The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

In the past few days, Zhu Jiuci has completely calmed down his mind. If that person wants to go out of the house to play, he can go. He can't promise that person to see the world and lock him in a small room to prevent him from going out.

Liang Zhaoge's side was not at all as beautiful as Zhu Jiuci had imagined, and he almost tortured himself into schizophrenia when he went out to play in the house these few days.

Going out of the house, he transformed himself into a handsome and handsome young man, but when he returned to the house, he turned back into a delicate beauty in an instant, so different, almost like two different people, and this identity would change several times in a day, Liang Zhaoge couldn't stand it anymore.

Once back home, before he could change his posture, Zhu Jiuci happened to see him, and he was dragged onto the swing for interrogation.

"Strange." Zhu Jiuci stared at him.

"How strange?" Liang Zhaoge suppressed his beating heart and forcibly calmed down.

Zhu Jiuci circled around the swing, lifting the beauty's sleeve from time to time to have a look.Just now he clearly saw Liang Zhaoge's heroic young man's appearance, which was not so soft and charming at all. If it wasn't for the delicate beauty sitting in front of him, Zhu Jiuci really thought that he had misread the bright sunshine just now.

"Where have you been?"

Liang Zhaoge said, "By Qingshui Lake."

Zhu Jiuci nodded, and after a while he couldn't see any strange places and was about to go back to the study. As soon as he took a step, he recalled Liang Zhaoge's heroic posture when he stepped into the courtyard. Fresh clothes and angry horses, wanton and unruly.His heart was beating violently, and he turned around quickly, facing Liang Zhaoge's guilty eyes.

"What's going on?" Zhu Jiuci rushed forward and asked.

Liang Zhaoge was shocked, he might not be able to hide his dual identities.But if he said it outright, wouldn't it make the little eunuch think he was a freak, how can someone have a different appearance when he leaves the house, and a different appearance when he returns to the house.Isn't this what the world calls double-faced and three-swords, with a sweet tongue, a sword, a smile and a tiger!

Suddenly jumped off the swing and grabbed Zhu Jiuci's sleeve to forcefully divert his gaze: "Do you know what romance is?"

Zhu Jiuci was stunned, of course he knew, but in any case, he shouldn't have said the word romance from this ancient population, at least thousands of years had passed since the appearance of these two words.

"Who told you?" Zhu Jiuci was suspicious.

"Jiang Shizi read it from a strange book."

Zhu Jiuci nodded, opening his mouth was not like ordinary people, it is normal for him to know some strange things.

Liang Zhaoge smiled and leaned forward, the tip of his nose almost touching Zhu Jiuci's cheek. "Young master, don't you know? Zhaoge will tell you."

He led Zhu Jiuci to the plum blossom tree, leaned against the branch of the plum blossom, and looked down at him.

Zhu Jiuci leaned against the rugged branches and smelled the cold fragrance of plum blossoms from the tip of his nose, "What is the wave—"

Suddenly Liang Zhaoge raised his hand to grab the branch of the plum blossom, pressed it down lightly, his fingertips left, the branch bounced back in an instant, and the white snow hidden in the plum blossom fell down one after another.

Under the plum blossom tree, Liang Zhaoge smiled like a flower, his ink hair was dyed with white snow, his clothes were set against the plum blossoms, there was a touch of blue sky behind him, and there were proud snow and cold plum blossoms.

Zhu Jiuci's heart suddenly beat like a beating, this is romantic.

Liang Zhaoge raised his hand to pat the thin snow off his shoulder, and slid his fingertips down his arm to grab the end of his sleeve, shaking it lightly.

"Young master, can you feel it?"

Zhu Jiuci was so flustered that he could barely breathe, hummed indiscriminately, pushed him away and ran away.

Back to the study and close the door tightly, leaning back against the wooden door and taking a deep breath, the heart beat so hard that it would burst through the eardrums, the cheeks were hot, but the fingertips were trembling with cold.

What did that person learn when he left the mansion!

Literati, etiquette, and poets have not learned the elegance, so where did they learn those tricks!

It doesn't matter if you learn these tricks, but you actually do it seriously and decently.

Damn!

Zhu Jiuci went back to the desk angrily, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink but trembled so much that he almost spilled the ink, threw the pen and buried it between the papers, his ears were red and bleeding.

He wouldn't admit that the gimmick he'd belittled to nothing had worked so well for him.

The wooden door squeaked, and Zhu Jiuci heard the man walking over, his fingers buried in the paper curled up unconsciously, and he dared not raise his head.

Hearing Liang Zhaoge sigh, he seemed to pick up his discarded ink pen from the ground next to him.

A piece of rice paper was taken away from the forehead, and the sound of Lang Hao brushing the rice paper was heard next to his ears.

"Young master."

Zhu Jiuci looked up.

Liang Zhaoge put down the brush and handed him rice paper.

——Let’s be unrestrained, innocent.

Zhu Jiuci was stunned, and suddenly laughed. It turned out that he had misunderstood, and for a while he leaned back on the soft chair and laughed uncontrollably.

Liang Zhaoge leaned forward, "Why is the young man blushing?"

Zhu Jiu stopped laughing.

"Could it be that the little father-in-law also thinks Romance is a prodigal son, careless?"

Zhu Jiuci dodged his gaze.

Liang Zhaoge took advantage of the situation and was willing to let it go, deliberately teasing him, and within a short while wished Jiuci to become popular.

"Zhaoge!" Zhu Jiuci coughed lightly and pushed the person away, even though his Meng Lang thoughts were completely exposed, he still had to forcibly hold back his respect.

He picked up a pen and wrote down four words, "Romantic." The old master looked up and tapped the pen on the table, "This is romance, which came from the West."

Liang Zhaoge stared at the paper and thought.

"Then, what is Romantic?"

Zhu Jiuci has no words.

Romantic, soul mate.

As the Spring Festival was approaching, Liang Zhaoge didn't leave the house. One reason was that Xiyuan needed his help with various matters, and the other was that he couldn't find anyone to accompany him when he went out of the house. After all, every household was busy with the Spring Festival.

Liang Zhaoge not only stayed safely in Xiyuan, but also restored his former clingy attributes.

After lunch, I don't know where I came up with the ghost idea, and pestered Zhu Jiuci to let him burn incense.

"Xiaojiu, let's try."

Zhu Jiuci ignored him.

That deer blood incident, in order to win back Liang Zhaoge's favor, he bought his favorite incense from all the neighborhoods in the capital, but the door was turned against him.Now this person came back shamelessly and asked him to smoke those incenses, how could Zhu Jiuci agree.

"No."

Liang Zhaoge must learn a truth, there is no such shop in this village!

Liang Zhaoge followed with a good temper, holding a spice box in his arms.

"Didn't the little prince say that it should not be wasted? These spices are worth thousands of dollars. If you don't use them this year, you won't be able to use them when the spring tide comes next year."

"Zhaoge can be used." Zhu Jiuci would not be fooled by him.

"How can I use it all by myself?"

Liang Zhaoge ran forward, angrily stretched out his sleeves to block Zhu Jiuci.

"Didn't my little father-in-law smoked it before, why didn't he want it after a few days?"

Zhu Jiuci glared at him, not to win back his sincerity at that time, he doesn't like to make such exaggerated displays on weekdays.

"Young master."

"No." Zhu Jiuci dodged it, "Since Zhaoge likes it so much, it's fine if I don't use it myself."

"But that time the little grandpa smoked incense..." I didn't even smell it.

Liang Zhaoge secretly poked and pinched his fingertips, regretting that he didn't know the beginning!If the door had been pushed open at that time, it would have been fine even to sniff it.

Now I can no longer see the little father-in-law who has been dyed with his own fragrance, and I really regret it.

Zhu Jiuci was determined to fight against him, thinking of those days when he was frozen in the icy and snowy courtyard of Xiyuan for several days, and Liang Zhaoge went out of the house to make trouble a few days ago, which made him dizzy, and he had nowhere to vent his anger. This time I just took advantage of the situation to repair him.

After walking two steps, Liang Zhaoge didn't follow, Zhu Jiuci turned his head to look at the empty corridor Nahan, it's rare that this person didn't insist.

On the twenty-ninth morning of the twelfth lunar month, the house was already in full swing, and the sky was about to brighten, and the sound of firecrackers could be faintly heard from the streets and alleys.

Zhu Jiuci was in a good mood, and he didn't call the servant to change his clothes in the morning, but took the folded Chinese clothes beside the couch.

As soon as he picked up the clothes with his fingertips, a burst of familiar fragrance hit his face.

If it wasn't for the empty small room, he would almost have thought that Liang Zhaoge was standing beside him.

Zhu Jiuci threw the clothes back on the tray, and was furious for a moment.No wonder Liang Zhaoge stopped following him yesterday, and spent a long time waiting here for him!However, Zhu Jiuci also had a stubborn temper. He got off the bed in obscene clothes and called his servants to fetch new clothes.

However, the servants brought several sets that were all incensed.

Zhu Jiuci was in a hurry, and called a dozen servants to bring all his clothes.

I really don't believe it, can that person smoke all his clothes in one night?

Servants carrying folded clothes filed in, and the small room was suddenly surrounded by Liang Zhaoge's cold fragrance.

Zhu Jiuci exploded, "Take them all back!"

Ah Nian walked forward with Zhu Jiuci's favorite clothes in her arms, "It's cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, you must not be capricious."

Zhu Jiuci touched his arm, and indeed felt a little cold, so he jumped back to the couch and got into the quilt.

"Not going out."

Anian was almost crying out of anxiety, tomorrow is New Year's Eve, today can be said to be the busiest day in the house, not to mention that the surrounding layout needs to be arranged by him, invitations from the high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital are also coming in one after another today , as the only child of the Grand Duke, how could he not come forward to deal with these matters.

However, when the young master of the capital sees these things in his eyes, he dares to make a big fuss in front of the holy majesty, so why talk about the mere twenty-ninth of the twelfth lunar month.

Ah Nian turned around anxiously, suddenly the clothes in his arms were taken away, and a person walked past him, pointing his fingertips behind his back to signal him to leave.

Immediately, Ah Nian left happily as if she had been pardoned, and did not forget to close the wooden door gently.

Liang Zhaoge walked over to sit in front of the couch, stroked the bulging quilt with his fingertips, and patted gently a few times.

"Young master stays in bed."

Quilt moved passively, "Zhaoge Laipi!"

Liang Zhaoge couldn't help laughing, leaned over and hugged the quilt, and hugged the person together.

"How can I afford it today?"

Zhu Jiuci hid half of his face under the quilt, "I have no clothes to wear."

Liang Zhaoge sighed and shook his head, "Understood. It was my mistake, young master."

Zhu Jiuci looked out, Liang Zhaoge looked at him very seriously.

"Come on, let me change your clothes."

Liang Zhaoge didn't wait for the person to agree, and deftly turned his fingertips, and the quilt was pushed aside.

The winter clothes were complicated and formal, Liang Zhaoge put them on layer by layer unhurriedly, and patiently fastened the buttons, even though he was serving the clothes, he did not forget his elegance.

Zhu Jiuci was not used to being surrounded by Liang Zhaoge's incense, but after putting on layers of clothes, he was used to smelling them, so he didn't feel anything, and raised his arms and legs like a puppet.On the contrary, Liang Zhaoge's fair cheeks became more and more red, and in the end, blood was dripping from the tips of his ears.

"What's wrong with Zhaoge?" Zhu Jiuci leaned forward and asked him.

Liang Zhaoge smelled that the man was covered with his own incense, and instantly his whole body turned red. In a moment of panic, he stretched out his hand and took off all the clothes of the man.Zhu Jiuci was stripped clean in an instant, and he fell on the couch in a daze.

"I'll find some more clothes!" Liang Zhaoge ran away.

The author has something to say: Yes, someone is thinking wrong again.