Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

The maidservant in red heard something wrong with his tone, subconsciously raised her head to look at him, and frowned slightly: "My lord, why do you say that?"

"Miss Linque, you'd better listen to Yan."

Looking at the red-clothed maid in front of her who was slightly puzzled, but still did not take off the indifference and tranquility deep in her eyes, Wu Yayan felt as if her heart was being burned by fire, and wanted to immediately shatter that boundless tranquility, making it Changing into those soft and charming expressions that he wanted, that kind of conquest quickly spread to every corner of his body, making his face slightly flushed, and he raised his arms, hooking the soft waist of the maid in front of him, and his thin lips were there. Walking around on the veil, kissing lightly and ambiguously.

The maidservant in red was imprisoned for a few days, and every time she saw Wu Yayan coming in, she always looked very polite. She never expected him to make such a slightly insulting gesture, and immediately struggled violently. There was a trembling sound of uncontrollable horror in the words: "Young master...what are you going to do, young master? Let me go, let me go!"

She was struggling so fiercely, but Wu Yayan didn't let go. He didn't let go of his arm in satisfaction until the red-clothed servant girl's temple hair was slightly disheveled, she was sweating profusely and panting, and the peace in her eyes was shattered. Raising his hand, he lifted the veil on her face, looking at the peerless figure blushing, there was an expression of certainty on her face.

"Miss Linque, those who know the current affairs are heroes, not to mention once you enter my Wuya Mansion, you will never escape from my palm in your life, even if you are Nan Jingjin's maid, and you are attracted to him and want to commit yourself So what about the reward? You have already been spotted by me, and the person in my hands has never been taken away by others, have you heard?!"

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to wrap around the chin of the red-clothed maidservant, looked straight into her eyes, the possessiveness and cruelty hidden in the depths welled up, and his smile became colder and colder: "If you wait until I One day is really exhausting your patience, your life is up to you—now, what are you thinking about?"

After a long period of silence, the maidservant in red seemed to finally be unable to bear this kind of persecution, and the hand that kept cruising around her body as if threatening, opened Wu Yayan with trembling voice, and turned her back to him Grasping his neckline tightly, as if he had finally made up his mind, his voice returned to its usual calmness.

"The cardinal... the cardinal understands, my lord, please give the cardinal three days. After three days, the young master will come to see the cardinal, and the cardinal will definitely do anything, and I won't let you bother to persuade the cardinal."

Hearing her promise, the light in Wu Yayan's eyes flashed, but there was a cruel smile on the corner of his lips. If someone familiar with this smile saw this smile at this time, he would definitely stare at the maidservant in red. A look of pity - Wu Yayan has always liked beautiful maids, but what he likes the most is the maid who was snatched from others, who once resisted him and still has a heart.

To deal with such a maid, he usually obeys in every possible way before he gets it, and when the maid has no choice but to bow her head and let him do what she wants under his threat, he will use all kinds of means to torture the maid, until his interest is exhausted, Or the servant girl stopped because she was out of breath.

And most of the concubines around him were servant girls who were delighted to flatter and flatter him from the very beginning, and had no second thoughts about him.

"That's the best, come on."

The two guards guarding the door saw Wu Yayan coming out, they immediately raised their hands and said, "Young Master."

Wu Yayan raised her head with a smile that was not a smile, and ordered in a low voice: "Arrange Miss Linque in the Qiuzi Pavilion and take good care of her. After three days, she will be groomed and dressed. When the time comes, send her to the Ningxiang Pavilion. do you know?"

The two guards knew where the Ningxiang Pavilion was, and they looked at each other in fear. Although they felt sorry for the maid in the room who was about to be tortured to death, they didn't say anything, as if they had already I've seen a lot: "Jin Zun, Mr.

arrange. "

After Wu Yayan stepped out of the small courtyard, he identified the direction and walked towards the direction of the study. When the sky in the inner city gradually darkened, at this time, in the old Murong family's house outside the imperial capital, people had just had dinner The husband and wife were led into the house by Dongmei, and sat on the arhat couch to play chess, talking in a low voice while playing chess.

Jiang Luoyu put down a white piece, and when she misread, she happened to see Dongmei standing not far away, pouring a cup of tea and putting it in Murong Hao's hand, there seemed to be a hint of delicate and beautiful Dongmei between her eyebrows and eyes.

He wanted to see what kind of new tricks Dongmei would play, but the maid just put on an air for a while, and Murong Hao looked at the chessboard with a cold face, as if he didn't see her at all, Dongmei's face immediately became pale. A little bit lost, but when he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Jiang Luoyu's half-smiling gaze, and immediately his body trembled with fright, his face turned pale, he turned and retreated.

Watching her figure disappear, Jiang Luoyu Shiran withdrew his gaze, and suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Grandmother, it's really as kind as you said, but it's not like my grandmother at all."

There seemed to be sarcasm in his words, Murong Hao knew that it was his grandmother who gave him a maid as soon as they met, and said such words, which made Jiang Luoyu angry, sighed secretly, put down the chess pieces in his hand, and clenched his hand tightly. Finger, the voice is as firm as a promise: "Now you are mine, without your mine, mine is yours."

"That Dongmei, did you know each other early?"

Jiang Luoyu snorted, withdrew his hand reluctantly, put down a white chess piece again, and ate a large piece of black chess pieces on the board, with a calm expression, but obviously not in a good mood He was straightforward, and his tone became a bit more inexplicably cold, but the person sitting opposite him didn't think he was disobedient, but the more he listened to him, his eyebrows and eyes became more and more crooked.

"From my point of view, you introduced her to me the first time we met, and you specially gave her to serve me. I'm afraid it's because you have been refusing to let her go because you have never married a wife, and because I am newly married, it is not good for the old man to say directly. I gave you the words of concubine, so I turned a corner to remind me, and then directly gave me the big maid beside her, which not only showed her love for you, but also prepared the candidate for your concubine."

"Are you worried about me when you say that?" After pausing for a moment, Murong Hao's face became a bit more interested, looking at the strangled pawns in front of him, he didn't seem to care, and casually moved the black pawns. Put it back into the chess box, put it in front of Jiang Luoyu with a slight smile, "Still, are you jealous?"

As soon as the word "jealous" came out, Jiang Luoyu raised his eyes to look at him with a smile, waved his sleeves and leaned against the cushion, raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't mean that, it's because you are overthinking."

Before he finished speaking, he immediately got up and got off the couch without waiting for Murong Hao's answer, and took a sip from the tea cup placed by his side. It's a joke: "Even if I think too much, your grandmother or your father will really make this maid a concubine for you in the future, do you want it or not?"

Murong Hao looked at his soft and beautiful eyebrows and eyes in the faint sunset light with a smile, his eyes seemed to be in a daze, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his arm, stood up and said in a low voice: "If that's the case, then Are you asking me if my golden dagger is sharp?"

Jiang Luoyu looked at the hand holding her arm, and after a long time, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't know why she sighed, and turned around to hug him, listening to his voice like the gurgling water outside the door, Or the crisp sound of the clear spring falling on the stone,

It seemed to sound from the bottom of my heart.

"If you don't want it, it's because I don't want it."

Your joy and anger are greater than everything in this world, including... myself.

The person in the dark red clothes closed his eyes, hugged the warm body of the person in his arms tightly, remained silent for an unknown amount of time, and when he spoke again, he suddenly revealed the deep, deep secret that had been hidden for many years. Shocking secret.

"During the day, you guessed it right. Xiao Yun, the eldest son of the Xiao family in Ruyang, who was called "a man who is not a good husband", is the so-called father who is actually a despicable and shameless man. heartless people."

With Jiang Luoyu in his arms, she couldn't help but sigh again: "If you don't tell me, I won't blame you."

Murong Hao raised his hand to caress the long black hair on his back, pulled the corners of his lips and shook his head very slowly.

"It's because I shouldn't have been hiding it all the time. That heartbroken person was the culprit who killed my parents, but I can live a happy life. I married someone from the Wuya family as my wife, and I have a son and daughter. Where are his parents? Even if he may have guilt in his heart, what’s the use of worrying about what happened back then?! It’s just making people laugh!”