Quick Transmigration Goblin: Don't tease, the villain is turning black

Chapter 665 The Dancing Girl Princess vs. the Admiral of the East Factory 30
If Shen Lang endured the provocative teasing again and again, he would not be a man.

After drinking, Quan leaned his head against the wall, pinched his chin, and was forced to look up at him.

Although she was in a posture of being absolutely controlled by others, her eyes always held a slight smile, her arrogance showed no trace of fear, making people even more unable to help but want to destroy her and make her cry hard.

Quan Jiu was indeed not afraid of Shen Lang's harsh words.

a eunuch.

I can only speak harshly and pretend.

Regret flashed across her eyes, and she didn't dare to let Shen Lang see it, after all, men have self-esteem in that respect.

She lightly tapped his chest with her fingertips: "My lord has a big tone..."

Shen Lang grabbed her restless hand, let go of her shackles, pulled her to the stool, put her shoulders with both hands, and pressed her down forcefully.

"be honest."

The corners of Quan Jiu's mouth curled up slightly, and Nai Tuanzi was still lying on the bed, no matter how big-hearted she was, she wouldn't do anything violent in front of the children, a few words of cheer were already the limit.

Naturally, Shen Lang also understood this truth, and knew that she was joking early in the morning.

He spread out the rice paper and picked up a pen: "If you want to deal with Chu Tuo, you must know the current situation and stand in the court..."

By candlelight, Quan Jiu rested his face in one hand and watched him lazily write down the official titles and names one by one.

Under the warm yellow light, the man's indifferent eyebrows became a little warmer. It is said that a woman is the most beautiful when she is focused, and this sentence is no exception for men.

Shen Lang wrote down an intricate relationship diagram, and even listed the forces hidden behind each person. Quan Jiu looked at the dense network of relationships, and once again lamented that Chu Tuo's loss was unjust. Every movement is included in the eyes.

"It's really miserable to be your enemy, Mr. Shen." Quan Jiu clicked his tongue twice.

Shen Lang looked at the woman who was making trouble with the brush, picked up the end of another brush, and gave her a light blow on the back of her hand, without pain or itching.

"Don't make trouble."

Dangling around, he almost made a typo, but fortunately he corrected the strokes in time, so that she would not find out and laugh at her.

After being beaten, the corner of Quan Jiu's mouth curled up slightly, he stopped turning his pen, and picked up this picture:

"Master Shen, you have figured out the situation in the capital so clearly, is it really just for a mere admiral of the East Factory?"

Shen Lang's eyes fell on her face: "Has anyone ever said that you really make trouble for yourself?"

Rebellion is a crime that implicates the entire family, and we must not leak a little bit of news. If other people mentioned the matter of usurping the throne again and again, they would have been smashed tens of thousands of times.

Quan Jiu tapped on the table with his fingertips, not only did not restrain himself, but became bolder:
"You really want to be emperor that much?"

She originally wanted to snatch Chu Tuo's throne for fun, but if Shen Lang really wanted to be emperor so much, she wouldn't be unable to fulfill him.

Shen Lang stared at the table with downcast eyes, but did not answer directly: "Come here, let me tell you about this picture."

Just a network of relationships is not enough to summarize the undercurrents in the capital one by one.

……

The two sat at the table, facing a picture, and studied it for most of the night. The candle burned out unconsciously, the morning light outside the window was faint, and the rooster in the temple was crowing.

When Quan Jiu woke up lying on the table, when he opened his eyes, he met Shen Lang's sleeping face.

Looking at it from this angle of death, he still looks good like a character walking out of a painting.

She looked at the morning light outside the window and estimated the time. She didn't fall asleep until five or six o'clock last night, and probably slept for half an hour.

Seeing the tired look between Shen Lang's eyebrows, Quan Jiu didn't make a sound to disturb him, got up and covered him with the black cloak from last night, and then reviewed the relationship diagram of last night.

After carefully digesting what Shen Lang explained last night, Quan Jiu raised his hand to pour tea for himself, but when he raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Shen Lang's frown.

She murmured to herself, "Could it be a nightmare..."

.........

Shen Lang returned to that narrow room again.

He was precocious and intelligent since he was a child, so when he was sold to his father-in-law in the palace by his gambling father for two hundred Wen, he knew that his future destiny would be entangled with this deep palace.

The bought child was crying, and he was the only one sitting in the corner, quietly nibbling on meat buns.

He couldn't remember the last time he ate meat.

There is no father who beats people with a stick when he is drunk, and there is no disgusting vomit on the ground. He does not have to pretend to be a beggar and go begging on the street every day. The dilapidated small black house that cannot be sheltered from the wind and rain has finally become a part of his memory. Skim.

In the room, other children were crying endlessly, as if they were in hell, but to little Shen Lang, this place was no different from heaven.

As long as it allows him to survive, he is willing to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire.

Ambition began to grow wildly in the darkness.

Thanks to his experience of begging on the street, he has been able to observe his words since he was a child. After the housekeepers found out that he was sensible, they were naturally more willing to entrust him with errands than others.

Entering the palace at the age of five, Shen Lang finally waited for the day of purification after spending five long years in the palace.

The clean room in my memory has a fishy smell.

Shen Lang accepted his fate and was tied to the stage. He originally thought that he would wait for the person who came to the cleansing room, but he did not expect to wait for the master he had been following, Yan Sui, who was only a young eunuch at that time.

The master was over forty years old, and he always looked at him with "kind and loving" eyes.

"Xiao Lang, you are different from other children. You will inherit the master's mantle from now on."

Little Shen Lang was ignorant and didn't understand the deep meaning of his words.

Yan Sui called Shen Lang to his side and asked him to follow him "all the time, every second".

All the companions who entered the palace together became real eunuchs, and only Shen Lang escaped the catastrophe.

But it turns out that the catastrophe you avoided will only be returned in another way when you are out of reach.

The kind face in memory gradually became hideous and ugly.

"Xiao Lang..."

"Xiao Lang..."

There was a disgusting loving voice calling his name all the time.

Cold sweat broke out on Shen Lang's forehead and palms, and nausea instinctively appeared in his stomach.

Yan Sui's face kept tearing up, reorganizing, and magnifying, but no matter how it changed, the only thing that remained unchanged was the hypocritical smile on the corner of his mouth.

When that face gradually enlarged, Shen Lang finally couldn't help but clutched his chest, and suddenly woke up from the dream! !
Fresh air poured into the lungs, the sky outside the window was bright, and the sound of wooden fish came regularly.

"Are you OK?"

Quan Jiu stretched out his hand, wanting to hand him a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, but before his fingertips touched his forehead, the other party bounced away like a frightened bird.

She stopped abruptly.

Shen Lang also realized that his reaction was too violent, he lowered his eyes and calmed down his breath, he closed his big hands hidden under his cuffs, and his expression returned to calm.

"Thank you."

He calmly took the handkerchief.

(End of this chapter)