MTL - There’s A Beauty-Chapter 52 Painted skin

The ninth prince changed his clean clothes and asked someone to find a small copper basin with water and pebbles. The group hurried to the outer courtyard, and saw the boy sitting on the steps with his knees bent and holding his legs. He folded a dog's tail and poked at the little turtle that was retracted into the shell.

The 9th Prince's anxious mood calmed down instantly, and Shi Shiran, holding a copper basin, walked over and said, "Put it in, or you will die of thirst."

One may die when he hears it, and quickly throws the turtle into it. Although he is stiff, he can see the worry in his blinking eyes.

It's really a red heart. The ninth prince was feeling deep in his heart, his love was stronger. Before that, he had countless fantasies about what would make Zong Shengdi, who was once himself, obsessed with life. From the age of three, he was repeatedly tortured by those desperate and painful dreams, and gradually developed a rebellious mentality.

He refused everyone's approach and was unwilling to devote himself to anything. Everything around him is dispensable, or a pastime when bored. In the deep, he knew what he was waiting for, but resisted it. He thought, was he born to fulfill a regret? Why do people who have died for more than 600 years leave these feelings of pain to themselves, but take away the best memories.

His dreams, and even his entire life, are always struggling with the lost despair and the trance he is looking for, but he does not know why he is desperate and why. Seventeen years, he has had enough, he wants to live himself.

But all of a sudden, a magpie appeared, like shining stars in the dark night sky, and flowers blooming in the deserted wilderness. The endless tortures of the past have become the clouds that hold the stars and water the flowers. Everything has the value of existence and the meaning of rebirth.

With just one glance, he fell in love with Youyu, a fate that cannot be escaped. It turned out that the people loved by Zong Shengdi looked like this, pure and simple, but also eager but restrained. When he looks at himself, his eyes will glow, and when he holds himself, his skin will become hot. He is the treasure of Zong Shengdi, and he is destined to be his treasure.

The ninth prince stroked the heart that was leaping madly and exhaled slowly. Fortunately, he survived those tortures and waited for the sweetness.

At the other end, Youyi didn't know that the master had already identified himself and was still struggling to make up for each other. He held the copper basin in his arms and accidentally touched the bamboo tube in front of his chest. Then he remembered that he had found a gift for the master, quickly solved it, and passed it as a dedication.

Seeing the young boy's small face, bright eyes, the puppy's charming smile, the prince of the Nine Prince's heart-itchy. He smiled holding the bamboo tube and asked, "What's this?"

"This is a painting by an unknown layman, I hope you like it." Youzha rub-started, his expression sloppy.

The ninth prince suffocated slightly, and said dumbly, "I learned yesterday that I like the paintings of an anonymous layman, so today you deliberately bought it for me?" With this intention alone, he was already very happy and satisfied.

Youyi will not lie and nodded blushing.

The ninth prince suddenly drew his fingertips and almost crushed the bamboo tube together with the painting. Damn, I thought the dream in the dream was enough to confuse people, but facing him in reality is more difficult to restrain than in dreams. He didn't need to make a charming gesture or make a pleasant moaning, just standing alive in front of him, flushing his face and blinking, could make him full of emotions.

In the dream, he belongs to Zong Shengdi, but in reality, he completely belongs to himself, and the feeling of temptation is even stronger. He even felt jealous when he thought of the uncle as himself, someone who was reincarnated six hundred years ago, and had a love-free relationship with another so-called himself.

However, the unlucky ghost is dead. Compared with himself, after all, he has a lot of luck, and there is no need to worry about it. Thinking about it this way, the emperor Jiuzhu pressed the sudden sourness and quickly opened the bamboo tube.

Youyi didn't know if the eyesight of the fairy in the painting was accurate, so she felt a little uneasy, "Is this painting real? If not, I'll look for it again. No matter what you want, I can find it for you." Huai Yu ghost power, this sentence is not a lie.

The ninth prince has already made up his mind, no matter whether the painting is authentic or not, he must nod his head and admit it, and he must also put aside his precious and precious appearance. What he cares about is never true or false, but this intention. But what surprised him was that this painting was a rare authentic product circulated to the people and the subject matter was so unique that he didn't know how to evaluate it.

Xue Wangjing and others saw His Royal Highness not speaking for a long time, so they gathered to appreciate it, and their faces were distorted.

These two men are swinging on a swing, sitting one on top of the other, with expressions enjoying themselves. After more than 600 years of time, the ink has faded to a greater or lesser extent, and many details have become blurred, but as long as they have similar experience, they can detect that two people are wearing two neat robes. Slippery thighs, and what they are doing is self-evident.

The ninth prince has never been infected with men and women, but the heart that should know is also clear. He looked at the paintings for a while, and looked at you for a while, his mood was very complicated. He would rather have a concubine suggest or seduce himself before deliberately finding a spring-palace map, but is it possible? He probably doesn't know the subject of this painting yet?

Knowing that he shouldn't mess with His Highness, Xue Wangjing couldn't help but asked with a smile, "Yes, do you know what this painting is about?"

"Picture of spring play." You zhi pointed to the place where the money was placed, and Zhenger Ba'er explained, "Spring is here, the temperature is warming up, and they are swinging in the courtyard." There is nothing strange about this intimate sitting position. I thought that when he was young, the master would often hold him like this to play.

"Yes, spring is here, it's time to play." Xue Wangjing covered her stomach, shrugged her shoulders, and laughed and endured internal injuries. Mother, how could such an inattentive person go to prostitute? He hasn't even tasted anything about women, right? As soon as he came to Beijing, he was watched by the demon king of the world. It was a blood mold!

The ninth prince was also holding back a smile. He punched his lips with his fist, and even coughed. After the cough turned red, he took the young man's shoulder, and said sincerely, "I like this picture of the spring show. Let's go swinging someday, okay?"

Xue Wangjing immediately stared at His Highness Nine, and only he could say such an insignificant expression with such an upright expression.

Auntie nodded immediately, adding, "But I have to sit on it. I'm not strong enough, I'm afraid I can't hold it, and I'll throw you."

The above is obviously the bearer. I didn't see him clenching his neck tightly with both hands. Was the fart-up too high? It is better if you do n’t say this, Xue Wangjing has almost suppressed his full smile. When he said this, he suddenly made a snoring sound, like asthma. The self-restrained guard leader was also unable to stretch, and turned his head slightly.

The ninth prince did not find it ridiculous at all, and he could imagine the scene in just one sentence. The swing was rippling, and there was a swell in his arms, and the tip of his nose was spitting hot air, and the little mouth was spitting groans, filling it into his placket, and blushing a piece of skin on his neck. .

Feeling that the body had reacted, the nine princes did not dare to think about it anymore, and quickly and carefully rolled up the spring show into a bamboo tube, and reiterated again, "I like this picture very much. We will play together someday."

"Sure." Youyi took the initiative to pinch the master into a corner of his clothes, and he didn't understand and sold himself.

The two stared at each other, smirking silently, both feeling open and content. They laughed for a quarter of an hour before leaving, leaving the door, but they saw many guards with knives standing outside, two of them still holding Zhao Yusong.

Zhao Yusong saw that His Royal Highness had been in it for half an hour, and when he had succeeded in his own plans, although he was worried that he would be outraged by His Highness, he was guarded by an old lady, and he would not worry about his life. His legs are on a cricket, who wouldn't come to force him to come? Could he still stun the cricket and throw it on the prostitute's bed?

This kind of thing means breaking the sky, and you shouldn't bear your own crimes. Moreover, His Highness Nine has killed people. He must hate the bone marrow, and naturally he will not remember it for too long. By virtue of His Highness's inability to do everything, within half a month, he will forget something, and he has made an appointment with Princess Pearl. Sooner or later, he will be a horde horse, and his future will not be greatly affected.

Holding the card of Princess Pearl in his hand, Zhao Yusong slowly calmed down, waiting for the good-thought mentality to overcome the previous fear. However, he never expected that the uncle would not only have to come out completely, but also the left hand was tightly held by the nine emperor, his posture was very intimate.

When they walked for a while, they had to look at each other, and finally smirked, like cramped and rippling like every young Lang who had just started to fall in love.

When walking past Zhao Yusong, Youyi glanced at him lightly, not curious as to why he was caught by Jing Weiwei-blocked and gagged, not to mention excuse. He only cares about the people who should care, and only those who care about himself. The ninth prince had a large number of adults, and he waved his hands to let the guards release them.

Zhao Yulin, covering her face and following behind, was quite uncomfortable. She took Zhao Yusong and whispered, "Oh, you beast! I was designed to frame you! I wonder if I was almost peeled by His Royal Highness? I have a deep relationship with you and don't care about it, but I'm not finished with you! Let's walk away and see! "Then he pushed him away and limped to the house. It seemed to come back to me again, sneaking-touched Green wax small building.

Zhao Yusong was not interested in the affairs of the second cousin, only rubbing the scar on his neck, his expression was solemn. He knew more or less the temper of the 9th prince, and if he was furious with himself today, it would be easier. He is willing to care about you, that means he also puts you in his eyes. If he is too lazy to say a word, it means that he has completely abandoned you.

The question is, what will he do with himself? Zhao Yusong had no idea, and hired a soft car to rush home to ask his father for help, hoping there was still room for recovery.

At the same time, you and the nine princes have gone aimlessly and far away. Now it is mid-summer, the hands of the two hands have sweated a lot, and they feel sticky-greasy, and the boss is uncomfortable. In the end, the 9th Prince was worried about soiling the teenager, and he took out his left hand and wiped it on his chest, and then took out the papa to wipe the sweaty palm of the teenager, and then he continued to hold it firmly.

Wandering in the cobweb-like small-hutong for several hours, they just did nothing, just walked, and they both felt very happy. Because of the flying mood, the arms they pulled at each other swayed back and forth involuntarily. Judging from the closely-closed back view, there were some sweet smells of young children, two little guesses, and the hot air seemed to be full of faint sweetness.

Xue Wangjing saw sour teeth, and wanted to comfort himself, but he did not expect them to circle from the north to the south, and then back to the north from the south. There was a stumbling block stuck in the alley, and he was reluctant to propose, "His Royal Highness , Sun is so poisonous, let's find a place to rest for a while? If Wei Chen remembers it right, it will be Zhao's house after two more streets. Let's go to the courtyard of Zhao Xiaogongzi? "

The ninth prince, who hasn't enough hands, finally stopped and looked forward to the teenager with hope.

"Let's go home with me." Youji shook the master's arm, fully adapted to the current relationship between the two. The former master is very heavy and very busy. When he gets along with him, he always feels that he is separated by an invisible film. He thinks that he can pierce, but he cannot touch it at all. The current master is about the same age as him, and his temperament is more cheerful, and he can play a lot. He doesn't have to be in awe of him, but he can be as close as he can get.

The nine prince smiled and nodded, seemingly very calm, but his pace gradually accelerated. He wanted to integrate bit by bit into life, and naturally invade his environment.

Mr. Zhao served as Zaisuke in the Three Dynasties, and his position was aloof, so the pattern of Zhao's house was very magnificent. Shili Long Street, the courtyard of Zhao's house alone occupies eight miles, and it can be called the home of Yan Yanpudi and Zhongming Dingshi. At first, the ninth prince watched with enthusiasm and was greeted by the servant Cheng Chengcheng to enter the main entrance. When he arrived at the small courtyard where the big house lived, his expression turned into resentful anger.

"You live here?" He asked, pointing to the small courtyard wall and the narrow house.

"Yes, come in fast." Youyi never cared about foreign objects. There was a house to live in, whether it was big or small.

Xue Wangjing was afraid that His Royal Highness would lose his temper, and he explained quickly, "Zhao Zhizhou is the sister-in-law of Zhao Xiangguo, so naturally he cannot live in the courtyard. The environment here is quiet, and it is quite good."

The ninth prince no longer speaks, but glances at Xue Wangjing with a smile, and then pulls himself in by the teenager. The Wang family went to the bowling mansion, and Zhao Zhizhou did not turn around outside. There were only a few mothers in the courtyard to wait.

Seeing the master leading the nine princes in, they were frightened, and waited until the group went straight into the bedroom before returning to their minds. They knelt in the yard and gave a few noises, then ran to find the master and wife.

The ninth prince went to someone's house for the first time, and was a young boy with a crush on his heart. He was both nervous and excited. He looked here, touched it, twisted things and straightened it carefully, like a country boy who had never seen the world before.

Xue Wangjing laughed frequently, only to find that His Highness Nine was only seventeen years old and had not yet fully grown up, only because he was usually too moody and high above him, but it made people forget his age.

There was some cramps and some cramps. Seeing that the desk was a little messy, he hurried over to organize.

"What do you usually do at home?" The nine emperor wanted to know more about the teenager. He already had a lot of questions in his stomach ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Writing a book, I recently read a travel book, and I have written a lot of thoughts. . "You have always been caught by the master to check his homework in his whole life. He has developed conditioned reflexes. When he stands at the desk, he puts his hands behind his back, like a schoolboy who reports on the situation to the director of education. That's all, he will also read notes one by one. Take it out and let the nine princes look at it.

So well-behaved? The ninth prince tried to resist the smile, and carefully turned over one by one, but when I saw a beautifully written huahua in lower case and face style, there was something unsatisfactory. Many royal treasures of Zong Sheng emperor are kept in the royal family. His best are Xihua Xiaokai and Yanti Xingshu. In order to get rid of his influence, the ninth prince arrived at the age of fifteen before practicing mad grass.

He thought that his handwriting was already very similar to Zong Shengdi, and then he was surprised when he looked at him. His handwriting was no different from that of Zong Shengdi, as if the same person wrote it in the same hands. Do you have sporadic memories of previous lives? Do you remember the man who was obsessed with his life?

The corner of the mouth raised by the nine emperor slowly sinks, but he does not dare to ask the doubts in his heart. It does n’t matter if you do n’t remember, the unlucky ghost is dead, and now the person with you is yourself, that ’s enough. He put down his notes and was planning to make some comments. He heard Xiao Xing Xing hurriedly outside the door, "Master, you have made the bamboo poles made by the minions, and the spider web has been smeared. Now you can go out and catch them. . "

Youxi's cheeks turned red, and she quickly ran out and waved at Xiaoxiong's hand. Her face was written with the words "Dou Da"-go away!

"Catch it? Don't you say that you read and write all day?" The nine emperor raised her eyebrows with a smile.

You can't lie if you have any words. Seeing that the battle was not right, the young man threw down the bamboo pole and fled. At this moment, there were a few harsh tweets in the drawer, as if certain living things were closed. The ninth prince opened the drawer and took out a glass bottle sealed with silk cloth, his expression became more and more unpredictable.

This looks exactly the same as the master who always caught himself reading and writing, and the long-awaited awe came. Some choked and drooled, and said, "I'm too tired to read, I shake it out, listen to it, and relieve my fatigue. In fact, I'm not fun at all." Bottle, shake it a few times.

When I heard that I was crushed and slammed, I immediately made a scream, and when I heard it in the hot summer, I felt a little cool. Without waiting for the master to reprimand, Youyi has quickly untied the silk cloth, released it, and blushed, "Look, I let them go. I'll play for a while."

This looks like a mistake, the puppy caught by the owner on the spot, depressed, pathetic, but also very cute. The ninth prince pressed his fist to his lips, barely smiled, and his ears slowly turned red.

Xue Wangjing and the guards took a look at the knowledge of the release, and looked at His Highness in a happy mood, his expression became more and more strange, but because of more stimulation, the ability to withstand increased, but did not say anything.

After visiting the desk, the ninth prince walked towards the bed, suspiciously, "During the day, why are the tent curtains still hidden? But there is a living person hidden in it?"

This was a joke, but unexpectedly the response was very intense, two or three steps rushed past, trying to block the master's way. The expression of the nine emperor was cold for a moment, and then quickly converged. One hand lifted him away, and the other raised the tent curtain, and his eyes were murderous.

Xue Wangjing and the guard commander were ready to "catch the **** in bed", took a step forward, looked inwardly with guts, and then suddenly burst out-breathing out. There was nothing in the tent except a pillow, a quilt, and a mattress. Why is this bear child blind and nervous? That made them suffer too! The two were about to pat their breasts, and saw a few black little beetles fluttering out. Take a closer look. The inside of the tent curtain also climbed a dozen or twenty, and the scene was a bit ugly.

The ninth prince was in a mood of ups and downs; He wiped his stiff face and hesitated, "You, in the tent, raise bugs?" Don't you feel sick and scared?

In the last days, there are not only zombies, but also mutated plants and insects. What kind of monsters have you never seen and how can you be afraid of several beetles? But when his little secret was found, he was still ashamed, holding his ears and whispering softly, "Not what you think."

Xue Wangjing was most afraid of the little bug, and he clenched his arms and stared at him with strange eyes.

There was no explanation for this, and he pushed the master onto the couch, and then he lay down, saying, "They are fireflies. When they are caught in the tent at night, they can see the stars. The stars fly around, as if one You can pick it up with your hand. The scene is very beautiful, do you understand? "

The ninth prince stared at the boy's brighter eyes than the stars, and nodded. He thought that the most beautiful and bright star in the world had been picked by his own hands.

Is it a firefly? Thinking of the flickering little lights under the night, those disgusting feelings disappeared instantly. Xue Wangjing nodded suddenly and realized a little more about the simple yet childlike mindset of the teenager. It's undoubtedly easy to get along with such people, and you can get many surprises every day. His Royal Highness had some vision.

The ninth prince also felt very fresh and interesting, pretending to stretch his arms inadvertently, holding the teenager in his arms, and slowly said, "They will not glow during the day?"

"No, only at night." Some regrets about the strategy. He wanted to lie with his master to watch artificial stars.

The nine emperor's eyes were darkened, and the more he started to think about building a foreign government, it is best to choose it next to Zhao's government, and only have a courtyard next to you, and open a small door. You can meet at any time, and you can lie down at night A quilt ... Thinking for a while, his eyes closed slowly, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

It took a long time for You to find that the master was asleep, and was trying to wake him up, and was stopped by Xue Wangjing, "Don't, don't do it! Little boy Zhao, please let His Highness sleep for a while."

His voice was extremely low, and his expression was uncommonly cautious, as if it were a major event. Although you feel weird, you did n’t ask much, nodding slightly to understand. He quietly and gently grabbed the master's arm, buried his face in his arms, and sighed contentedly.

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