The Noble Woman’s Guide On How to Tease One’s Husband

Since that day, I heard Ye Huaiyang screaming under the wall every three to five. Chu Jinglan was used to reading in the pavilion, but now he always walks back with a dark face. As time passed, he simply stopped walking in the backyard. Everything was moved to the Chongxiao Pavilion, and it was finally clean for a while.

Ye Huaiyang didn’t get discouraged, and moved to her own Lingyun Pavilion, opening the window to look at each other by the railings, but she was too busy with trivial things recently, so Chu Jinglan never knew she was nearby. In the attic across.

"Miss, all the accounts of the several banks in the south of the city are here."

Crescent Moon took a lot of bound booklets to look at Ye Huaiyang, but after putting it down, he lingered. With a slight hesitation on his face, Ye Huaiyang glanced at her with his head and quickly returned to the booklet.

"If you have something to say, what to do with hesitation."

"... Just now the eldest master sent someone over to spread the word, saying that it is for you to move back to your home as soon as possible.

Ye Huaiyang had a sharp stroke and raised his lips: "Yes, if someone asks you, you are still packing things. Anyway, the big brother will be back in a few days, even if I still live here, he will The whip is beyond reach."

"Yes, the servant understands."

When Ye Huaiyang saw her look like she couldn't help but laugh, she suddenly realized that this trick was a bit rascal, so she also chuckled lightly. At this moment, Zhongxiao Pavilion turned on the light, and the light shined into Lingyun Pavilion through the white window screens. On the terrace, Ye Huaiyang stared at him, and when he turned around, the accounts on the table could not be seen anymore.

"Go get my piano."

Crescent nodded, and when it was not too late, he held up a coke tail and placed it gently on the sandal table in front of the window. Then he lit a small piece of rhino dust in the copper ball of the beast beside him, and suddenly smoke appeared. The fragrance pervades.

"Okay, go down."

Crescent Fushen retired, and her figure gradually disappeared behind the stairs. Ye Huaiyang got up and walked to the terrace. The sleeves flicked over the bronze goose foot lamp. The light dimmed instantly. Then she pushed open the side door, and the silver light burst into the room. , Looking towards the moonlight, the raised eaves of the Zhongxiao Pavilion were right in front of you, as if within reach.

Her gaze slowly moved down, falling on the snow-white window screens, and a hazy black shadow suddenly appeared in it, with a deep outline, as if embedded in a dripping ink scroll, sometimes pacing, sometimes quietly, and every action made her heart. Happy life.

I don't know if he likes listening to people playing the piano.

Ye Huaiyang sat in front of Tan's table with a beating heart, flicking his fingertips, and the sound of the piano suddenly poured out like water, gradually overshadowing the whimpering wind and spreading to the opposite attic, spurring the man again and again. Heartstrings.

It's Feng Qiuhuang.

Chu Jinglan replayed the action, but he shook his mind for a moment. His hand had already twisted the window bolt. A strong wind blew and the window leaves opened wide. There was no obstacle to his vision. He clearly saw the person playing the piano. Ye Huaiyang.

She gathered her gauze and sat quietly in the cold night breeze, a pair of slender hands wandering back and forth on the strings, and she played a song of Fengqiuhuang so lingeringly, came to tease him in the air! His forehead jumped sharply, his sword eyebrows sank as he watched, and then he opened his hand, and the window leaves instantly closed, and the heavy noise attracted her attention.

After all, she is ten years older, and her concentration is extraordinary.

Ye Huaiyang curled up his mouth and joked silently, but his subordinates did not stop, twirling gently, rounding and picking the tip, faster and faster, like a rainstorm, after the song, they fell into a dead gray silence, no more The sound of children.

Here, Chu Jinglan had read the secret report from the northern border, and when he had doubts in his mind, he went to the bookshelf and turned up the Lingnan deployment map, and compared it with the contents of the secret report one by one. Suddenly, he found that something was wrong. There was a slightly lazy voice.

"The prince is really focused."

Chu Jinglan hadn't heard of it, so he dipped his pen in some ink and marked a few points on the drawing. Looking at it, there was a strange connection. He concentrated and thought for a moment, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

Bai Xingzhi, how dare you do such a thing in Lingnan!

The anger in his heart had not yet subsided, and there was a sudden noise by the window. He widened his sleeves, and his vigorous internal force shook the window leaves open. He only heard a bang, as if he was being held back by something. He stretched out his hand without thinking too much. Pushing them all away, there was a faint gasp sound from outside, he raised his eyes and looked at him, and his body suddenly became stiff.

I don't know when a crossbar was erected between the two attics, and Ye Huaiyang was standing tremblingly on it.

He almost pushed her down the five-storey building without knowing it. No wonder he heard her gasp, but then he moved here step by step like an okay person. The light pink dress danced in the wind and floated in the air. Becoming a flower, she is like a slender stamen in the middle, which will be swept away by the wind at any time.

In this case, she didn't even look at her feet, but looked at him lightly.

Chu Jinglan couldn't distinguish what was hidden in her eyes, and suddenly stepped up the railing to look forward, grabbed her hand and dragged her down, and then leaned heavily against the door frame.

"You are really not afraid of death, Ye Huaiyang."

His voice was as cold as iron, and every word floated into his ears like thunder and roaring. When others were calm and fearful, she chuckled: "The lord is worried about me?"

"You are presumptuous!" Chu Jinglan tightened his arms beside her, and said in a cold tone, "You have trespassed into the palace again and again. Is this king really not going to cure you?"

"I'm just curious about what the prince focuses on."

Having said that, Ye Huaiyang glanced into the room carelessly, and paused when he went through the case, and then Chu Jinglan pinched his chin and turned back, facing his angry face, she was not afraid or hiding. Instead, another fire was added.

"The prince doesn't know, I have always had the ability to remember. The northern secret report and the Lingnan defense map on the table are now printed verbatim in my mind. While I am still in the hands of the prince, I might as well make a choice. She paused, her plump red lips pressed against the base of his ears, her words sharp as a knife, "Did you kill me, or cooperate with me?"

Chu Jinglan looked at her expressionlessly. With a sudden movement of her right hand, she suddenly felt her throat tighten. She looked down, his five fingers were clasped between her neck, and she could be killed on the spot with a light pinch.

"Do you think this king will not take your life?"

His tone was slow and cool, rubbing every inch of her nerves like a sharp icy blade. Her heart trembled, but she stood on her toes and kissed his lips unexpectedly.

"So, it's not a loss to be killed."

Chu Jinglan froze instantly.

Ye Huaiyang smiled coquettishly, Zhan Liang's gaze peeked straight into Chu Jinglan's eyes, and sparks seemed to be jumping inside, gradually forming a prairie fire and attacking her. She approached without a rush, and once again held the thin lip, her lilac tongue twirled on it, hooked out countless silver threads, and flooded with water.

Simply presumptuous!

Only these words were left in Chu Jinglan's mind. Her body didn't move, as if she had been acupunctured. The iron arm on her waist could clearly pull her off, but it was just hanging, let alone that one. The hand clasped on the jade neck has been completely reduced to a display.

I think when he was full of spirits, there were as many women as the crucian carp who crossed the river. No matter whether it was a famous lady or a Jiaofang singer, no one was as courageous as her, ignoring the worries of life. He was dumbfounded by the drama of "Death under the peony flowers and behave like a ghost".

His Royal Highness Tang Lan was actually taken lightly by a woman who had no power to bind a chicken.

Ye Huaiyang saw that he was already completely stiff, and became more and more inches into the foot. After the tip of her tongue rolled around, she began to provoke his teeth. A slightly bitter medicinal smell spread. She suddenly stopped and stepped away and asked: "The old wound is not good yet?"

Chu Jinglan finally returned to his senses and pressed her against the door leaf with a palm, his face was full of wind and rain, but when he met her eyes, he noticed something he had never seen before—full of admiration, a little bit There are no impurities.

When he was startled, Ye Huaiyang sighed softly, and the tail whirled into his ears, "The repaying stories in the script are really fools. Why is it so hard for me?"

Which one is this acting again?

He couldn't help but gritted his teeth and shouted, "Ye Huaiyang!"

"Why is the prince yelling?" She stuck her neck up again, clasping his sleeves tightly with her hands, like a little girl. "Ten years ago, the Bailian Sect was in trouble in the king's capital. You personally led the soldiers to encircle and suppress. Is it possible that a young child in a cage immersed in the river has forgotten?"

He was startled, his memory gushing out like a tide, and the face before him became inexplicably familiar.

It turns out that she was the little girl back then.

At that time, the Ye family was not as good as it is now. The missing girl in the family could only find a way to ask the people of Gyeonggi to find it, but at that time there were more than one or two missing children in the capital? Every day, people go to Gyeonggi yamen to make trouble, and the government has limited servicing ability, so there is no progress.

After Chu Jinglan cracked the case, Ye Zhen personally went to the river to retrieve his daughter. He is a fourth-ranking commander and usually walks in the middle of the court. Chu Jinglan recognized it, so he chatted a few more words, his elegance The calmness is impressive, but Chu Jinglan never thought that Ye Huaiyang in front of him was his daughter.

Ye Huaiyang knew he had remembered when he looked at him, so he raised his small face and asked, "Can the prince believe me now?"

Chu Jinglan didn't answer, and reached out his hand to grab the secret report and the defense plan on the case. The five-finger Zhang Hejian turned into powder, and it floated at Ye Huaiyang's feet, making it clear that he did not want to entangle her again.

"Go back to your night house."

"The prince won't take my life? Then I have the right to cooperate when you agree to cooperate." Ye Huaiyang chuckled, not in the slightest frightened by that cold face, and hooked his neck and eyebrows. The fascination between.

Chu Jinglan waved her hand away indifferently, and snorted coldly, "Does your brother know what you are doing?"

The loyal Ye Huai Li, the rebellious Ye Huai Yang, if they weren't acting, this Ye Family would be really impressive.

Ye Huaiyang heard that he was sarcastic, and did not explain it, but only lightly raised his diamond lips and replied: "That's not important, my heart just needs to know what I'm doing."