The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Hibiscus tent (45)

Shu Le carefully observed the content of the painting, and compared it with the furnishings in the room.

He sincerely said to the system: Tong, I think Xiaotongtong has a bright future and a lot of dreams.

The system ignored him.

Shu Le could only turn left and right to admire for a while, and decided to roll up the painting and stuff it back into the painting wall.

The bedroom door creaked——

Lin Jitong opened the door and walked in.

He seemed to come back in a hurry, he didn't even tidy up the hem of his clothes, which he always tidied up in the past, and brought these folds that came back in a hurry.

Shu Le was at the desk with a scroll of erotic paintings, when he raised his eyes, he met Lin Jitong's gaze.

Shu Le: "..."

Shu Le lowered his head and glanced at the flawless works that he had glanced at, and then looked at Lin Jitong who was standing in front of the door.

It was extremely rare to feel embarrassed.

Lin Jitong didn't seem to notice the painting in Shu Le's hand at all, he stared at Shu Le: "Are you out of the palace?"

Shu Le laughed twice, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty is gracious, go back to the General's Mansion to have a look."

By the way, I thought of coming over to see if I could do it.

Shu Le withdrew his gaze, and casually threw the rolled painting into the painting.

However, Hua Lou's bottle mouth is not big, and Shu Le's skills are not as good as before.

Throwing it casually, instead of throwing the painting into the painting wall, it accidentally fell to the ground.

What makes Shu Le feel even more desperate is that the belt he fastened on the painting was accidentally thrown away——

The scroll was half unrolled, revealing his and Lin Jitong's.

The second half of helping each other comes.

Shu Le: "..."

Okay, very thoughtful scrolling.

Shu Le subconsciously glanced at Lin Jitong's expression, then reached forward and took a few steps to pick up the painting scroll that had rolled around several times.

As soon as his hand touched the painting, Shu Le found another hand covering his hand from the side.

Shu Le froze for a moment, then turned his head to look.

Lin Jitong walked over from the door at some point, and was squatting beside him, holding Shu Le's hand.

Shu Le's body temperature has always been low since his illness, but Lin Jitong seemed very warm.

The actions of the two of them extended the painting scroll that had already been half opened on the ground forward, and now the whole painting was fully displayed in front of Shu Le again.

Watch your own erotic paintings with the gourd object with your own eyes.

That feeling is very exciting.

Shu Le pursed the corners of her lips, even a little unfinished.

Lin Jitong didn't let go of Shu Le's hand, and rolled up the painting with the other hand, lowered his head and said to Shu Le, "You...see it?"

Shu Le nodded with extra brazenness, watched the picture scroll circle around twice and stopped, and said with a smile: "The painting skills are good, and it's quite realistic."

Do you want to do it again?

Lin Jitong turned around and took a deep look at Shu Le, the expression in his eyes changed again and again, and finally pulled him to sit down on the chair.

Then he went back to the table and added a cup of hot tea to Shu Le: "The weather is very good today, why are your hands still so cold? Are you still in good health?"

Shu Le took a sip of the tea, changed the subject and said, "It doesn't count. By the way, when I came here just now, your servant said you were not at the house, where did you go?"

Lin Jitong paused: "Zhaoyue Tower."

Shule:? ? ?

Shu Le coughed twice before saying, "I didn't expect Brother Lin to have such a good mood."

Then after thinking about it, he asked again, "Does Zhaoyuelou have a new beauty?"

Lin Jitong looked sideways at Shu Le, shook his head and said, "Brother Le, haven't you always liked Liu Yin very much, I thought you would ask her first."

Holding the teacup, Shu Le said heartily: "Oh brother Lin, although I am in the palace now, I am well informed. Isn't Liuyin married? Naturally, I can't think about it anymore."

Lin Jitong was silent for a while, then shook his head: "Since Liuyin left Zhaoyue Tower, newcomers have emerged one after another, and Zhaoyue Tower is more lively than before."

Shu Le straightened his eyes longingly, and said with emotion: "Oh, I really envy you, you are accompanied by a beautiful woman, and you are chic and romantic."

Lin Jitong smiled, and suddenly said: "Brother Le, on the day Liu Yin leaves the boudoir, please ask me to give you a word."

Shu Le turned his head: "Huh?"

Comrade Lin Ji said: "I think about you every day, and I hate you without love."

Shu Le: "..."

No, little sister, listen to my explanation, I just can't be hard on you.

Moreover, Shu Le always felt that Lin Jitong was weird today.

It seems to have been greatly stimulated.

Shu Le thought hard for a while, and couldn't figure out when he offended him, so he could only tentatively ask: "Brother Lin, are you here to plead against me for Liu Yin?"

"How come."

Lin Jitong poured tea for Shu Le again, then leaned over and straightened Shu Le's collar, "How is everything in the palace?"

Shu Le really can't drink tea anymore, he just wants to have a fight with Lin Jitong, but now it seems that Lin Jitong has no such intentions at all.

Wronged.

sad.

Shu Le lay on the table, and said sullenly: "It's okay, let's just do that. How can a big man do well in the harem."

Lin Jitong glanced at him, only seeing half of the back of Shu Le's head.

Remembering what he saw on Shu Le just now, Lin Jitong closed his eyes: "Your Majesty...how does he treat you?"

Shu Le said casually: "That's it, what else can I do, it's not really going to make him a queen in the palace."

Lin Jitong paused for a moment, as if he wanted to hold back, but in the end he couldn't.

He looked at Shu Le, and said softly: "Brother Le, then... Your Majesty and you..."

The position behind Shu Le was still uncomfortable, and he yawned lazily: "Huh?"

Lin Jitong said with great difficulty: "Your Majesty and you, have you... helped each other?"

Shu Le: "..."

This question finally aroused Shu Le's interest.

At least let him see a little bright dawn.

Shu Le straightened up from the table, turned his head to look at Lin Jitong who was sitting next to him, rolled his eyes, and leaned closer and said, "Dare you ask what kind of mutual help Brother Lin is asking about?"

Lin Jitong's face flashed a few thin reds quickly: "That's right, Brother Le and I once..."

Shu Le happily posted it a little closer, leaning close to Lin Jitong and said, "I understand, it's just like helping each other like in brother Lin's painting, right?"

Lin Jitong didn't speak.

Shu Le stood up from the chair, crossed her legs, and sat on Lin Jitong's lap.

Shu Le blinked, and chuckled lightly: "If you want me to say...Brother Lin, you have painted all the paintings, and you have taken down the landscape wall picture, do you have to paint this erotic painting of you and me every night before going to bed? Hang it up and enjoy it?"

Lin Jitong seemed to have been poked in his mind, his pupils shrank suddenly, and even the blush on his face became a little bit thicker.

"If you have the guts to paint, why don't you have the guts to admit it?"

Shu Le put his hands on Lin Jitong's shoulders, bit his lip, "Do you miss that time very much?"

Lin Jitong was afraid that Shu Le would fall, so he could only support him with his hands from behind, and still didn't answer while frowning.

Shu Le let out a "tsk", obviously a little impatient, and stretched out his leg and lightly kicked Lin Jitong's foot: "Brother Lin, what do I want to ask you?"

"Don't fool around."

Lin Jitong held Shu Le firmly in his arms, and remained silent for a while before vomiting slowly, "En."

Shu Le laughed maliciously, and leaned forward to listen: "Huh, what is it? I didn't hear clearly."

"Brother Le!"

Lin Jitong finally got a little annoyed, blushed and raised his eyes to look at Shu Le, while carefully hugging him so as not to let him fall, "Obviously I am the one who is asking questions now."

Shu Le finally finished laughing, and nodded cooperatively: "All right, all right, you ask."

Lin Jitong just looked at Shu Le and didn't speak.

Shu Le said leisurely: "Oh, I remembered. Brother Lin asked if I had done it with His Majesty, right?"

Lin Jitong supported Shu Le's waist, his eyes were a little tangled, but he asked again: "...Have you done it?"

Shu Lelang laughed, and put more effort into the arms holding Lin Jitong's shoulders, so that the whole body and Lin Jitong stuck together even tighter.

He lowered his voice and said quietly: "Yes, and brother Lin, not only did they mess with each other... but also did other things."

After Shu Le finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch Lin Jitong's body, and if there was nothing, he said, "For example, the matter of husband and wife."

Shu Le hooked Lin Jitong's palm: "Brother Lin, would you like to try it with me?"

Lin Jitong was startled.

The hand holding Shu Le also froze for a moment.

Surprise, hesitation, longing, and desire quickly appeared on his face.

But in the end it stopped at the rational one.

Lin Jitong shook his head, hugged Shu Le, and put him on the chair next to him gently: "You are now the Queen of Zhou Zhou...don't be criticized, it's not good for you. "

Shule:? ? ?

Shu Le finally burned half of his blood and was poured cold again. He lowered his face: "If you don't tell me about today's matter, who will know?"

Lin Jitong stood up, straightened Shu Le's clothes with his own hands, and kissed Shu Le's forehead again.

He opened the mouth and said: "There is no need to rush for a while. Brother Le, when you take off the title of empress in the future and leave the palace, you and I can tie the knot and we will be friends forever."

Shu Le: "..."

That's because I'm afraid I'm going to suffocate to death.

Shu Le has always known that Lin Jitong is a scholar, but now he finds that he is really typical and cannot be more typical.

Even in ancient times, it was practiced to obtain a certificate before going to bed.

After being poured twice in a row, Shu Le's interest was finally completely lost.

He waved Lin Jitong's hand away, and there was no extra expression on his face.

Shu Le stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

Only then did Lin Jitong realize that Shu Le didn't seem too cheerful, so he immediately followed.

Before he could catch up, he heard an exceptionally thin and familiar voice from outside the house: "Empress Empress, the time has come, Your Majesty ordered servants to come and fetch you back to the palace."

It was Fuquan.

Shu Le opened the door of Lin Jitong's bedroom, and at a glance, he saw Fuquan standing outside the house respectfully holding a whisk in his hands.

Seeing him coming out, he immediately showed a smirk: "Your Majesty, didn't your majesty let you go home? Why did you come to the Master Lin's mansion?"

Shu Le looked back at Lin Jitong, then turned to Fuquan and said, "It's still early, come and visit my old friend."

Fuquan didn't expose it, just bowed again: "Since that's the case, the empress should hurry back with the slaves. Your Majesty has been waiting in the palace for a long time."

Shu Le said "hmm", and said to Fuquan: "Wait for me a moment, I will leave after I have a word with Xueshi Lin."

"My lady, please."

Shu Le turned around and walked to Lin Jitong, sighed quietly: "Brother Lin, what a pity, you didn't fuck me today, I'm afraid you won't have a chance in the future."

So angry!