The princess is soft! The sick villain is crazy

Chapter 12 Scars

Author: Raising cats every year

Chapter 12 Scars

The pine needle coughed lightly and took two steps back at the same time as Chunrui.

I thought it was the princess who was not reserved, but I didn't expect that Li Langjun... was also quite proactive.

"Li Mingji!"

Thinking of the recklessness of last time, Shu Yao's cheeks were hot, and she widened her deer-like pupils, "Don't mention this matter again!"

Her voice was sweet, which was more like coquettish than being angry. Li Mingji smiled with a black eyes and was like a stream of kindness: "It's Mingji's abruptness, please forgive me for your sins."

The last person who offended the princess had already been locked up and beaten the board. Shu Yao snorted lightly, but she didn't care about him.

"Why are you here?"

Li Mingji said: "I am an old acquaintance with the monks in the temple, so I came to be invited."

His elegant temperament as bright as a jade mountain, like an orchid in an empty valley, was integrated with this pure Buddhist land. No wonder Li Mingxuan bullied him for so long, and he looked neither humble nor arrogant, nor surprised by favors and disgraces.

Thinking of the information that was retrieved from Shutong that day, Shu Yao couldn't help but frown, beat the person to the horse farm with only one breath, and threw it to the horse farm. The methods were so despicable and vicious that he only hit him ten boards, which was really cheap.

Fortunately, Li Mingji's beautiful face was not ruined. However, the Imperial Hospital has the best muscle-growing medicine, and some can be saved even if the injury is left.

"Does the princess know Qingyan too?"

Suddenly, when he heard Li Mingji ask, Shu Yao denied: "How could this princess hear that this is an unknown person?"

Shu Yao refused to admit that she had been hit before. Even if Qingyan herself was here, she would not dare to care about these things with her.

It is not a good thing to say bad things behind the scenes. Shu Yao reluctantly adds: "The painter is good."

"The princess has a wise eye to recognize the beads."

Looking at the girl's slender spine, Li Mingji's Adam's apple rolled slightly, but what he thought of was that he locked the girl in his arms and used a paintbrush to draw a butterfly on his spine.

When he came out to sell paintings in his early years, he was forced to make a living. Later, he found that the depiction of the beautiful man's jade bones made people feel even more turbulent. Later, these hands never picked up the pen, but used human skin as paper and blood as ink.

The young man's voice was hoarse, and just listening to the sound, Shu Yao's earlobes began to get hot again. But he was obviously so gentlemanly, completely different from those unrestrained people. Could it be that she felt guilty because she saw the lust?

The little princess who couldn't figure it out decided to leave, and yawned lazily, and said in a sweet voice: "I am sleepy. Pine Needle, Chunrui, go back to the wing room."

Li Mingji said: "I'll send the princess."

He was humble and respectful, and kept a few steps away from Shu Yao, and his behavior was unparalleled, like a loyal and docile guard. No one knew what kind of jackal heart he had under the appearance of the breeze and bright moon.

There were too many people who covet Jiaojiao. In his previous life, he took a different approach and forced her to live in the golden house prepared for her. He never saw her until his death. He would not make the same mistake a second time.

However, some troubles still need to be solved.

Li Mingji's long fingers bent and heard the movement behind him, his eyes darkened.

...

This time he went to Ning'an Temple, Li Mingxuan made complete preparations. The gate of Tenhei Temple was closed, and he deliberately changed into a gray monk's robe, disguised as a temple servant, and hid in the dark with a broom in his arms.

Li Mingxuan lingers in the land of love and mist, and he can also make some punches and feet. He comes with a certain success mentality and prepares the commonly used stockings of brothels. Soul fragrance makes people drowsy and relax their vigilance.

Not only that, Li Mingxuan asked his book Tong Tianzhu to keep an eye on him. Whenever there was any movement, he immediately released a smoke bomb to attract the attention of other monks and pilgrims. At that time, everyone knew that the princess had a secret meeting with him, and he insisted that he and the princess were in love, and the princess would definitely marry him.

Your Majesty is not in the imperial city, who can control such a little princess? Qin Yanghou has the best face. If you ask Pan to plead with him, the marriage will definitely be completed. When His Majesty returns, the rice will be cooked and cooked, and there is no way to do so.

It’s not a fault for being vicious. The little princess is provoking him first. Since he took the initiative to invite him, he naturally has to do the matter to the end.

The more Li Mingxuan thought about it, he became bolder and his steps were floating. The second lady of Qin Yanghou was also good, and his appearance was a little different. However, the little princess was hot and occasionally needed a gentle homeland like Shu Ningyou. When he gave up the princess, he asked Shu Ningyou to be his concubine. Anyway, Shu Ningyou was born as a concubine and could not be a wife for a wealthy family. It would be better to learn from Ehuang Nuying and achieve a good story.

Even the heavens were doing good. It was windy and rainy. The two maids were busy closing the window. The little princess entered the house alone. Li Mingxuan licked his lips, held the hat on his head, and followed in a small step.

Speaking of which, when the princess came over, there was a man next to him, wearing a simple robe, like a monk carrying hair in a temple to practice. He was not seen at this moment.

I touched the pin from the sleeve. The soul fragrance was tense, Li Mingxuan stretched his body, pressed against the window, and quietly stretched out his hand.

In the darkness, the cold white fingers were bowed like eagle claws, pinching Li Mingxuan's neck.

"Who...ah...ah!"

Li Mingxuan's eyes were raised, and his struggle was swallowed up in the darkness.

With a "slam", the heavy rain poured down, and the fragrance fell to the ground, rushing into the mountain with the rain.

The waterfall is as fast as a rope.

Shu Yao hugged the quilt tightly, turned over uneasily, and wrapped herself in the warmth.

That embrace is not warm, even as cold as hell Shura.

"Let go of this princess! Bastard!"

In the dream, she cursed and clenched her fist to hit his chest, and kicked him on the thigh. The man easily held her delicate jade feet, and the hot fingers with thick cocoons, slashed across her skin, adding a cool tremor.

"The princess should keep some strength," the man smiled silly, "or is it that the princess thinks, who else can save you in the current situation?"

His voice was hoarse, but he was familiar with it.

Before Shu Yao could speak, he had already answered on his own: "Is Xie Yanzhou?"

Shu Yao glared at her.

"He fled to the northwest and couldn't take care of himself," the man laughed softly, mocking in his hoarse voice, "If I hadn't arrived in time, the princess would have fallen to the city tower, and thousands of arrows pierced the heart. Don't the princess remember?"

Perhaps because of the sarcasm in this smile, Shu Yao didn't know where he got the courage. He pulled open the man's clothes and looked at the man in a trembling voice: "What's the difference between you and them? Shameless!"

"What the princess said is very true."

The man leaned down, pressing his cold thin lips against hers, "Falling into the hands of our shameless villains, the princess should know her situation more clearly."

The cold blood breath came strongly.

With a thud, the wooden window was blown open, and the wind that poured into the room blew out the candlelight in front of the window. Shu Yao breathed heavily in the dark, pressing down on her chest and chest, and the scene in the dream lingered for a long time before her eyes.

She saw it.

A scar about three inches long, like a centipede, clinging tightly to the man's narrow and thin waist and abdomen.

This is the first time she has received real information about men from her dream.

(End of this chapter)