Lie down and eat melon in the protagonist group

Chapter 54 Dust 2
She recognized him not because she wanted to gain his status as a prince and live a good life, but because she wanted to ask about the whereabouts of other people in his family.

Especially Ling Cen and Xiao Qi.

Her abilities were limited and she couldn't get any information about them at all.

In the rush of that day, Ling Dang waited for more than half a month before seeing Ling Huai again.

It was raining that day, and everything was covered in gray. Ling Dang finished cleaning up the boiler room and returned to the utility room with a bucket of water. He pushed the door open, closed it, and turned around to find Ling Huai sitting next to the small wooden window.

He stood up and walked into the small hut. His shoulders were broad and his back was as straight as a pine tree. He bowed his hands and saluted with a graceful gentlemanly posture. He was born with a clear voice: "Since the last time we said goodbye, I have been thinking about it all the time, but because of the complicated affairs, it is difficult to do so. Let's take some time to catch up on old times. Don't be surprised if you come here uninvited today, please ask Fourth Sister."

"No wonder, no wonder." She beamed with joy and quickly asked him to sit down. She rummaged through the cabinets to find cups and tea leaves to entertain him properly. Unfortunately, after rummaging for a long time, apart from the cracked bowl, only a handful of wilted yellow vegetable leaves remained.

Ling Dang boiled a pot of water, poured it into a bowl, held it in front of him sheepishly, and said, "Well, I'm really sorry, except boiled water, I don't have anything else to entertain you at home."

"White water is just right to quench your thirst." Ling Huai rubbed the bowl with his fingertips, "If you don't mind, you can stay at my house for a long time."

"No, no, thank you." Ling Dang waved his hands hurriedly. The overt and covert fighting beside him was like a crack in the sky. Most people would not dare to express their anger. If someone was accidentally cannon fodder, they would not know who did it. Never stay away from the protagonist, it is better to die than to live. She has always put life first. He said hurriedly, "It's very safe here. The building also gave me a job. It won't be a problem for me to work for a lifetime. I can support myself."

Ling Huai's eyes followed the piles of debris in the room and swept up to her face along the beams. He looked around in a circle, and it was obvious at every turn that this was not a place for people to live. He said pitifully: "I'm sorry for you." .”

"No matter where you are, it's much better than in the countryside now. Having enough food and clothing is better than anything else. It's not bitter." Ling Dang sat opposite him cautiously. At a young age, he was sensible, quiet, and a little clingy to her. Unexpectedly, the well-behaved and obedient child in the past would grow up in a blink of an eye and turn into a reserved and gentle young man from an aristocratic family. His scholarly background lingered in his body, his clothes were crisp and exquisite, and he was completely different from others. Although he is gentle, smiling, and polite, in reality he is polite and distant, and shuns others from thousands of miles away. She smiled sincerely, "I like it here, don't worry."

He said, “If you want to know something, it’s okay to say it.”

It saves trouble to talk to smart people. She was pleased with his understanding and asked bluntly: "How are they doing, big sister?"

He slowly said: "The eldest sister and the third sister are both in Bianjing City in the Southern Zhou Dynasty. The eldest sister is still doing business, the business is booming, and she earns a lot of money. The third sister is the daughter of Zhu's family, married to King Lin Yilong of Wuxuan, and they respect each other as guests. The second brother fights all the year round and becomes the king. He became a general, and now he is married and has two sons. His wife is the only daughter of Blacksmith Zheng from Qu Town, Jichang."

Finally, he paused and asked her, "We were separated during the war, and we have been apart for many years. Why don't we see Acen and Xiaoqi?"

Ling Dang roughly recounted his experience of being sold and then running away and being separated.

She held the bowl in both hands and hesitated: "Well, I, can I trouble you with one thing? That's it."

He answered, "You want to inquire about the whereabouts of Acen and Xiaoqi, right?"

She nodded hurriedly and flattered him with good words, "You have a high position, a lot of knowledge, and a wide network of contacts. You can see far from a higher position. Please pay attention to this little thing. Don't force it. If there is any news, please Just let me know when you have time, and I'll go find them myself."

In fact, Ling Dang firmly believed that Ling Cen and Ling An, as the male protagonists in the book, had no worries about their lives. I just don't know their current situation, and I am afraid that their two children will suffer hardship, and I feel uneasy.

"It should." He agreed.

But it wasn't until he left that Ling Dang realized that he hadn't taken a sip of the water poured for him.

Lingdang knew that King Huainan was not the young Linghuai of the past. He was the Huainan King of the Northern Territory, Qi Huai, who had an overwhelming city. When we met today, it was purely for the sake of past friendship, and I treated her casually with restraint.

At first, she had only sparse contact with him and only had a casual acquaintance.

What's more, because she rests during the day and works at night, which is contrary to the normal schedule of ordinary people, he is busy with court affairs during the day, and it is even harder for him to find time to come to the building.

Later, day after day, year after year, they gradually had more contact, he became more diligent, and their relationship gradually became closer.

During their private interactions, every time he came, he would bring some of her favorite snacks, some small jewelry, some inconspicuous clothes and other trinkets. Moreover, with the increasing number of interactions, the tattered furnishings in the utility room where she lived took on a new look, but they were all simple, elegant and unobtrusive.

From the cold and distant "Fourth Sister" at the beginning, he gradually changed into "Fourth Sister" and called her "A Dang". She wasn't that sensitive, so it was difficult for her to notice that he was calling her "Ah Dang" affectionately every time.

Even later, he only called her "A Dang". She discovered it later and casually teased him: "You don't call me fourth sister now. Do you think of me as an outsider?"

With a gentle smile, he posed the question to her, "Don't call me? Are you so stingy? I don't even care if you call me Ah Huai."

At that time, she was stubborn and only regarded him as her younger brother. She didn't think about the love between man and woman at all. I just secretly thought that he was the grandson of the royal family, and he kept calling her, a brothel servant, as the fourth sister. If someone listened to it, I'm afraid it would bring him trouble and even harm the royal family's face.

When did you break the window paper?
It's really shameful to say that.

She cleared a piece of land and made a vegetable garden, where she planted some seasonal fruits and vegetables and cooked and cooked rice every day. But they all look so-so, especially the grapes, which are not as sweet as those of later generations. One bite makes you shiver with sourness.

It was a pity to throw it away, and she was even more reluctant to uproot it. After all, it had been planted for so many years and could not be eaten. However, she could not bear the sight of the green lanterns hung in the summer, and then slowly turning purple. The natural scenery was really eye-catching.

So she picked them off, washed them and made wine.

When I first started, I was not familiar with it, and I ended up with a jar of bad water. She was not discouraged or believed in evil, so she asked Linghuai to buy a book and follow the steps in the book step by step.

Once raw, twice ripe, the wine produced is drinkable, but it will be poisonous if you drink too much.

She was fooled once and lay unconscious in bed.

When she woke up, Ling Huai was sitting by her bed reading a book, with a jar of Chinese medicine boiling on the stone stool in front of her feet. He holds a book in one hand and shakes a cattail leaf fan in the other, doing two things at once, reading and cooking medicine.

"Wake up." His expression was calm, but she sensed his worry at the moment. He didn't give her time to reply, he put down the book, took a bowl and took a handkerchief and poured out a bowl of mud-like Chinese medicine soup, "Drink first medicine."

He held the bowl and blew the hot air on the spoon. A spoonful of soup with thick white mist gradually became warm, and he handed it to her mouth.

Ling Dang had not taken traditional Chinese medicine since she was a scholar. In the past, no matter how serious her illness was, her body would heal itself by relying on her own immunity for a few days. As long as the disease came and went, she would not bother to pay attention to any disease that could be named. Therefore, she had no idea how powerful the spoonful of medicine Ling Huai fed her was.

She obediently opened her mouth wide and took the spoon.

Of all the tastes in the world, bitter taste is the most unspeakable. She changed her face at that moment, opened her mouth, and immediately sprayed out the medicine in her mouth.

A mouthful of medicine was caught on Ling Huai's robe, causing a stain.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Ling Dang hurriedly wiped it for him, "I didn't know this medicine was so bitter. I'm really, really sorry. I didn't mean it."

It's over, it's really over now. He was unhappy to begin with, but now he's even more angry because of her messing with it.

The medicine was all sprayed on his crotch. She was busy wiping it for him and didn't feel anything was wrong at all. She didn't stop until she hit something hard. I didn't think that deeply for a moment, I just thought I had touched the jade ornaments he was wearing.

Just as he was about to continue wiping, he realized that his wrist was grabbed by him.

Eyes facing each other.

She saw something wrong with his face and piercing eyes, and said sarcastically: "I'm really sorry. Just put the medicine there to cool down. I'll drink it later." She wouldn't drink such a bitter medicine even if it killed her!
He let go of her hand like a thunderbolt, stood up again, quickly said "take a good rest", and walked out without looking back. She looked at his clear back and disappeared outside the door. She suddenly cried with sadness on her face. She could only think about the end and he was so angry.

No matter how angry Ling Huai was, it didn't stop her from throwing the medicine and the medicine jar into the boiler to destroy the corpse.

After solving a major problem, she finally had time to think about why Ling Huai was so angry at that time, so angry that he stopped coming to her for half a month. She also thought about how to make him happy.

She has never coaxed a man, but she understands the physiological structure of the human body. She has not practiced it personally, but she has been lucky enough to watch large-scale small movies.

So... no one would wear jade jewelry in their crotch, it's just natural.

After being on the wrong track for more than half a month, her nerves finally got back on track.

When they met again, she was so embarrassed that she searched the whole room for cracks.

"That..." She looked at Liang, but she didn't dare to look at him.

"I brought wine. I poured all the wine you brewed, so I should apologize." He held two bottles of wine in front of her eyes, as usual, "If you want to drink from now on, just come to me."

"Thank you." She took the wine, took out two wine glasses from the cupboard, placed them on a few tables under the window, and filled two glasses. Unexpectedly, the wine poured out as red as rouge and fragrant. She didn't ask any questions, feeling happy in her heart. What a blessing. After all, the things he brought were all the best. She happily invited him to sit down and asked, "Let's have a drink together?"

"Okay." He sat down happily.

Since he doesn't care anymore, why should she bother herself.

Ling Dang was very thoughtful and ate contentedly while holding the wine glass.

One cup after another, he tried to dissuade her in the middle of the process: "This wine is aged in the palace. It has a pure fragrance in the mouth and makes you drunk, but it has enough stamina. Don't drink it."

She took the wine pot, took back the wine glass, her eyes were dancing with light and shadow, she slightly raised her chin, and bargained with him in a charming voice: "One last glass."

He stared at her, she was already drunk. He turned his face slightly to avoid looking at her kissing and bright eyebrows. His eyes were lowered, and his pupils caught the light in the room and became extremely bright. He opened his lips and whispered: "You insisted on drinking it, I Can't stop it."

The "last drink" in her mouth was one cup after another. Each cup was talking about the last cup, but she poured two bottles of wine into her stomach.

The drunkenness that day was very good. Ling Dang clearly remembered every detail, even the rude and hooligan words Ling Huai said to him.

She leaned forward, hooked his chin across the small coffee table, and breathed: "Who are you, sir? You look so familiar."

He let her tease him and answered her question obediently: "Qi Huai."

She murmured his name and stared at him without blinking, "What a good name."

"How old are you?" She restlessly stroked his face with her fingers, along his cheeks, to his forehead, along the root of his nose to his lips, her fingertips lingering between the lips.

He seemed to unconsciously open his lips, "It's already up to the crown."

As he opened and closed, his calloused fingertips slid into his lips and teeth.

She got closer and closer: "Zhi Guan, how old is Zhi Guan? He seems to be twenty. He is an adult. Are you married?"

"No." His voice was muffled by the fingertips between his teeth, and he looked like he was letting you take whatever he wanted.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"You mean girlfriend?"

Hearing this, she smiled crazily and stopped restraining her offensive, "You are still a young child. My sister will teach you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to hers.

This kiss turned the coffee table upside down, the cups fell, and the clanking sound could not bring back the man whose reason had collapsed. The falling leaves outside the window were swirling sadly, and there was a pair of people stacked under the window, with lingering breath, and silk ribbons wrapped with gold and jade leather belts.

The sun is shining brightly and the sky is clear outside. Inside the house, slender legs are hanging around the waist and abdomen, soft pockets are spread on the inner shirt, shoes and socks are scattered, and the curtains are dim and hanging.

There was no need to think too much. When he woke up, he lay naked on Ling Huai's chest and opened his eyes. The noisy scenes of the day were clearly played in his mind like a slideshow. Ling Dang sat up in fright.

The Overlord raised her bow, and at no time was she more aware of the weight and size of these words than at this moment.

Disappointed, she put on her clothes and ran away.

But she couldn't escape the first day of the lunar month, but she couldn't escape the fifteenth day. She worked in a muddle all night and waited until daylight to return to the house.

I saw him sitting in front of the window with his robe loose, losing his previous reserve and elegance, and his eyebrows becoming bright and charming. He just glanced at her heartlessly, and the fragmented glance was pulled apart inextricably.

That glance seemed light and insignificant, but it lasted forever, instantly burning her cheeks and constantly eroding her conscience.

He simply said that she was heartless, unjust and ungrateful, and even the charcoal residue from the burning was more important than the two taels of ashes she burned.

After a long silence, she leaned against the door and said, "I..."

He interrupted her with a calm voice: "You don't need to feel guilty. I shouldn't have let you drink. I just suffered the consequences. I'm willing to admit it."

The calmer he became, the more panicked she became. It was the first time this happened to him when he was young, and she wanted to destroy his innocence because of her age. It was especially reasonable that she didn't remember, but she clearly remembered it. In the final analysis, it was her adrenaline hormones and wild hair that got him. He said hurriedly: "No, no, no, it's all my fault. It's all my fault. I will be responsible for you."

"No need to force it." He still looked away with a face, "It's your fault for this kind of thing. You're right. I got the advantage. Don't say anything responsible in the future."

"Don't force me!" She stepped forward anxiously, "I mean it!"

He became more and more depressed, "No need to coax me, I know you have no intention of me."

"Yes!" She turned to face him, "I am not a casual person."

He lowered his eyes and looked at her: "How can I prove that you are sincere and not deceitful?"

She stepped forward suddenly and sealed his lips accurately.

(End of this chapter)