The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

"Qingqing, I saw my old friend today, what do you think?"

Wang Yanqing took out a rhinoceros horn comb from her dressing gown, brushed it through her hair, and said casually, "What can I think. Didn't you arrange it on purpose?"

When Lu Heng heard this, he shouted that he was wronged. He took the comb from Wang Yanqing's hand and slid it from the root to the end of her hair like holding a bucket of water: "I will take you to see him on purpose because of the amount of water in my head. It was really unexpected for me to meet him. outside."

Lu Heng wanted to take Wang Yanqing to announce to the whole city, but Fu Tingzhou was not among these people. When Lu Heng first saw Fu Tingzhou, he especially wanted to turn his head and leave, but because there were so many people, he reluctantly endured it.

God knows how many times Lu Heng despised bad luck in his heart.

Lu Heng could only believe half of what he said. Wang Yanqing looked at the figure behind him from the mirror and mercilessly pierced his mind: "But in my opinion, you are clearly proud of yourself."

After they left, they didn't know what Lu Heng said to Fu Tingzhou alone, but he was in high spirits all the way, and the corners of his eyes and brows were all complacent. It's too shameless to come to her and sell miserably.

Lu Heng smiled and put the comb on the dressing table, swiped his fingers through Wang Yanqing's long hair, and said with a smile that was not a smile, "Qingqing, I met your real second brother, you didn't ask us what we talked about, Just accuse me?"

"How dare I accuse you?" Wang Yanqing was too lazy to pay attention to him. She got up from the mirror and walked around Lu Heng to the clean room, "I can't tell you, I admit defeat. Can you let me take a shower?"

The flowing strands of hair were pulled from Lu Heng's palm. Lu Heng stood in front of the dressing table, watching Wang Yanqing bypass him, and walked towards the bathroom without turning his head. He didn't change his face and walked back to his original position, drank the remaining half of the tea, and then got up unhurriedly.

Wang Yanqing took off his clothes and just dipped into the water when he heard footsteps behind him. She secretly scolded a shameless person, but she was short-lived without clothes, so she didn't have time to put on her clothes, so she could only grab some petals from the side and randomly sprinkle them on the water, so that it could cover a little.

Then, Wang Yanqing straightened her neck and said unyieldingly: "You took me to the Shangsi Festival, and you took the road to encounter Zhenyuan Hou's mansion. I didn't do anything wrong, why did you have it?"

Lu Heng had already gone around the screen and walked to the tub. Wang Yanqing felt his gaze and sank silently into the water. Lu Heng propped himself up by the tub, his fingers gently lifted a handful of water, and washed down the red petals stuck to Wang Yanqing's collarbone.

Lu Heng said, "Who do you take me for? You are not at fault, and I didn't come here to ask for guilt. But Qingqing, did you forget that today is the Shang Si Festival?"

Wang Yanqing was inexplicable, but with what she knew about Lu Heng, no matter what Lu Heng mentioned, there was only one purpose. Wang Yanqing covered her chest with her hands, and leaned to the other side alertly: "You...don't mess around."

Lu Heng smiled leisurely, looking calmly at Wang Yanqing without an inch, his eyes panicked, and he even threatened him with a posture, like a rabbit baring its teeth, running from the tiger's left paw to the right paw. Lu Heng was in a happy mood, and he also wanted to pay attention to some fun: "Qingqing, do you know why women go to the water to bathe on the Shangsi Festival?"

Wang Yanqing thought for a while and said, "Lan Tang wards off evil spirits and blesses disasters."

Lu Heng let out a chuckle, and he tried his best to endure it, but he still found it very funny: "You still answer me. All right, let's finish this question. Although the Shangsi Festival is for the sake of eliminating sickness, but at the beginning, But it is to worship Gao Yu. Do you know what kind of god Gao Yu is?"

Wang Yanqing shook her head, she didn't know why Lu Heng had such an academic question with her in the bathroom. Lu Heng read so many books with the emperor, but he never thought that it would be used in such a place one day.

Lu Heng took off his clothes calmly, while slowly explaining Wang Yanqing's doubts: "Gao Qi is the god of marriage and fertility. But I think it's better to ask God than to ask yourself. It's more convenient for me to do this kind of thing."

Wang Yanqing was speechless, and after a long circle, he returned to the starting point. She said angrily, "What does this have to do with the Shangsi Festival?"

"It doesn't matter, I just want to do it, and I will create a reason if there is no reason. Qingqing, now I'll give you two choices. Do you like to be in the front or the back?"

The author says:

Lu Heng: Today I am an academic dog.

(literally, not meant to be disrespectful to academic researchers)

Chapter 122 Sleeping Together

Wang Yanqing couldn't be fooled by him, and said angrily, "I won't choose!"

"Then do it all over again." Lu Heng picked up a handful of water from the bathtub, and the mist of water wrapped in red petals flowed from his fingers. His fingers were slender and the joints were distinct. He looked clean and strong, and he always held a knife on weekdays. The hands do this movement, there is a forbidden wind flu.

Following Lu Heng's movements, the water swayed gently, and the petals touched her looming ups and downs. Snow skin and bright red jiāo complement each other, and the beauty is amazing. Lu Heng kept staring at that place, and suddenly, regardless of the clothes on her body, leaned over, trying to grab her slender waist from the water and tighten it hard.

Wang Yanqing exclaimed, the sound of breaking water came from behind the screen, and the crimson petals splashed. The screen shows a silhouette of a woman, with a slender waist and a slender neck, plump and slender, her waist is imprisoned by a pair of arms, and it bends down in a flexible arc, like a flower falling from the moon.

Water drops fell from Bingying's skin, and before Wang Yanqing could feel the cold, Lu Heng leaned over and kissed the petal. Lu Heng had broad shoulders and strong arms, which almost completely wrapped Wang Yanqing when he circled his arms. She felt the coolness of rolling water droplets and the warmth of tearing and grinding, and her body trembled, not knowing if it was cold or something else.