My parrot turned out to be your majesty

Wen Mo heard a piece of good news when he returned to Wen Mansion after the morning court.

"You said Lin Jun found it?"

Fu Bo looked happy and sad, with a strange expression: "It's the master, but the little master doesn't want to come back with us."

"He held a dagger to his neck, and none of our men dared to step forward."

Wen Mo's heart sank to the bottom, he closed his eyes, and Liu Wuyu's words suddenly came back to his ears.

"Wouldn't the twisted melon be sweeter if you feed it medicine?"

Wen Mo gave a wry smile. After all, the reason for giving the medicine at first was for his own selfishness, and also to prevent Lin Jun from spreading news to Liu Yongchang.

He could cheat himself for a while by giving medicine, but could he cheat for a lifetime by giving medicine?

Thoughts in my heart were messy, but it was only for a moment, "Take me there."

Wen Mo followed Fu Bo and others all the way to the west, getting more and more remote, and finally came to a dilapidated inn.

"Master, this way." Fu Bo led people in, through the lobby of the inn, all the way to the kitchen.

A dozen or so people were guarding the kitchen door, staring at the inside of the kitchen as if facing a formidable enemy. When those people saw Wen Mo approaching, they hurriedly saluted: "Master."

Wen Mo saw the man in the kitchen at a glance. He was wearing a pair of water-blue winter jacket, standing in the rice vat, holding a dagger to his neck with one hand, his nose was red from the cold, and he didn't know where his cheeks were stained. Some gray, looks a little ridiculous.

He also saw Lin Jun's stiff expression when he saw him.

Wen Mo stepped into the kitchen and waved to the others: "You go down first."

"Yes, master." The two people closest to the door quickly closed the door, leaving only two people in the room.

Wen Mo untied the black cloak on his body and walked towards Lin Jun.

"Don't come over!" Lin Jun shouted sharply.

Wen ignored it as if he didn't hear it, and walked straight up to him, seemingly about to put a cloak on him, but in fact he quickly slammed his wrist, knocking the dagger to the ground.

It hurts so much, Lin Jun pouted in his heart, and secretly made a note for him.

The expression on his face became flustered, and he said anxiously, "What are you doing! I won't go back with you."

The expressions are in place, the emotions are in place, and they are too good at acting. It is their loss that the troupe loses me.

Lin Jun cheered in his heart.

Only then did Wen Mo put the cloak on him, and his voice implied anger: "Hiding in the rice vat all night?"

Wearing so little to hide for a night, when he touched Lin Jun's hands just now, those hands were cold.

"If you don't hide, will you catch me back?" Lin Jun turned his head, as if he didn't even want to look at him.

Wen Mo sighed, and looked at him fixedly, "Last night, I didn't sleep all night, and I was very worried about you."

Lin Jun turned his head and looked at Wen Mo's bloodshot eyes, feeling a little distressed, but the play has reached this point.

"Worried about me? Master Wen, why are you worried about me? Isn't it you who fed me the medicine?"

Lin Jun sneered: "What should I call you?"

"My childhood sweetheart's elder brother? A poor scholar funded by me? A bandit who turned into a bandit? A hero who saved my life?"

His voice became trembling, crystal clear teardrops rolled across his fair face and fell to the ground,

"Or pretending to take refuge in Liu Yongchang, feeding the spies he sent with medicine to tamper with the memory and playing with it, insulting the Minister of the Ministry of War, Wen Mowen?"

Seeing him cry and hearing his words, Wen Mo felt great pain in his heart, and felt for the first time that he might have done something wrong.

Every word of Lin Jun was like a knife, like a sword, every sentence pierced Wen Mo's heart and stirred his heart.

Wen Mo squeezed out these words with difficulty: "I never thought of insulting you."

Lin Jun sneered: "You haven't thought about it? You've already done it."

"Yes, I'm a spy. If I'm found out, it's my fate to die. Lin Jun is willing to die in exchange for Lord Wen to let me go."

Wen Mo carried Lin Jun out of the rice vat, and firmly held him in his arms, "I won't allow it."

Lin Jun struggled hard and pushed him away, "Master Wen, please respect yourself."

Seeing Wen Mo's expression, Lin Jun repeatedly reviewed his own words in his mind, whether any of them were too strong.

In doing this, Lin Jun not only wanted to satisfy his hobby of acting, but also wanted to tell Wen Mo that his method was wrong.

If you like someone and pursue someone, you can't use deceitful lies.

This is no different from humiliation.

Of course, this doesn't exist for people who don't like them and just play with them.

Lin Jun is betting that Wen Mo loves him.

"Liu Yongchang is dead, you don't have to be a spy anymore..."

Before Wen Mo finished speaking, Lin Jun interrupted, "Then what should I do? Be your plaything on the bed!"

"Enough!" Wen Mo's face was extremely gloomy.

"I have never treated you as a plaything." Wen Mo paused, and said solemnly, "I am pleased with you."

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!Lin Jun screamed in his heart, and the roots of his ears turned red.

Fortunately, it is covered by hair, so Wen Mo won't see it.

"When Mr. Wen likes a person, he feeds him medicine and makes up all kinds of stories. What is the difference between this kind of liking and a plaything?"

A tear fell from the corner of Lin Jun's eye, and in Wen Mo's eyes, it seemed that he couldn't bear this kind of humiliation.

Woo, so happy, he said he likes me!want to cry.

Wen Mo wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand, Lin Jun's face ached when his rough fingertips touched it. "I really like you, my liking, does this make you feel humiliated?"

"Master Wen, Lin Jun has never been in love in this life, but he also knows that if he likes someone, he will respect him, instead of feeding him medicine and making up stories on the bed."

Lin Jun dodged Wen Mo's hand in disgust, and continued, "This kind of method is not a plaything, what is it?"

"I don't want to tell you these things. It is impossible for me to go back with you. Today, Mr. Wen must let me go, or Lin Jun will die."

Wen Mo laughed back angrily: "You take one plaything at a time, since my heart is worthless in front of you, then I will let you see what kind of life the plaything actually leads."

He suddenly picked up Lin Jun by the waist, and strode out.

Lin Jun's eyes widened, and his voice was urgent: "Wen Mo! What are you doing! Let me down!"

He struggled hard, but the big hands around his waist remained motionless.

Lin Jun struggled hard, Wen Mo slapped his butt, "Be honest."

The face of the person on the shoulder turned red, and he had already left the kitchen, surrounded by people.

Lin Jun only felt that his face was burning red, and he said dully: "You let me down, I will go by myself."

"Don't let it go," Wen Mo said coldly: "To be a plaything, you must have the consciousness of being a plaything."

In the presence of a large audience, Wen Mo carried people through several streets, and all the passers-by looked sideways.

Lin Jun buried his face on Wen Mo's back in a self-defeating manner, and he couldn't see his face, so he left Wen Mo alone to embarrass himself.

Idiots, really idiots.

This way of pursuing people, if he didn't like him, Wen Mo would have been a bachelor for the rest of his life.

Wen Mo explained a few words to Uncle Fu, and walked to Wen Mansion first.

He carried what Lin Jun said, so that Lin Jun could hear every sentence clearly.

"You! You... How could you let Uncle Fu buy that kind of thing." Lin Jun blushed and his heart was beating, his whole body was burning hot.

Wen Mo sneered: "Why not, you are just a plaything."

Lin Jun thought about what Wen Mo said, and applied it all to him... Hiss...

He struggled again, this time he really wanted to run.

Wen Mo said casually: "If you move again, I will spank your ass in the street."

The person on the shoulder was motionless for a moment, like a cowardly quail.

Carrying all the way back to Wen Mansion, Wen Mo walked towards the bedroom with a clear goal.

Putting the person on the bed, he found the red gauze in the drawer on the bed.

"What are you going to do?" Lin Jun's heart was trembling, and his voice trembled.

Wen Mo grabbed his wrist with one hand and tied him up with red gauze.

Peeling off the coat of the lotus, revealing the pure white buds, this flower grows exceptionally white, and was badly wrapped with red yarn to prevent it from fully blooming.

Uncle Fu knocked on the door, Wen Mo went out, didn't let anyone in, only took things.

Lin Jun was terrified when he saw the pile of things in his hand. He wanted to hide but was tied up and had nowhere to escape.

The stamens of the lotus are covered with little golden butterflies, and the lotus trembles in the pool water. It wants to beg for mercy, but it cannot open its mouth.

Until Wen Mo took out something, Lin Jun really panicked, his voice choked up, and tears fell down, "Don't, don't, please, don't want it, don't."

Wen Mo lowered his head to lick and suck the tears from the corners of his eyes, a little bitter and astringent.

"Shouldn't you say that you are a plaything?"

Lin Jun cried and replied: "Don't say it, don't say it, oh, I'm not."

Wen Mo, you are finished, you are really finished, I just planned to tease you.

Now there are not ten days and half a month, you are dreaming.

Lin Jun begged for mercy, but thought hard in his heart.

作者有话要说：昨天的，呜，补上。感谢在2022-03-0621:58:08~2022-03-0711:51:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 glass of warm water;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Mountain and Moon; 5 bottles of Quedao Tianliang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!