Kite falling into red dust

Murong Mingshuo waved his hands listlessly, and said: "I'm not in the mood right now, you go first, remember to stop avoiding me next time you see me."

In the evening, Murong Mingshuo was sitting on the bedside reading a book to pass the time, when he suddenly saw the maids Pearl and Agate coming in with two plates of dishes, put them on the table, and walked out immediately.After going back and forth like this five or six times, the table was already full of dishes, which were naturally much worse than those prepared by the chefs in Hui'an Hou Mansion. Only a bowl of noodles and a pot of lotus root pork ribs soup attracted his attention.

"Today's dinner is so rich?" He asked.Manao smiled at him and said, "It was prepared by the hall master."

Murong Mingshuo said: "Did he say why?"

Pearl said: "The hall master forbids us to talk too much. You are slow to use it, we will retreat first." After saying that, she pulled the agate out and closed the door.

Murong Mingshuo walked to the table and sat down on crutches. He took a bowl of lotus root pork ribs soup, took a sip, and frowned slightly—it was too salty.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, "Can I come in?" It was Ling Jiao's voice. "Come in," he said.

Pushing open the door and seeing him sitting at the table, Ling Jiao smiled contentedly and said, "Is the food satisfactory? I didn't prepare wine, it's not good for your legs."

Murong Mingshuo said: "Did you specially prepare these?"

Ling Jiao came over, poured a cup of tea and put it in his hand, and said, "Today is your birthday. The Shendao Hall has limited conditions, so there is no way to make things happen. We can only keep everything simple. But longevity noodles must be eaten. There is lotus root pork rib soup. I really couldn't ask Concubine Li to cook a pot for you, so I made a pot myself."

Murong Mingshuo said: "Can you cook soup?"

Ling Jiao smiled embarrassedly, and said, "Of course I won't. I remember that on your birthday one year, you once gave me a bowl of lotus root rib soup made by Concubine Li. I’ve done it a few times. I’ve failed a dozen times before this pot of soup is served. How about it, did you succeed this time?”

Murong Mingshuo lowered his head, scooped up a spoonful of soup, took a sip, and said, "It's okay."

Ling Jiao heaved a sigh of relief as if he was relieved, and said: "That's good!" After saying that, he turned around and planned to leave.

Murong Mingshuo said, "Where are you going?"

Ling Jiao was stunned for a moment, and said, "I'm going to have dinner."

Murong Mingshuo said: "There are so many dishes here, let's eat together."

A smile appeared on the corner of Ling Jiao's mouth, and he said, "You want me to eat with you?"

Murong Mingshuo picked up the chopsticks, put a vegetable in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and said lightly: "Today is my birthday, I don't want to be alone. Even an annoying person is better than me alone." A person is much stronger."

Ling Jiao sat down, picked up a fried prawn with chopsticks and put it in Murong Mingshuo's food plate, said: "If the soup is not good, drink less and eat more other dishes, except lotus root rib soup Other dishes are not made by me, so the quality is still guaranteed.”

Murong Mingshuo lowered his head, poked the food on the plate with his chopsticks, and said coldly: "Eat when you eat, don't talk so much, it's annoying."

"Okay." Ling Jiao smiled, and began to bow his head to eat.

After dinner, Murong Mingshuo suddenly took off his belt, and said to Ling Jiao: "To celebrate my birthday, let's play a little game."

Ling Jiao knew what he was going to do, he didn't say anything, he just went over and bolted the door.

A moment later, Murong Mingshuo looked at Ling Jiao, who was naked and tied to the bed in a "big" shape, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Do you want to consider begging me for mercy?"

Although in a very uncomfortable position, the expression on Ling Jiao's face was still relaxed, "Will you let me go if I beg for mercy?"

Murong Mingshuo said: "Not necessarily, it depends on my mood."

Ling Jiao said: "Then to be on the safe side, I'd better not ask for mercy."

Murong Mingshuo raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, don't you want to try?"

Ling Jiao looked into his eyes and said seriously: "I don't want you to let me go. I have caused you harm, so I should be punished."

Murong Mingshuo gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, you said it!" As soon as he finished speaking, there was only a crisp sound, and the whip in his hand had already landed on Ling Jiao's naked chest.In an instant, a bright red bloodstain appeared on the wheat-colored skin.

Ling Jiao closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Murong Mingshuo smiled coldly, raised his hand and gave another whip.This time he showed no mercy at all, every whip was extremely heavy and ruthless.When the ninth whip fell, Ling Jiao had already passed out from the pain.

Murong Mingshuo put down his whip, sat down and rested for a while.When he finished his cup of tea, Ling Jiao still didn't wake up.

He poured another cup of tea and walked to the bedside with the teacup in his hand, intending to splash that cup of tea on Ling Jiao's face to wake him up.He hesitated for a moment, but finally put the cup of tea back.

He was a little sleepy and wanted to sleep.However, at this time Ling Jiao was lying on his bed, unconscious, and he felt that it was demeaning to sleep on the floor.After much deliberation, he finally made a decision.

He untied Ling Jiao's right hand and right foot, thus freeing up a place, and he curled up and slept on that small place.

In the early morning, Ling Jiao wakes up leisurely, the first thing that catches his eyes is Murong Mingshuo nestled in his arms.A person who is always domineering during the day, but is unusually docile when he is asleep.Without that arrogant smile, he looks much more pleasing to the eye.Although at the beginning he was attracted by his confident smile and tenacious temperament, but he has to admit that in recent years, Murong Mingshuo's hostility has become more and more serious.Murdering his own brother in order to fight for the throne, even he who has been in the rivers and lakes for many years and has blood on his hands would not be able to do such a thing.It was only because he loved him so much that he disregarded principles and helped him do so many bad things, and even almost indirectly killed Shuang'er—his younger brother.

Looking back, what he loves the most is the white-clothed young man with a white horse and a silver gun, not this Murong Mingshuo who is always planning plots and tricks, and who does not hesitate to mutilate his siblings for the sake of power.

He was staring at Murong Mingshuo's sleeping face in a daze, when he suddenly noticed that his eyelashes trembled for a while, and then he opened his eyes.Star-like eyes with a bit of dazedness just waking up, turned around and looked around, suddenly stared round, reached out and took out a short knife from under the pillow, and put it on the front of Ling Jiao's neck, He asked viciously, "How dare you hug me!? Are you impatient?"

Ling Jiao smiled helplessly, and said: "Master Hou, I told you to dispose of me, but you have to be reasonable. My hands and feet were tied up by you. Who secretly untied one of my hands?" hand, who put your head on my arm, and why did you sleep on the same bed with me? I also want to know. "

Murong Mingshuo blushed, and said: "Forget it, let's treat you as unintentional this time, if there is another time, I will definitely punish you severely!"

Ling Jiao looked down at the knife on his neck, and said, "Since you don't want to pursue it anymore, can you move the knife away?"

"No," Murong Mingshuo smiled slyly, "I still have things to do!" After saying that, the knife in his hand pressed against Ling Jiao's face and cut it off.Ling Jiao closed his eyes.

After a stick of incense, Ling Jiao's bearded face has become as clean and flawless as a goose egg.

Murong Mingshuo smiled jokingly, and said, "So you look like this."

Ling Jiao touched his smooth chin, sighed deeply, and said helplessly, "Brothers will not recognize me."

Murong Mingshuo cut off the ropes binding his hands and feet with a knife, and said: "I used to think you were ugly, with disheveled hair and a beard, and you looked like a bandit. I didn't expect you to shave your beard After that, he was actually so handsome."

With his hands and feet free again, Ling Jiao suddenly reached out and snatched the knife from Murong Mingshuo's hand, turned over and pinned him under him, and the blade in his hand lay across his throat.He was stunned for a moment, only to see Ling Jiao raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly, and said, "Is it just a little handsome?"

Murong Mingshuo's face turned from white to red, and then from red to blue, "You don't want to live anymore!? Get off of me, and beware of the lives of hundreds of brothers in your Shendaotang! I, the Marquis of Hui'an, am not a light How do you think the five thousand elite soldiers trained by me will react if they hear that something happened to me?"

"Why do you think that something unexpected will happen to you?" Ling Jiao smiled lightly, and threw the knife in his hand to the ground, "I swore that I would never hurt you again." But he still didn't Get down from Murong Mingshuo's body, but get closer to his face bit by bit, and said: "Didn't you say that you want to repeat all the things I did to you on me? Why did you just try it once? keep going!"

Murong Mingshuo smiled coldly, and said, "I didn't expect you to be so cheap."

Ling Jiao smiled and said, "If I'm not cheap, how could I have loved you for so long?"

Murong Mingshuo frowned, he really didn't like this posture of being suppressed by Ling Jiao, it always reminded him of some bad memories, "Okay, you go down, lie down, I'll come right away."

"I don't want to trouble you." Ling Jiao smiled slightly, then suddenly leaned over and took off Murong Mingshuo's pants.Before he could react, Ling Jiao lowered his head and took the little guy into his mouth.

"Hmm..." Murong Mingshuo raised his neck, tightly grasped the quilt with both hands, and tried his best to suppress the moan that was about to overflow his mouth.