Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 665 Dancing Princess vs Admiral Dongchang 30

If Shen Lang tolerated the teasing again and again as if no one was around, he would not be a man.

After drinking, Quan pressed his head against the wall, his chin was pinched, and he was forced to look up at him.

It was clear that she was absolutely controlled by someone, but her eyes always held a slight smile, and she was arrogant without any fear, which made people even more tempted to destroy her and make her cry.

Quan Jiu is indeed not afraid of Shen Lang's harsh words.

A eunuch.

I can only say harsh words and pretend to be cool.

There was regret in her eyes, and she didn't dare let Shen Lang see it. After all, men have self-esteem in that regard.

She tapped her fingertips on his chest: "Sir, you have such a loud tone..."

Shen Lang grabbed her restless hand, loosened the shackles on her, pulled her to the stool, put his hands on her shoulders, and pressed her down forcefully.

"Be honest."

The corners of Quan Jiu's mouth curled up slightly, and Naituanzi was still lying on the bed. No matter how big-hearted she was, she wouldn't do anything outrageous in front of the children. Saying a few words of joy was the limit.

Shen Lang naturally understood this truth and knew early on that she was getting high orally.

He spread out the rice paper and picked up his pen: "If you want to deal with Chu Tuo, you must know the current situation and sides of the DPRK..."

By the candlelight, Quan Jiu held his face with one hand and lazily watched him write down his official positions and names one by one.

Under the warm yellow light, the man's indifferent eyebrows gain a touch of warmth. It is said that a woman is most beautiful when she is focused, and this sentence is no exception for men.

Shen Lang wrote down a complicated relationship diagram, and even listed the forces behind each person. Quan Jiu looked at this dense network of relationships and once again lamented that Chu Tuo was not unjustly defeated. Shen Lang had already made a move in the capital. Every movement was caught in his eyes.

"It's so miserable to be your enemy, Mr. Shen." Quan Jiu tsked.

Shen Lang looked at the woman who was making trouble with her brush, picked up the end of another brush and gave her a light blow on the back of her hand. It didn't hurt or itch.

"Don't cause trouble."

Wandering around, he almost made a typo, but luckily he corrected his strokes in time so that she wouldn't find out and laugh at him.

After being beaten, Quan Jiu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stopped turning the pen, and picked up this picture:

"Master Shen, you have understood the situation in the capital so clearly, are you really just doing it for a mere admiral of the East Factory?"

Shen Lang's eyes fell on her face: "Has anyone ever said that you are really good at causing trouble for yourself?"

Conspiracy is a crime that implicates the nine clans, and no news should be leaked. If other people had mentioned the matter of usurping the throne again and again, they would have been shattered to pieces tens of thousands of times.

Quan Jiu tapped his fingertips on the table. Instead of restraining himself, he became bolder:

"Do you really want to be emperor?"

She originally wanted to take over Chu Tuo's throne for fun, but if Shen Lang really wanted to be the emperor, she wouldn't be able to help him.

Shen Lang lowered his eyes and stared at the table without answering directly: "Come here, let me tell you about this picture."

Just a network of relationships is not enough to summarize the undercurrents in the capital.

…

The two of them sat at the table, studying a picture for most of the night. The candles burned out unconsciously, the morning light outside the window dimmed, and the roosters in the temple crowed.

When Quan Jiu woke up lying on the table, he opened his eyes and saw Shen Lang's sleeping face.

Viewed from this angle of death, he still looks as good-looking as a character walking out of a painting.

She looked at the morning light outside the window and estimated the time. She didn't fall asleep until five or six o'clock last night, and she probably only slept for half an hour.

Seeing the tired look on Shen Lang's eyebrows, Quan Jiu didn't bother him, stood up and covered him with the black cloak from last night, and then reviewed last night's relationship diagram.

After carefully digesting what Shen Lang explained last night, Quan Jiu raised his hand to pour himself tea. When he raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Shen Lang's frown.

She murmured to herself: "Could it be a nightmare..."

………

Shen Lang returned to that narrow room again.

He was precocious and intelligent since childhood, so when he was sold to his father-in-law in the palace by his gambling father for two hundred cents, he knew that his future destiny would be entangled with this deep palace.

The child who was bought was crying, and he was the only one sitting in the corner, quietly eating meat buns.

He couldn't remember the last time he ate meat.

There is no drunken father who beats people with a stick, and there is no disgusting vomit on the ground. He does not have to pretend to be a beggar and beg on the street every day. The small dark room that is too dilapidated to protect him from wind and rain has finally become a part of his memory. Skip.

In the room, other children were crying and fussing endlessly, as if they were in hell, but for little Shen Lang, this place was no different from heaven.

As long as he can survive, he is willing to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire.

Ambition began to grow crazily in the darkness.

Thanks to the experience of begging on the street, he has been able to observe people's emotions since he was a child. After the housekeepers discovered that he was interested, they were naturally more willing to entrust him with errands than others.

Shen Lang entered the palace at the age of five. After spending five long years in the palace, Shen Lang finally waited for the day of purification.

The clean room in my memory had a fishy smell.

Shen Lang accepted his fate and was tied up on the stage. He originally thought that someone would come to the cleansing room, but he didn't expect that the master he had been following would be waiting for him. At that time, he was only a young eunuch, Yan Sui.

The master was over forty years old and always looked at him with a "kind and loving" look.

"Xiao Lang, you are different from other children. It is you who will inherit the master's future mantle."

Little Shen Lang was confused and did not understand the deeper meaning of his words.

Yan Sui transferred Shen Lang to his side and asked him to follow him "all the time, every second".

All the companions who entered the palace together became real eunuchs, and only Shen Lang escaped.

But it turns out that the disaster you have avoided will only be returned in another way when you are unprepared.

The loving face in my memory gradually turned hideous and ugly.

"Xiao Lang..."

"Xiao Lang..."

There was always a sickening and loving voice calling his name in his ears.

Cold sweat broke out on Shen Lang's forehead and palms, and he instinctively felt nauseated in his stomach.

Yan Sui's face was constantly torn, reorganized, and enlarged, but no matter how it changed, the only thing that remained unchanged was the hypocritical smile at the corner of his mouth.

When the face gradually enlarged, Shen Lang finally couldn't help but cover his chest and suddenly woke up from his dream!!

Fresh air is poured into the lungs, the sky is bright outside the window, and the sound of wooden fish can be heard regularly.

"Are you okay?"

Quan Jiu stretched out his hand, wanting to hand him a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, but before his fingertips touched his forehead, the other person jumped away like a frightened bird.

Her movements suddenly stopped.

Shen Lang also realized that his reaction was too intense. He lowered his eyes and calmed his breathing. He closed his big hands hidden under his sleeves and his face returned to calm.

"Thanks."

He took the handkerchief calmly.

(End of chapter)