i green myself a hundred times

Le Zhengrong's gaze deepened, and she suddenly withdrew her feet and stood up, "Changing clothes, come to the study to serve," leaving this sentence, Le Zhengrong walked out.

Seeing Le Zhengrong's back disappear in front of his eyes, Yin Yuan slowly got up with his hands on the ground.

Her head drooped very low, Yin Yuan didn't dare to reveal her emotions because she didn't know if Le Zhengrong had sent someone to monitor her in the Prince Regent's mansion.

The blush on her face gradually receded, her trembling body returned to calm, a pair of slender jade hands slowly tidied up the slave skirt, and she stood still and breathed calmly before finally walking out slowly.

When Yin Yuan returned to the yard, hot water was already prepared in the room.

There is a new set of slave skirts on the bed. There is nothing wrong with this slave skirt, but the clothes there are as thin as a cicada's wings. If you wear it on a person, it must be a beautiful scenery.

Yin Yuan took a bath and put her hair back into a simple bun. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Xu Xiao waiting outside.

Neither of them spoke, they nodded to each other, and they understood that Xu Xiao was here to take her to the study.

Seeing Yin Yuan again, Xu Xiao felt very delicate.

On the one hand, she felt that in Lan Country, where women are respected, it is really shameless for a number one scholar to linger on his last breath.

On the one hand, I feel that a person can be so tough, but it is really not easy.

It's just that living without dignity is different from dying?Being despised, cast aside, and spurned by others all day long, he will be trapped in the Prince Regent's Mansion in this life, and he will never succeed.Being a woman does not go to make contributions, but here she has sold her dignity for a living. Is there any point in living?

Even if you leave the Prince Regent’s Mansion, with such a past, you are stamped as a slave, danced in front of all the officials in the palace, and then became a slave in front of Tanhua, who is not as good as yourself, even if this person is released one day The Prince Regent's Mansion may also be abolished.

Xu Xiao suddenly shivered, and lamented that the regent really killed people without blood, and punished people.

Yin Yuan lowered his head, even if he didn't look at Xu Xiao, he knew what she was thinking.

The harder Le Zhengrong trampled, it meant that the trample was about to pass.

When Le Zhengrong found out that trampling could not make her feelings disappear, she would naturally play the game in another way.

All I can do is to follow her game and satisfy her temptations in her game.

No matter how she wants to play, she will take it one by one.

The two walked in silence for half an hour before reaching the door of the study.

There are no guards guarding the door, presumably there should be a dark place guarding in the dark.

Xu Xiao sent Yin Yuan to the door without stopping, and immediately turned around and walked back the way he came.

Yin Yuan stood at the door, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door of the study.

The voice in the room was not as warm as Le Zhengrong's in the past, but a little cold, "Come in."

Yin Yuan pushed the door open with his head down, turned around and closed the door, then knelt down on the ground with his head down.

Le Zhengrong's voice was still frosty and cold, "Come here."

Yin Yuan stood up with his head down.

At this moment, Le Zhengrong was sitting on the low couch, and she had also taken a bath, her hair was loose at the moment, she was wearing a loose black robe, and her shoes and socks were also black.

In front of her are memorials, writing brushes, candlesticks and other things placed on a low couch.

Le Zhengrong glanced at the objects in front of him, "Wen Zhao guess what this king lacks now?"

Yin Yuan bowed his head and said in a low voice, "Low table."

There was a slight smile on the corner of Le Zhengrong's mouth, but his voice was still cold, "Can Wen Zhao have a solution?"

Yin Yuan looked around in bewilderment, then seemed to think of something, and the expression on his face became slightly uncomfortable.

Le Zhengrong tapped the empty space in front of him with the memorial in his hand, "It seems that Wen Zhao has come up with a good idea."

Yin Yuan looked at Le Zhengrong, as if he wanted to get some affirmation from her eyes.

Le Zhengrong looked at Yin Yuan with a pair of purple pupils.

Yin Yuan seemed to be affirmed, and began to take off his satin shoes shortly.

"The material of this slave skirt is too slippery," Le Zhengrong's voice didn't fluctuate at all, as if he was giving an order, but he didn't finish his sentence.

Yin Yuan's ears turned red suddenly, and she trembled slightly again.

She seemed to understand the meaning of the words, stood up straight, and her slender fingertips came to the neckline.

The exquisite buttons were undone one by one, followed by a belt that bound the waist, and then the slave skirt that bound the body was removed.

Then came the still-smooth middle coat, which was also thrown on the ground.

On the person standing on the ground, only the undergarment, which is as thin as a cicada's wing, remains.

There was nothing else under the underwear, and it was afternoon at this time, and the warm sun was shining through the window on the clothes, and it was no different from directly shining on the icy skin and jade bones.

Yin Yuanyuan's face was flushed, and she walked into the couch with her head lowered. With her movements, a lot of softness was revealed.

She seemed to want to cover it with her hands, but finally gave up and got on the couch, acting as the missing item on the couch.

As soon as she settled her pose, Le Zhengrong's eyes were filled with dazzling white.

The fly in the ointment is that the back that should have been flawless is now covered with scars, and the skin is exposed through the pink tulle. This is a scene that makes people want to be full of desire, but unfortunately the flawless beauty is destroyed by the scars.

This made Le Zhengrong feel some regret for the first time, that he shouldn't destroy this flawless body.

But when I looked at it again, there was a bit of abusive desire in this destroyed innocence.

It's really contradictory.

Le Zhengrong's hand stretched out in front of Yin Yuan's eyes, and picked up the memorial on the couch. She put the memorial on her back, opened it and glanced, "Where is it convenient to put the pen?" Her tone seemed to be asking Yin Yuan round.

The left hand with well-defined bones has already picked up the pen and handed it to Yin Yuan's lips.

Yin Yuan opened his mouth and bit the pen, his ears seemed to turn redder.

Le Zhengrongfu picked up another brush and handed it to the man's lips.

The man on all fours had no choice but to open his lips and grab the second pen.

The owner of the hand did not let go of the person in front of him, and picked up the third pen.

Yin Yuan took three pens in a row, his lips were slightly parted, and because he was afraid of saliva getting wet on the pen body, he could only hold it between his teeth and tilted his head slightly, swallowing all the saliva.

Le Zhengrong prepared the brush, and then turned to get the candlestick.

It was already afternoon at this time, and the sunlight in the study room was just right, so why do we need candlesticks?

Coke still lit the candlestick with a serious face and held it in his palm, "Wen Zhao, don't move around, be careful to burn your back."

The words were gentle, but the tone showed a hint of interest for some reason, and the hand directly placed the candlestick on Ruyu's "low table".

As soon as the "low table" came into contact with the cold candlestick, it was shaken by the cold. Fortunately, the candle was lit at this time, and there was no wax oil, otherwise the wax oil would definitely drip on the "low table".

The "low table" was not too big, and there was no way to put other things there. Le Zhengrong could only put the cinnabar under the "low table".

She began to review the memorial, taking out a brush from time to time and dipping it in cinnabar for review.

After reviewing each memorial, Fu returned the brush.

Yin Yuan had to raise her head and swallow her saliva. Following her movements, the things on her back shook, and a drop of wax dripped.Although it is dripped on the tulle, it is still scorching.

"En," the pained cry could not be suppressed and hummed softly.

People who can hold back twenty whips that day seem to have particularly weak willpower today.

Le Zhengrong's tone was calm, "Wen Zhao should be careful, this is all a memorial."

Will people who care about memorials play with memorials like this?

Maybe those who play with this kind of people also don't take the memorial or Languo seriously.

This recognition made Le Zhengrong's eyes darken.

The rights that everyone in the world thought that Le Zhengrong could not get, and the throne that everyone in Lan Kingdom considered important, has become a gadget in such a way, which really pleases Le Zhengrong.

The blushing man nodded invisibly with a brush in his mouth.

The slender fingers opened another memorial, looked at it twice, and then pulled out a brush that had not been dipped in cinnabar.

The objects containing cinnabar were placed not too close by Le Zhengrong, and they were placed on the "low table" by Le Zhengrong's legs.

Le Zhengrong seemed to be carefully flipping through the memorial, but his slender fingers were holding a brush to look for cinnabar.

It seems that because I didn't look carefully, the brush naturally couldn't find the cinnabar, but I didn't know what it rubbed on.

The brush casually searched for the cinnabar, regardless of how many breaths it brought.

Panting lightly followed by shaking, another drop of wax oil dripped from the candlestick, which caused new shaking due to the scorching heat.

The annoying brush was just fumbling around.

On the top is a brush to cover the mouth, on the back is scorching hot wax, and on the bottom is a brush that soothes the itching.

The good "low table" was tortured until it seemed to collapse.

Le Zhengrong's hand didn't touch the "low table" the whole time.

She had a calm expression on her face, with only a hint of emotional ups and downs in her eyes, but her tone was somewhat commanding, "If Wen Zhao can't stand it, why don't you replace me."

The "low table", which seemed to have changed from white jade to pink crystal, immediately faded from the pale pink all over, leaving only the reddish "tabletop" with two tints of color.

A small face that should have been proud, actually seemed to show a little pity, shaking his head with a brush in his mouth.

Because of Le Zhengrong's previous actions, Yin Yuan's mouth already had unswallowed saliva, but at this moment, with the shaking, a trace of crystal slipped down his lips.

Le Zhengrong was supposed to be extremely clean, but at this moment, he didn't feel that the saliva was dirty, but wanted to make more of this crystal clear liquid.

She transferred the pen held in her right hand to her left, and used the pen to describe the tenderness, "There is not enough cinnabar, I wonder if I can borrow it here."

The brush was repeatedly rubbed through the tulle.

Naturally, the "low table" shook repeatedly because of this, and the wax dripped one after another. Le Zhengrong seemed suddenly worried that the "low table" would be burnt and could not be used, so he took off the candlestick with his right hand.

Just as the right hand put down the candlestick, it turned to pick up a memorial.

She didn't put the memorial on the "low table" to read, but suddenly hit the flexible "low table" with the memorial.

"En," a soft hum escaped from the tip of his nose.

However, Le Zhengrong seemed to be addicted to patting. He kept holding the brush in his left hand, and tapped the memorial in his right hand.

It's so itchy on the top that it's going to drive people crazy, and it's also the emptiness brought about by the slight pain on the bottom.

The "low table" was tossed and collapsed on the soft floor.

The Shougong sand on the white arm was dazzling red, but Le Zhengrong still had no intention of removing it. The interest in her eyes was only because this game was very interesting, and she didn't want to reach out to touch the "low table".

Maybe in her eyes it was just an object, the most interesting one among all the objects.

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