Chapter 158 All the cleverness is on me
Mu Xianzhi spoke clearly and logically, as if he had become a teacher teaching Ling Qingyan again, advising her to keep her eyes open.
It's just that the teacher wanted the girl to open her eyes and see herself.
Cui Huailang laughed angrily beside him: "You confuse right and wrong, you are worthy of being a tutor."
Their eyes met, and Mu Xianzhi said calmly, "I'd like to give you a piece of advice. If you don't have the strength, don't provoke someone who is stronger than you."
"Stupid behavior." Mu Xianzhi's thin lips opened and closed.
"What the Grand Tutor said makes a lot of sense." Ji Yanxing slowly walked over and patted Cui Huailang twice. "Second Master Cui, find out your own position. His Highness may have you in his heart, but you are not the only one in his heart."
"Your Highness once said in front of all the civil and military officials that he liked me. Your Highness and I have a clear path ahead. And after all, Your Highness is Your Highness, not your sister Qingxi. Not everyone can covet her."
There was no one else around at the moment, so Ji Yanxing called His Highness Ling Qingyan and reminded Cui Huailang not to be too ambitious.
"As long as General Ji is happy, my family background is naturally not as high-ranking and powerful as yours." Cui Huailang agreed with him with a smile.
There's no need to explain it to him, he doesn't understand shit.
He could only be complacent about his background, which was equivalent to what Qingxi's sister blurted out when she was trying to capture the strategy.
Ling Zhuoan watched this farce silently, his deep eyes fixed on the girl, paying attention to her every expression and every movement in the face of these people.
"It's getting late, let's go back." An extremely oppressive voice sounded.
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A cool breeze was blowing, and Ling Qingyan's yard was brightly lit. Ling Zhuoan stepped into her yard as usual.
Ling Zhuoan was reading a book as usual, and Ling Qingyan was also looking at her accounts.
The two of them can be busy with their own things, but Ling Qingyan must sit next to him.
Ling Qingyan was staring at the accounts. Without her noticing, Ling Zhuoan had put down the book he was holding and turned to look at her.
"Are Cui Huailang's flowers beautiful?" Ling Zhuoan blurted out suddenly.
"It looks good." Ling Qingyan answered truthfully.
Ling Zhuo'an's lips curled slightly, and his cold fingers touched Ling Qingyan's earrings, while at the same time scratching the skin on the girl's ears: "Qingyan seems to like him very much."
Ling Qingyan paused, then said naturally, "He is my friend, so naturally I like him."
"But I still like you more. You will always be important to me." Ling Qingyan comforted.
Ling Zhuo'an repeatedly stroked the girl's ears, looked at her carefully, and said with a smile: "But why do I feel that my precious Tang Ning is about to be kidnapped?"
The two looked at each other, as if questioning each other silently.
Ling Zhuo'an was too wary of Cui Huailang. Ling Qingyan saw the murderous intent flashing in his eyes, swallowed, and smiled, "No, you're worrying too much."
"Qingyan is so beautiful. Men outside always covet the emperor's sister, but the emperor's sister is so innocent and seems to be easily deceived."
"Some people can make you have a place in your heart with a firework or a bouquet of flowers, while some people can make you see their figure in your eyes with false words and pretentious sweetness."
"You are so easily deceived, why are you so cruel to me and want to escape from me?" Ling Zhuoan's tone was slow, as if he was extremely puzzled, with a look of thirst for knowledge.
"She even faked her own death and threatened me with her own life. My sister really knows how to manipulate me. It seems like she's using all her cleverness on me."
He touched the girl's slender neck gently, but Ling Qingyan could feel his suppressed anger. Her fair and delicate hand touched Ling Zhuo's hand on her neck, as if silently comforting her and preventing him from taking the next step.
She was afraid again.
Is she so afraid of him?
Ling Zhuoan looked at the girl's wrist.
Yes, he did lock her up.
Thinking of the past, Ling Zhuoan's eyes became even darker.
My throat was a little dry, and some desire was clamoring within me.
He felt like there were two of him living in his body, one telling him that you loved him, and seeing that she was so afraid of you, you should take it slow and wait until she was willing to be with you.
The other him is constantly reminding him that you are the crown prince, and what you want should be yours, no matter what method you use, just be a little crueler. Or he is too kind to her, if he is any crueler she will not be able to escape.
Death? Death can't threaten you. You know her. Even if she doesn't care about her own life, she has people she cares about. She values ​​friendship so much, she definitely doesn't want to see her friends get hurt because of her.
"What should I do, Yanyan? I'm a little too jealous. I'm so jealous that I don't know if I can control myself or how long I can control myself."
"I'm so jealous I'm going crazy. I want to do whatever it takes to kill Cui Huailang first, then pin you down and let you feel how miserable I am."
Ling Zhuoan pressed his fingers on the girl's slender white neck, as if he was feeling her heartbeat, but the girl's pampered skin was too sensitive, and he left red marks even though he didn't use much force.
The red marks stimulated Ling Zhuoan's senses to a greater extent. He unconsciously intensified the movements of his hands, rubbing out more lustful red.
"Brother Huang...Brother Huang, I don't like them that much, really, not that much. Please don't do this. I'm a little scared when you do this."
"Why don't you cry if you're scared?" Ling Zhuo'an's restless hands slowly moved upwards, caressing the girl's eyebrows and eyes. "Brother hasn't seen you cry in a long time. Why don't you cry for me to see?"
Ling Zhuoan spoke in a negotiating tone, his movements were slow and measured, and his eyes were filled with burning desire.
Ling Qingyan had discovered before in the palace that Ling Zhuoan did have this habit. When they were in bed, he would say "don't cry" because he felt sorry for her, but his movements became more and more excited, and he didn't look like he felt sorry for her at all.
It was as if her tears were his stimulant.
Ling Qingyan pursed her lips and said softly, as if she was acting coquettishly: "I can't cry."
"Why can't you cry?" Ling Zhuoan glanced at the bunch of flowers placed in the pink glass vase not far away.
He had just seen with his own eyes the bouquet that Cui Huailang had given him.
He turned his gaze back to the girl: "Are you too happy tonight, so you can't cry?"
"No!" Ling Qingyan immediately retorted.
"I'm in a bad mood right now and want to see Qingyan cry. Since Qingyan can't cry, I'll help my sister." Ling Zhuoan said with a smile, "I'll help Yanyan cry happily."
As he spoke, Ling Zhuoan didn't wait for Ling Qingyan to react. He swept away the clutter on the table in front of him, pinched the girl's waist and placed her on the table.
The girl's feet left the ground, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she looked at him in astonishment. She wanted to jump off the table, but Ling Zhuoan held her hands.
Ling Zhuoan took out a piece of red silk from his bosom and slowly tied her hands behind her back.
The candlelight flickered. The girl sat on the table with her hands clasped behind her back. The man's big hands held her waist, fixing her on the table and preventing her from moving.
"Ling Zhuoan, you said that I was accompanying you simply to accompany you, and you wouldn't do that kind of thing with me!" Ling Qingyan accused.
"Don't worry, baby." Ling Zhuoan washed his hands slowly, took out a brocade box, and looked at her. "I always keep my word. I won't do that kind of thing with you."
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