"You pity the girl." Looking for the direction of the voice, Yan Zening bowed and said, "May I ask the girl where my disciple is now? It's getting late. I'll take her away and won't bother the girl anymore."
"Sit down." Qing Lian filled the wine glass and said with a chuckle, "Young Master, why should you be impatient? It's not too late to ask again after drinking this glass of wine."
Yan Zening kept bowing and bowed his head without saying a word.
Qing Lian watched, picked up the wine glass, and nana approached Yan Zening, looking him up and down with hook-like eyes, "No wonder Miss Chi said that the young master doesn't understand the style," Qing Lian put the wine glass to Yan Zening's lips, "She said this It’s not bad at all.”
Her tone was soft, "Master, just follow Qing Lian and drink this glass." Qing Lian looked at Yan Zening's thin lips, her heart moved, and she slowly poured the wine into Yan Zening's mouth, and his lips instantly Soaked in crystal luster.
Yan Zening immediately pinched Qing Lian's wrist to stop her movements, "Miss Qing Lian, isn't it inappropriate?"
Qing Lian was startled by his cold tone, so she acted coquettishly and said, "Young Master has frightened my family. I can't drink only one glass of wine this time. You have to punish yourself with three drinks."
Yan Zening said: "Miss Qing Lian, I'm not here to drink with you. I just want to find my disciple."
Seeing that Yan Zening still didn't buy it, Qing Lian cursed a stinky man in her heart and sat back down with the wine glass in hand.
This man cares so much about his disciple, why doesn't she use his disciple to make a fuss about it? She thought with pity and said:
"Young Master, you know that I had a great time chatting with Miss Chi, and we hit it off right away. We talked a lot, especially about the Young Master."
Qing Lian said again: "Miss Chi is probably sober now, and my maid is probably dressing her up. The master then sat down and chatted with the slave family for a while. Miss Chi will come to find the master. Of course, the slave family will not force the master to drink. .”
Yan Zening frowned, walked through the gauze curtains, and slowly sat opposite Qing Lian.
Qing Lian drank a glass of wine and said, "The slave family saw that the young master behaved well, so he must be from a big family. Miss Chi is different from the young master, and her behavior and conversation are a little weird."
Yan Zening said: "Her temperament is a bit out of the ordinary, but it's not weird at all."
Qing Lian smiled and said: "I don't know why you accepted her as your disciple, Master."
Yan Zening fell into silence. For a long time, he seemed to be sighing, "Probably...it was destined by God."
"Does the young master know how she arranged you behind your back?"
Yan Zening's interest was aroused, but his tone was still indifferent, "She...how did she say it."
Qing Lian told Yan Zening exactly what Chi Yu said.
After saying these words, even Qingqian himself laughed.
Yan Zening's face was cold, but in his heart...
"How could Miss Chi think that the slave family would believe her words? The slave family is very knowledgeable, how could they be coaxed away by her words." Qing Lian's upper body slowly approached Yan Zening, her soft waist was held up by the pear blossom table, "But the slave family still wants to see what the young master looks like with his eyes."
Her nails, dyed begonia red, glowed with crystal luster under the candlelight. She gently touched the edge of Yan Zening's eyeband, picked it up with her fingertips, and the snow-white silk ribbon slowly fell down.
Qing Lian looked into Yan Zening's eyes and smiled sweetly, "It seems that Miss Chi is wrong. The young master's eyes are not ugly, but he can't see. He is a blind man without any eyeballs."
However, Yan Zening no longer had the intention to care about what she said.
The scorching temperature and abnormal redness gradually spread throughout his body. His limbs were limp, unable to move, and his breathing was rapid.
"Qing Lian... girl," Yan Zening used the blind stick to prevent her from falling, "What on earth... did you do?"
Qing Lian sat on the small pear table, her shoulders half exposed, "The slave family didn't do anything." She put her wrist lazily on Yan Zening's shoulders.
"It was the young master who saw the beauty of the slave family and had some evil thoughts, so he showed such an attitude. Why did he slap him down and put the blame on the slave family?" She said with a sweet smile, and got into Yan Zening's arms.
As soon as she sat down, she said half-angry and half-joyed: "Young Master is so energetic and fierce. After a while, I will feel relieved."
"Get down!" Yan Zening shouted sternly with a frown.
"Why is the young master still so cold to the slave family? The slave family knows it." Qing Lian tapped Yan Zening's chest, "Although the master's face is not good to the slave family, his body is very warm to the slave family. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't move, he might have pointed it out. I pounced immediately.”
"Master, don't worry, the slave family is also happy. After spending a good night with the master, I am afraid that the master will pester the slave family and want to have sex every night. It is no different from those stinky men."
Qing Lian buried her head in Yan Zening's chest, took a sharp sniff, and showed an intoxicated look.
The third child actually didn't lie. This man had extremely pure spiritual energy. As he went into heat, her spiritual energy moved him and overflowed.
Not even yet... That's it. How many yang beads will she have to expel once she leaves the yang essence behind.
Thinking of this, Qing Lian became more and more enthusiastic, staring at Yan Zening like a hungry wolf staring at a lamb.
At this time, Yan Zening felt as if he was in a sea of fire. Even after the tongues of fire licked his skin, it was still not enough. It climbed to his ears and then penetrated into his head. His brain seemed to be cooking. His brain was burning unbearably, and he immediately ordered him to find water.
Water...where is the water?
Water in arms.
It's so cold.
Want more.
Yan Zening's face was covered with redness, like a white jade statue smeared with rouge.
He lowered his head.
Qing Lian's eyes were mixed with joy and boredom, and she put her arms around Yan Zening's neck, waiting for him to kiss her.
Yan Zening buried his head in Qing Lian's neck, and his hair crown hit Qing Lian's hosta, and the ring immediately rang. Qing Lian spit out a hint of Ying Ning, waiting to enjoy it.
Suddenly, a sharp pain hit her ears, and a low muffled laughter came from her neck. Qing Lian felt a burst of rage in her heart, which bounced off Yan Zening. When she stood up, she saw that Yan Zening's lips were stained with her blood.
He actually wanted to bite her ears off!
"Okay!" Qing Lian slapped Yan Zening's face crookedly. Yan Zening fell on the small pear table, and the blind sword rolled to his feet. "When I call you young master, you really think of yourself as a prince or grandson. Why don't you propose a toast?" You will be fined and drunk, and I will show you what I can do today."
With that said, Qing Lian pulled off Yan Zening's belt and took off his clothes.
Yan Zening laughed, and his laughter became louder and louder. With blood on his lips, he looked quite ghostly when he smiled like this.
"Why are you laughing, you stinky blind man."
Yan Zening's face was calm after smiling. Different from before, he looked completely calm now.
"I smile and pity the girl. She prides herself on her beauty, but she has to use such despicable methods to get a man."
"If you want to provoke me to let you go, save it. The taste of meat can only be known when you eat it in your mouth. So what if I use deceitful means to get you? When we get to bed, you will be eager to stuff your whole body into it."
Qing Lian half-knelt down and held Yan Zening's chin. "You are unwilling now because you can't see my beautiful face." As he said that, he touched it.
So Yan Zening received another slap and asked, "Why are you so soft?"
Qing Lian walked inside and checked the Yin Chun Powder in the cauldron, but it was still burning quietly.
Walking back to the room, Qing Lian said with disdain in his eyes, "Damn blind man, you can't do it, can you?"
Yan Zening said coldly: "I am in good health, but it fell into the hands of a girl to be tortured like this. It is disgusting that you pity her so little... This is really not my problem."
Qing Lian walked up to Yan Zening in three steps and said, "I'm disgusting!" She pulled Yan Zening's hair, "Say it again!"
Yan Zening was forced to raise his head, "What the girl is doing now is nothing if not disgusting."
Qing Lian laughed, her branches trembling with laughter, "Okay, blind man, you are very good."
She crossed her arms across her chest, "Today I'm going to see what you're like, you're a pretentious thing." She got into Yan Zening's arms again.
"Good brother." After saying that, he was about to kiss Yan Zening's lips. Yan Zening turned his head to avoid it, his eyes were stern with pity, and then he relaxed again, "Why are you hiding from me, good brother, what do you like, Nujia I can become like that for you.”
"Be gentle, be virtuous, be charming and lively, or be cool and charming. As long as you say it, I will do it."
What the book says.
Yan Zening lowered his eyes, "I naturally like ladies who are virtuous, virtuous, dignified and elegant."
"You like women who are like you. Do you think this is okay?"
Qing Lian took the gauze handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from Yan Zening's forehead, "Husband, are you cold or not? Are you hungry? Can Lian'er warm you up, and cook you a bowl of ginger soup?"
"Look at you like this, how pitiful you are. Lian'er is really distressed."
Qing Lian exchanged greetings, thinking about the women from aristocratic families he had met before, and tried to imitate their tone and every move.
"It's all because of Lian'er that my husband is like this. As long as my husband gets better, Lian'er will be happy to lose his life." He sobbed and choked, showing a delicate posture.
A quarter of an hour later, Qing Lian pretended to be impatient. Seeing that Yan Zening was unmoved, she gritted her teeth and said, "You lied to me!"
"I'm not deceiving the girl Qing Lian. It's just that the girl Qing Lian has been living in the world for a long time. A pair of jade arms that are used as pillows for thousands of people, and a bit of red lips that are tasted by thousands of people. How can a humble woman imitate a family that is as bright as the bright moon? My dear daughter, it is difficult to paint the skin of a tiger but its bones." Yan Zening replied calmly.
As expected, Yan Zening received another slap.
There was hatred in Qing Lian's eyes, and her tone was more sinister than ever before, "You look down on me, right? Sure enough, men think women are immodest in bed and immodest in bed."
Yan Zening said: "Why should I have trouble with you if you care about the girl? I'm really boring and boring, so let me go."
Qing Lian let out a "hum", calmed down her emotions, and resumed her lingering and charming tone.
"Why do I have to fight with you?" She suddenly covered Yan Zening's ear. She just wanted to make this man feel scared and said:
"Because you killed the third and fourth children, I want to avenge them."
