The stinging pain in his neck was nothing to Lu Congzhi, who was often injured.
He raised his eyebrows and used a little force on his hand to stop Wen Ying from biting any more.
The condensed anger in his brows diminished slightly and was replaced by amusement.
His fingertips were slender, and his fingertips lightly scraped her cheek: "Don't accept it?"
Wen Ying's tears fell on the back of his hands, but there was a rare sense of boldness and stubbornness in her eyes.
She felt aggrieved, but she couldn't tell the real reason. She could only say: "It's not you who pays this slave's monthly payment."
Lu Cong didn't expect her to answer like this, and seemed to laugh.
There was some noise coming from Lu Congjing's courtyard. The door opened and closed, and it seemed like someone was walking over.
But Wen Yingzheng and Lu Cong were just standing at the entrance of the yard, and everyone could see that they were confused.
Wen Ying panicked for a moment, and the hand that was originally used to hold his big palm when resisting him changed its strength, holding him as if asking for help.
She didn't dare to resist or anger him anymore. Now she only had one thought in her mind - she didn't want the second young master to see her entangled with the eldest young master again.
Lu Cong only saw what she was thinking. He first blew out the lantern, and then pulled her behind the rockery.
He locked her, and Wen Ying could feel that she seemed to be in his arms, with her back pressed against his chest.
His voice seemed to come from hell, ringing low in her ears: "He talks about courtesy, justice and shame, but he doesn't refuse all the maids in his mother's courtyard. Guess, he is I like you more, or your good sister."
But in the next moment, Wen Lian's slightly pleading voice reached her ears: "Master, the way I have treated you over the years has been evident for so many years. Why do you treat me so cruelly? Is it... Is it Wen Ying?" What did she tell you about slaves? Don’t believe her instigation——"
"shut up!"
Lu Congjing rarely scolded you in a harsh tone: "I don't think I have crossed the line with you. During the day, I just thought you had some poetry that I didn't understand. I was afraid of delaying your work during the day, so I asked you to come here tonight. I never thought about you. I have a dirty mind and actually——"
He took a deep breath: "Just go back. I'll pretend I haven't seen you tonight. If you bother me again, don't blame me for leaving this matter to my mother."
When it came to his wife, Wen Lian didn't dare to say anything more, and stumbled back a few steps in humiliation and unwillingness.
"etc."
Lu Congjing suddenly stopped her and Wen Lian looked back in surprise, thinking that he had changed his mind.
Unexpectedly, he sighed softly: "If you want anything in the future, just come to me. It's just an osmanthus cake. Don't take Wen Ying's."
This sentence was like a sharp knife that pierced Wen Lian, and then drove her away. She was shocked and stunned, her hatred and jealousy were covered by the tears in her eyes, she bit her lip, and felt that her face had been severely beaten. She cried and ran away after being slapped, but Lu Congjing did not stay in the courtyard any longer.
When the courtyard calmed down, Lu Cong's expression turned gloomy and dark, but Wen Ying's words from the second young master brought comfort to his heart that had been hanging high for the past few days.
The second young master's words just now gave her courage. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, breaking away from his arms. The first young master's mocking words just now were still in her ears.
How can the Second Young Master be someone who doesn't refuse anyone who comes?
She felt a rebellious spirit and said, "Second Young Master has always behaved himself well. It is wrong for me as a slave to have such thoughts about such a good life as Second Young Master."
After saying that, Wen Ying spoke again very solemnly: "It is right for a servant to be a shameless person. The second young master is as bright as the white moon at night. The slave longs for a new life. Having a physical relationship with the second young master is also what the slave expects. I will be the second master in this life." The prince’s people.”
Lu Cong was only angered by her words that slandered him, and his brows furrowed in anger, his face darkened, and his whole aura became cold.
He suppressed his anger: "If you feel that Lu Congjing has taken over your body, that's why you are happy with him, but if I tell you -"
"No." Wen Ying interrupted what he was saying. She knelt down and knelt her head on the ground, refusing to get up. The muffled voice reached Lu Congzhi's ears, "My heart as a servant is only for the second young master, and for the others." It has nothing to do with it.”
She raised her head, and the stubbornness in her eyes pierced Lu Congzhi: "Eldest Master, please let me go. If you continue to push me hard, you can just take my life."
