Tsing Yi Dance: Apricot Blossom Sky Shadow

"I didn't, brother Shaoqing, Ling'er didn't mean to lie to you, I was just afraid..." Mo Ling's defense was weak in Gu Shaoqing's ears, and he stood up and walked towards Mo Ling.

"What are you afraid of? Afraid that I won't detoxify you after knowing that you are the son of the Sixth Prince? Hehe~~ Mo Ling, you didn't want to come to see Mohan with me in every possible way before. Could it be that you were afraid that your identity would be found out! Hmm?"

The slight smell of alcohol on Gu Shaoqing's body enveloped Mo Ling, and his hand suddenly grabbed Mo Ling's slender neck with scalding temperature, and the anger in his eyes turned into pain after touching Mo Ling's slightly cool skin.

He never knew that being deceived could be such a heart-wrenching pain. He was never so sad when he was kicked out of Yaowang Valley by his senior brother.

"No, it's not like that, brother Shaoqing, I'm afraid of going back to that cage, so I...cough cough~~ pain, brother Shaoqing, let go...let go!" Mo Ling's voice was broken and pale The face gradually became abnormally red.

The few women who were still sitting in the same place came back to their senses, and seeing Mo Ling's face slowly turning cyanotic, they all turned pale with fright, several of them hugged each other and trembled all over, and one of them was timid and sobbing burst into tears.

The distraught Gu Shaoqing was disturbed by the woman's cries and became even more irritable.Throwing Mo Ling aside, he turned around and yelled at the women, "Get out! Get out of here!"

Several women ran towards the door like they were being pardoned, but none of them paid any attention to Mo Ling who was coughing constantly on the ground.

He took a big mouthful of fresh air, looked at Gu Shaoqing with hazy eyes of tears, "Brother Shaoqing, what do you have to do to trust Ling'er, what do you have to do to forgive Ling'er, Ling'er really didn't mean to deceive you! "

"Dead! I will believe you when you die!"

The unfeeling words spilled out of his lips, even Gu Shaoqing didn't expect that he would say such words, a little at a loss, he turned around and picked up the jug on the table and didn't pour it into the glass, but directly opened the lid of the jug and poured it go down.

Mo Ling, who got up from the ground just now, fell to the ground again after hearing Gu Shaoqing's words, staring blankly at the direction Gu Shaoqing was standing in, and murmured: "I'm dead, will brother Shaoqing really forgive me?"

Gu Shaoqing didn't answer him, but broke the jug and picked up another jug.

"Hehe~ Brother Shaoqing, Ling'er understands, I like brother Shaoqing, so I hope brother Shaoqing can forgive me." Mo Ling wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, smiling like a flower.

The bright red skirt hangs down at his feet as he stands up, like manjusawa blooming on the other side.He began to rejoice that he chose the red clothes, at least he would not see the shocking blood.

Brother Shaoqing, goodbye!

Looking at Gu Shaoqing's figure, Mo Ling muttered in his heart, closed his eyes, and rushed towards the wall on one side with a smile.

The pain did not come as expected, Mo Ling was embraced by the strong smell of alcohol instead, the temperature of that chest was familiar to him.

Mo Ling opened his eyes happily, did brother Shaoqing forgive him and save him?

"Understood? What do you understand! Like me? Do you know that your liking is not worth one ten-millionth of mine! Mo Ling! Your father and king killed my parents, my clansman, tell me! You let me How to forgive!"

Mo Ling's eyes reflected Gu Shaoqing's anger, grief and helplessness, a corner of his heart suddenly loosened, and he suddenly understood that it wasn't that he didn't forgive, but that he couldn't.

Brother Tsing Yi once said in the story he told himself that the easiest thing to make a person hate is not not having one, but the loss after owning it. I am afraid that the hatred that my father made Brother Shaoqing lose his family is really hard to forgive!

A tear fell from the corner of Gu Shaoqing's eye, and Mo Ling couldn't help but raised his hand to catch the tear to his fingertips. The crystal clear tears were dyed with a faint halo by the candlelight in the room, reflecting his and Brother Shaoqing's figures.

Astringent, salty!

After putting the teardrop into his mouth, Mo Ling came to the conclusion that the taste was the same as his own tears, full of bitterness.

It turned out that not only himself, Brother Shaoqing was also struggling in pain.

"Brother Shaoqing, Ling'er is too selfish!"

Mo Ling forced a wry smile, he wished that he hadn't been rescued by brother Shaoqing, so that brother Shaoqing wouldn't be embarrassed and sad.

The bitter smile hurt Gu Shaoqing's eyes, and the thought of destroying that smile rose in Gu Shaoqing's heart.

He tore off Mo Ling's skirt, no longer suppressed his desire to possess, and even nibbled between Mo Ling's collarbone with a little bit of revenge, hoping that Mo Ling, who is afraid of pain, would hum and wipe away the pain. A smile on his face.

It's just that Mo Ling apologized, and the desire to make up for his father made him not even hum, and he was not satisfied. Gu Shaoqing tore the clothes on Mo Ling's body into rags with just a few strokes.

It was the first time that Mo Ling's snow-white and slender body was fully presented before his eyes, and his slightly trembling body seemed to beckoning to him.

Unable to stop any longer, Gu Shaoqing twisted Mo Ling's hands behind his back violently. Without any foreplay, no measures, and no mercy, Gu Shaoqing broke into Mo Ling's body roughly, and the sudden severe pain made Mo Ling Ling shed tears silently and bit the corner of her lips.

A hot stream flowed down the heels of his legs. Mo Ling lowered his head and found that it was his own blood. He was once again glad that he chose the red shirt...

The sky was slightly bright, and Mo Ling, who hadn't slept all night, looked at Gu Shaoqing who was sleeping next to him, his focused eyes seemed to record every strand of Gu Shaoqing's hair.

Sighing, Mo Ling endured the pain in his body and climbed up, holding onto the table next to him, Mo Ling walked to the bed and dragged a quilt from the bed to gently cover Gu Shaoqing's body, and cut it with a pair of scissors on the dressing table. A lock of Gu Shaoqing's hair was taken down and held tightly in his hand.

It was just a simple matter, Mo Ling was so tired that he was covered in thin sweat, and his legs were trembling non-stop. The pain in his body had already made him numb, and the intense pain tore through his bottom line. Don't know what hurts anymore.

Randomly rummaging out a set of clothes from the closet and putting them on himself, Mo Ling staggered out with a body that hardly belonged to him.

He fell and got up all the way, got up and fell, and when Mo Ling returned to the inn where they were staying in Tsing Yi, he almost fainted. His distressed appearance made the waiter think that he had encountered a ghost early in the morning.

"Xiao Shizi?" Xiang'er looked at the people at the door of the inn in disbelief.

It was just one night, how could it become like this?Wasn't it okay to go out yesterday?

Xiang'er kicked open the door of Yingniao's room, Yingniao was looking at the mirror, and Xiang'er's sudden intrusion made him almost throw the comb in his hand as a hidden weapon.

"I said Xiang'er, can you knock on the door before entering?...Ah, ah, what are you doing! The clothes are torn!"

Yingniao's complaint was dragged all the way from the room to the corridor by Xiang'er, "Yingniao, hurry up and carry Xiao Shizi up!"

Shadow Bird looked at Xiang'er's fingers, the pale face of the shivering Xiao Shizi who was holding on to the door frame downstairs seemed to have just been dragged out of a noodle tank, and the cold sweat on his face was almost collapsed.

"Why me? But, how did this young man become like this?" Yingniao asked Xiang'er in bewilderment.

Xiang'er glanced at Yingniao and said, "Ask me, I'll ask someone! If you don't get him up, he's probably going to faint!"

"It's not Xiang'er, why do I have to go~" Yingniao was a little unhappy, after all, Xiao Shizi's surname was Mo, and he was from the imperial court, so he didn't want to get involved too much.

"Are you stupid! It's not you, could it be me? If you don't want the leader to embarrass Young Master Tsing Yi, hurry down!"

Yingniao looked at Xiang'er's small head that didn't reach her waist and shook her head, thinking that it's lucky that this girl has grown into this child's figure, otherwise, wouldn't it be difficult for him to live in peace all day long?