The prime minister.

The steam hit the girl, causing a reddish halo on the girl's fair face. Jiang Ling bit her lower lip, her wet hair hanging on the edge of the tub, and Aunt Qingju's words rang in her ears. She said she would meet her later.

How do you want to serve me?

How, serve.

It was the first time Jiang Ling heard Meng Lang's words like this.

Qingju pressed her body, and the milky white milk poured down from her neck, sliding wetly across her collarbone. Going further down, Jiang Ling was ashamed of feeling that inch, and turned her head away with a blushing face.

She didn't dare to listen any more.

But Qingju just wanted to "add fuel to the fire", opening and closing her lips, and the mist became more and more scorching. Jiang Ling lowered her wet eyelashes, and there were some traces of milk on her temples. Lvwu hurriedly handed over the handkerchief and replaced it inch by inch.

She wiped it clean.

"Madam, don't be alarmed. The slaves have specially prepared medicine for you. This is a lubricating pill. Mix it with warm water and rub it into the coat before use. Madam, just put one pill in it before having sex, and you will be able to avoid a lot of pain."

"No, that's not necessary."

Qingju shook her head, "Madam is still a virgin, and the Prime Minister is young and vigorous. Madam must take good care of her body."

Hearing this, Jiang Ling compromised, took the pills, and said to his left and right, "I'll just do it myself."

Lu Wu and Qing Ju turned around obediently and did not look at her.

The coating of the pill was extremely thin, and when placed in warm water, it almost burst with a pinch. Jiang Ling blushed and stuffed the pill in bit by bit, but in an instant, she felt an unwarranted heat flowing through her body.

The scorching gas climbed all the way up her neck, and Jiang Ling's whole body was like a ripe sweet potato.

After bathing and getting dressed up, Qingju and Luwu finally let her go. News came from the front yard that the prime minister had finished his dinner. Tingyun Pavilion and Zhengrong Pavilion were closely connected. If the prime minister returned to the house,

It will definitely pass through here.

There was a lamp in Tingyun Pavilion, and the courtyard door was ajar.

Lu Wu and Qing Ju waited nervously beside them. This scene actually made Jiang Ling feel a little restless.

There was another commotion, and she heard footsteps.

The girl subconsciously raised her chin and looked toward the courtyard door.

The footsteps are getting closer.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Jiang Ling tightened her fingers and held the handkerchief.

Four steps, five steps...

The man paused slightly.

But in just a moment.

——He passed by the entrance of the courtyard without taking another look this way.

…

Zhengrong Pavilion.

The windows were not covered, and there was a strong wind in the evening.

Autumn in Shengjing always comes very early, with a thin layer of frost accumulating on the cold branches, and the moonlight shining quietly through the screen window, quietly reaching the feet of the table.

In front of the case, a man sat upright.

He took off his official robe and put on a pear blossom snow suit, and now he is neatly dressed and holding this dossier.

Beside him, stood respectfully the guard named Tan Zhao. Perhaps he was bored late at night, and Tan Zhao was looking at him intently, a little lost in thought.

The wind blew by, gently blowing up the jade pendant tassels on the man's waist. When he walked, his thick eyelashes were lowered, and he held up his pen beside the moon, he could vaguely see his character.

Anyone who met his prime minister for the first time thought he was a gentle and noble scholar.

He likes white clothes and wears pure white jade, and he always looks modest and gentle. Even in his beautiful black and white eyes, people can often detect a bit of boundless love and compassion.

He is like the snow on the top of the mountain, cold, holy and pure, purifying the world.

Only after getting along with him for a long time can we realize how cold and heartless his heart is underneath this face like a holy father.

Tan Zhao came to his senses as the fragrance of Buddha burst out, and stepped forward to add a lamp to him.

"Mr. Prime Minister, it's the middle of the night. Mr. Prime Minister, make sure to get some rest."

Seeing that his body had not moved, Tan Zhao advised again:

"The turmoil in the Lu family has been settled. Zhang, Guo and others have lost their backbone and are leaderless. They will never dare to challenge you, the prime minister. Tomorrow you will go to the palace to meet the saint, so don't get too exhausted."

After hearing this, he slowly put down his pen.

He rubbed his temples and handed a list of names to Tan Zhao, who immediately understood. After giving all these instructions, the man raised his eyes and looked out the window, only to find that the lights of Tingyun Pavilion were brightly lit, as if he was waiting for something.

Seeing this, Tan Zhao bowed slightly and reminded: "Master Xiang, do you want to go to Tingyun Pavilion? The person living in Tingyun Pavilion now is your new wife."

lady.

Upon hearing these two words, Bu Zhan's expression did not move at all.

"It's the marriage you went to the palace to ask for in front of the Holy One two months ago. It was the wedding between you and your new wife four days ago."

four days ago.

Bu Zhan thought about it, it was the day the Lu family was raided.

He straightened his sleeves and his eyes were cold.

Looking around, the lights in Tingyun Pavilion are as clear as day, even brighter than the moonlight. The rules in the capital have always been like this. The head of the house has not gone to bed, and lights must be hung high in each courtyard. Until the head of the house calls out the lights, or somewhere

When you rest in a courtyard, the lights in that courtyard can be dimmed.

Tan Zhao looked at the light for a moment and tentatively said:

"Master Prime Minister, do you... want to go over tonight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Zhao realized that he had made a mistake.

Sure enough, the next moment, he heard a sentence without any emotion:

"Lights out."
Chapter completed!