The Vicious Villain is Beauty and the Strong [Quick Transmigration]

"Your Majesty ordered people to draw a lot of portraits of Mr. Zhang Lian..." Xiao Zhezi said that the picture in front of him was a little dazed. His Majesty in front of him overlapped with the boy a few years ago. His Majesty at that time had completed the homework assigned by Mr. Shao , and began to stare at the portrait in a daze.

When He Qing heard this, he asked doubtfully, "Where's the portrait?"

He didn't see any portrait of Lian Lin.

Xiao Zhezi shook his head, lamenting in his heart, His Majesty's mental state is so bad that he can even forget such an important thing.

Thinking of this, he felt more sympathy for He Qing.

"You hid the portrait under the bed."

"I'm hiding?" He Qing's eyes flashed a look of loneliness, "Yes, I'm hiding."

He Qing's eyeballs twitched, and he asked himself dully and answered, "But why should I hide?"

He put his searching eyes on Xiao Zhezi, leaned forward, with his arms resting on the bed, like a little fox, "Don't I like Lian Lin?"

"Your Majesty..." Xiao Zhezi's eyes dodged and he said, "Your Majesty said that even your lord..."

"I'm afraid even the adults hate you."

Afraid that Lian Lin would hate him?

But when the tyrant killed Lian Lin's father, didn't he think about this problem?

A clear answer gradually emerged in He Qing's mind, and this answer may be the key to unlocking all this.

He Qing: I remember you just said that you wanted to compensate me for a clue?

【Yes. 】

He Qing: Can you tell me whether Lian Lin's father was killed by a tyrant?

[The answer to this question is: no. 】

He Qing clutched his chest: Didn't the tyrant kill him?

Yes, in the dream that night, the person killed by the tyrant was a middle-aged man, whose appearance was far from Lian Lin's.

So who killed Lian Lin's father?

Why doesn't the tyrant tell the truth?

What's going on behind all this?

No, maybe one person knows the truth.

He Qing's heart sank, there might be only one way to go now.

"Can you show me the portrait?"

Xiao Zhezi squatted down nimbly, and took out a roll of canvas from the old things under the bed.

He spread out the canvas on the bed and stretched it out evenly.

The tall and handsome figure on it quickly appeared in front of them vividly.

He Qing outlines the figure with his hands, following every line, every pattern on the clothes

block texture.

Tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, and there was a lot of emotion in his heart, which criss-crossed and rattled.

"Did I do something wrong?" He Qing murmured.

Little Zhezi was already sobbing, his shoulders twitched, and just as he was about to say something comforting, there was a figure beside him.

He turned around, and the face in the portrait suddenly magnified beside him.

Xiao Zhezi screamed subconsciously, quickly covered his mouth and stepped back to the other side.

However, He Qing didn't seem to hear the movement here, sitting quietly beside the portrait like a sculpture.

Lian Lin glanced at He Qing, and he said lightly, "Go down."

Xiao Zhezi was worried about He Qing in his heart, but with that sharp gaze on his head, his body seemed to have rolled on the tip of a knife a few times, "Slave... can you..."

"Go down."

It's still an unsalty voice.

But with an irresistible aura.

"...Yes." Xiao Zhezi withdrew.

He Qing quietly glanced at Lian Lin from the corner of his eye. Lian Lin changed into a red dress, and held a small iron box between his slender fingers.

When He Qing saw a certain part of Lian Lin's body, he began to have a dull pain.

What happened last night was too embarrassing, when he saw Lian Lin, he couldn't help flashing a few unsuitable images in his mind.

He Qing: ...you can't see it, you can't see it.

Seeing that He Qing was staring at something intently, Lian Lin sneered, wondering what the hell he was doing again.

After getting closer, I could clearly see the person in the portrait.

It's not someone else, it's yourself.

Lian Lin moved slightly, reaching out to pull the portrait.

Unexpectedly, two small, white hands were tightly clenched at the other end of the portrait, and where his eyes met, he met a pair of moist eyes.

"Don't take him away."

"What are you pretending?" Lian Lin said mockingly.

"This is my stuff." He Qing raised his waist and pressed it on the portrait, "My stuff, don't take it away."

Lian Lin let go of the portrait.

"Brother Lian Lin... when will you come to see me..." He Qing buried his entire face in the portrait.

The place where he was pressing was Lian Lin's chest in the portrait, so it seemed that he was leaning into the arms of a man.

With a dark face, Lian Lin grabbed He Qing's collar, dragged him and threw him onto the bed.

He Qing fell back on the bed.

"It hurts!" The back of He Qing's hand was rubbed red on the bed, and he said angrily with red eyes: "How dare you treat me like this! I want your head!"

"Whose head does His Majesty want?"

He Qing see clearly

Seeing the face of the visitor, the whole person lost his mind for a moment, "Don't come here!"

"Go away...I don't want to see you!"

Just now he called him Brother Lian Lin, and now he is yelling at him to get lost, what the hell is He Qing doing?

Lian Lin frowned, "He Qing, I don't have time to play with you."

He Qing couldn't hear him, and got under the quilt, shivering with the quilt.

Lian Lin tried to tear off the quilt, but was firmly pulled at the other end. When he finally tore off a corner, a pair of timid eyes looked up at him from bottom to top.

"What are you going to do to me?" He Qing asked very carefully, his fox eyes were full of timidity.

"If you dare to do anything to me, Yafu will not spare you."

"Oh?" Lian Lin put his tongue against his jaw and snorted coldly, "Really?"

After pulling away He Qing's last cover, Lian Lin's subordinates acted a little rough.

No one helped He Qing change his clothes, and the old clothes couldn't stand being pulled. After a few times of tossing, the bruises were exposed.

Lian Lin supported He Qing with one hand, told him not to move at all, and said in a cold tone, "Open your legs."

He Qing: ...a beast.

"Open." There was impatience in his tone.

He Qing closed his eyes and followed Lian Lin's instructions.

Anyway, he doesn't suffer... once or twice is nothing.

Just the next second, a cold feeling came from below.

Touching the torn wound with his hand, He Qing "hissed" a few times and took a few breaths.

Lian Lin is helping him with medicine?

He Qing couldn't see Lian Lin's expression, but judging from his rough movements, Lian Lin shouldn't be in a very good mood.

He Qing's legs were clamped, and he kept backing away, muttering in his mouth: "Don't touch me, don't touch me..."

Compared with He Qing's embarrassment, Lian Lin's clothes were neat, and he looked like a person with two auras. Lian Lin's thin lips parted slightly, and he said two words: "Come here."