My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Chapter 72: Hard teeth

The laughter on the cliff spread throughout the valley, and suddenly only Rong Xian and Wei Wan were left on the ground.

"I thought Ah Wan wouldn't respond," he fixed his eyes on that indifferent and clean face, and retreated a little coldly.

"Brother, what I learned from traveling around the world...isn't it the Nuo opera?" Wei Wan squinted his phoenix eyes and squinted, stroking the finger on his thumb, "Brother's harsh words are still in my ears, so I dare not refuse .”

Rong Xian's throat was stuck, and his voice was hoarse: "It's my problem."

"Brother, what's wrong?" Wei Wan curled the corners of his lips, his voice was lazily laid-back, and his tone was leisurely, "Brother is always so nervous about my affairs..."

"It's so hard to look at the ghosts in the underground and say 'love-struck'."

"The anger hurts the body," Rong Xian stood leaning forward with his eyebrows bent, he knew Wei Wan very well, if this breath can't be resolved smoothly, it will be a serious problem, so he can't refute her words, "It's better to use a brand to discourage you. "

After finishing speaking, the slender neck that was as flawless and cold as a white jade was precisely attached to the corner of Wei Wan's lips.

"Wish to calm down," Rong Xian's voice came from the other side of her ear, her breath was intentionally sprinkled on the side of her face, from a distance, she seemed to be lying with her neck crossed.

Wei Wan raised his eyebrows, raised the jade hand with the finger puller, reached into Rong Xian's cloak, and pressed it against his left chest, ignoring the sudden stiffness, his red lips pressed against the white and slender neck, and paused every word: "Deliberately seduce,"

"Beauty trap?" Wei Wan curled up his lips and smiled, breathing all over his neck. Then he raised his hand and pinched Rong Xian's chin, breathing heavily, "Your looks are not up to par."

Then he very calmly came down and pinched Rong Xian's jade finger, and the hand buried in his cloak pushed him back to his original position: "What you just said just now is saying that my father has prepared for a rainy day."

Rong Xian lowered her brows and smiled, then raised her cloak to cover her wrists, then lowered her hands to pinch her, and pulled her into her arms: "Whether you are qualified or not, you can't just look at the appearance."

"What did I say?" Rong Xian hooked the corners of his lips, his posture was idle, "It's just that King Huaiwu has no prejudice against men and women, that's all."

"Young Master Rong really has a good hand." Wei Wan raised his eyes, put the tip of his nose against his chin, and raised two fingers to press his lips, "Your mouth is really hard."

"If you have anything to ask, call me brother, and mock Mr. Rong." He pressed his thin lips against her fingers, as if kissing her fingertips while speaking, and then raised his thumb against her eyebrows, unable to bear it. After rubbing for a while, "Ah Wan is proficient in Nuo opera."

Then, he leaned forward, pressed his thin lips heavily on her fingertips, and chuckled softly: "Is it hard?"

"It's hard teeth." Rong Xian narrowed his eyes, and left the slightly hot fingertips, "Ah Wan didn't tell my brother with certainty just now, but my brother knew it, but Ah Wan forgot."

Wei Wan narrowed his eyes and stared at Rong Xian's slightly withdrawn thin lips: "Isn't this just in response to the sentence, 'taught the apprentice, starved the master to death'."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his gaze to look at his sticky fingertips that could not be distinguished from sweat or breath, and he spread his hands in front of him with some disgust.

"Don't you feel squeamish now?" He raised his eyebrows, smiled, and then looked into the pair of dissatisfied phoenix eyes. He smiled and untied the bamboo tube blocking the sieve from his waist, and held the wet eyes with his thin and slender hands. Hot white hands were held in the palms, and the cold water dripped down, hitting Rong Xian's wrists, and flowed down.

The callused hands were soaked in water and carefully rubbed the delicate and white hands, from the wrist to the palm, from the heel to the fingertips, Youyun Yuyu, the tenderness of the intestines turned like a treasure in the world, and then looked at the red His brows gradually frowned slightly, and he had some guesses in his heart: "How do you practice martial arts on weekdays."

"Xi is no different from others."

After finishing speaking, she wanted to withdraw her hand and retract her cloak, but as soon as she made a slight movement, someone grabbed her wrist. Rong Xian took out the silver silk from her arms, unfolded it very slowly, and placed it lightly on the back of her hand. He raised his eyes and said, "What's the rush?"

Then, he began to wipe them one by one, meticulously.

Wei Wan watched his meticulous movements, and gradually became impatient. Yuan Shan frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand why he had to be so careful when wiping his hands. The slender palm on her wrist was extremely firm, and she couldn't break free at all.

Rong Xian noticed her movements, his eyebrows raised, and his long eyelashes formed a wrinkled arc. He followed the wiping action and paused: "What are you hiding from?"

Wei Wan's half-closed eyes slowly opened, stretched his fingertips, and said calmly: "Hurry up and get reincarnated."

"It's... very urgent."

After finishing speaking, he snatched the silver silk handkerchief from Rong Xian's hand, then turned his wrist, broke free from his grip, wiped it twice like gulping dates, and then threw the silk handkerchief back to Rong Xian.

Wei Wan's phoenix eyes looked him up and down, even more disgusted: "You are a muddled person and a procrastinator."

Rong Xian caught the silk handkerchief thrown by Wei Wan, stopped for a few moments, then slowly rubbed the water-stained silk handkerchief in his palm, raised his eyes and met the undisguised expression of disgust.

He looked at the vividness on Wei Wan's face with great interest, and curled the corners of his lips. For a long time, those fox eyes that usually contained calculations were filled with a doting smile, and immediately, an extremely pleasant chuckle was scattered in the wind. .

Seeing Wei Wan's distant eyebrows gradually congealing, he seemed to suddenly know something...

He and the Wei family are obsessed with teaching her how to govern the country and the world, how to be a person, how to be a minister, how to be a king, teach her the vertical and horizontal ways, teach her to survive in the troubled times, and serve the people in the morning and the common people in the evening.

But no one has ever taught her what it is to like and how to like it. When others are ignorant and passionate, she is struggling to survive in the cracks of stumbling. fight hard.

What she presents is her half-knowledgeable temptation.

The emotions in Rong Xian's heart gradually became complicated. The fox's eyes, which were originally faintly smiling, had turned into dark whirlpools, which made people sink involuntarily at a glance.

Wei Wan watched Rong Xian's beautiful color changing again and again without saying a word, full of strong darkness.

She thought it was quite strange to have high eyebrows, so she simply folded her arms, took a step forward, and studied the various expressions on Rong Xian's pale face at close range and with great interest.

Rong Xian rarely showed his emotions, and always had his lips curled up, with an unwavering smile on his face, making it impossible for anyone to guess what he was thinking.

"Brother, there is something interesting now," Wei Wan's eyes gradually became interested, "Like a human being."

Rong Xian lowered his eyebrows and looked at Wei Wan whose face was half covered by the shade of the tree, calmly and without changing his face, he pulled out the folding fan at his waist and spread it out, blocking the halo of light that fell through the shade of the tree for her.

　The card points are 4000, so thrilling hahahahaha.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)