Ming Lanruo was stunned for a moment: "What...what did you say?"
Cang Qiao took a painting from the bookshelf, spread it out on the table, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink: "Why, you don't want to?"
Ming Lanru looked at him with a half-smiling look, but for some reason she felt a dull feeling in her heart.
She tightened her fingers on the hem of her dress and finally stood up. As soon as her fingertips loosened, her already torn skirt fell apart.
Ming Lanruo took off her dress with trembling fingers, and the soft skirt fell down her snow-white legs, forming a charming and alluring posture on the ground.
No matter how red her face was with shame, no matter whether her body was stiff or not, her cold and bright eyes just stared at him without blinking.
That was her pride and stubbornness that refused to back down.
As her clothes fell away, Cang Qiao's eyes gradually deepened, and the long fingers holding the pen gradually tightened under her gaze.
"Am I... good-looking?" She suddenly pulled out the hairpin on her head and scattered her long black hair, asking provocatively, with a slight tremor in her voice.
Cang Qiao lowered her long eyelashes to cover up his frighteningly dark eyes. He gently put down the pen and paper: "Sit down, you have tea in your hand."
Ming Lanruo sat down and squeezed her palms tightly.
There was a fire burning in the room, and even though she was naked, she couldn't feel the cold even though she was shaking. There was tea and snacks at hand.
The tea is Biluochun, and the snack is crystal cake. She actually likes both.
so……
Is this punishment, humiliation, provocation or... seduction?
Ming Lanruo could no longer tell the difference. The air was filled with the agarwood scent of his body, covering every inch of her body.
Like this blazing earth dragon, in this winter, the heat seems to melt people.
But she knew that no matter what it was, she couldn't back down.
Cang Qiao didn't speak any more, just stood in front of the table, concentrating on tracing.
Every time he wrote, it seemed that there was a mysterious trembling on her body. Ming Lanruo's palms were filled with sweat, and by the end, she was already numb.
I don't know how long it took before I saw him stop writing and look at the painting quietly.
Ming Lanruo couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a low voice: "But it's over?"
Cang Qiao said calmly: "The new skirt is in the cabinet."
If Minglanruo was granted amnesty, she immediately took out her skirt and put it on quickly. This was probably the fastest time she had ever put on clothes in her life.
After putting on her dress, she stood up and could see the paintings on his table.
She was the legitimate daughter of the Duke, and she dabbled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She could tell at a glance that the erotic painting was not a new work, but an old, unfinished work.
This time, Cang Qiao just completed the unfinished work.
The painting depicts a beauty with her hands bound, just like her current appearance, leaning softly on the couch without even an inch, showing every detail.
Ming Lanruo's pink face had already turned red. At this moment, she couldn't help biting the corners of her lips and felt weak all over.
She forced herself to calm down and asked, "Why don't you paint your face?"
The beauty in the painting still has no face, or it only has a touch of bright red lips and nothing else.
"Does it look good?" Cang Qiao, holding the pen, suddenly raised his narrow eyes and looked at her with a smile.
This was what she had said to provoke him before.
She trembled, her slender fingers pinched her sleeves tightly, and she looked at him with bright eyes unwilling to admit defeat: "Do you like it, Lord Governor?"
What is she afraid of? It's not just about the things between men and women. She was not a young girl in her last life. As a spy, what doesn't she know?
Cang Qiao looked quietly at the stubborn beauty in front of him. He suddenly lowered his eyes and seemed to be asking himself: "It's very beautiful."
Ming Lanruo's face flushed instantly, and her eyes were filled with shy mist. She covered her chest, took a step back, turned around and wanted to run away.
But Cang Qiao grabbed the chain of the shackle with his backhand.
Ming Lanruo gritted her teeth in shame and embarrassment and struggled: "Let me go!"
She's not that shameless after all.
Cang Qiao's eyes shone with a frightening gleam: "If you don't want to be punished again, just be your nine-thousand-year-old niece and stay away from those men. Otherwise, next time, it won't just be a painting."
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Ming Lanruo suddenly stopped struggling, looked at him, and smiled sarcastically: "Cang Qiao, you may not want me, but you shouldn't use this method to insult me?"
Cang Qiao suddenly lowered his eyes and unshackled her hands with a calm expression.
Ming Lanruo rubbed her wrists, turned around and left, but the moment she opened the door, a pair of slender arms pressed on the door with a bang.
Ming Lanruo was trapped between his chest and the door, with his hot body temperature close to her behind.
"You..." She trembled slightly.
Cang Qiao gently put his face in her hair and said quietly——
"The painting is about obsessions. If you think it's an insult, that's fine. I can always teach you to be more alert, don't make mistakes, and provoke those you shouldn't provoke. I still have many obsessions..."
Ming Lanruo was stunned for a moment, but before she could react, the door had opened and she was gently pushed out.
When I turned around again, the study door was already closed.
Ming Lanruo was stunned, her mood was hard to describe, both his kindness to her and his bad ways were so secretive.
What does "provoking someone who shouldn't be provoked" mean? Does it refer to the prince, the King of Qin, or him?
She took a deep breath, bit her lower lip lightly, and covered her heart.
Forget it, if you don’t understand, then water will come to cover you, and soldiers will come to stop you!
What's more, besides Cang Qiao's affairs, she still has many things to do!
Ming Lanruo sorted herself out and decided to leave first to find Xiao Xier.
However, she didn't know that when she left, Xiao Xi'er had already entered the Dongchang.
Cang Qiao was sitting at the table, looking at the picture of a beauty that had been filled in except for the eyebrows and eyes. He suddenly stretched out his hand with a white jade finger ring and gently touched every inch of the person on it.
Immersed in unknown thoughts, the corners of his slender eyes were gradually stained with charming pink, and his expression became blurred.
But the next moment, he suddenly flipped his fingertips, and a pen shot directly to the roof.
"Bang!"
A hole was instantly broken into the roof, and a round "thing" screamed and fell down.
"Ahhhh——!"
Cang Qiao moved her figure, passed over, and raised her hand to pick up the lump of something.
"Ah, old monster, if you bully my mother, I will beat you to death!" Xiaorouduanzi angrily tried to kick him towards him.
However, my legs are short, so I can't kick her.
"Who dares to assassinate me?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at the little man in his hand.
Xiao Xi screamed at him angrily: "You are not allowed to bully my mother!"
Just now when he saw his mother leaving with red eyes and face, he knew that this guy must have bullied his mother.
Originally, he wanted to imitate those knights, climb to the roof, jump down, and beat him, but who knew that this old monster would find him!
Cang Qiao narrowed her eyes and recognized who Xiao Xi was.
He called out impatiently: "Why are the guards in the East Factory so lax recently? Any cat can climb onto the roof of this building!"
The man outside the door and his father-in-law quickly ran in with others: "This subordinate neglected his duty."
Just in the blink of an eye, who would have thought that the little kid who said he was going to the toilet would actually climb onto the roof of the master's study like a kitten.
My father-in-law and I quickly went to pick up Xiao Xier.
But this time he learned his lesson, avoided the attack range of Xiao Xi's short legs, and imitated Chitose to pick up Xiao Xi's collar.
Who would have thought that at the moment when hands were changed, the little man suddenly kicked his short legs and hit his father-in-law's hand.
Taking advantage of the reaction force at that moment, his whole body swung hard, and then——
"Crack!"
With lightning speed, her short hands hugged Cang Qiao's face.
Then--
He "ouched" angrily and bit Cang Qiao's... head hard again.
The air fell into a suffocating silence for a moment.
All the Jin Yiwei:......
Cang Qiao:......
He - was careless again.
My father-in-law and I both turned green, and they came again and again...
He could vaguely see the face of his governor, which also turned green because of this familiar plot.
After countless assassinations and counter-assassinations in the wind and waves, no one could hurt his master, but for the second time, his head was bitten by a kid of several years old!
"Bite you to death, old monster!" (Bite you to death, old monster) The kitten-like figure was held up by his collar and was trying hard to gnaw on Cang Qiao's head.
Feeling the sharp pain on her scalp, Cang Qiao's face jumped, and she suddenly raised her voice in annoyance: "Come here, prepare a stew pot for me, and I will stew the boy alive today!"
He had to kill this little eyesore today!
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The company is on holiday today, so the general cleaning is late, so the second update will not be until 12 o'clock tonight
