Chapter 112 I'm Here
Ling Qingyan was naked, with her wrists tied to the head of the bed with red satin.
It's exactly the same posture as in the painting.
The fragrance is delicate and the beauty of spring is alluring.
Ling Qingyan's cheeks had never been so red.
She continued to struggle, causing more red marks on her wrists.
Mu Xianzhi sat motionless at the desk, carefully sketching and revising the painting he was writing.
The red marks left by the girl's struggle were being added to the painting.
There was an infatuated admiration and a paranoia towards a certain kind of art in his eyes as he looked from the painting to the girl.
His Adam's apple rolled and he was filled with awe.
"Mu Xianzi, you bastard!" Ling Qingyan got angry when she saw him like this, but she really didn't know how charming and attractive she was at the moment, so even if she cursed him, the other party would feel that it was a reward from God.
"Yes, yes, I'm a bastard." Mu Xianzi's voice was gentle, but his hands did not stop drawing.
The girl continued to curse him, her lips red and tender, her chest heaving.
Sure enough, the painting is still too small.
Mu Xianzhi smiled and modified the curves of the woman in the painting.
Suddenly, Ling Qingyan's crying sound was heard from the side. Mu Xianzhi's heart tightened and he hurried towards Ling Qingyan.
"Is it hurting Your Highness? Why are you so delicate? If it hurts, don't move. I will finish it soon, Your Highness." Mu Xianzhi hurried to the bedside and comforted him.
But when he reached the couch, Mu Xianzhi's throat tightened even more, and his eyes fell nakedly on the prince's beautiful curves.
"You're still looking!" Ling Qingyan shouted angrily, but tears were on her face and her words were filled with tears.
"Your Highness, lust is human nature. You shouldn't look at me with the eyes of a saint. You know, I'm just pretending during the day."
Mu Xianzhi looked at her with a smile and wiped away the tiny tears from the corners of her eyes: "Okay, Your Highness, don't cry anymore. You don't know how beautiful you look when you cry."
Ling Qingyan: "Pervert!"
"I am here."
She really couldn't stand him anymore. She felt a little awkward and complained, "Why am I naked while you sit there so straight?"
This gap made Ling Qingyan's already high sense of shame even stronger.
Mu Xianzhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Oh——"
Mu Xianzhi suddenly realized something, and began to undress himself, saying with a smile, "So, Your Highness cares about this."
"Your Highness, why didn't you say so earlier?" Mu Xianzhi smiled carefreely, "Why do you have to feel wronged?"
"I'll take it off."
Ling Qingyan was shocked by his shameless and extremely quick movements.
Seeing that Mu Xian's upper body was completely stripped of cloth and he was about to take off his underwear, Ling Qingyan quickly screamed, "Stop!!!"
"That's enough, don't...don't go any further!"
Even though Ling Qingyan couldn't touch her cheek, she knew it must be extremely hot. Her whole body felt like it was on fire and she felt extremely uncomfortable.
Who would want to see something so ugly?
"Is that enough, Your Highness?" Mu Xianzhi teased her deliberately.
"Enough!" Ling Qingyan was angry and embarrassed.
Who could have known that the Taifu, who seemed so bright and elegant on the outside, would behave in such a...dissolute manner!
So, Mu Xianzhi returned to his seat, his upper body naked, wearing only a pair of white underpants.
There was a charcoal fire burning in the house and the doors and windows were closed, so it didn't feel cold.
The candlelight was dim, and the scene inside was extremely ambiguous, as if desire would be ignited in the next second.
Finally, Mu Xianzhi finished revising his painting.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I've kept you waiting for so long." Mu Xianzhi's voice was hoarse, and it was obvious that he had endured to the limit.
Ling Qingyan knew that she would not be able to avoid this incident today. She took a deep breath and said to Mu Xianzhi as if to give herself a shot in advance: "Mu Xianzhi, I can do that kind of thing with you, but you must be gentle and gentle, and you are not allowed to hurt me!"
"Okay, Your Highness, I will absolutely prioritize your feelings and share this bliss with you."
Outside the Dark Moon Pavilion, on the streets of the capital, teams of people with torches were still searching for Princess Tangning.
Princess Tangning's body was not found, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince refused to believe the fact that Princess Tangning's body was gone. He sent people to block the capital and searched for her for a whole day. People were also stationed at the city gates to check people entering and leaving.
Inside the Dark Moon Pavilion, in the Pavilion Master's room.
The gauze curtain fell, and the warm yellow light shone on the moon-white gauze, and the shadows overlapped.
“…”
Some people had a joyful night, some had a sleepless night, and some were seriously injured and almost died.
There was also a prince whose house was burned down, and he spent the night in an inn.
"Haven't you found the princess yet?"
In the East Palace, Ling Zhuoan's face was gloomy. He hadn't slept the whole night that Ling Qingyan was away.
Excessive worry and excessive fatigue made him look so listless.
The subordinate took the risk and knelt down, clasping his hands and saying, "Your Highness, with such a huge fire, even General Ji, who is so skilled in martial arts, was reluctant to come out, let alone the princess, a weak woman with no martial arts skills."
"Your Highness, please accept my condolences."
"I say nothing happened to Tang Ning!" Ling Zhuo'an said in a low voice, "You cursed the princess and accepted the punishment yourself. If I hear anyone say anything about Tang Ning being in trouble again, you won't be allowed to return to the East Palace."
Ling Zhuoan didn't even dare to associate death with Ling Qingyan's name.
It's impossible. How could something happen to the imperial sister?
She is so careful about her life and so smart, she must have hidden herself.
Yes, she must have felt that the palace was too boring and hid away.
He no longer restricted her; she could go wherever she wanted as long as he could find her.
He would send her enough guards. It didn't matter whether she wanted to see the mountains, rivers, lakes, or the desert, as long as he knew where she was and he could always be by her side.
She couldn't be so cruel as to leave him forever.
No.
Ling Zhuoan prepared to go to Prince Yong's Mansion again to personally look for clues left by Tang Ning.
Several imperial physicians stayed in the general's mansion for one night, carrying out basin after basin of blood. The scene that night was truly extremely dangerous.
Ji Yanxing was seriously injured. The fire was very big that day. He covered his mouth and nose and went to the East Garden to search but did not find any sign of the prince.
After inhaling a large amount of black smoke, he collapsed in a trance.
Finally, a servant from Prince Yong's mansion found him and rescued him. After several imperial doctors worked hard all night, he finally saved his life.
As soon as he woke up, Ji Yanxing called his personal guard.
"Where's His Highness? Have you found him?"
The guard's expression paused, then he looked at his master and shook his head.
"How could it be? How could His Highness disappear? No, I have to go look for him myself." Ji Yanxing's first reaction was also that he failed to connect Ling Qingyan with death.
"Sir, you are injured. You need to rest for a while. Otherwise, even if you find Her Highness, you won't be able to meet her alive. I will follow your instructions and go find Princess Tangning."
In fact, the guards also believed that Princess Tangning did not survive the fire.
But seeing his young master like this, he really couldn't afford to hit him anymore!
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