at the gate didn't see you coming back at night, how did you come back?" Zhao Tingjie reprimanded deliberately in a stern tone.

Zhong Lan hesitated, not daring to look at the court steps: "I know magic, it's not like you don't know."

"You couldn't even move last night, how can you cast spells?" Zhao Tingjie put his hands on his chest and threatened complacently, "If you don't tell the truth, I won't hug you at night!"

Li Zhonglan frowned, and twisted a small piece of quilt into a ball, not knowing how to answer, but fortunately Zhao Tingjie just wanted to tease him, and didn't ask any more questions, but urged: "Drink the porridge."

If Zhong Lan met with an amnesty, she obediently picked up the porridge bowl, and swept away the food without being coaxed by the court. The corners of Zhao Tingjie's mouth couldn't help but rise. .

After eating, Zhao Tingjie took Li Zhonglan to the study and ordered Li Zhonglan to grind ink for him.

If it was in the past, how could Li Zhonglan agree to it? He thought his arms were sore, and his favorite thing to do was to lie on his stomach and watch the courtyard write, or he would write twice when he was in the mood, and the ink research was all done by the courtyard.

But right now, Zhao Tingjie said: "If you don't grind, I won't hug you at night."

Li Zhonglan was so angry that her seven orifices were filled with smoke, she angrily grabbed the ink stick, regarded the inkstone as Zhao Tingjie's face, and began to grind it viciously.

Tingjie wrote for half an hour, and Zhonglan spent half an hour until he was so tired that he could barely lift his arms, but Zhao Tingjie put on airs again and asked Li Zhonglan to bring him tea.

"Do I still have to kneel, master?" Li Zhonglan stared at Zhao Tingjie and asked word by word.

Zhao Tingjie nodded with a smile, enjoying the other party's expression of daring to speak out.

Li Zhonglan angrily grabbed the teapot and quickly filled the cup with tea. He didn't care if the tea overflowed on the table, so he just held the teacup in his hand and walked back to Zhao Tingjie.

Seeing the other party's arrogant and stubborn appearance, Li Zhonglan almost poured tea all over Zhao Tingjie's face. He suppressed his anger, knelt down on the ground, and said in a rough voice: "Master, please have some tea!"

Zhao Tingjie laughed and said, "Lan'er is so good!"

Li Zhonglan's brows twitched, and she really wanted to pour tea on this dude's face immediately, he was used to being served, when did he experience such useless behavior, his chest bulged out of anger, and his mouth pouted.

Zhao Tingjie accepted it as soon as it was good, knowing that Zhonglan should not be asked to do too many things at one time, and had to be done step by step, so the next day, he came up with a new trick and asked Li Zhonglan to dance "Neon Clothes and Feather Dress Dance" for him.

"I don't want to dance!" Li Zhonglan sternly refused.

"I won't hug you if you don't dance at night!" Zhao Tingjie used his trump card again.

Li Zhonglan clenched his fists and almost hit Zhao Tingjie's face with his fists. He suppressed his temper and prevaricated: "I can't dance without music."

"It doesn't matter, I can play the piano for my husband's pleasure. Although my husband's piano skills are not as good as swordsmanship, it should be easy to play the first piece." Zhao Tingjie said confidently.

Li Zhonglan scolded the other party a thousand times in her heart, and finally had to compromise: "Okay."

He was about to dance, but Zhao Tingjie came out again: "Go and change into a woman's attire first, and then put on makeup, so that dancing will be more beautiful."

Li Zhonglan was so angry that his heart was pounding, he said angrily: "Zhao Tingjie, don't go too far!"

The other party pinched his chin, and said condescendingly, "Change, or not?"

Li Zhonglan gasped, and bit his lower lip to make a few deep tooth marks. He stared at Zhao Tingjie bitterly, his little face turned green, and he said word by word: "Change, I'll change!"

Zhao Tingjie immediately ordered the maid to change Li Zhonglan's clothes, and specifically asked the hair comber to make Zhong Lan a beautiful bun. As a result, the hair comber made a tall snake bun, and a butterfly gold inlaid with rubies was inserted at the top of the bun. Chai, at first glance, looks a bit like Xiao Zhou's in previous years, but it is obviously more feminine than Xiao Zhou's.

"My Lan'er is so pretty!" Zhao Tingjie's vanity was greatly satisfied, and his eyes became hot, rolling around Li Zhonglan's body like glue.

Li Zhonglan had a ferocious expression, and was very uncomfortable. Her dancing posture lacked agility and her figure was very stiff. Zhao Tingjie hadn't finished playing a song, and suddenly put his slender fingers on the strings, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

"It's too ugly!" Zhao Tingjie sighed pretentiously, and asked again, "I want to watch the striptease!"

Li Zhonglan couldn't bear it anymore, she pulled out the pearl hairpin from her bun and threw it at Zhao Tingjie, cursing: "Look at you, uncle!"

Li Zhonglan grabbed everything that could be thrown at hand and slammed it at Zhao Tingjie. A series of yelling and cursing burst out of his mouth, as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, without repetition.

Zhao Tingjie reprimanded while hiding: "You dare to murder your own husband, don't let me hug you at night!"

"If you don't hug me, I won't hug you. Holding a ghost is better than hugging you!" Li Zhonglan chased and beat Zhao Tingjie angrily.

Suddenly, he remembered the meeting with the ghost king the night before, and then thought about what he said just now, his face blushed. Fortunately, Tingjie was hiding from him and did not see anything strange about him.

The two were flying around in the house, Wang Yunyi eavesdropped outside the house for a long time, and left with a look of watching the show, the maid in the room flattered: "That little fox has such a bad temper, the master must not be able to bear it."

"Men, it's just a passing interest." Wang Yunyi was in a good mood, and ordered, "Prepare me buttercup dyeing juice, I'll use it at night!"