The reborn son is vicious

Everyone in the hall was startled. Leng Xi, who was hiding behind the bed curtain, narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly at this moment.

Fortunately, Zhang Kang reacted very quickly, and quickly led the crowd to salute Murong Jing.

Murong Jing slightly swept around the kneeling people, waved his hand casually, motioning for everyone to get down.

Then, he stared closely at the innermost part of the inner hall with a pair of eagle eyes, the big red sandalwood bed with thick jacquard satin curtains hanging down, his two slanting sword eyebrows frowned, and with a gloomy expression, he walked towards Leng Xi with big strides .

"Shut—" Murong Jing stretched his big hand and opened the hanging curtain.

But when he saw the people inside, his face changed slightly.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty..." With a pale face, Leng Xi struggled to stand up, coughing and panting, "Excuse Leng Xi, it's really difficult to get up and greet you."

There were a lot of things going on tonight, Murong Jing had finished dealing with a bunch of trivial matters, and when he was distracted, for some reason, Leng Xi's fair and calm face suddenly appeared in his mind.

——So neither humble nor overbearing.

Even at the full moon banquet just now, all the officials were obsequious and acted like a rabbit; even if he was framed again and again by the concubine Xian, this young boy with only curly hair was still calm and indifferent.

It's as if this turbid floating world, in his eyes, is just a cloud of the past.

What kind of experience and what kind of training made him grow up like this?

It was the first time that Murong Jing had developed such a great interest in an unremarkable bastard.

Even after being interested, the unspeakable violence and bloodthirsty impulse made him feel excited just thinking about it.

I want to see this person crying in pain and joy under my body, I want to see such a cold face, because I am showing both intolerable and joyful pleasure.

I want to... cut open his veins and see what's inside, is it hot and bright red?

Therefore, even though his shadow guards searched for a long time, but couldn't find out who it was who dared to assassinate in front of the imperial court, he still ordered Leng Xi to sleep with him tonight.

But when Zhang Kang told himself that Leng Zhaoyi was frightened by the banquet and fell ill after returning home, Murong Jing almost laughed out loud!

I got sick?Still scared sick?How ridiculous is this excuse?

Will this cold-hearted Leng Xi get sick from fright?

Murong Jing was so angry that he even suspected that Leng Xi was one of the behind-the-scenes drivers of this accident tonight.

Otherwise, how could this person be so calm and sharp-tongued when Concubine Xian was being aggressive and spitting out every slut one by one?

The more Murong Jing thought about it, the more he felt that he must be caught by his side tonight to frustrate him.

But now that he came, what did he see?

"Why—" Murong Jing frowned deeply, grabbed Leng Xi's thin wrist, and said sharply, "Prince doctor! Hurry up and get Leng Zhaoyi's pulse!"

"Yes!" Imperial Physician Liu dared not be negligent, and hurriedly motioned for Yanran to tie the silver thread on Leng Xi's wrist, and began to make a serious diagnosis.

In a short while, Imperial Physician Liu took the silver thread, bowed his head to Murong Jing, and said respectfully: "If you go back to the emperor, your majesty is at the beginning of the wind and cold. Fortunately, there is no serious problem. Just follow the instructions issued by the humble minister." Take Xin Wen Qu Feng Decoction for a few days, and you will be cured."

Murong Jing raised his eyes and glanced at Leng Xi on the bed, as expected, he saw that his face was icy white, his breathing was rapid, and the hand he was holding was also very cold.

"Really?" Murong Jing was somewhat convinced in his heart that this person wasn't pretending to be sick. He turned his eagle eyes again, stared at Leng Xi's weak face, slowly curled the corners of his mouth, and said word by word: "Since Concubine Ai is not feeling well tonight, I will patiently wait for you to recover."

As Murong Jing spoke, he became cold, he bent down, his broad back blocked everyone's sight, he moved closer to Leng Xi's Bai Shengsheng's earlobe bit by bit, staring and smiling, "But Leng Xi, I kindly persuade you You say: there are some things that can be hidden beyond the first day of junior high school, but cannot be hidden for a lifetime—I am very interested in you!"

Murong Jing's scorching breath was approaching, and the rich dragon's birth fragrance was so strong that it made people sick!

But on Leng Xi's face, he only tilted his head slightly, and even the expression on his face didn't change, he still looked sick and weak in bed.

It seemed that the Ninth Five-Year Lord beside him was just a mass of air that could be ignored.

When Murong Jing saw him like that, he sneered again, but he didn't do anything excessive after all—after all, no matter how much he wanted to torture this person, he had to wait until he recovered.

Torturing a lifeless and sick child is not what Murong Jing likes to do.

"My concubine, you should rest well!"

After finishing speaking, Murong Jing narrowed his eyes, casually ordered the servants in the hall, and led them away in a mighty manner.

Silent night.

"Niang Niang", Yan Ran didn't dare to stand up from the ground until she saw that Sheng Jia had left completely, looked at the silent Leng Xi anxiously, and asked tentatively, "Are you going to drink medicine now?"

"of course."

Leng Xi reacted quickly, reversed his weak appearance just now, and smiled lightly at Yanran, "Since we're acting, we have to do the whole set, go ahead, bring the medicine after it's cooked."

Looking at his expression, Yan Ran knew that there was something to tell, and she wanted to tell the person hiding in the house, so she quickly blessed her body and withdrew.

"Come out."

After Yan Ran left, Leng Xi didn't know what to think of, sighed softly, he relaxed his body, huddled in the brocade quilt, and said to the void.

"Show me your hand."

He Liansheng appeared so fast when he heard the sound, so fast that Leng Xi didn't even see where he came from.

"..." But he said this suddenly, Leng Xi seemed a little unresponsive.

But seeing the person standing in front of his bed, his long eyebrows were tightly drawn, and in those ink-painted eyes, it seemed... very anxious and angry.

Leng Xi couldn't help but startled.

"Your hand—" He Liansheng waited for a long time, seeing that the person on the bed did not respond to him at all, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious!

Originally, he was holding his breath on the beam, and seeing that scumbag Murong Jing repeatedly making moves on Leng Xi, he felt angry in his stomach.

He himself couldn't explain why he was suddenly upset, it seemed that he really... couldn't see Leng Xi being taken advantage of by anyone.

What's more, this person is still He Liansheng's sworn enemy!

So he couldn't control it, turned up the volume, looked down at Leng Xi sharply and said, "Show me the hand that Murong Jing touched you!"

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