Forced to marry as a concubine: the prince is too presumptuous

Chapter 27 Evil Charm
Hongyang is the housekeeper who manages the maids in the mansion. Ximo heard Qingxue mention this as early as yesterday. In fact, the concubines and concubines in the mansion are not in charge, and only occasionally pass on Yan Mo's words, just like Li The appearance of the concubine the day before yesterday was just that.

When Ximo stepped into the Hongyang Pavilion with Qingxue, there were bamboos everywhere. The green bamboo branches pointed straight to the sky. She liked the clear green, and even though she hadn't seen it, she couldn't help but look at Hongyang with admiration. up.

A woman, instead of flowers and plants in the yard, there is only bamboo, other than bamboo or bamboo.

She picked up a piece of bamboo leaf casually, and when she held it in her hand, the fragrance of the bamboo seemed to be rubbed into her body. She liked the high knots of bamboo and made her yearn for it.

"Miss Ximo, do you also like green bamboo?" While walking in thought, a female voice came from the front.

Ximo raised her head, and the woman in front of her was well dressed, the water green dress was painted with white peonies, it looked dignified and generous while being simple and elegant, no need to guess the beautiful woman in front of her It is the owner of the Hongyang Pavilion, "Yes, Ximo likes bamboo very much, and Ximo has met Aunt Hongyang."

Hong Yang took her hand and looked her up and down, "It's better to be famous than to see her. She is indeed a stunning beauty. Come in with me. However, I only have half an hour to talk with you. There are many things I can only explain. Once again, whether you remember it or not depends on your ability." Hong Yang said while smiling and pulling her across the threshold into the inner hall, leaving the sunlight outside.

Ximo knew that Hong Yang was saving time, so she wanted to tell her as much as possible.

"The lord always gets up at dawn, so naturally the maids who serve him have to work hard to get up early." Hong Yang glanced at Ximo's belly, which was not yet bulging, and sighed softly.

Ximo picked up the tea on the table and took a sip to hide her flustered feeling from Hong Yang.

"The prince has four concubines in the mansion. As for the concubines, there must be more than a dozen. However, the prince never favors a person more than twice a month, and he never spends the night with any woman. It's already autumn. When it's cold, I have to think about warming the mattress for the prince every night, so that he won't be cold when he comes back to sleep..."

Hong Yang talked about Yan Mo's living habits like this, and told Xi Mo to pay attention to this and that, as expected, it was extremely trivial.

Listening silently, Ximo knew that these were what she had to keep in mind every day in the future, otherwise, if she was not careful, Yan Mo would be angered.

The more I listen, the more I feel that Hong Yang is the one who understands Yan Mo best, and everything is as clear and detailed as hair.

Sure enough, after talking for half an hour, Hongyang said something was up, told Qingxue to send Ximo to the study to sort out Yanmo's books, and left in a hurry.

Looking at the back, Ximo shook her head lightly, if she hadn't been deeply in love, she wouldn't have known so thoroughly, but Hong Yang also told her everything she knew.

But here, what is it for?

When leisurely stepping into the study, Qingxue had already gone, and listening to the silence around her, she thought that she finally had her own piece of silence, but before Ximo's feet landed, a voice came from the study. A deep male voice said, "Come here."

Ximo raised her head leisurely, and Yan Hei in front of the desk lowered her head slightly, waving a brush in her hand. Although she didn't look at her, the noble aura unconsciously emanating from him caught her unconsciously. Jue walked to his side according to the words.

Just looking at him, looking at the face of the man who ruined her life's happiness, full of evil charms, so beautiful that even the woman pales in comparison.

"Does it look good?" Suddenly, when she was looking at his eyebrows and eyes intently, he chuckled unexpectedly, but the pen in his hand didn't seem to stop at all.

"Yeah." She responded in a low voice. He was indeed good-looking, but he was even more hateful.

"From then on, I will allow you to look at this king every day." The brush in her hand was dipped in ink, and she didn't care whether her heartbeat was speeding up at this time, "Does this painting look good too?"

Ximo lowered her head, and then dared to look over, but when her eyes fell on the painting, Ximo was stunned. The woman in the painting looked so familiar, if her eyes were not blurry, if she didn't look Wrong, the woman in that painting is clearly her.

Seeing her dazed look, Yan Mo slowly placed the brush in his hand on the inkstone, "Look, there is no ink, so this painting seems to be missing the finishing touch."

His magnetic voice woke Ximo up suddenly, only then did he realize that there was not even a drop of ink on the inkstone that originally had ink on it.

I don't know how he did it, but she didn't have the right to ask at all. Remembering Hongyang's order, Ximo picked up the ink block and began to grind the ink, "When Ximo grinds the ink, there will be ink."

"Ximo, you don't think this painting is beautiful enough and vivid enough, don't you?" He raised her chin habitually with his fingers, and he looked into her eyes, as if he wanted to look into the depths of her heart.

She nodded and shook her head, she just continued to grind the ink silently, but the jaw raised by him made her feel so uncomfortable when grinding the ink.

"Why, who gave you the guts not to even answer my questions?" The man's face slanted close to her ear, and the breath he exhaled was on her face. At this moment, she seemed to be sniffing. With that familiar feeling, he probably wants to...

She wanted to escape, but no matter where she ran, she couldn't escape his palm.

Biting her lips, she could only say: "Ximo doesn't dislike it, Wang Ye's paintings are very beautiful."

Yan Mo couldn't help laughing, "It's clever, and answered my two questions in one sentence, one is not too disgusting, and the other is good-looking, but they are all talking about the painting, not the person who said it, but the king can make this painting come true." Master is more beautiful and charming." After speaking, his thin lips began to fall slowly.

He did it on purpose, it must have been on purpose.

His lips fell so slowly, she didn't know what to do during the process. If Mo wanted to study, should he let him do whatever he wanted to her.

Not reconciled, but now he is her world, she has no choice but to bear it.

Yan Mo's lips finally landed on her moist and sweet lips. At first, he kissed lightly, as soft as a spring breeze, but in an instant, ripples rippled in her heart, "It's so beautiful." Following the kiss was his The two words of admiration that came out in a low voice.

The ink block has already slipped down on the inkstone, and some ink splashes have also been splashed, dripping between the eyebrows of the woman in the drawing, but in an instant, the delicate posture of the woman in the painting is vividly conveyed.

Her breath began to rush in his gradually violent kiss, and her flushed little face was full of anger, Ximo really couldn't bear it anymore, this is in the study.

Finally, when he moved his lips lightly to take a breath, she said in a deep voice: "My lord, Hong Yang said that the study is the place of saints, and it cannot happen..."

"But I want..." Yan Mo said without allowing her to doubt, then he turned around and picked her up and placed him on the desk, and behind her was the 'her' in the painting, closing her eyes, she was scared broken.

(End of this chapter)