Crazy! Crazy batch of chief ministers reduced to subordinates

Chapter 72 Have you forgotten what you said personally?

Lang Zhuo said: "Let's wait a little longer until Yan Qing comes back."

His voice was very soft, like a breeze without any pressure.

Beisheng's heart was in turmoil.

He said to Lu Zhu again: "Your girl is waiting impatiently. Go to the alley to see if Yan Qing is back."

He just left, how could he come back so soon?

Bei Sheng held Lu Zhu to prevent her from leaving, and forced a smile: "Nothing happens, just wait here, they will come back naturally after they finish their work."

The atmosphere was really indescribably weird.

Lang Zhuo took a step closer and said very calmly: "Aren't you worried about the life of that maid? The two men are doing things carelessly and without a sense of propriety. Let Lu Zhu take a look. There is no harm in it."

Beisheng is so scared that his soul flies away! For a moment, I was at a loss. I didn't know when Lu Zhu broke away from her hands and slipped out of the alley around Lang Zhuo.

Lu Zhu believed that Mr. Lang sent her away because he had something to say alone. She never doubted that Mr. Lang would be unfavorable to the second girl.

A secluded alleyway surrounded by two high walls. On the other side of the wall is someone else's courtyard.

If she screamed at this moment, would someone climb over the wall to save her?

The birds stood on the high wall and kept chattering. Beisheng seemed to hear nothing, except his own heart beating like a war drum.

She pretended to be calm, but the slightly trembling long eyelashes betrayed her, so she could only take a long breath secretly and try to calm herself down.

"My lord, do you have anything else to explain?"

Lang Zhuo looked indifferent and asked her with lowered eyes: "Why are you afraid of me?"

You know how to kill, does that count as a reason to be afraid of you?
  But Beisheng didn't dare to reply to him like this. He pursed his lips slightly and said, "The master is the teacher of the students. Students only have respect and no fear."

"You're lying! You're obviously shaking right now." He raised his hand and held her wrist tightly with his slender fingers.

That was Lang Zhuo's injured right hand. Even though his wound was in danger of bursting, he still wanted Bei Sheng's eyes to look at him.

Beisheng's heart skipped a beat, as if the strings of a piano broke and the rocks collapsed.

"open!"

Why does this happen every time! Why did he seem to eat her alive every time? If he wanted her to die, he would have a good time. If he wanted to talk, he would confess calmly. Why did he have to force her to be frightened?
  He ignored Bei Sheng's fear and just prayed lightly: "Don't be afraid of me, I'm a good person."

She believed that he was a good man. Everyone said that he was a good man with high knowledge and good looks. But when they praised him, did they know that a murderous knife could fly from Lang Zhuo's fingers?
  Has Lang Zhuo ever pinched their wrists and spoken to them with a ferocious expression?

Have you ever seen Lang Zhuo kick a man weighing nearly 100 kilograms away with one kick?

She is just a woman, she does not have such a strong heart, and there are evil people living in her heart, but she only uses gentle means to harm people, letting those who have done evil to her drown in the happiness and tenderness she creates.

She was afraid of blood, of corpses, of the suffocating atmosphere.

Lang Zhuo didn't realize how excessive his behavior was, and smiled compassionately at Bei Sheng, "You can talk and laugh with Zhao Shu freely, and you can give him hand-made medicinal dates and hand-embroidered sachets, why do you avoid me like this?"浼?”

It's okay not to mention this matter, but Beisheng's heart hurts like a thorn when he mentions it.

How could she understand Zhao Shu's conspiracy? She was bound by love, and it was not only Zhao Shu who was bound, but also her own heart. Half truth and half falsehood, why don’t you fall into trouble!
  Lang Zhuo's words touched her sore spot!
  She glared at Lang Zhuo and gritted her teeth and said: "How can you compare with Zhao Shu? The student likes him, likes him, and loves him. But the master is my husband and my teacher. The student thinks that he has achieved what a student should do to him." The respect a teacher deserves! What else do you have to be dissatisfied with!"

The anger in Lang Zhuo's heart was overflowing, and he asked: "I like him? Like him? Love him? Really? Do you really like Zhao Shu? Do you know that you don't have him in your eyes? Why? Are you going to lie?"

Bei Sheng thought she didn't need to explain this to Lang Zhuo, so she turned her face away and refused to look at him, the bulging veins beating wildly on her long and fair neck.

He grabbed her chin with one hand and tried to twist her face, "Look at me and tell the truth!"

"What do you want me to say, sir?"

Those crystal clear eyes were full of anger at this moment, and his face turned red instantly. Only the medicinal fragrance exuding from his body was still wrapped in the sweetness of the girl.

Lang Zhuo's eyes gradually became fiery, and he revealed an evil smile and kissed her deeply.

It's like an enemy attack, every touch is a tremor of excitement.

Beisheng's mind was full of stormy seas and howling winds.

Lang Zhuo was like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time and wanted to eat her up. He murmured in a low voice: "It was your poison that hurt me. Tuoba Zhao's poison was not that powerful. I endured it all the way."

Bei Sheng's thoughts had no time to return, and Lang Zhuo seemed to swallow her completely.

His fingers gently opened her clenched, almost stiff fist bit by bit, and his slender fingers nimbly slipped into the seam of Bei Sheng's palm and held her tightly.

In the sweetness of the lipstick, I tasted the saltiness of tears. The one who shed tears was not Bei Sheng, but Lang Zhuo.

He raised his eyes slightly and whispered softly in her ear: "Beisheng, I admire you..."

He begged again, "Beisheng, don't be afraid of me. I see you are afraid of me, and I hate myself."

Bei Sheng stood blankly, still not reacting to the howling wind just now.

She dodged, unwilling to face the affection Lang Zhuo showed her, and her dodging and her fear of him completely angered him.

But how should she respond to his passion now? How can she love someone lovingly without avenging the hatred in her heart?

She could only harden her heart and pretend that it was because of the poison that Lang Zhuo misbehaved with her.

She asked softly: "Have you forgotten what you said personally?"

Lang Zhuo straightened up and stared at her with his deep eyes, seeming to have forgotten his promise to Bei Sheng.

Beisheng's bright eyes were full of tears as he continued: "My lord said that when the world is clear and bright, he will let me go, whether it is to watch the sunrise on the top of the mountain or watch the sunset on the seaside. This is what the adults said themselves, have you forgotten?"

She remembered every word clearly, and each word was engraved in her heart. She only looked forward to the day when the Qingming Festival would come soon. Lang Zhuo stood on the gate of the capital and saw him off in person.

What does that count now?
  Is Lang Zhuo such a dishonest person?
  There was a silent question in Beisheng's eyes, and he couldn't believe that Lord Tangtang would have such affection for him.

She was just a girl who grew up in the countryside and just wanted to survive in the capital city where there were many traps. She had not calculated that Lang Zhuo would be the accident.

What should she do now?
  My mind was in a mess, and I didn't have any thoughts to deal with the current predicament.

　This chapter was revised and reposted, and there was no description of the neck below, but... I painfully changed it for a long time.

　　
  　
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