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Yan Zhaolie was transferred to a clean yard.

Out of cautious consideration, all the people Yan Guogong found were dumb. In addition, there were two royal doctors. They were involved in the disputes in the harem before. It was originally a mortal ending. The final moment was temporarily saved by Yan Guogong.

If Shizi survived this disaster, Yan Guogong promised them to return to the Tai Hospital for business, or to let their beautiful scenery return to their hometowns.

If Shizi was caught in this smallpox, although the father-in-law didn't say it, the medical doctor's toes thought about it and knew what it would end, so he didn't dare to neglect and do his job with trembling.

Lin Lang put an eyeliner in Shi Ziye's yard. A few days later, the eyeliner replied that the dumb team had a young newcomer, a woman.

She hooked her lips and let her eyeliner continue to monitor.

After another ten days, under the careful care of all teams, Yan Zhaolie's condition finally stabilized. In fact, this is the humorous word always used by the royal doctor. In fact, Yan Zhaolie has recovered, but he is seriously ill, his body is weaker, and needs to be nursed. After all, the royal doctor hopes that Yan Guogong will see a lively jump, a dragon Fierce world.

Lin Lang pinched the time and took the carriage to the secluded courtyard.

"Madam." An old man dressed in sackcloth and with white temples came from the dark and saluted her. He was the doctor who treated Lin Lang.

The old man whispered, "According to his wife's orders, the old man put a strip of cloth into Shizi's eyes, and he never saw what the girl looked like." He took out another set of clothes, "This is what she has been wearing these days. The skirt is full, and the girl is quite scheming. Although she can't speak, she tied a red string in her hand. "

"The hardworking Tang is old." Lin Lang took it.

"Mrs. You're welcome, there is no lady, how can there be an old man today." He made a joke, "The old man has already opened the stinky donkey, and he will be back within half an hour. Please take the time, Madam. When the lady leaves, The old man had his own idea and sent the girl away. "

Lin Lang nodded, quickly changed the clothes of ordinary people in the booth, and tied the red string to his wrist again. After preparing properly, she entered the room where Yan Zhaolie was located. The pattern was very wide, the windows were wide open, and a fresh spring breath poured into it.

She glanced around quietly, no abnormalities.

Shi Ziye is still asleep, the long ink splashing on the jade pillow, the luster is quiet. His eyes were blindfolded with black cloth, but his skin became more white, and his red lips were dimmed, like dry blood.

Lin Lang stood and looked at him for a while, carefully, groping for his bed. She touched a hard object with her fingers. She shook it out and saw it was a cloud-shaped little jade quilt with the word Zhaoyun engraved on the back.

It turned out to be a hand.

Lin Lang smiled softly.

But playing these tricks with her is useless.

"Who?"

Suddenly a cold questioning sounded in the room.

Lin Lang's actions followed.

Yan Zhaolie didn't sleep well, and often was half awake. Faintly, he inadvertently touched a soft piece of clothing, which was obviously not the doctor's. This unexpected discovery made him wake up suddenly. The dumb servant here obeyed the doctor's command and never entered his room alone, let alone so close to him!

He immediately squeezed Lin Lang's wrist, not as strong as before, but not to be underestimated.

Lin Lang glanced at the jade pendant in his hand and gave a sigh in his heart. He woke up too early, and her vicious female partner hadn't had time to destroy the stolen goods. Fortunately, his eyes were wrapped in black cloth, and he didn't see the jade in his palm.

"Who are you? Why did you break into this room?" Yan Zhaolie held her hand tightly and couldn't break free.

Lin Lang made a painful voice deliberately.

Shi Ziye's breath suffocated.

He had heard the man's sigh of panting, which was particularly like this, especially in his dreams. Excited, he ignored the instructions of the doctor and subconsciously wanted to remove the cloth from his eyes.

Lin Lang had a feeling of lifting a stone and hitting his foot.

She rolled her eyes and took the initiative to meet her.

"Ok……"

When the two petals were soft and wet like spring mud and printed on his lips, Yan Zhaolie's head buzzed as if it was severely smashed by a heavy hammer, making him unable to think, and his throat was unknown due to emotion A sweet moan / groan escaped.

Lin Lang's hand was pressed against her chest, and the young man's body, which was half-sitting, was slowly pushed back by her, and she unconsciously lay flat and was picked by her. The turbulent emotion swept through the limbs, making him soft and soft, so that he could not let the strength of the half, and the big palm holding Lin Lang's wrist was also loosened, and slowly moved to her waist, gently rubbing With.

Lin Lang took this opportunity to let Yu Ju slip into his tight sleeves.

"Snapped--"

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she only felt that the sky was spinning, and the whole person was turned over, making a rustling noise as her clothes rubbed.

The black cloth fell on the side of her neck, still with a little warmth.

The person on his body was staring at her, while Lin Lang's hands were still hanging on his neck. He saw the bright red knot at a glance.

Yan Zhaolie remembered in a trance, he once stumbled upon this red rope when the man helped him to walk outside.

"Are you ... always with me?"

Lin Lang wore unusual clothes and took the red rope again, so Yan Zhaolie naturally took the seat.

The other party looked away and couldn't seem to naturally face the affectionate sentiment in his eyes, stuttering, "No, I just occasionally come to see you."

I don't know why. She always handles bad things with special ease, and even without breath, she owes her credit to the heroine.

In order to avoid someone doing tricks, the old man consulted with the royal doctor. Every time he sprays, cleans clothes, and serves the life of the world, Li Zhaoyun can only change to Yan Zhaolie for a few days. Time to drill down.

Otherwise, how could she be a wife of the Kuomintang?

"Occasionally, no matter what."

Yan Zhaolie was so excited and incoherent that he rarely touched the red string on her wrist.

He thought that the other party had given up on him completely, but he did not expect the peak to turn around, Liu Anhuahuaming!

God really loves him.

"It's not too early, I should go, and I won't be able to come again later." Lin Lang said softly, "I heard from the doctor, your body is already in good health, and you only need to recuperate. Since you are well, I also There is nothing to worry about. "

"Aren't you coming?" Yan Zhaolie was hit hard.

The other party was a little cramped, trembling with butterfly-like eyelashes.

"If you come too much, you, your father will be suspicious."

She didn't seem to know how to organize the words, and eventually turned into a faint sigh, "I thought I could hold my heart, but that day I saw you lying in bed dying, only to find that some things can't be controlled artificially. Rao is so, I have broken a lot of examples. Now that you are safe, I can always feel at ease and never want to think of any twists and turns. "

This remark explains the reason for her attitude change. Otherwise, the male owner loves her again, leaving a pimple in her heart, resenting why she ignored him at first, and even understanding her approach as another intention.

Opening a blood hole into the man's heart, and then using her sweet lies to relieve their pain, this is Lin Lang's best method.

"So, you want to say, wait for me, then you want to treat me as an enemy?"

Yan Zhaolie listened to the first half of the sentence and was overwhelmed with joy. After she finished speaking, she immediately stared at a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes. She meant to kill her.

He believed in Lin Lang's lies, and was convinced.

"Zhaolie, can you understand this mood? I don't want you to be hurt. You are a prince, a beautiful future, and Kunpeng Wanli, I really can't waste my mind here as a woman--"

Lin Lang banned the sound before finishing.

The other party is mainly anti-guest, grabbing her head with one hand, and biting down.

The man always knew nothing about this, and soon he found the trick. The tip of his tongue slipped into the colorful slits, stirring her soft warmth. A faint, Zhou Zheng's herb taste instantly filled the whole body, not unpleasant, but very special, like refreshing mint, fresh and cold.

However, the master has long forgotten the effect of refreshing the mind to Jiuxiao, and fell into a sinking flame.

When her lips left, the bright silver wire was attached to the corner of her mouth. Yan Zhaolie saw it, and the dog licked it clean again, and the tip of the ear was hot.

Obviously this was not the first time I kissed her, but the taste of communicating was different. In the past, he only wanted to plunder and rag, and wanted to make her submit to begging for mercy. Wherever he is as cautious as he is now, he always fears that he will overwork when he keeps it.

After the kiss, Yan Zhaolie crossed her fingers, took her face, and said seriously, "As long as you are, I never feel wasted."

Lin Lang thought to himself that the male master did have the capital to dump all sentient beings. This beauty is too much. When you are loved by him in his heart, the stream of streamers overflowing in the eyes of the phoenix can drown people.

"But I, but I have married your father, we are impossible." She blushed slightly and dared not look directly at his Chicheng.

Yan Zhaolie thought about this terrible problem many times when he was recuperating. Yan Guogong is a strict father. He is really good for his son. He teaches carefully and cultivates hard. The blood of the Yan family is still flowing in Yan Zhaolie's bones, so the act of plundering his wife is terrible.

Yan Zhaolie felt guilty, but how could he be willing to let go of her hand?

He whispered, "This is my sorry father. After the dust settles, I will personally ask him to sin. But you need to give me a few more years to wait for my soldiers to be strong and strong, and then be qualified to talk to my father. . He would n’t think I ’m just a child, and I ’m with you just for the sake of nonsense. ”

Yan Zhaolie, who was recovering from a serious illness, looked weak and couldn't help but the light in his eyes was amazing.

One day, I will grow into a towering tree.

Waiting for your praise, good wood can live, good people can expect.

This is not a possible future, but a certain ending.