Lanling covered the moon

"Answer me! Who does this belong to?" Gao Zhan's face was full of jealousy, like a dark cloud, and he grabbed Zimo's shoulders with both hands, but he didn't wait for a long time for a response.

Uncle Jiu looked at Zimo's stubborn face, and let the tears flow down her eyes, slide across the side of her face, and finally fell into the pit of strength.Just like the piece of jade that don't know who gave it to him, when he didn't realize it, he was close to Chang Gong, skin-to-skin.Gao Zhan seemed to be going crazy, his hands were stretched and his veins were stretched, he was waiting for an answer, even if it was a lie.But what about his Chang Gong?But he stared at the carved bed beams, didn't even look at him, just looked at a place in the void.

yes. . . . . .It has always been like this.

How affectionate Gao Zhan was, how bitter he was, how he exhausted all his strength, begging him to give him a little charity and mercy, yet this self-confident Highness Lan Ling would ignore him no matter what.

Love, without response, looking forward to reading seems to be far away.

Desire has long been out of control, but he would rather suffer himself than hurt his sweetheart.

There was no need for this vague fig leaf between them for a long time. He said that he could not refuse, and after thinking about it, he still wanted to take care of Quan Changgong's face.Building the palace, sending clothes, he did every bit of what he wanted to do for his beloved.Little by little, bit by bit, Gao Zhan thought that he could watch Chang Gong and be happy for himself, but he hoped that Wushan would be cloudy and rainy.But now, he suddenly recognizes his own heart, love is like a poisonous thread penetrating into his bones, and his thoughts have locked his soul and perished in this life.He, a lonely soul in purgatory, can't let Chang Gong be so calm and light, and a few words can easily take away Gao Zhan's hasty strokes in his life. Gong, this beautiful jade desecrated by him, will also be engraved with the deepest memory about him. For him Gao Zhan, whether it is love or hate, he will remember it all his life, and he will never forget it until his death.

The slender white fingers brushed Zimo's face lightly, Gao Zhan lowered his head and drank the ambiguous breath on the face of the person under him.

"I never thought of taking advantage of others. Even if I was killed by you, I never thought of plotting against you. But forget it, Chang Gong probably won't listen to it now. Did I order this medicine? It's no longer important. Because, I changed my mind..."

Gao Zhan lowered his head and rubbed against Zimo's lips and cheeks like a demonstration, then bit her earlobe next to Zimo's ear and whispered softly: "I don't want to be in love, because I want to dominate you for the rest of my life. I won't let you go." You are free, because I want to completely occupy you and lock you here for the rest of my life. From a strand of hair to a strand of brocade clothes, you will have my brand of excellence from head to toe, and it will be my territory from now on. Chang Gong, I will not beg you again, let you remember my kindness. I will do something you can't even imagine, because then, even if you hate me, you will hate me to the core. From now on, I am no longer dispensable to you, Gao Changgong, but only the respected Uncle Jiu... If you can't love me to death, then hate me to the bone instead, and I can be regarded as letting you never forget!"

After hearing this, Zimo turned his eyes a little, looked at the man who was so charming and frightening, gritted his teeth, and took a long time to squeeze out two words: "Madman!"

"Hahahaha, I am a lunatic. But remember, it was you, the loyal, filial, righteous and awe-inspiring Gao Changgong who drove me crazy. Your Highness Lanling, from now on, you will be my good nephew when you are outside. You are the restraint that I, Gao Zhan, will never let go of in my life.

In the quiet and eerie room, there was the sound of Zi Mo's clothes being torn apart.The cloth was broken, and the exposed skin made Xiao Zimo's bone marrow chilled.

She bit her lip, blood had already seeped from the corner of her mouth.

If she didn't bite like this desperately, she would probably scream out of fear.

Gao Zhan's body was close to hers, intertwined, as if eager to find an exit.

"I will kill you!" Zi Mo opened his eyes and looked at that face.

"Oh, do you think that based on what I know about you, I don't know how to contain you so as to relieve Gao Changgong's force?" Gao Zhan sneered, and licked his lips with his tongue, impatiently Sink down.

"what!!!!!!"

There was a shrill cry in the Lanling Prince's Mansion where there was no one else except the two in the room.

The mandala planted outside the door was transplanted from the Western Regions. Although it is not yet the flowering season, the buds that bloomed in foreign lands have not yet withered even in Yecheng.

The candlelit room gradually darkened as the night progressed.The shadow formed by the overlapping of strange bodies is projected on the window lattice, which is strangely mysterious and charming.

After a while, shouts accompanied by whimpers came from that room. It seemed that the flowers couldn't stand it any longer, shaking slightly, the buds were finally blown to the ground by the night wind, rolled all over the ground, and got muddy.

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One night, a strong wind and a shower shattered a pool of late autumn remnants.Withered and yellow, only bleakness remains.

It was slightly bright, Uncle Jiu closed his robe and covered Zi Mo's mottled body with a quilt.

"I know you will never forgive me, but I don't regret it." Fingers slid down Zimo's face to her chin, and she lowered her head and sneered, "It's not a woman, so don't look for life and death."

After hearing this, Xiao Zimo's empty eyes overflowed with anger and vitality, even if it was deep hatred, it was as dark as ashes and Gao Zhan breathed a sigh of relief.

Gao Zhan smiled, straightened his robe, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly the man on the bed grabbed his wrist as hard as iron tongs.

Turning around, it was Chang Gong who sat up halfway and pulled him back to the bed with one hand.

As soon as the two got closer, Gao Zhan's throat was held in Zi Mo's hands.The strength gradually increased, and there were blue veins on Gao Zhan's neck.

He had never seen such a ruthless expression on Chang Gong's face. He was surprised to think that Chang Gong might really end him, but he smiled sadly and closed his eyes in resignation.

Xiao Zimo didn't see Gao Zhan's fear, but he only had a calm expression of going to death indifferently, the anger in his chest became more intense, his joints turned white, and he increased his strength every minute.

She has nothing on her mind right now.He never thought about how killing this person would deal with the aftermath, never thought about the grievances and enmity between the two, never thought about the many past events like water, intertwined into a torrent, let alone the teachings of Gao Cheng's father and the honor and disgrace of the Gao family. Rise and fall.There is, but it is anger and hatred gushing out.

Why do love and thoughts turn into sharp swords and burn themselves to the fire like this?This is also considered love, so she would rather leave it at that.

Gao Zhan's lips turned white and he couldn't breathe.

He already had asthma, so his entire face lost all color, and dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The skin touched by Xiao Zimo's palm is slowly becoming cold, and the skin without a trace of blood is completely lacking in the gorgeous color after being dyed with passion last night. It is pale and lonely, like the ice field by the Lishui River, dying.

"Chang Gong... Uncle Jiu is tired, let Uncle Jiu rest..." Zimo, who wanted to kill, was originally confused, but it was the two of them that slowly emerged. The picture of embracing by the Lishui River.

At that time, she thought that Uncle Jiu's hug was no different from her father's, so when she returned to the camp at that time, she found that her fur robe was wet, and she thought it was the melting snow falling from the branches.

"Uncle Jiu, since you were tired then, why bother to be so persistent? Why do you want to do everything?!" Xiao Zimo's eyes were red, and tears flowed into her mouth, so salty. . . . . .

Naturally, Uncle Jiu could no longer speak. He seemed to have heard Zi Mo's words, but he didn't seem to hear them. He opened his eyes slightly in a daze. Chang Gong was crying, and he made his beloved Chang Gong cry. . . . . .It's what it is, it's what it is.Gao Zhan, Gao Zhan, your cold and iron-sharp temperament is not worthy of being loved.

Gao Zhan's eyes darkened, he lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Xiao Zimo looked at the face covered by strands of black silk, his brows were downcast, lifeless, and he quickly pulled his hand away from that neck as if waking up from a nightmare.She withdrew her hand holding Uncle Jiu's throat, Gao Zhan leaned forward and pressed down on Xiao Zimo, motionless.

Xiao Zimo's heart was beating very clearly, and the sound was so loud that it seemed to be able to jump out of her chest.

She wasn't soft-hearted, but that Uncle Jiu looked too much like the scene where Gao Cheng's father was assassinated and carried home and placed in the coffin.

Pale complexion, tightly pursed lips, and eyes that never opened no matter how much they called out.

Zimo put his hands on Uncle Jiu's body stiffly, as if he was probing for something, he called out in a daze, "Uncle Jiu... Uncle Jiu?"

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It was three poles in the sun, and it was already noon, Xiaowan was called back to the Gao Mansion by his mother early last night, and his elder brother was too happy to drink, and he was drunk everywhere when he got home, so he had no time to think about when Zimo would be. Go back to Gaofu.

"What? Chang Gong hasn't come back yet?" Xiao Wan ran to the side courtyard, and only after seeing Zheng Er with a sad face did she realize that her fourth younger brother hadn't returned home at night.

"Yeah, my brother has never been like this before, I'm so worried." Zheng Er twisted the corner of her clothes, more anxious than Cuiniang beside her.

"Oh, I said Zheng Er, the lord is going to see the new Lanling Palace, what is there to worry about? Maybe it's because the palace is too grand, so let's try to live in it by ourselves first. If we live well, then pick us up It's over!" Cui Niang was very happy when she thought that she would no longer have to live under the fence of others, although the Third Highness always takes care of her here, but after all, she always looks at people's faces.

Hearing these words, Gao Xiaowan panicked even more.He is the son of the eldest son, but he doesn't even know that the mansion under construction at Fengyang Gate is the palace of his fourth brother.After the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, the emperor said that it was a reward for Chang Gong, but it is said that from the purchase of the land to the appointment of craftsmen to build it, it was all arranged by Uncle Jiu.King Changguang's confidantes and the ministers of civil engineering in the court knew about this, so they congratulated frequently on the way to the palace for a banquet, knowing that his fourth brother was going to be an independent family.Only he, as well as the others in the long room, were kept in the dark.

Gao Zhan's strategy is really clever, knowing that Chang Gong is concerned about the Gao Mansion, so he gave him a house to let him leave here.When Chang Gong left, he naturally responded to the previous rumors about his family's fourth younger brother being stalking and clinging. In this way, Chang Gong might have a rift with his brothers in the family.

"I'll go find him and come back." Xiao Wan flicked his sleeves and walked out of the room.