prince's rivers and lakes

Chapter 18
At this moment, outside Wang Xie Fengyue Tower.

Both Hei Ji and Bai Ji were wearing blue-gray night clothes, like two swallows skimming across the water, leaping vertically among the tall buildings.

The ribbons on their eyes did not affect their actions at all. When they passed the fourth floor of the main building, they could vaguely hear whimpering.

The two of them stagnated for a moment, and then raised their breath at the same time, and landed on the main ridge of the roof to stand still.

"It's really not easy to lure Fengleiwei away. They really have nothing to do recently, and they actually sent a rare 13-member team to protect Qin Shouan."

Bai Ji breathed a sigh of relief and said, while arranging the slightly messy hair around her ears, carefully combing it into a crescent shape and sticking it to her cheeks.

Fenglei Weili can also be regarded as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the leader of the 13-person team, it is quite remarkable that Bai Ji's hair can be messed up during the chase.

"This is already a battle to protect the prince in Longyin City." Hei Ji frowned. Strictly speaking, this was a bit over the top, but there was no express rule.

Not to mention that no one would use this as an issue. After all, as long as the other party explained that the old prince had just had an accident, no matter how cautious he was, it would be difficult for people to continue to blame him.

"If the six ministers use the ceremonial guard of the house minister, it's not acceptable...what do we care about this, Tang Wanrong has been in for a long time." Bai Ji straightened her hair, and her thoughts returned to her eyes.

"Tang Wanrong said that she wanted to completely get rid of Qin Shouan's stubbornness tonight, and let him know what happened in Longyin City. It's not that he can figure out the context after a few years of wandering in the rivers and lakes. No way." Hei Ji shook her head lightly, not thinking that Tang Wanrong could succeed.

"You have to understand the deep meaning of her words. In fact, what she is going to do tonight is to teach him that it is useless to be tough, and he needs to learn some skills to suit her." The corners of Bai Ji's mouth curled up slightly, knowing that Said clearly.

Judging from the time recorded by Bai Ji picking flowers in the afternoon, the prince is probably still a cucumber egg.

Tang Wanrong is a knowledgeable and interesting woman, this long night is long, and the son falls into her hands, so she has all kinds of means to use on him.

"Huh?" Hei Ji frowned inexplicably, "By the way, did you hear that voice just now?"

"I'm not deaf. This afternoon, after Qin Shouan entered the Yuefenglai Pavilion, Tang Wanrong also had the same voice." Bai Ji opened her mouth, wanting to learn, but she felt a little ashamed. She was not like Tang Wanrong. Forget about the secretly swaying woman.

"Then why is there no movement in their room now?" Hei Ji knew that her sister was unreliable, she had to take care of the overall situation and pay attention to the details, which was also the guarantee for the two to successfully carry out the task.

"You want to hear Tang Wanrong's voice? Actually, it's nothing to listen to, it's like killing a pig."

"Like killing a pig?"

"Haven't you noticed? Butchers kill pigs by stabbing them with a knife. Once they are stabbed, the pig will squawk. The same is true for men and women."

Bai Ji chuckled. Although my elder sister is an older sister, she is immature in many things. She often needs Bai Ji to combine various information to discover the truth and avoid going astray because of her lack of life experience.

"Then... now Qin Shouan stabbed Tang Wanrong to death, so why didn't he make a sound?" Hei Ji didn't pay attention to the butcher's process of killing pigs.

"Think about it, if a butcher kills a pig, he can't just run to the pigsty with a knife, just hit the pig for a while?" Bai Ji stabbed Hei Ji's slender but tenacious waist:
"He has to clean the pig first, sharpen the knife, and prepare a basin to catch the blood, and then, taking advantage of the unpreparedness, he slashes down with the knife, and the blood splatters three feet high..."

"Keep your voice down, we're on a mission!" Hei Ji said in a low voice, but she waited expectantly for Bai Ji to continue. It's really interesting to kill a pig and take advantage of it.

"It's the same with men and women. You didn't see the men who came here. They drink on the third floor first, and then spend the night on the fourth floor. There is a procedure to go." Bai Ji said affirmatively.

"What's their procedure?"

"After Tang Wanrong enters the room, the two of them will also drink and chat, maybe even pretend to chat about poetry, poetry, calligraphy and painting. When the two of them flirt with each other and their emotions are in place, this is the so-called love affair."

Bai Ji explained very clearly that this was what she read from the book, so she couldn't be wrong.

"So when the butcher saw the pig, he had to adjust the atmosphere first, so that the pig would be willing to be killed before he stabbed it?" Hei Ji nodded, as if she had realized something.

At this moment, in Qin Shouan's and Tang Wanrong's room where the windows were not closed, there were suddenly some rattling and knocking sounds of doors, windows, and beds.

Compared with the other rooms on the fourth floor, the faint movements seemed to be the same, only more intense.

"The pig was killed." Bai Ji said to Hei Ji.

"I was stabbed." Hei Ji nodded.

……

……

[Zhang Wuji tore off her right shoe and sock, used his magical skills, and put his finger on her Yongquan acupoint, a gust of warm air swam back and forth in the acupoint]

[Rubbing the Yongquan acupoint with true energy is a hundred times more difficult than scratching it with a feather... Zhao Min couldn't help but smile coquettishly, and wanted to shrink her feet to dodge, but how could she move at all]

[This discomfort is far worse than being cut and whipped, like tens of millions of fleas crawling and gnawing on the internal organs at the same time, only laugh a few times and then cry sadly...]

What Tang Wanrong didn't expect was that Qin Shouan would actually use Zhang Wuji's method of scratching Zhao Min's soles in the story to her.

She also felt the same as Zhao Min, she just felt that the hair all over her body was about to fall out, it was so uncomfortable.

Zhao Min could still speak and beg for mercy, but Tang Wanrong was hysterical and could only make a vague and distorted voice.

Trying desperately to struggle was nothing more than making the bed shake, knocking against doors and windows, making it impossible to break free.

It wasn't until Qin Shouan stopped torturing her that he breathed a sigh of relief. There was no time to be ashamed and resentful, and he only hoped that he would stop scratching the soles of her feet.

What Tang Wanrong regretted the most was that she should not have rehearsed this play, should not have put on this sea green gown, and she should not have put on a veil.

What I originally thought was that I was teased by him this afternoon, so I shouldn't take this opportunity to fight back?
It turned out that she had encountered such a situation. As Hei Ji said, she had never met someone like Qin Shouan in the past, and she did not act according to common sense. As a result, the actual situation was completely different from what she expected.

"Aunt Tang..."

Tang Wanrong was suffering, when she suddenly heard Qin Shouan calling her, she looked up in astonishment, and found that half of the veil on her face had been removed at some point, Qin Shouan was staring at her, dumbfounded.

In an instant, it seemed as if the cinnabar materials from the dyeing workshop were all piled up on her face.

Having reached this level, she would rather Qin Shouan never know who she is. Under such a premise, even being treated with a little more humiliation by him is better than revealing her identity now.

"Auntie, why are you?"

Qin Shouan's expression changed from dumbfounded to horrified.

The eyebrows were almost raised to the hairline, the mouth was too long to close, and the eyeballs were enlarged.

His hands trembled slightly in the sleeves, causing the clothes to shake, and the unbelievable expression was vividly expressed.

The advantage of learning martial arts is that you can use zhenqi to control the muscles of your face.

It is convenient to make a lot of exaggerated or appropriate expressions to perfectly interpret the emotions you want to release.

Tang Wanrong was a little skeptical at first, did Qin Shouan know it was her?Seeing his expression now, she felt even more ashamed, but she didn't have the heart to doubt anything anymore.

She tilted her head, and two lines of tears dripped down, leaving wet marks on the brocade quilt, which was humiliated by him twice in one day.

Who would have thought that the little fat guy who was slightly round and affectionately said "Auntie", and looked a bit naive, would become her magic star?
"I see……"

Tang Wanrong was feeling dejected, when Qin Shouan spoke again, she tilted her head, not wanting to look at him, but she couldn't help wondering, what does he know?
"Auntie, it's been so hard for so many years." Qin Shouan said with a soft sigh:

"You have no name or role in the palace, but you are also a woman. It is understandable that you have been lonely in the boudoir for so many years—"

"—Dream back at midnight, there is no shoulder on the pillow next to you, no one to rely on in the quilt, the coolness is like water, not only the body is cold, but also my heart... Youth is spent in tormenting nights, every day One morning..."

"You—I didn't!" Tang Wanrong was impatient, as if she was a grieving woman in the boudoir, and she couldn't bear it anymore and was about to ask Hong Xing to have sex.

"I understand." Qin Shouan was understanding and apologetic:
"Every morning is a tormenting past for you. It's just the bitterness left by the night. After all, it accumulates in your heart and swallows all the beauty of a woman. If you want to tear her reputation, you will destroy her. Her rationality and all the virtues that she insisted on seem to have become shackles that only hinder her liberation."

"I—" Tang Wanrong was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Without waiting for Tang Wanrong to explain, Qin Shouan came over, sat on the edge of the bed, lightly pressed Tang Wanrong's arm, and said very understandably:

"Auntie, you are a person next to the Queen Mother. You can't openly raise a face and a handsome son like an ordinary lady. You have to pretend to be a brothel girl to find the trace that is so common to ordinary people. Joy, because of this grievance and pain, no one can blame you."

He... He actually thought that she would pretend to be a brothel girl to get people whoring in order to gain that bit of pleasure between men and women?
Tang Wanrong's chest was oppressed, she couldn't breathe, her body was slightly tilted up, as if blood was about to be spit out from her throat, the blood all over her body rushed to her face, and she fainted from the side of her head.
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