Half-mountain mist and rain cross the rivers and lakes

Early the next morning, Tang Ye took a few people and set off for the southeast.

"I'm wearing this, don't take it off." Before setting off, Tang Qi tied the blood-colored jade pendant around his waist with his own hands, "Be safe."

"Yeah." Tang Ye nodded, turned around and wanted to leave, but was hugged by him and refused to let go.

"One more kiss." Tang Qi moved his face closer.

Tang Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Recently, this man has become more and more tired of himself. He doesn't look like the eldest son of the Tang clan, but a child begging for sweets.

Seeing Tang Ye not moving for a long time, Tang Qi simply took the initiative to kiss that water-colored thin lips.

"Hmm..." Tang Ye blushed from being kissed, and pushed him away vigorously, "Okay, it's too late if we don't leave."

"Be careful on the road." Tang Qi's face was full of helplessness, and he finally had a relationship with Xiaoye... that, he should have been in his arms every night, but why was he called away by his father at this time, and the southeast side is usually idle Very, what can happen now?

Tang Ye was walking on the road, feeling a little strange in his heart. He was not familiar with things in the southeast, so why did he insist on asking himself to go?

"Third young master." The entourage at the side looked at Tang Ye wonderingly, "What's wrong with your waist, why is your riding posture so strange?"

"..." Tang Ye blushed, and angrily wanted to go to the southeast, well, at least he didn't have to be...what the hell!

On a small island in the East China Sea, Xia Yuru dressed in men's clothes was sitting in the front hall drinking tea leisurely.

"Master!" A servant rushed to report, "Master Cheng—"

"It's okay." Xia Yuru interrupted him, and said slowly, "Wait another three hours."

"Three, three hours?" The servant opened his mouth wide, "But if something happens..."

"Don't worry, I can't die, go." Xia Yuru waved her hand, her expression was indifferent, but her eyes were slightly irritated.

"Yes." The servant reluctantly accepted the order to leave.

"Master." Xia Ruyuan on the side also frowned, "Could something have gone wrong? People who are acquired with great difficulty cannot be boiled to death before they are used."

"He's in very good health, and he's taken Ruanjinsan. He won't die, and he won't kill himself." Xia Yuru stood up, "Uncle Wang, how about we go play chess in the study?"

Xia Ruyuan sighed, but there was nothing she could do. At first, she thought that the princess played with Cheng Mufeng just because of his martial arts, but now it seems that things are a bit complicated.

Three hours later, Xia Ruyuan followed Xia Yuru down the dungeon, and saw Cheng Mufeng was chained to the iron frame, motionless, and seemed to be in a coma.

"Mu Feng." Standing in front of him, Xia Yuru stretched out her hand to straighten the messy hair hanging on his face, and put his palm on the side of his face, "Have you considered it yet?"

The voice is full of care and tenderness, as if asking the closest lover.

Cheng Mufeng closed his eyes tightly, thinking about what to do.

Ever since she rejected Xia Yuru's overture that day, she no longer gave her the antidote for the dead body, and even tied herself to this dungeon in the past few days.

"You stay here until you are willing to follow this princess." Yesterday, after saying this, Xia Yuru left the dungeon.

Should or should not?

If not, wouldn't it be possible that Master's painstaking planning and all my own twists and turns would have been in vain?

But if she agrees, who knows when Xia Yuru will truly believe in herself, if it is three to five years, how can she procrastinate?

"Promise me, and I'll let you out." Xia Yuru whispered in his ear, "How do you think about it?"

Cheng Mufeng still hung his head and did not speak.

"Why are you so stubborn, I really like you, can't you tell?" Xia Yuru shook her head and sighed, "Do you still remember the singing girl you rescued in Jiangnan three years ago?"

"I'm saving people, what are you doing, that girl looks mediocre, but she's not as pretty as a princess." Cheng Mufeng snorted coldly.

"That singer girl is not me, but I was in that teahouse at the time." Xia Yuru didn't care about Cheng Mufeng's attitude, and still smiled lightly, "Since I saw you for the first time, I was determined to want you."

"I was only 15 years old." Cheng Mufeng looked at Xia Yuru with disgust.

"Do you think I'm old, or you think you're young?" Xia Yuru shook her head and smiled, "You were fifteen years ago three years ago, so you'll be eighteen or nineteen this year, and besides, among my male favourites, there are even thirteen or fourteen. "

"..." Cheng Mufeng was speechless, this is the ten thousand year old witch.

"In half an hour, the poison in your body will explode." Xia Yuru reminded, and then looked at Cheng Mufeng's face with a trace of panic and fear in satisfaction.

"Heh..." Xia Yuru chuckled, "Don't be afraid, I have the antidote, and there are many, it's up to you, whether you want it or not."

"I...promise you." Cheng Mufeng closed his eyes with a sad expression.

At night, Cheng Mufeng lay on the bed in his bedroom, frowning.

There were footsteps outside the door, and immediately Xia Yuru brought a few servants into the house.

Cheng Mufeng stood on the ground and let those people measure him with a ruler.

"Are you still angry?" After those people left, Xia Yuru pulled Cheng Mufeng to sit by the bed, "I know I have wronged you these few days, but it's also because you refused to listen to me, right?"

Cheng Mufeng snorted coldly, but did not speak.

"Those people just now were going to make wedding clothes for you." Xia Yuru leaned on his chest, "Although I say that there are many male favorites, but you are the only one who really cares about you, how could you be willing to wrong you? The ceremony still needs to be done.”

"In that case, I still have to thank the princess?" Cheng Mufeng's face was livid.

"I know that you men like young and beautiful men, and I will make it up to you." Xia Yuru stretched out her hand to caress his cheek, "You stay here at ease, and when I win the world in the future, I will make you the head of the harem."

"I'm tired, princess, please go back." Cheng Mufeng calmly took Xia Yuru's hand away from his face.

"That's fine, you go to bed early, I'll find someone to choose a good day." Xia Yuru knew that he still had a grudge in his heart, so he didn't make things difficult.

When Xia Yuru went out, Cheng Mufeng took a towel and wiped his face fiercely.

Being touched by her, it was like a mollusc on the bottom of the sea crawling up her body, and she almost vomited it out in disgust.

Male favorite?Hi clothes?Auspicious day?

Do you really think that you are the young lady of Nanfeng Hall?

There are many ways to get the soldier talisman, since Xia Yuru refuses to give it to herself obediently, she has to use other methods.

I remembered that before departure, Master rarely put on a serious face and told himself to bear the humiliation and be safe.

But there is a bottom line for bearing the burden of humiliation. I have endured the burden of humiliation for so long, and I haven't seen anything or made much progress.

Besides, if I can be wronged, how can I wrong the child.

So, fuck him safe.

With his own ability, there are many ways to win this duel.

In Star Curtain City in the northwest, Fang Xu was reading a book in his study when he suddenly saw Zhou Zi walking in.

"Daddy." Fang Xu greeted him lazily.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Zhou Zi frowned and looked at his dark circles.

"Yeah." Fang Xu looked pitifully at Zhou Zi.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful." Zhou Zi pinched his nose, "Go back and clean up, dad will take you to the southeast."

"Southeast? What are you doing there? Don't go." Fang Xu lacked interest.

"It's not an inspection of the company." Zhou Zi looked at him with a smile.

"I don't even go for sightseeing." Fang Xu crawled under the table.

Zhou Zi shook her head with a smile. She has been like this since she was a child. Whenever she is upset or doesn't want to talk, she will go under the table.

"Xiaofeng is in the southeast." Zhou Zi hadn't finished speaking when he heard a "boom" from under the table.

"You want to take me to find him?" Fang Xu ignored the headache and crawled out from under the table, rubbing his head.

"Yes." Zhou Zi nodded.

"Don't lie to me?" Fang Xu didn't believe it.

"When did dad ever lie to you?" Zhou Zi was helpless.

Fang Xu thought about it carefully. Dad had never lied to him, so he cheered happily and ran out to prepare his luggage.

"Oh." Zhou Zi sighed.

"Really plan to take him there?" Xi Tengli leaned against the door and asked him.

"What can I do if I don't go?" Zhou Zi sat on the chair, "Yesterday, the night castle master sent a letter, asking me to go to the southeast to help, so I have to go, right?"

"Why does it have to be you?" Xi Tengli stepped forward and put his arms around his waist, "I've said that I won't bother about Jianghu affairs anymore, and live at home with peace of mind, but it's not been a few years since An's life has passed, why do you have to ask me again?" go out."

"It's okay." Zhou Zi put his arms around his shoulders, "When this matter is over, I'll take you around the rivers and lakes and see the places we visited when we were young, okay?"

"Be careful yourself, don't drink too much, don't spoil your son, and don't—"

"I know all about it." Zhou Zi interrupted him funny, "I've been talking about it for so many years, and I can recite those few sentences here and there."

"You find me annoying?" Xi Tengli narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

"How could it be?" Zhou Zi stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, and just about to get close to him, Fang Xu rushed in like a cannonball with a small burden on his body.

"Daddy, I'll pack up when we...uh..."

Fang Xu stood there in a daze for a moment, then quickly covered his eyes, "I didn't see anything!"

Xi Tengli blushed, glared at Zhou Zi and went out the door.

It's over, I'm going to sleep in the study again tonight.

Zhou Zi was dejected, she was leaving tomorrow, and she was thinking about how many...how many times tonight.

"Daddy." Fang Xu squatted on the ground looking at him sympathetically, "I'll tell the servants to make more mattresses for you on the chairs."

"Fang Xiaoxu." Zhou Zi squatted opposite him, "Knock on the door before entering, this father has reminded you many times."

"Forget." Fang Xu blinked innocently.

"It doesn't matter if you forget, I will remember it after writing it five hundred times tonight." Zhou Zi smiled kindly.

"Five hundred times?!" Fang Xu protested, "No copying!"

"Six hundred."

"...Don't copy!"

"Seven hundred."

"Woooooooo..."

So that night, father and son, one big and one small, spent the night in the study miserably.

Zhou Zi lay on the big soft chair, tossing and turning, lamenting again and again.

In front of the desk beside him, Fang Xu had a sad face, and copied one after another...

Daddy is a bad guy!Be sure to tell the other dad about his secret drinking next time!

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