A Qi

Young Master Shen lived in a guest room in the southeast direction, and several servants and his mother and sister lived in the two adjacent rooms.Just after eating the fast meal at this moment, Shen Peilin picked up the books that he carried with him, and read them carefully by candlelight. Only when the door knocked, did I know there was someone outside the house. On the one hand, I blamed myself for my carelessness. Everyone walked to the door and found it. Great weapon.

Putting down the book, got up and straightened the slightly wrinkled clothes, went to open the door, and there was a "squeak", but there were two luxuriously dressed people standing outside the door, especially a cold-faced young man with a frosty face. It's really stunning, not inferior to a woman; the one next to him with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with sword eyebrows, is also a good young man, but compared with his companion, his brilliance has dimmed a lot.

Shen Peilin looked at the two visitors, and said with doubts, "The two of you are..."

Zhao Minglang clasped his hands, and began to recommend himself heartily and confidently, "My servant, Zhao Minglang, this is my friend An Rong. We heard that Mr. Shen is in Taoran Temple together, so we are here to visit."

There was a polite smile on Shen Peilin's face, but he was slandering in his heart. The two obviously came prepared.

"Two, please come in."

After An Rong entered, he hurriedly looked at the hut. The furnishings were almost the same as theirs. There was a small bundle by the bedside, and a few pieces of clothing that he carried with him were scattered. The book - "Compilation of Strategies for Governing the Country", it seems that Mr. Shen has a country in his heart, and he does not have the arrogance and extravagance of a son of a family. If he knows it in his heart, it will be much easier to speak.

"The books that Mr. Shen likes to read on weekdays are exactly the same as this one."

Shen Peilin followed An Rong's gaze and knew that he was referring to the book he had just flipped through, "Oh? Mr. An is also interested in family and country affairs? Let's talk about it."

An Rong smiled, poured a few drops of the herbal tea on the table, dipped her index finger in some of the tea on the table, and slowly sketched a word - "Liang", then looked at Shen Peilin, keeping her secret.

Unable to tell whether it's an enemy or a friend, Shen Peilin didn't dare to agree rashly, his heart was like a mirror, but his mouth was secretly dumbfounded, pretending to be puzzled, "Mr. An, what does this mean? I'm sorry for being stupid, but I hope you can make a clear point." .”

Zhao Minglang on the side couldn't bear the two people's constant teasing, walked over and wiped the water stains on the table with his sleeves, his eyes like ink were fixed on Shen Peilin, his lips parted and closed, and he said three words, "Liang Huaishi. "

Shen Peilin raised his eyebrows, his pair of peach blossom eyes looked at him like nothing, this person was good-looking, but his character was too reckless, he blurted out such words before he could distinguish between friends and foes, while he was looking at him, he was also Looking at myself, the contest between men and men is mixed with their own little thoughts. From the perspective of others, the atmosphere is a bit ambiguous, with a dark fragrance floating.

"Brother Minglang." An Rong on the side reminded him, and Zhao Minglang realized his abruptness, and quickly looked away, looking away apologetically, and coughed a few times in embarrassment.

Shen Peilin saw it, and smiled, it was interesting, this trip to Taoran Temple seemed worthwhile.

"Liang Huairugui is the prime minister of the current court. From now on, Mr. Zhao must not speak out the name of the prime minister in front of outsiders."

It was just a kind word, but in Zhao Minglang's ears, it turned into sarcasm, and he almost rolled up his sleeves and started a fight with him, a good boy always speaks in an official tone, what a fucking trouble.

"Hey, all I know in the world is the emperor's name, which cannot be mentioned, so Liang Huaishi's courage can be compared with today's?"

An Rong grabbed his arm, trying to make him stop talking, but Zhao Minglang is a son of a martial arts family, and he usually speaks quickly, but now he can't stop when he gets emotional.

"An Rong, why are you pinching me? I have to tell you if you pinch me."

Shen Peilin saw that this person was very interesting, and asked jokingly, "How old is Mr. Zhao, and has he ever been married?"

Zhao Minglang originally wanted to continue talking, but seeing this person's topic change so quickly, he stopped talking in astonishment, and after thinking about it, why did he ask him these things, could it be... that he was a matchmaker for his sister.Immediately, he straightened his back, his spirits were high, and he was not as cynical as before.

"Zhao Minglang in Xiaguangling, 26 years old, Zhao Xiao, the former leader of the martial arts alliance, is my father. He has no scruples these years, and he is ashamed of his parents. He has never married and established a business."

Although Shen Peilin knew that the background of these two people was not simple, he never expected that the former leader of the martial arts was actually the father of one of them. Since ancient times, scholars, farmers, businessmen, and politicians have held high positions, but martial arts people are also a force that cannot be underestimated. , the great-grandfather of the Dongcheng Dynasty was born in Cao Mang, who overthrew the previous dynasty and became the emperor.It can be seen that the power of martial arts.Although his father was the former alliance leader, the power of the secret root system is immeasurable.

Zhao Minglang looked at the young master of the Shen family who was thinking deeply, without showing any expression on his face, thinking that he was considering whether to betroth his younger sister to him, he was very proud, and a surge of joy crept up his brows.

"Young Master Zhao's family background makes me daunting."

Hearing such a compliment from him, Zhao Minglang was so happy that he was about to fly, so he cut straight to the point, "Mr. Shen is absurd. I heard that Mr. Shen has a younger sister. I don't know..."

An Rong stood aside and couldn't stand it any longer. He wondered whether you were here to accompany me on business, or to act as a matchmaker for him. He interrupted Zhao Minglang, "I have heard that your lord Shen is a clean and honest official. Good officer of welfare."

Shen Peilin's eyes were deep, and he thought to himself, this is the purpose of your trip, but he didn't agree with An Rong's words, he just smiled and showed humility.

On the contrary, Zhao Minglang spoke very quickly, and blurted out again, "But as we all know, your father and Liang Huaishi have different political views."

Shen Peilin's ruthlessness flashed past, quickly put it away, and smiled alienatedly, "I don't know where Mr. Zhao heard about these nonsense things. My father and Mr. Liang Guozhang are both working for the emperor, and they are colleagues of each other. There is a lot of humility in the room, where does the theory of political disagreement come from?"

An Rong's face was like a spring breeze, she also smiled, but did not speak, the calmness between her brows and eyes fainted into an indifferent landscape.

Zhao Minglang felt that this person was too insincere, he came to express his attitude with good intentions, and hoped to form an alliance, but who knew that it was this attitude of rejecting others, he was suffocating in his heart, and he didn't want that illusory lady anymore , bluntly said, "You are really good at pretending. Everyone knows what happened to your father and Liang Huaishi, and we are not hiding the truth. We originally wanted to ask you for help, but now it seems that we really came to the wrong place, An Rong ,let's go!"

The two turned around and left. Just outside the door, a voice came from inside, "Wait."

The corners of An Rong's mouth raised slightly, Zhao Minglang pursed his lips to suppress a smile, winked at An Rong, turned and walked back.

"You just said that you want me to help, how can you help?"

An Rong paused slightly, and said in a deep thought, "You only need your father to submit to the emperor the evidence that Liang Huaishi colluded with foreign feudal clans and caused chaos in the court."

"Evidence? Where did the evidence come from?"

"Don't worry about Mr. Shen, we will take care of it."

"it is good."

The alliance between the three has been reached, and the snow outside is covering the land, covering up all the secrets.

After returning, he opened the door and saw Ah Qi teasing the little yellow dog, the smile on his mouth disappeared instantly after seeing the two of them.

"My lord." Ah Qi stood up and bowed to say hello.

"Hahaha An Rong saw it, it's better to use the aggressive method, this young master of the Shen family understands."

An Rong's eyes darkened, and he said suddenly, "You really think that he has been subjected to this provocative method. He has been probing since we first entered the house, and he has never expressed his position. He is just afraid that we are Liang Huaishi's people. , deliberately trying to set him up."

"Hey, don't think about it, anyway, the matter is half done, and the next step is to collect evidence for the dog thief."

Ah Qi listened to what they said, but didn't understand what they were talking about, so she knelt down and stroked the puppy's fur.

An Rong swept across Ah Qi's body, from the moment he entered the door, this man was just between a master and a servant, he got up and said hello, and the rest of his attention was on that earthy dog.An Rong felt a little unhappy, but she couldn't say how to be unhappy.

At this moment, Zhao Minglang yelled, "Sleep, that...is called Ah Qi, right? If you find a quilt, just make the floor bunk."

Ah Qi knew that this man was going to bed, and seeing that An Rong had packed up and got into bed, Ah Qi stood up and blew out the candles on the table.

The sudden darkness enveloped the whole bamboo house, and Ah Qi sat on the ground leaning against the corner of the table, sleeping with his eyes closed.For a servant, having a warm house sheltered from the wind and a stove is already a luxury.

At nightfall, An Rong on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the person leaning on the corner of the table, Ah Qi was in a deep sleep, and the slight snoring sound was especially clear in the silent night, An Rong felt irritable, and his body went from bottom to top. A small burst of fire rose up... The man was really in front of him, even if An Rong turned around and didn't look at him, he could still feel the aura, which was tickling.

I don't know when, my body actually had such a big desire for that turtle slave, I think it must be because I stayed in the pile of makeup for too long, it will be so abnormal.

After struggling with himself for a long time, An Rong finally walked towards Ah Qi. In the darkness, An Rong's face was unclear, and his fingers trembled slightly...

Ah Qi was dreaming in a daze. He felt that there were hands taking off his pants. After knocking them off once, the hand fumbled up again. An Rong in the clothes, his slender white hands were taking off his pants, Ah Qi was dazed, not sure what was going on.

"Young Master Ling." The voice was very low, with some vague sleepiness.

An Rong stopped his movements, stared at him with a complicated expression, and only after a while did he say - "Give it to me."

Ah Qi couldn't see his face clearly, half of his trousers were taken off by him, and they were piled up on his knees, his fingers were slightly curled up, Ah Qi was dumbfounded and silent.The two remained in a stalemate like this, An Rong withdrew his hand, but Ah Qi seemed to be empty, and quickly grabbed An Rong's withdrawn hand, "I... um." It was a tacit consent.

He is a tortoise slave, it is really not his turn to play with his master, he has to give what the master wants, and he also likes An Rong very much in his heart, willing to be treated like that by him.

At that moment, the room became even more silent, and Ah Qi's whole body was burning like fire.

"Turn around."

Ah Qi's sudden smile froze, he forgot his identity for a moment, and asked stupidly, "Why..."

An Rong was a little impatient, so she didn't answer him, and turned Ah Qi over with her back to her. This position was extremely humiliating to Ah Qi, just like treating livestock.But he comforted himself, that a person like a fairy did not dislike him, and was willing to do that kind of thing with him, after all, he, Ah Qi, earned it.Thinking of it this way, I actually felt a little bit of self-pity and joy.

The charcoal fire on the charcoal stove was burning red, the whole room was warm, the room was full of spring light, the temperature continued to rise, both of them were sweating, through the night light, Ah Qi turned his head and saw An Rong's There are also thin beads of sweat on the face, and a few strands of hair stick to the forehead, endless temptation...

In his sleep, Zhao Minglang heard the rustling movement below, opened his sleepy eyes, but saw this scene. Although he only saw the back of An Rong, he knew very well what they were doing, especially what they were doing. Ah Qi groaned forbearance...all this is too unimaginable.

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