The fourth master of the Qing Dynasty escaped from his concubine

on the carriage.

Qian Lanlan, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth and asked the man in front of him: "What are your feelings for me?"

The man didn't think about it, and he seemed to have a fixed answer, and he jumped out casually: "Xin Yue."

"Really?" She sat up, arched her waist, put her hands on Yinzhen's shoulders, and looked directly at the man.

"Really." He said in the same calm tone.

What caught him off guard was that Qian Lan, who had been avoiding him, actually put his lips together.

The ice was as cold as the lake water on a summer night, but it aroused a fire in his heart.

He put his arms around the woman's waist and looked into her eyes.

Unlike the affectionate eyes in his Baylor Mansion, what he saw in front of him was a crystal glass, which contained no warmth and was empty.

But it makes people fall without hesitation.

After tasting the sweetness, he couldn't control it anymore. He tightened his grip on her waist and slowly closed the distance between them.

The warm breath slowly rose.

Yinzhen slowly sucked the sweetness of the fruit, and could feel that the fruit in his mouth was slowly swelling and full.

He slowly attached himself to it, and reached out with his other hand to the back of Qian's rotten head, pressing it down, deepening the depth of his absorption of the freshness and sweetness.

In the slowly rising warmth, her eyes were always indifferent when she looked at the man, and her body was stiff, not at all like the heat on the man.

Yinzhen also felt it, but in his opinion, this was just a kind of incompatibility. Soon, he would be able to warm people up.

After all, Qian Lanlan couldn't bear it anymore. He had no reaction at first, but now he reacted and his face changed.

Her brows were furrowed, and there were a few slight veins next to her temples, releasing her resistance unbridled.

Things progressed very quickly. When Yinzhen felt that the kiss had reached a certain level, his hands went up to the collar of her chest and fumbled with the buttons.

At the critical moment, Qian Lanlan stretched out his hand to pinch his tiger's mouth, and pushed his chest with his other hand.

The feeling given to Yinzhen was that the woman's desire was resisted but she was welcomed, and he was even more happy to be aroused.

This is not the case.

Pulling his lips back, Qian Lanlan said, "Kui Shui is here."

His face was livid and emotionless.

Are you kidding me? Brake halfway and shout stop.

A basin of cold water was poured on him. Yinzhen lost interest and let him go.

Qian Lanlan leaned against the carriage with despair, closed his eyes, and didn't want to say a word.

It seems that it is really the performance of the woman Kuishui.

The veins on her face were faintly visible, and her lips were pursed, looking really painful.

The car bumped and swayed.

He opened the curtain and said fiercely to the boy driving the car in front of him: "Slow down, don't swing."

This is not necessarily a problem of driving skills, but also the smoothness of the road. The boy had no choice but to nod: "Yes, Master Baylor."

And this time, the carriage moved forward slowly, making Qian Lanlan feel extremely painful.

Frowning, he urged: "Tell him to hurry up."

He responded: "Okay."

He shouted outside, "Hurry up!"

Then, before the carriage even started to bump up, she was pulled into a warm embrace.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the looming green scum on her chin. Disgust filled her heart, so she said nothing and closed her eyes.

With her acting like this, Yinzhen just felt that she was uncomfortable and hugged her tighter.

The carriage was moving very fast, bumping up and down.

She slept in the man's arms, very peacefully, with little shaking.

Yinzhen stretched out her fingers to gently touch the hard-to-open brows, and pressed them. After all, her sadness could not be relieved, and her brows knitted even tighter.

It should be very painful.

Yinzhen put down the fingers on her eyebrows and touched Qian's rotten belly with his big hands, stroking it around and around like a pregnant belly. Disgusted!

Qian Lanlan was only disgusted, and he was anxiously begging for the carriage to arrive, and just wanted to stay away from this person.

However, when she thought about the long period of frivolity in the future, her annoyance and disgust increased to another level. They piled up like a mountain and made her breathless.

Hurry up and we'll arrive at Muzoyuan in less than a quarter of an hour.

Before she could stand up, she was carried out of the carriage.

Gentle and affectionate?

Screw you!

Tired of it, she never wanted to open her closed eyes, not wanting to see the person holding her.

Listening to the sound, she knew that Jin Ling was coming to pick her up again, just as loud as when she first entered the garden.

Going around and back again.

This is the so-called fate that tricks people, and it is a fate that cannot be escaped after all.

However, she didn't want to admit it!

She was placed on the long-lost bed, and the quilt was tucked in for her by Yinzhen himself. Even if she didn't open her eyes, she could smell his unique fragrance.

She is not greedy at all for this kind of tenderness, she even hates it.

One second he was holding a sword to your throat, and the next second he was as tender as water to you.

What a huge abnormality, it's a huge nausea, I'm going to be sick to death!

Qian Lanlan, who had been holding back his saliva, couldn't bear it anymore after he retreated. He immediately lifted off the quilt and rushed to the table.

He opened the lid of the teapot and poured the tea leaves and water into his mouth. He rinsed his mouth several times before swallowing it with difficulty.

What a fucking idiot, for actually being a bitch and trying to test someone else's intentions.

"Pah!" Qian Lanlan slapped himself hard, tears streaming down his face from the pain.

He fell on the bed and let his tears wet the quilt.

He was so weak that when he was pointed at by a sword, he became cowardly and retracted his head like a turtle.

"Knock knock..."

While she was blaming herself, there was a knock on the door.

"Master, the slave has come in."

It's Jinling's voice.

Qian Lanlan wiped his tears carelessly and sat up. The remaining tear stains were very obvious on his fair face.

Jinling held the bowl and walked to the window.

"Master, why are you crying?"

"Why have you become ugly?"

Qian Lanlan stared blankly at the scars on Jin Ling's face. There were several pimples covering half of Jin Ling's face like worms.

It wasn't very beautiful to begin with, but now it was completely ruined.

Jin Ling stretched out his hand to caress the scar and said apologetically: "It was the slave who scared the master."

Qian Lanlan consoled him: "I'm brave, you can't be as ugly as me."

Jinling: "..."

After only walking for a day, this man was inexplicably disfigured.

Unable to resist his curiosity, Qian Lanlan asked: "When did you lose the lottery?"

Jinling answered truthfully: "Yesterday"

"Oh -" Qian Lanlan didn't ask any more questions, it was more or less clear.

But there was no such feeling of guilt in my heart.

"Master, this is the brown sugar water that Grandpa Baylor ordered to boil." She offered it diligently, emphasizing the words 'Made from Grandpa Baylor's order'.

"Okay, okay, let it go." Qian Lanlan showed no interest and drove him away impatiently.

"Yes, the slave will leave."

On the table, warm brown sugar water floats.