Chapter 24 At the end of the time, the king stepped out of the wall
In front of the book desk, the flickering candlelight cast the long figure of the Frightened Salamander on the book desk, casting a shadow on the bamboo slip in Ying Zheng's hand.
Jing Shao, who was kneeling next to Ying Zheng, was slowly rubbing ink in the inkstone. His dark eyes seemed to be as black as the ink.
"Is it so late now?" Frightened Salamander looked at the timer in the distance and felt that time passed so quickly.
Frightened and angry when he realized that it was already very late, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart. He couldn't help but glance at the soft couch aside. Will this place still belong to him in the future?
"Jing Salamander, haven't you polished the ink yet?" Ying Zheng turned to Jing Salamander and asked.
This seemed a bit sudden to Jing Salamander, so much so that the female killer, whose hands had always been very steady, actually slipped, and her slender fingers instantly turned into ink.
"Do you also want to practice calligraphy?" Ying Zheng stood up, pulled the sheet from the soft couch beside him, took Jingyu's palm in his hand, and wiped it with the sheet.
"Your Majesty?" Jing salamander looked at his fingers held by Ying Zheng. He was speechless for a moment. He only felt a strange feeling quietly arisen from the bottom of his heart, and then spread out. The power in his body seemed to be increasing rapidly.
disappearing.
"You can't talk at this time." Ying Zheng said, wiping Frightened Salamander's fingers.
"But?" Jing Salaman's eyes fell on the sheets in Ying Zheng's hands, which were his own sheets.
"It's nothing." Ying Zheng raised his head and stared at Jing Salad, who was hesitant to speak.
"Yeah." Jing Salamander lowered his head subconsciously and suppressed what he wanted to say.
Anyway, everything here belongs to the king, he can do whatever he wants. Jingshao comforted himself in this way.
"This sheet seems to be unusable." After a long time, Ying Zheng let go of Jingyu's fingers and looked at the sheet that was already stained with ink and said unexpectedly, as if he had made an unintentional mistake.
"It doesn't matter if you can't use it, you can still sleep." Jing Salamander said, looking at the bare soft couch.
"Gu, say, it can't be used to rest." Ying Zheng stared at the Frightened Salamander and said affectionately and seriously.
"But?" Jing Salamander also wanted to say that when he was performing tasks before, he could rest no matter how bad the situation was.
But Ying Zheng obviously didn't give her a chance, "There is no but."
"Slave?" A bold idea suddenly broke into Jingli's mind. Could it be...
Thinking of this, everything in Jing Salaman suddenly disappeared without a trace. She thought of last night, Ying Zheng seemed to have used the same method to let herself fall into a trap. However, compared to yesterday's hesitation and anxiety,
At this moment, she felt a vague sense of expectation.
For a moment, Jing Salad understood what Ying Zheng was really thinking, and Ying Zheng also knew that Jing Sala understood what he was thinking, and the atmosphere was subtly changing.
Ying Zheng only thinks that the current atmosphere is extremely interesting, weird, ambiguous, and expectant... all kinds of feelings are intertwined together, making everything very interesting.
Therefore, in order to make this magical charm more intense, Ying Zheng chose to continue reading.
Let this cup of wine ferment for a while.
Amidst the sound of bamboo slips turning, Jing Salamang felt her head getting more and more dizzy. Countless pictures flooded into her mind. She had come across these strange pictures before, but they were just cold pictures. Apart from that,
In addition, the salamander has no other senses.
However, at this moment, when those pictures appeared in her mind uncontrollably, Jingyu found that those cold pictures that had left her without any fluctuations suddenly became vivid and increased the temperature.
And it was a very scorching temperature, which made her feel a burning sensation from deep inside.
Jing Salamander has an illusion. If she allows those images to continue to play out in her mind, her whole person will become another state.
Jing Salamander looked at the back of his hand that was slowly turning red without realizing it, and subconsciously touched his cheek, only to feel that he had gone crazy.
When Jingli unconsciously touched her cheek with her palm, a larger palm covered her palm and pressed against the skin of her cheek.
"It's already cooked." Ying Zheng leaned into Jingshao's ear and said.
"The temperature is just right now, you can use it to warm your bed."
Ying Zheng's low moan was like a devil's spell, opening a door in Jing Salaman's body, an unspeakable door.
At this time, the Frightened Salamander completely turned into a fish at the mercy of Ying Zheng, and it was also a boneless fish.
The martial arts and calmness that he once had have disappeared without a trace at this time. At this time, Jingyu only felt dizzy, not only in his head, but also in his body.
When the layers of scales faded away, she completely transformed into a fish, a mermaid.
The coldness of winter brushed against Frightened Salamander's skin, causing her to subconsciously hug her arms tightly. However, in Ying Zheng's burning gaze, she let go of her arms again, completely showing herself to Ying Zheng.
in front of.
Ying Zheng thought that his water made it impossible for the fish, Jing Salamander, to escape, but he didn't know that Jing Salamander was actually the real water, which contained his greedy head because of youth and recklessness because of gluttony.
Young dragon.
In the early morning, Frightened Salamander woke up from her sleep, staring blankly at the curtain above her head. A ray of hot air fell on her shoulders. The female killer who had taken off her disguise and violated her true appearance slowly turned her head.
, a childish face appeared in front of her.
"Is that so?" When this face appeared in front of Jing Salamander, the memories of last night suddenly flooded into her mind.
The return of the memory made the female killer's mind sway, and that indescribable feeling once again attacked her whole body. Jingli subconsciously touched her restless heart, but she touched it with a hand.
The hand was firmly fixed on her heart, but it didn't have much strength, as if it was worried that it would hurt her.
Jingli put her palm against that palm, and unconsciously exerted some strength. She wanted him to get closer to her. She instinctively wanted to get closer to Ying Zheng's arms, but she suddenly realized
, Ying Zheng’s height seems to be somewhat unacceptable.
At this moment, Cai suddenly remembered that Ying Zheng was not yet sixteen years old and was still just a teenager.
Jing Salamander looked at the childish face in front of him, and his thoughts were incomprehensible for a moment.
She doesn't know why things have evolved to this point, and she doesn't know whether the current situation is good or bad for her, but at least she knows that she doesn't hate everything now, and she even has the tendency to be addicted to it.
For that familiar taste.
"I don't hate this feeling, does it mean I like it if I don't hate it?" Jing salamander murmured, recalling the changes over the past month.
Initially, she was sent to Xianyang Palace as a secret guard, but Ying Zheng's precautions against her made her know that her mission this time would not last too long.
However, just when she was ready to return to her identity as a killer and carry out her next mission, everything changed. Ying Zheng turned her from an ordinary palace maid into a palace maid in Xianyang Palace.
just.
From then on, there was an extra person in her life, and she didn't know whether he was a boy or a man.
From then on, everything in her life revolved around that person.
She has never experienced life outside of being a killer, and she doesn't know whether she likes the changed life. She can only feel that time seems to pass very slowly.
In the past, she had always felt that time passed very quickly. Her memory of nineteen years was so thin that she thought time passed very quickly. However, in the past month or so, her concept of time has indeed changed.
There was a wavering.
Over the past month or so, she found that her memory was gradually becoming more substantial, and she had something to recall before going to bed every night.
Although these memories only revolve around one person.
This kind of life makes her a little intoxicated, but she is also somewhat troubled.
That is, as a close attendant, many jobs made her a little embarrassed. She knew that she should not be embarrassed. As a killer, she needs to adapt to any situation, and she is the best among killers, and her ability to adapt to the environment is better.
It's unparalleled.
However, no matter how she warned herself, she would completely forget those things under Ying Zheng's sight.
Just when she had adapted to her current life and was ready to stay with Ying Zheng for the rest of her life, a sudden piece of news confused her mind.
The mission to assassinate Lord Xinling requires Jing Salamander.
She still remembered the moment of panic when she heard the news next to Ying Zheng.
Then, she was completely entangled.
She knew where her true value lay. In the past, she would have accepted the task without him thinking about it. However, this time, she found that she rejected that task from the bottom of her heart.
Because of this task, she even lost sleep. That night, she discovered that he was just a child, a child who also had nightmares.
But she didn't know that the other party also viewed her in the same way.
Until that night, although Jingyu realized that he had other intentions for her, she still walked into the trap step by step.
When she walked in, she realized that she was wrong again. She was not a child, but a man.
Thinking of the scene when he held it and looked up at him, Jing Salamander already knew that he was doomed.
Not only because he is Ying Zheng, the king of this palace, and her true master, but also because of herself.
She knew she didn't want to escape.
Randomly, last night, she threw herself into a trap again. She fell from that trap into the one that is now holding her. This trap is tighter than the other one.
Thinking of this, Jing Salaman couldn't help but stretched out his arms and hugged the boy who seemed to be shorter than him. His eyes fell on the very naughty lips last night.
"Is this a beard? Doesn't it count?" Jing Salamander looked at the light layer of fuzz on his lips and said.
"Why not?" Just when Jing Salamander was about to count the number, a pair of eyes caught her sight.
"Your Majesty?" the Frightened Salamander said in panic, and his entire body turned into a fish flapping in the water.
However, just as she thought, this place is also a trap, and it is a tighter trap.
"Good morning, Jing Salamander." Ying Zheng smiled, but his smile was a little weak.
"Morning." said the surprised salamander.
The tolerance last night now turned into a sentimental one.
Ying Zheng looked at the female killer in front of him who had matured last night but was acting extremely clumsy at this time. He couldn't help but hugged her tightly again, fearing that this smooth fish would escape.
For a moment, the two bodies were pressed tightly together. Ying Zheng felt an indescribable pressure in front of him, and his whole body slipped into the quilt. He really slipped in, because the Frightened Salamander was really slippery.
Being attacked again, the Frightened Salamander subconsciously straightened up his waist and hugged the person buried in front of him with his arms.
It turns out that you are just a child. Frightened Salamander secretly wanted to fight, but the next moment, all thoughts were lost without a trace.
When the sun rose high, Ying Zheng walked out of the palace.
The weather is good today.
Facing the sunshine falling on his body, Ying Zheng suddenly felt lazy.
It seems that I have to go to Jiuding Hall again, which seems to be a bit expensive. Ying Zheng felt the power in his body and said to himself.
At this time, he clearly felt that his strength had increased, but his muscles and bones were powerless.
"Is he still just a boy?" Ying Zheng said to himself.
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Xingle Palace.
Zhao Ji looked at the briefing in her hand in surprise. Her red lips opened slightly and could not be closed for a long time.
"Your Majesty, at the end of the year, you supported the wall and came out." Under Zhao Ji's sight, there was this line of small words.
"Hold on to the wall and come out? Zheng'er?" Zhao Ji subconsciously closed her mouth. For a time, countless guesses and pictures flooded into her mind.
Zhao Ji was confused for a moment: the child has grown up after all.