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

Lian Lin's body stiffened quickly because of He Qing's sudden approach. In order to stay away from He Qing's face, he leaned back, and his entire back was tightly pressed against the back of the wheelchair, while that snow-white face It's unspoken disgust.

Looking at his appearance, He Qing was really disgusted.

He Qing bent down, lifted Lian Lin's chin, and asked knowingly, "Why don't you speak? Are you afraid of me?"

Lian Lin moved his chin away in disgust, his temperament was like the breeze and the moon, but he could only sit in a wheelchair.

Like a bird trapped in a cage.

"Your Majesty, what exactly do you want?" Lian Lin's eyes were as dead ashes, was it really fun to tease the minister like this? "

The corner of He Qing's mouth curled into an indistinct smile. He didn't know what the original owner was thinking, but now that it was him, the feeling of teasing a beauty was extremely refreshing.

Seeing the cold beauty blushing anxiously because of herself, it feels very fulfilling.

But He Qing can't collapse the human design.

In the original book, the tyrant loves the beauty deeply. If the original owner was here and saw the beauty being angry, what would he do?

He Qing put down the corners of his mouth, stepped forward and squatted beside Lian Lin's legs, and said in a stiff and gentle tone: "I didn't mean to tease you, Lian Lin, don't you understand my heart?"

He Qing pulled Lian Lin's slender jade hands to cover his chest, his eyes were full of affection: "I will give you whatever you want, don't be angry with me, okay? Hmm?"

Lian Lin suppressed the disgust in his eyes, and tried to withdraw his hand, but it was held even tighter. He took a deep breath and said, "Then, I have an unfeeling request, and please agree with your Majesty."

When He Qing heard that Lian Lin finally made a request to him, his heart jumped wildly, and the joy on his face overflowed, "Finally, as long as it is your request, I will allow it."

Lian Lin said: "Your Majesty, please let the prime minister go back to the capital."

When He Qing heard Lian Lin's words, he immediately let go of Lian Lin's hand, stood up and looked at him condescendingly: "You really haven't forgotten him!"

"Lian Lin, I can give you whatever you want, but don't even think about him!" After He Qing said this, he felt that his acting skills were pretty good, and he didn't apply for a film school at the beginning. What a shame.

Lian Lin closed his eyes and said, "Then, please go back, Your Majesty."

"The minister is tired."

He Qing pursed his lips and stared at the wheel coldly.

Beauty in the chair.

The bedroom fell into a deathly silence, with the sound of wind beating against the window paper outside.

Suddenly, He Qing laughed.

Lian Lin's body was lightened, and his whole body fluttered in the air. He subconsciously wanted to put his arms around the only support, but when he opened his eyes and saw He Qing's disgusting face, he let go.

The strength of the tyrant is as small as his stature, but fortunately the protagonist Shou's body is thin enough, otherwise He Qing would really be ashamed of an adult.

He Qing hugged Lian Lin, ignoring the disgusted expression on Lian Lin's face, he turned Lian Lin in his arms, and walked out of Lian Lin's bedroom with big strides.

Lian Lin deliberately chose the place farthest from the tyrant's bedroom to live in for the sake of cleanliness.

In order to please the beauty, the tyrant complied with Lian Lin's request.

This is so hard for He Qing, who walked so far with Lian Lin in his arms.

Lian Lin was wearing thin clothes, and the cold wind was blowing on both sides. Lian Lin was shivering in He Qing's arms. Palace go.

After the palace ladies and eunuchs on the road saw He Qing.Kneeling all the way in fear.

He Qing hugged Lian Lin and ignored them.

After entering the palace, He Qing threw Lian Lin on the dragon bed, and then he pressed Lian Lin's body to go up.

Looking at He Qing who is close at hand, Lian Lin seems to be able to feel every breath of He Qing.

Lian Lin closed his eyes resignedly.

finally coming?

The tyrant finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Lian Lin thought of the hateful eyes of his father before he died, and the bodies of his brothers and sisters scattered all over the ground.

no!It would be better to kill him than ask him to commit himself to such a person!

No, he should have died a long time ago, he should have died with his father and the country.

Instead of being like a dodder like now, living on the pity of others.

With a twist of Lian Lin's hand, a dagger slipped out of his sleeve. If the tyrant really did something like that to him later, he would kill the tyrant's neck.

He Qing saw Lian Lin's every move, and he let go of Lian Lin just a second before Lian Lin finally couldn't bear it.

With a big wave of his hand, he called Xiao Zhezi.

Xiao Zhezi looked at the two people who were up and down on the dragon bed, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Could it be that the emperor has such a habit?Being surrounded by people?

Xiao Zhezi put his head on the ground, not daring to raise his head too much to look at He Qing.

He Qing's voice floated slowly, "Go and get the dragon robe I just made."

Xiao Zhezi was stunned in place, knowing that He Qing was coming

After kicking him, he realized what He Qing said.

Then he thought that when the late emperor and his concubines did such things, they would occasionally wear dragon robes to do it.

Even sometimes on the dragon chair...

Xiao Zhezi is an eunuch who doesn't understand these sentiments, but he is still too shy to look He Qing and Lian Lin in the eye.

Immediately responded to He Qing and went to get the dragon robe.

A trace of puzzlement flashed across Lian Lin's face, and then it turned into humiliation.

Sitting on Lian Lin's body like this, He Qing's body is smaller than Lian Lin's, so sitting on Lian Lin's body like this fits perfectly.

Xiao Zhezi took the dragon robe with both hands and held it in front of He Qing.

He Qing smiled and picked up the dragon robe, covering Lian Lin's body.

Lian Lin's face changed, and an unknown look flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Zhezi was obviously frightened by He Qing's actions, his face turned pale, and his lips trembled as he said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

He Qing glanced at the yelling little Zhezi, who immediately covered his mouth and dared not speak.

He Qing looked at Lian Lin who was wearing a yellow dragon robe obsessively. He stroked Lian Lin's body, "It's so beautiful."

Lian Lin was so disturbed by He Qing's actions that he didn't want to speak, his lips were drawn into a thin slit.

What exactly does the tyrant want to do? Can something like a dragon robe be used for fun?

He Qing got off Lian Lin's body, and he helped Lian Lin to put on the dragon robe bit by bit. He smiled and said, "Lian Lin, I have already said that I will give you whatever you want,"

"Including my country."

"As long as you will listen to me."

Hearing He Qing's words, Lian Lin frowned tightly, reaching out to take off the bright yellow clothes on his body.

Seeing this, He Qing grasped Lian Lin's hand to stop his movement, He Qing's face turned dark to the extreme: "You don't like the gift I gave you?"

Lian Lin shook off He Qing's hand calmly, and he sat upright and said, "Your Majesty, the dragon robe is not an ordinary item, and I cannot accept it."

He Qing looked at Lian Lin quietly, but he didn't speak.

Xiao Zhezi broke out in cold sweat, Lian Lin wouldn't make His Majesty unhappy.

Usually when this happens, the ones who are punished are these slaves.

Suddenly, He Qing grinned, "My Lian Lin really thinks of me."

"Little Zhezi!"

When Xiao Zhezi heard He Qing calling him, he almost jumped up from the ground, "The servant is here."

He Qing said, "Go find a sedan chair."

"I want to take Beauty Lian to a good place."

Xiao Zhezi quickly got up from the ground and left as if fleeing.

bedroom.

The sedan chair was ready soon, and He Qing carried Lian Lin into the sedan chair.

He Qing holds Lian Lin in his arms, sits in the sedan chair and catches him up.

Lian Lin was forced to sit in He Qing's arms, feeling unprecedented humiliation.

But He Qing blew into his ear and said, "Be good, don't move around."

He Qing told the people below: "Go to Fengyue Tower."

Everyone who heard this sentence was shocked.

Isn't this Fengyuelou the biggest brothel in the capital?Your Majesty wants to take Lian Meiren to the brothel?

Lian Lin's reaction became more violent, he struggled to get out of the sedan chair, at this moment the sedan chair bumped a bit, and Lian Lin fell into He Qing's arms again due to the up and down bumps.

He Qing held Lian Lin in his arms, patted the back of Lian Lin's hand lightly, and said, "I told you to behave yourself, why are you still moving around? Did I ask someone to break your leg, and you Can you be more obedient?"

He Qing noticed that Lian Lin's face had changed, he turned to smile and said, "I'm just joking, I don't want to break your leg."

Lian Lin closed his eyes irritably, feeling powerless against the tyrant's unpredictable temper.

When will this feeling of being held in the hands of others end.

it will be over soon,

Lian Lin opened his eyes lightly, "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid that I will die if you treat me like this?"

He Qing ignored Lian Lin's words, got out of the sedan chair, carried Lian Lin into the house.

The smell of rouge gouache here is very strong, but there are no outsiders here.

It was just the two of them in the whole house.

He Qing carefully put down Lian Lin, put one hand on Lian Lin's side, and waited for the good show to unfold.

Lian Lin didn't know what the tyrant was up to, so he looked away to avoid staring at the tyrant.

The tyrant's face was very small, and when he was half bent, from Lian Lin's perspective, he could just see the whiteness and tenderness of his chest through the loose skirt.

Lian Lin's breathing stagnated for a moment.

After he adjusted his breathing, he heard He Qing laughing softly.

He Qing's voice seemed to come slowly from a distance: "It's started."

As soon as He Qing's voice fell, there were small groans/groans coming from all around.

There were heavy breathing mixed with profanity and insults.

Lian Lin's pupils dilated, and the tyrant actually took him to listen to live/spring/gong.

"Unreasonable..." Lian Lin gritted his teeth and glared at He Qing.

He Qing raised his eyebrows, knelt down on Lian Lin's body: "Do you like it?"

Lian Lin pushed He Qing away from him, but was held down by He Qing.

Although He Qing looked thin and small, when he pressed on Lian Lin at this moment, he could not move Lian Lin.

"Don't you like it very much?"

"There's been a reaction.