rich little concubine

Chapter 45 Die for you!

With a bowl full of rice, Ji Ziyang had no choice but to finish eating under the supervision. He put the empty bowl on the table and said, "Okay, my lord should let me down."

"I only allowed you to paint, and never promised to let you go." Ran Mofeng said unhurriedly, and his arms did not relax at all.

Scoundrel!Sitting on his lap, he has been hugging him for so long to draw whatever he wants, haven't he hugged enough yet?A blush gradually crept up her cheeks again, although she said so in her heart, she actually sat quite comfortably, but she didn't want to admit it.

"The king will help you draw, how about Yang'er to describe it?" Ran Mofeng hugged the person, adjusted his sitting posture, and waited with his pen.

"Ah? Can the lord know how to draw?" After speaking, I was a little embarrassed. There was no one in ancient times who couldn't draw, so I had to compromise.

The king of Zhenbei can condescend to come to help him draw the blueprints. He no longer knows what is good and what is wrong, and angers people. It is himself who suffers, so he has to be obedient.

The flickering candlelight reflected the warmth in the study room, and the two cuddled intimately, whispering in their ears.

Ji Ziyang was a little uncomfortable at first, it felt weird and awkward for the two men to be so ambiguous, but there was a hint of sweetness in his heart, and getting along became more natural.

Ji Ziyang leaned on the table with one elbow, rested his chin with his hand, pointed at the picture with the other hand, and commanded: "Here, add another stroke."

"it is good."

"And here, it should be drawn like this." The fingertip pointed to a place in the picture and made a gesture.

"So, how about it?" However, the ink seals the pen, and the tip of the pen is as smooth as flowing water. It is really different to use the brush well.

"That's right, the lord's writing is really extraordinary, better than I expected." Ji Ziyang couldn't help but praise, he himself is also good at painting, but compared with Ran Mofeng's, it's like heaven and earth.

For Ji Ziyang's praise, a certain prince naturally enjoyed it very much, with a smile in his eyes, in order to make the little cat happy, he added a few more strokes.

"Wait!" Ji Ziyang stopped him, but it was too late, those few strokes had already been done, the painting just now had the best effect he wanted, so there was no need to do anything more, he was in a hurry to say anything, Said: "It's superfluous!"

However, Mo Feng's face darkened, and a chill appeared all over Ji Ziyang's back. He realized that he had made a slip of the tongue. He had gotten along well before, and almost forgot that this was the ancient times when power was paramount. How could he be so presumptuous, but he said it The words are the water that is spilled, how can you take it back.

"Princess, say it again!" The tone was gloomy, very displeased, and she complained after her good intentions, and let go of her arms around the other party.

He is a prince, how can he allow others to criticize him, even if the other party says a wrong word, he can decapitate him.

The atmosphere in the study can change instantly.

Without restraint, he should be happy, but Ji Ziyang was inexplicably disappointed, but he said something wrong, and he was fierce to him, maybe the more he was wronged, the more stubborn he would be, and he repeated it in a daze : "I said the prince is superfluous!"

As the words fell, a big hand grabbed Bai Nen's neck: "Don't think that this king will not kill you if you have a little trick. There are many available people in the palace, and there is no shortage of you. If you are so presumptuous, you will end up dead."

Ji Ziyang grabbed the opponent's wrist with both hands, and his neck was strangled. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't use it. He could only stare dryly and make a whimpering sound, his cheeks flushed.

He couldn't figure it out, how could a person change as he said, could it be that the soft words just now were all fake?The contrast between the front and the back was too great, and it also caused him to have a clear gap in his heart. If he said he would turn his back, he would turn his back, and he would kill him with one mouthful. His nose was inexplicably sour, and his eyes were stained with cruelty.

die?Why was he, Ji Ziyang, ever afraid?

There was a cold smile on the corner of his lips, and the emotions in his eyes were covered up.

"What are you laughing at?" The sneer without the slightest warmth pierced Mo Feng's eyes and made his heart tighten. He didn't like this kind of smile at all, and he didn't like it appearing on this person's face, under the glare, I saw a trace of blood flowing from the corner of the other party's lips, slowly trickling down to his chin.

"What are you doing again!" Ran Mofeng's pupils shrank, and he flew into a rage!Immediately let go of his hand, pinched the opponent's jaw, forcing Ji Ziyang to open his mouth, the slightly opened mouth was full of blood: "How dare you bite your tongue and kill yourself!"

Ji Ziyang forcefully knocked off the hand pinching his chin, turned his head, wiped the blood on the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, and said with a smile: "Didn't the lord want to kill me? I'll just show you my death, don't bother." The prince will do it himself."

Deliberately sarcastic words made the man around him even angrier.

"You!" Ran Mofeng's chest heaved, his eyes were burning with anger, but he didn't make any more moves.

At that moment just now, he almost thought that Ji Ziyang was really going to die. His heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and it shrank violently. All emotions of worry, fear, anger, and regret gathered in an instant. He had never felt like this. There have been, even when life and death were on the battlefield.

It's a pity that fate, the doomed person, even if there is only a few faces, is already a treasure in the heart.

And the word love, how can time be used to measure deep affection and shallow meaning.

"Me? I just followed the lord's wishes. Please tell me what other crimes you have to do, so that I won't be blamed again in the future." Ji Ziyang broke away from Ran Mofeng's embrace and stood beside the desk.

But Mo Feng suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "Come here." If he didn't pay attention, he let the kitten slip away.

Ji Ziyang turned a deaf ear to it, and took a step back on purpose, and issued an order to chase away the guests: "My lord, it's late at night, why don't you go back to rest earlier..." His words were cold and alienated.

However, before he finished speaking, his body leaned forward in the air, and an invisible and powerful force pulled him back again, and he fell into the familiar embrace, and was imprisoned again.

"Don't let me say it a second time." But Mo Feng's face was gloomy and terrible, obviously angry, the blueprint that triggered the war between the two was crushed into powder in his hands.

"What are you doing!" Ji Ziyang was anxious, and he didn't care that the two were still arguing. Although there were a few extra strokes, it would be fine to just cross them out, so why destroy the whole sheet.

"Don't move around!" Ran Mo Feng embraced him with one hand, and started painting with the other hand. The painting was still the same as before, but the last few strokes were missing. After finishing the painting, he threw the brush away, looked at the person in his arms, and said : "Satisfied?"

Ji Ziyang nodded, a little stupefied, the prince's mood was really uncertain and unpredictable, but he re-drawn it again...is this trying to curry favor with him?

There was another crack in the already cold heart, and the corners of the tightly pursed lips did not curl up with all their strength. The previous feelings of grievance and stubbornness disappeared unknowingly when the other party finished the painting. "Don't do any more nonsense." Ran Mofeng warned, narrowing his eyes and staring at him, referring to the biting of his tongue just now.

"Well, I see." Ji Ziyang nodded, snickering in his heart, he was not afraid of death, but how could he be willing to die like this, he just bit a small hole in his mouth just now, and sucked hard, the blood that flowed out naturally too much.

The deep voice above his head sounded again: "Shut up your temper in the future, I have a bad temper." Especially when facing the kitten in his arms, the words and actions of the other party can easily affect his emotions.

"Okay." Ji Ziyang was in a better mood, and he naturally agreed. Although the other party said so, he somehow felt that the ink seal was not scary anymore, so he got up, put his hands on the other party's neck, and said with a smile: "I'm tired. Lord, take me back."

The little cat smiled, swept away the haze in his heart, and hugged him up: "It's up to you."