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

"Go, go, don't mess around." Zhu Jiuci pushed Liang Zhaoge's arm away, and slipped out from Youxiang's cloud sleeves.

Liang Zhaoge folded his arms again, easily burying the person whose head was sticking out.

"Silver bone charcoal is offered in the palace, where can Xiao Jiu buy it?" Liang Zhaoge hugged him and shook his body, "Even if the young master is very capable, he can't make that pot of charcoal. Why don't we add two more layers of quilts? Hugging and sleeping together will always make it through this winter."

Those who heard these words made their noses sour, but Zhu Jiuci could understand that they were full of nonsense, and the two of them would not live a life of freezing to death in the majestic Duke's mansion.

"Spoof." Zhu Jiuci broke free and pushed the beauty back into the chair.In a blink of an eye, seeing the beauty looking up at him with wet eyes, she softened her words and said, "It won't freeze you even if you sell everything."

"Young master, is he going to make money again?" The beauty froze.

"What are you doing to make money?" Zhu Jiuci asked him, and in a blink of an eye he understood what he meant, and flung off his sleeves to hang the beauty in the chair.

Liang Zhaoge really dared to think that he wanted to buy private charcoal!This is a brain-dead business, I really don't know what is going on in this man's head.

"Can't you?" The beauty looked at him suspiciously.

Zhu Jiuci took a deep breath, sat down across from the beauty, deliberately put a serious distance between him and the beauty, and questioned her a few times before suddenly realizing that Liang Zhaoge's brain circuit was different from others.

"Things that violate the law must never be touched, you know?" Zhu Jiu's speech was earnest and educational.

The beauty nodded, looking like a good student.

"Don't steal other people's things, you know?"

"know."

"Steal it?"

"No way." The beauty replied.

Zhu Jiuci felt relieved, it was finally a normal person's way of thinking.

"Then it's cold in the mansion now, what can we do without silver bone charcoal?"

Liang Zhaoge thought about it carefully and said, "I bought it secretly, don't let anyone find out, it's against the law after all."

Zhu Jiuci was so angry that he crushed the teacup.

Liang Zhaoge tilted his head, not knowing why he was angry at all, he just stretched out his fingertips to check his palms, carefully looking for any injuries.

Zhu Jiuci pursed his lips and withdrew his hand, and finally calmed down his anger and gritted his teeth and asked, "Then what if Zhaoge is hungry one day?"

"Does Xiaojiu have anything to eat?"

"No."

"Then steal some."

Zhu Jiuci is full of anger, and it's all in vain.

After a few more rounds of questioning, this person was completely probing on the edge of the law. Zhu Jiuci was afraid that one day if he didn't pay attention, he would go to the sky prison to hunt for people.

Zhu Jiuci's temples are throbbing, and the road to breaking Zhengliang Zhaoge's three views is heavy and long.

After three or four questions were thrown out, Zhu Jiuci couldn't help but stop and ask him, "I'm obviously asking you, why do you always ask me if I have any?"

Liang Zhaoge handed over the tea cup, "If there is no silver bone charcoal, then I will be frozen, and if there is no food, then I will be hungry. But if the little father-in-law is cold and hungry, Zhaoge can only grab it."

Liang Zhaoge smiled and held his hands, "Am I right?"

Zhu Jiuci opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The charcoal fire is burning in the small stove, and the dense warmth spreads to the whole room, warm but not hot, no wonder it is more expensive than gold, only available in the palace.

The moral question of whether to steal or not to steal did not come to an answer after all, and the beauty fell ill after one night.

Rao Zhu Jiuci gave thousands of exhortations, and carefully watched the man drink three cups of hot tea and take a hot bath in the evening, but he still didn't block the chill from the cold pool.

When he woke up in the morning, Liang Zhaoge's forehead was scorching hot, but the quilt was full of dampness, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

The denomination was burning red, and he muttered about going to Liulichang.

Furious and anxious, Zhu Jiuci stuffed him back into the quilt and covered him up, then called his servants to fetch hot water, and carefully wiped his chest with a hot handkerchief.

Originally, after Jiangnan, Liang Zhaoge's chronic illness never happened again, but now a winter play brought back the nightmare that hadn't come for three months. Only then did Zhu Jiuci know that Liang Zhaoge's health never got better.

The beauty was a little delirious from the fever, she kept grabbing his hand and screaming for coldness, and wanted to take a hot bath, but Zhu Jiuci did not dare to agree. Now that his body is weak, how can he bear the scalding water.

He took another soft handkerchief and gently wiped off the sweat on his forehead, and Liang Zhaoge woke up vaguely.

There was water in the eyes, and the fundus of the eyes was burning red, until the end of the eyes was full of redness.

Liang Zhaoge's lips moved slightly, not knowing what to say.

Zhu Jiuci didn't hear clearly, so he bent his ear to his mouth, listened carefully for a long while and finally understood, the man kept repeating a sentence.

"Am I ugly?"

Zhu Jiuci really wanted to throw this sick number on the bed and leave it alone.

No matter what time it is, I still care about my beauty and ugliness.

"It's not good-looking, the eyes are red like rabbits." Zhu Jiuci was angry.

Liang Zhaoge believed it was true, his face was mournful, he turned around with difficulty, his face was buried in the quilt, and only the snow-white skin from behind his ears to his neck was exposed.

He turned his back to Zhu Jiuci, his thin sweat-drenched clothes stuck to his thin shoulders, his slender fingertips grabbed the quilt, and scratched out a wrinkle.

Zhu Jiuci sighed and supported the man's shoulder, but he didn't move it for a moment.

"I'm lying to you, Zhaoge is the best looking."

"It's not good-looking." Liang Zhaoge was still buried under the quilt, and the back of his fair ears gradually turned red due to poor breathing.

Zhu Jiuci was a little helpless, so he had to sit down next to him, hold his shoulder with one hand, and pat his back with the other.

"Zhaoge is the most beautiful. There are stars in the eyes, with a little redness, like the burning clouds in the evening glow of the capital."

"But it's not as good-looking as usual." Liang Zhaoge's voice was muffled, with a bit of crying.

"Zhaoge's slender waist makes others envious, and the red eyes are more beautiful than Ruo Danzhu, why doesn't it look good?"

Liang Zhaoge trembled, turned around slightly, looked at Zhu Jiuci, "It looks better now?"

Zhu Jiuci nodded.

Not to lie to him.

Liang Zhaoge usually looks like a fairy, elegant and elegant, his face is fairer than other people, coupled with his slender figure, and his clothes are light, the audience is turned away thousands of miles away, making the bold Zhu Jiu Ci and others only dare to watch from a distance but not to play with them.

Now her face was flushed with blush, the end of her eyes seemed to be dyed with rouge, and her lips were as red as red blood for no reason. She really was the elegant beauty in Jiangnan Yanyu's paintings. Suddenly Feng Guanxia appeared in front of her with heavy makeup and delicate beauty.

Who can withstand this shock.

Liang Zhaoge also seemed to realize the true meaning of Zhu Jiuci, and lowered his eyes to think carefully.

"Then it's okay to show the little father-in-law all the time when he's sick?"

"Nonsense!" Zhu Jiuci frowned, and angrily stuffed the beauty back into the quilt. Although the beauty stretched out her hands restlessly, Zhu Jiuci also firmly pressed the corner of the quilt to prevent him from coming out.

Liang Zhaoge realized that he had said something wrong, and carefully apologized, "I was wrong."

I wish you a long time to say goodbye.

This person clearly didn't realize his mistakes, Liang Zhaoge couldn't lie to him, he meant what he said just now, if he looks good when he is sick, he will always be sick, no ordinary person would have such an idea.

The beauty could not reach out, so she swayed in the quilt, bent her legs, and bumped Zhu Jiuci's waist with her knees.

"I was joking with my little father-in-law." Liang Zhaoge tried to divert his attention, "If I didn't feel better, how could I have the time to play this joke with Xiaojiu?"

Zhu Jiuci looked at him, stretched out his hand to feel the temperature on his forehead, "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

"That's great!" Liang Zhaoge reluctantly stood up, but his arms were too weak, and he fell back on the silk and satin, his long hair scattered like ink.

Zhu Jiuci was startled, and hurriedly reached out to help him.

Liang Zhaoge took the opportunity to free his hands from the quilt, hugged the person tightly, and did not move.

"Xiao Jiu is soft and comfortable to hold."

Zhu Jiuci was angry and was deceived again.

Liang Zhaoge's illness came and went quickly. After three to five days, the high fever subsided and he returned to his usual appearance, except for a slight cough occasionally.

This time I wished Jiuci a serious battle, and vowed never to condone that person's greed for cool and water, and such things as playing under the winter pavilion for half a day are even more expressly prohibited.

Liang Zhaoge had no objection to this, since he couldn't go out, he also grabbed that person and didn't allow him to go out.The two cats stared wide-eyed and small-eyed in the small room, but they agreed with Liang Zhaoge's wishes.

The only thing I'm not happy about is that I didn't touch the first snow in the capital.

That day, the two of them hid under the pavilion to touch the sand and water, and they never expected to go out of the pavilion to see the snow that was rolling in and out.

Zhu Jiuci was indeed because the scene of the beauty playing with mud was too exciting, and he forgot about it for a while, but Liang Zhaoge remembered it at first. I was distracted by the mud halfway, and the great performance opportunity just slipped away.

Liang Zhaoge was very depressed.

The depressed mood spread to Zhu Jiuci, and the meaning changed slightly.

"You're still in good health, how can you play in the snow?" Zhu Jiuci didn't even bother to raise his eyes, turned over a page of the book, and stretched out his toes to push the silver stove towards the man.

Liang Zhaoge was aggrieved and refused to answer. Now that he has failed the assessment, he can't play the piano no matter what. No matter how beautiful the snow scene outside is, what's the point.

Limp and slumped, with his head resting on his arm, he stretched out his fingertips to grab Zhu Jiuci's sleeve.

The cloud sleeve dangled with his fingertips under the table, occasionally catching the man's black hair, Liang Zhaoge finally got a little comfort.Suddenly a few pages of the storybook flashed through his mind, Liang Zhaoge suddenly sat up straight.

It is said that the lover in the snow plays the beauty, behind the old tree with bent branches under the weight of white snow, his eyes are rolling, looking forward to his beauty, you come and go, and the affection is endless.

Even if there is no affection, it will be a matter of course to be stimulated by the white snow in the courtyard.

Whatever you want to do, snow is enough!

Aren't the dozen or so examples in the storybook not enough? I haven't seen any beauty playing the piano in the snow in order to keep her lover, and her clothes fell off with a frown.

If you think about it carefully, whenever you write about the snow scene in the story book, there must be several pages of exquisite fine-grained paintings inserted horizontally. If you want to continue reading the story, you will have to turn through more than ten pages.

These dozen or so pages of pictures of two nights in the snow can be said to be the most exquisite part of the storybook. The characters are portrayed vividly and vividly, and the silk sleeves half cover the charming body, which really makes people admire the wonderful pen!

On the contrary, those ordinary chapters, such as brothels, restaurants, and gambling houses, have rough painting skills and blunt brushstrokes, which are really boring.

People in the world seem to be so awkward, facing the pure and pure snow, they are full of charming thoughts. In the corner of the old courtyard after the snow, under the unnamed pavilion, and the old alleys full of miscellaneous snow, there are many pairs of lovers. Spinning around you and me, taking off your clothes and lying down in the cold snow, with your back against the cold, but the room between the two is full of heat.

Liang Zhaoge looked out the window, the heavy snow was about to stop, and the courtyard was filled with whiteness.

Suddenly blushed.

Zhu Jiuci turned over a page of the scroll and looked up, seeing the beauty sitting there with a flushed face, frowning and asking, "Uncomfortable?"

The beauty bit her lower lip, blushed and shook his sleeves, "I want snow."

The author has something to say: Gray and Grumpy Tea Cat: Want, what do you want!Have the ability to make it clear!Vinegar coward, bah.

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