morbid trapping

Li Dezhuang almost slapped Mu Jian in the face.

He gritted his teeth and endured it.

Mu Jian stared at him, seeing how he wanted to hit her but was holding back, she felt very cute, and wanted to bully him more, more, more.

He slowly lowered his head, buried it in his shoulder socket, smelled the scent on his body, and controlled his heartbeat that was so excited that it was beating a drum.

"Can I sleep with you?"

Can Li Dezhuang say no?

he can not!

He can't!

In the original book, when Mu Jian just learned the mystery of his life experience, he was very angry, killed the maids and nuns beside him, stabbed the corpse with a knife, and asked why he did this to him.

Although Mu Jian didn't say anything, Li Dezhuang heard from his sister.

Mu Jian hated the imperial concubine very much!

Mu Jian is very angry now!

Li Dezhuang couldn't add fuel to the fire, he could only follow his advice.

He dragged Mu Jian back to his room, trying to give Mu Jian the seat in the back, but Mu Jian pushed him into the bed first.

Mu Jian lay down outside the bed and looked at him sideways.

They were so close.

It was so close that Li Dezhuang could see his reflection in Mu Jian's dark and deep eyes.

Mu Jian said: "The road to succession is extremely dangerous. Although the imperial concubine said that she would send me to the throne, she could not support me blatantly. The people who came said that the imperial concubine might even suppress me and put me in trouble so that the emperor Notice me."

Good guy!

Li Dezhuang called him a fucking guy.

The imperial concubine is a real dog!

Without paying a penny, he just wanted to pick up a cheap son for nothing to grab the throne.

If you don't agree, you will be cut off from money and food.

If you agree, you will be cut off from money and food.

A penny beats a hero.

Lack of money is a big problem for them.

Li Dezhuang thought of his job, hesitated for a moment, and then glanced at Mu Jian again.This man, apart from being good-looking, crazy, willing to let go, and being a protagonist, doesn't seem to have the ability to make money.

"I, I can make money to spend for His Highness. Let's save it, and we should be able to survive this period of time."

Li Dezhuang didn't know if it was his own illusion.

When he finished speaking, Mu Jian's eyes seemed to suddenly light up with a particularly hot flame.

However, in a flash, it was night again.

He thought he might be wrong.

Mu Jian's voice was very soft, even softer than the wind outside.

"Will Guard Li be willing to do this for me?"

"Well, but Your Highness, my brother will settle the score, you have to write down this money, and you will pay it back to me in the future!"

I don't know where this sentence hit Mu Jian's smile.

He couldn't stop laughing.

All trembling with laughter.

Still fucking laughing and getting closer.

"Okay, pay you back. I owe Li Shiwei today, and I will repay Li Shiwei a hundred times and a thousand times in the future."

He stretched out a hand to hold Li Dezhuang's face, making him look at him.

"I will take good care of Li Shiwei in the future, and make Li Shiwei comfortable."

Li Dezhuang clapped his hands away.

How strange it sounds!

Wrapped in the quilt, he rolled over and faced inside.

"I don't like others to touch me. Don't do this in the future, Your Highness."

Mu Jian moved closer, and the hot breath he exhaled was in his ears, "Guard Li doesn't like being touched by others, what if he marries a daughter-in-law in the future?"

Li Dezhuang rolled his eyes in the darkness.

"The daughter-in-law naturally wants to touch it."

Mu Jian behind him looked slightly cold and did not speak.

There was silence in the room.

After an unknown period of time, the moon disappeared from the window.

In the darkness, one hand reached out from the quilt, turned Li Dezhuang over, looked at him quietly for a while, then slowly pressed his lips to kiss him gently and slowly.

The sweetness on his lips made him obsessed.

He couldn't help but took a bite, and when he exerted a little force, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Gently licking the place where he just bitten with his tongue.

"I won't let you have a chance to touch a woman."

Li Dezhuang went to find Shang Yin during the day.

It has been a long time since his last accident.

Li Dezhuang hadn't seen Shang Yin for a long time, and the two of them chatted about the past and drank for a while.

Shang Yin took the initiative to tell him that although his painting was confiscated by the soldiers of the Eastern Palace last time, the story of this painting was secretly spread.

A while ago, mothers from various brothels in Beijing wanted to come to cooperate.

Some officials also secretly came to ask twice.

Shang Yin wanted to talk to Li Dezhuang about this matter a long time ago, but he couldn't find anyone else, and now he is here, just to discuss the business.

The two hit it off.

Li Dezhuang took a stack of drawing paper, and when he left the restaurant, he saw a carriage waiting outside.

The coachman is a young eunuch in the palace.

Li Dezhuang walked over immediately, opened the curtain and saw Mu Jian sitting inside, feeling a little silly.

"Why is Your Highness here?"

"It's stuffy in the palace, and I feel bored, so I wanted to come out to find you. Are you done talking with Guard Li?"

"It's settled. Go back and start working!"

Mu Jian frowned and smiled, "I can't let Guard Li work alone, why don't I grind it for you."

"Then how to make it!"

Besides, I can't draw it with you on the side!

Mu Jian was determined.

"I want to help Li Shiwei, can't I? Besides, I have seen Li Shiwei's paintings. It also happens to let me learn more and learn more, which will benefit me in the future."

Li Dezhuang was speechless.

Back to the palace.

Mu Jian really came to grind.

Li Dezhuang was holding a brush soaked in ink, unable to write for a long time.

the first time!

For the first time, someone was around when he drew this kind of picture!

Ink drops on paper.

Dizzy a lot.

Mu Jian approached with a smile, "What's wrong with Guard Li? Could it be that he can't draw on me?"

"I said if you can't draw it, will you leave?"

"will not."

He knows it!

Li Dezhuang took a deep breath and meditated in his heart.

He's a dog, he's not a human.

Then, put pen to paper.

A frail woman with disheveled clothes appeared on the paper.

Li Dezhuang was about to draw another one when Mu Jian let out a "huh".

"How is this going to be done?"

Li Dezhuang gasped in anger.

"Your Highness, just take a look and don't talk."

Mu Jian pursed her lips, "I'm curious, why don't you explain it to me?"

"Draw it and you'll see it."

Mu Jian let out a groan, and kept on pointing at the paper, "The other one, is it here or here?"

Li Dezhuang gritted his teeth.

pointed.

"here!"

"Oh—" Mu Jian suddenly understood, "Well, it's quite interesting."

Seeing that he was silent, Mu Jian smiled.

"I thought Li Shiwei was able to draw so many paintings, he must have experienced many battles. I haven't tasted this kind of taste before, why don't I help Li Shiwei?"

Li Dezhuang raised his eyebrows, "Are you looking for a girl for me?"

Mu Jian shook his head, slowly wrapped his arms around Li Dezhuang from behind, and pressed it against his ear, with a very soft voice.

"Previously, Guard Li helped me once, how about I help Guard Li this time?"

He paused, staring at his reddish earlobes, resisting the desire to bite, and said, "What do you think of Guard Li?"