After dressing as an abusive female supporting character, I and the villain HE got together

The five-story building is decorated with carved beams and painted buildings, with red roofs, golden bricks, green tiles and vermilion eaves. The square vermilion fence is tied with gorgeous and precious glass crystal lamps, flowing out a brilliant Milky Way.

There is a hedonism of money corrupting sensuality everywhere.

Gu Yu and Li Xia followed closely, wanting to go forward but not daring to do so, both of them held their faces and were about to cry.

Only Ying Han took the time to rest, standing under the faint tree with folded arms like a green pine, his eyes were cold and squinting at the Princess Chaoyang who was observing in the dark.

Princess Chaoyang squatted next to a painted pillar, stretched her neck probing her brain, and stared at her coldly. She was so frightened that she backed away and bumped into Qi Hua forehead to forehead.

She covered her brow that was scarred, and took a deep breath: "Scared me to death, scared me to death, scared me to death, that person is so fierce!"

Qihua Chick nodded as if pecking rice, and quietly pressed the corner of the little princess' ostentatious embroidered dress, and said in a low voice, "It's the person next to the second young lady."

"But..." Chaoyang hesitated for a while, thinking of the boy in black, his face was unconsciously stained with a blush like a sunray, and she carefully stretched out her head again, but it was a pity that the slender and straight boy under the shadow of the tree The figure has long since disappeared.

"He's so good-looking." Chaoyang muttered, she straightened up, patted the hem of her clothes smartly, and just turned lightly with her steps, she bumped into the simple and elegant ink-colored back pattern embroidered on the black coat head-on. .

"Your Highness." Ying Hanju looked at her condescendingly, the pronunciation of the words was as cold as his expression: "Regarding the order of the young general, this subordinate will send Your Highness back to the palace."

Chaoyang's face was blank, and his mind was spinning, and his shadow on the major general was even deeper.After a long while, she boarded the carriage back to the palace like a wandering soul under the indifferent threat of the young man, but just as the curtain was being drawn down, Ling Kong stretched out a hand with a sharp wrist bone in front of her. Breathing lightly into the palm of his hand, Chaoyang stared at the palm-sized lotus leaf chicken leg wrapped in a clean square.

"Miss Er entrusted me." The boy's voice was clean and clear, and the two of them couldn't see each other through the half-closed bead curtain. Because of this, it was as if the voice was covered in wind and snow and was blown by the scorching heat, which was strange. The ground does not appear to be half cold.

"Second Miss was worried that Her Royal Highness didn't have stewed beef bones today, and felt very sorry, so her special subordinate bought this lotus leaf chicken."

"...!!!"

Chaoyang was so moved that she almost burst into tears!

Second Miss is really a Jade Rabbit Fairy, she is not only beautiful and kind, but also meticulous and considerate!

Chaoyang didn't care about the heat, she was already so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, and after removing the square scarf and lotus leaves, she took a big bite of the shiny chicken thigh, the soft and rotten chicken melted in her mouth, she sighed contentedly : "You, you tell your young lady to reassure her that I will vent my anger on her and won't let the major general bully her."

Ying Han didn't listen to Princess Chaoyang's sworn promise, he wiped his fingertips vigorously on the beam of the carriage, to wipe away the heat from accidentally rubbing her fingers when he handed her food just now.

"Remember to tell the second lady!" Chaoyang leaned on the car window, stretched out a hand that was stained with oil, and beckoned at him cheerfully.

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The two stood in front of the welcome door of the restaurant engraved with gold ingots and fiery pillars. For the first time, Song Tangtang had deep doubts about the development of the plot.She looked up to look at the plaque inlaid with one hundred and eighty golden South Sea pearls, on which there were three big characters glittering in gold, Zuiyan Pavilion.

The largest wind and moon field and fireworks field in Yaojing City.

Song Tangtang never thought that life would have such a wonderful situation. One second she was still lamenting that she had never been to a brothel in perfunctory books, and the next second she was taken to the brothel by the target of the capture.

Second Miss Song gritted her teeth, feeling her face hurt from the wind.

Song Tangtang was stunned by the sour smell of decadent capitalism, and it was the first time she saw this kind of nouveau riche aesthetic in Yaojing.Jiang Zhan looked sideways, and saw the little girl beside him slightly closed her eyes, but her small shoulders trembled, and the beaded flowers on her temples also trembled.

Jiang Zhan didn't know why, so he thought she was in pain, so he wanted to ask. When he lowered his eyes, he saw Song Tangtang rubbing his eye sockets with one hand, and his voice was soft like an uncatchable cloud, falling lightly into his heart all the way.

"Major General." She rubbed for a while, bringing out a bright red around the eye sockets. Jiang Zhan bent down and clamped her hand rubbing her eyes with two fingers, and heard her speak in a soft tone: "My eyes hurt. .”

"..." She raised her finger and added: "Those three words are so bright that my eyes hurt."

Jiang Zhan: "..."

He stood up straight with no expression on his face, pinched the bridge of his nose and gave an optional "hmm".

Song Tangtang's eyes widened in surprise, she was like a primary school student who said something nonsense and was praised and praised, her tone was raised with interest: "You think so too?"

Jiang Zhan hung the butterfly tie on her cuff with her index finger, and the street was full of people. Even if these ordinary people couldn't recognize him as the "Jade-faced Shura Jiang Gongzi" praised in Beijing, it was difficult to see him from his simple and cold appearance. look away.

Jiang Zhan moved his hand and led her half a step in his direction.Like coaxing a child: "Well. I think so too."

It's a pity that she hasn't tasted this hard-won precious approval. Miss Song suddenly narrowed her round deer eyes. Behind them, a few girls with pink cheeks were blushing and whispering, looking nervously and expectantly at Jiang. With Zhan's back, several people were pushing each other with an exquisitely shaped sachet, as if they were deciding who would come forward to give it to him.

She looked up at Jiang Zhan again.

He is not very old and has not yet reached the crown. When he looks down at people, he will always have a feeling of indifference and indifference, but this person's face is too good, coupled with the hostility and bloodiness from the fight between life and death, he is actually very good. It's hard to make people feel close.

Although the noble ladies in Beijing admire him, they are also afraid of him.

Only Song Tangtang is not afraid. Not only is she not afraid, but she also wants to ride on the tiger's head and pluck the tiger's beard anytime and anywhere until she domesticates him into a well-behaved big cat.

Jiang Zhan still maintained that somewhat helpless movement. Seeing her motionless again, as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points, he lowered his body slightly and whispered in her ear, "What's wrong with you? Are you hungry?"

Second Miss Song came back to her senses and saw that the girls had finally made up their minds and were walking this way, she gave him a very disgusted look, let out a "hum" from her nose, and turned her head angrily.

Then she took a big stride in with the hem of her skirt in her hand, stumbled over the threshold firmly, and when she was about to face the ground, she put her hands firmly on her waist, which didn't let this person know that she was stumped The second young lady, who was so old and sour, had a big somersault under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The shy girl stopped abruptly.

Due to the standing posture of the two of them earlier, Song Tangtang was surrounded by him under his shadow, so they couldn't see the girl from behind.

After seeing...

A profile silhouette with a glimpse, beautiful appearance, bright atmosphere, not comparable to ordinary daughters like them who grew up in the market.She didn't know why she was annoyed, her eyelashes as long as crow feathers fluttered together, she stepped on her gauze skirt, and her slender and fragile body like porcelain fell straight to the ground, and that moment never came. Luci's indifferent and indifferent young man's complexion suddenly changed, and Lightning took her into his arms.

"Clumsy." The major general's ears were slightly red, he turned his face unnaturally, Song Tangtang was silent for a moment, stepped on his toes, and hopped away like a rabbit.

The melodious voices in the Drunken Smoke Pavilion could be heard, she only took a few steps, and there were steady steps behind her.

She lowered her head and glanced at the cuff of her right hand, with a slender index finger hanging from it. She pursed her lips and shook her forearm unwillingly, but her eyes couldn't be separated from the beauty in the frivolous blouse and ring. The anger came and went quickly, before the two of them stepped up the stairs on the left, Song Tangtang was already fascinated by the soft beauties passing by, and she blew rainbow farts sincerely: "This beautiful sister is so beautiful! That one The beauties are also good-looking! Wow, there are so many beauties—"

"Where is the little girl from?"

An ending sounded with soft thorns. The woman half exposed her fragrant shoulders, covered her face with a round fan in her hand, and her eyes with crystal powder were charming and affectionate. She leaned on the handrail on the second floor, smiling in a half-smile.

"This Drunken Smoke Pavilion is where you came from?"

"Beautiful sister!" Song Tangtang was half lost by her laughter. She looked at him unblinkingly, as if she was afraid of disturbing a sweet dream, "Among so many beautiful sisters, this one is the only one." The most beautiful!"

Hongqiong smiled, and walked down with her waist twisted, "Oh, the little mouth is so sweet." She slapped her round fan, and the aroma of rouge and gouache was refreshing. It's either rich or expensive, but there is a sincere and innocent look in her eyes, the look of envy does not seem to be fake, it is different from those aristocratic ladies in Beijing who express flattery and sneer behind their backs, there is nothing in her that a noble lady treats them like a prostitute. contempt and arrogance.

"Did my sister go to the wrong place? This is not a place where a little girl like you can hang out." Her eyes fell, and she raised her eyebrows unexpectedly.

One cuff was rolled up to the elbow, and her creamy forearm was white and slender, but the palm of her hand hanging on the side of her leg was torn, with an index finger hanging loosely on it. , "Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Zhan raised his jaw as a response.

"Little girl, this injury looks scary." Hong Qiong tapped the back of her hand lightly with the handle of her fan, and said to the maid behind her: "Go, take the best wound medicine in my room to Fengxuejian , bring another pot of hot water up.”

"Thank you, Miss Hong." Jiang Zhan said lightly: "Put all your signboards together." He paused, and grabbed her small hand that was trying to touch Hongqiong's exquisite Kodan, "Don't do it if it is not conducive to the recovery of the wound, yes By the way, do you have stewed beef bones?"

The young man was a fine person, and he assured him in a loud voice: "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang! If you don't have one, I have to conjure it up for you! Miss, go inside!"

The private room on the third floor is exclusively for princes and nobles. Fengxuejian is a top-notch first-class house. Not only is the layout well repaired, but it can also accommodate the entire Yaojing city from the height down. The scenery is really unique.

Song Tangtang was sitting on the rose chair, and Hong Qiong was standing opposite her, asking the maid to put away the wound medicine, fine cloth and scissors one by one. She tied up her half-curled long hair with a simple and simple wooden hairpin, and pinched Song Tangtang. The injured hand rested on the soft pillow and clicked gently: "This is deep enough, it may hurt a little later."

She squeezed out a pair of pear dimples, only to think that the beauty is really a beauty, even if she is wearing a sack and a wooden hairpin, she is astonishingly beautiful.

"I'm not afraid."

As soon as the words fell, another cold voice came in: "Take it easy, she is delicate, afraid of pain, and loves to cry."

Song Tangtang: "..." The little girl blinked helplessly, these were just used as a joke to tease him, why did he feel... The face is dry.

Hong Qiong glanced meaningfully at the little girl's flushed face, cleaned her hands carefully in hot water, took the red scissors and was about to pick out the gravel in her flesh, "If it hurts, just say, Don't hold back, huh?"

Just as she was about to reassure, a pair of hands with a clear cedar breath covered her eyes.

Jiang Zhan's voice was very low, and he brushed his fan-like eyelashes several times in the palm of his hand. He watched Hongqiong pick out the gravel very quickly, apply the medicine, and bandage it all in one go.

But she didn't make any money, she sat quietly, but her back was trembling undetectably.

"Don't look." His voice fell, and the covered eyes couldn't see the light. In the absolute darkness, she felt more at a loss than ever before.

...It's as if, long, long ago, there was such a person who covered her eyes, gathering all the red eyes and the bright flames into darkness.

That person should have said the same thing, "Don't look."

Consciousness came to her heart with the strong pain that she realized later, she sobbed, Jiang Zhan's fingers tensed instantly, and a few seconds later, the top of her hair was suddenly patted gently.

Jiang Zhan separated her tightly kneaded fingers. The crescent-shaped finger marks were deeply imprinted on the soft palm, and he pressed the back of his hand against it.

"Don't pinch yourself."

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Our major general, one tease one.