C43 His Royal Highness Climbed up the Wall Every Night

Since he had given the wrong one, who should he give it to?

The letter did not mention anything, so it was possible for anyone other than her, especially the conceited Lu Mengyan.

"Second Sister!" The next moment, he was once again suppressed by Lady Lin's cough. The latter carried a kind smile, and said: "I presume that Ke Er has no malicious intent towards you, as your big sister, you shouldn't bother with him!"

"No harm done." Lu Mengke raised a cup of wine and said apologetically to her: "It's all little brother's fault. Big sister can rest assured, there won't be a next time!"

The Old Mistress and Lu Lianghua had never said anything, and sure enough, her status as a granddaughter couldn't be compared to her grandson's.

Qingning did not say a word as her clear eyes met the youth whose eyes were filled with the flames of rage but who was still smiling.

Very good!

If there was a next time, she wouldn't show mercy!

At the beginning of the year, he walked about the center of the city the most frequently. After receiving the beating from the Yongan Command Plate, he hadn't been able to catch his breath, so he sent his second son, Jiang Yu, to help him out with gifts.

Well, the spring was coming, and my uncle was calling me affectionately. It was never wrong to be familiar with each other.

On the eighth day of the new year, as he was entering the Lu's Mansion, Lu Lianghua was drinking with his colleagues in the hall. When he saw the younger generation, he casually said a few words.

It's also true that someone with such a grand background would be able to look at a son of yours, who has a Yongan command medallion, in the eye.

Second Young Master Jiang sat alone in the side hall for a while. After teasing a servant girl that served tea, his face was immediately spat on. He immediately felt bored. When he saw the weather, he immediately left to return home.

Just as he walked out of the door, he saw "coincidentally" the Third Young Master of the Lu Family walking by. Thinking of how his sister had said that the Second Miss was weak that could be bullied, and had even caused him to suffer a loss of words in front of everyone, making it difficult to say anything.

"Brother Jiang!" Seeing him act this way, Lu Mengke's face lit up with a smile, and extended his hand to stop him. He asked in confusion: "Brother Jiang took a detour when you saw little brother, what is the reason behind this?"

How could you not know the good things your family has done?

Jiang Yu's legs were stiff, but he still stopped them. Although he was not happy, his face looked much better, as he snorted, "What kind of sect is Lu Family? How would we, a nameless junior, dare to reach it?!"

"Brother Jiang, what are you talking about? Are you saying that your servants are slacking off?" Seeing him say that, Lu Mengke only pretended that he did not know about what happened that day, and pulled his hand into the side hall, "I will avenge Brother Jiang now, it's not a pity to kill such a tricky slave!"

He was not tall, and did not have much strength on him, but the smile on his face was extremely sincere. Jiang Yu, a young man, was pulled around a few times by him, but was only able to move a few steps.

With this, the Scholar Jiang Yu first felt embarrassed and repeatedly held his hand, saying, "Third Young Master is speaking nonsense. But the Imperial Examinations are near, and my father ?" "Sigh!"

He seemed to want to say something, but stopped himself. He looked like he was brooding over something.

Lu Mengke laughed and patted his back, a trace of calculation flashing past his eyes, but in the next moment he revealed a caring look: "Come, come ? "Come inside and have a drink with Brother Jiang to ease our worries!"

Once again entering the side hall, with the Lu Family's third young master present, how could the servants continue to act disrespectfully?

Although Lu Mengke was only fourteen years old, all of the descendants of the Shangguan family were people who had grown up on small tables.

Not long after, Jiang Yu had drunk quite a bit of wine and was in a state of drunkenness. He started spouting bitter words as he pounded his chest and stamped his feet.

"Three... Third Young Master, you don't know, but ever since my father went on such a stunt, the atmosphere in my manor has been desolate. Even this year's Imperial Examinations were done by your family. Your father ? Your dad didn't even look at me properly. My heart is bitter ? "I feel so bitter ?"

Lu Mengke's smile did not decrease, it was as if he had been waiting for this scene for a long time. He swirled his wine cup, and as if he had inadvertently brought it up, he said, "If you want my father to look at you like this, that's simple.

Hearing that, Jiang Yu quivered and instantly sobered up.

"You can't read?" In the next day, a peerless man in black clothes climbed onto Qingning's bed with familiarity. The pinkish-purple bedcurtains fluttered with the wind, revealing the charming and sweet feelings of a lover.

How is this possible!" Back then, in order to study the ancient texts of the various pill scriptures, she had studied the oracle bone text from generation to generation. In this dynasty, she had studied the ancient texts from generation to generation, but this one was in traditional Chinese.

Since she could not trick him, she might as well just ask and answer him honestly. Beneath the blanket, Qingning stopped midway through as she rejected Qingning's action of getting undressed. Actually, she had no idea what was going on with this huge disaster.

The antidote was supposed to come in spring, but why was this person following him around every night?

The position of the tail had even shifted from the one half a meter away from Xiang Fei's bed to hers!

Did she really use a girl like her as a heating furnace?

To share a bed with others? Hey, Prince Rong you don't have to play like this!

Although every night, the two of them would fight for the sake of sleeping, Qingning had to cover his upper body with his blanket tightly, as if he was going to fight for every inch of the ground. He raised his long legs, and kicked towards Qin Huo.

Qin Huo was unsatisfied and unhurriedly used his hand to block her attack, while his other hand continued to pull on his blanket.

Instead, he touched a soft, semicircular object with patterns at the side. In front of him was a slender belt, Qin Huo held the thing in his hand and asked curiously: "What is this? It's quite novel! "