"Bitten by a dog." Meng Tangan lowered his eyes, straightened his collar, barely covered the red mark on his neck, and said casually, thinking of the scorching temperature.

Zhongcao, who was already over 20 years old this year, was still a young girl waiting to be married. She simply said: "What kind of dog is this! It's so vicious, it should be beaten to death with a stick!"

Meng Tangan said "Huh" and said nothing.

Maybe Zhong Cao never dared to dream that the dog she talked about was the dream lover of thousands of girls in Lin'an's boudoirs.

"Then Lin Yaksha is probably jealous of you, but the Third Prince treats you really special. Tangtang, you should try your best to become a member of the royal family and compare yourself to that dominatrix!"

If you can marry the third prince, even if you are a concubine, it will be a privilege that you will never achieve if you are a slave and a maid in your lifetime.

The moonlight shines in through the gap, and frost-white flowers bloom on the thin skirt of the snow shirt, reflecting the woman like a fairy.

Meng Tangan pursed her lips and smiled, pure and sweet.

Zhongcao couldn't stay here for too long, so he reluctantly left.

The woodshed was dim, with moonlight leaking through the crack in the door. Meng Tangan pushed more than half of the cakes in front of the health pot.

"Thank you."

Qi Lou was so proud that he wished he could go to heaven: "Now you know how powerful I am!"

He can bring everything together!

"If you don't eat, I will."

"Don't!!!"

Meng Tangan closed his eyes and rested, huddled in the corner habitually, calmly thinking about his next plan.

Xie Xun is a person who holds a high position, is romantic and arrogant, and is inevitably suspicious by nature. He will definitely check her out, but nothing will be found.

It is too difficult to gain trust.

It is rumored that Xu Beihou was not close to women and had a habit of cutting off his sleeves. He once skinned a beautiful woman who tried to crawl into bed and made a bone lantern. His behavior was cruel.

She had to find a chance to meet...and she couldn't be too deliberate.

Meng Tang'an has been a beauty-controller since he was a child, especially Xie Xunsheng's beauty, which can't be compared to all the modern fish put together.

Gradually an idea came into my mind, and the corners of my lips curled up into a smile.

I was enjoying eating the health pot when I suddenly vomited the tea.

Looking around blankly.

Who is having a bad idea?

The weather turns cold in autumn, and the woodshed is particularly cold. The coldness penetrates into the bones, making people's teeth chatter.

When it came to Haishi, Meng Tang'an felt a little sleepy and fell asleep slowly. Maybe he caught a cold and his face didn't look good.

…

"Mr. Lang..."

"Mr. Lang..."

"Be gentle, it hurts..."

It sounds like weeping, full of charm, and the lingering sickly voice can't stop talking after exhausting its words, like a cat whimpering, unable to beg for mercy.

Xie Xun suddenly woke up and sat upright.

The morning light shines in from the window, and the furnishings in the house are simple and exquisite, giving it a unique world.

The aftertaste has not faded, and the cry is still in my ears.

The touch of that drop of tear falling on my fingertips is hot.

Xie Xun froze for a moment, then lifted up the quilt and got down on the bed. His face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were dark and gloomy.

"Meng, Tang, An."

He chewed these three words with his lips and teeth, as if they could cut through the bones and blood, exuding a fierce anger and inexplicable meaning.

But there is no half-hearted affection.

"Master Hou, you're awake."

Seeing the man's loose red shirt, Yang Zhihua said respectfully.

Xie Xun stopped walking outside and said coldly: "The bedding has been changed."

Yang Zhihua was at a loss. Before she could ask, Xu Beihou had already thrown away his sleeves and left.

You're so good, why do you need to change the bedding?

Xie Xun had already walked out, but then turned back: "The bed has also been changed!"

"Master Hou, that bed is very expensive!!"

Thousand-year-old sunken wood!!

Silver! It’s all silver!!

Xie Xun smiled coolly: "Why, the Xu Beihou Mansion can't afford the silver?"

Yang Zhihua said humiliatedly: "...I can afford it."

Prodigal!!

Xie Xun was then satisfied and went to the study.

There is a parrot flapping its wings in the sky, flying around, with golden feathers on its head, like a crown on its head, majestic and high-spirited.

It seems to know that it is very valuable, and it proudly raises its head to show people its beautiful wings.

I don’t know where I heard it, and I started screaming.

"Meng Tang'an!"

"Meng Tang'an!"

For a time, this name echoed throughout the Xu Beihou Mansion.

The servants were confused.

Who do you dream about?

Soup??

Mr. Hou, do you want some soup?

Xie Xun glanced at him coldly. He was clearly smiling. Those bottomless eyes were so deep that there was no hint of a smile.

Parrot: "...Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

It seemed to know that it had to shut up, so it muttered over and over again, and flew away. Without looking, it bumped into the thousand-year-old peach tree. It was dizzy, got up with difficulty, and ran as if it was running for its life: "Shut up."

!"

"Gold." Xie Xun chuckled, said in a very dignified and unhurried manner, "Get over here."

Gold doesn’t want to roll away.

…

Lin Mansion.

Lin Zhengyuan has been very busy these days, and a big case like military supplies being robbed occurred in the court. He was naturally interested in vacating the position of Minister of Household Affairs.

Today we invite the Third Prince to a banquet to have a drink at the Lin Mansion.

Lin Zhengyuan is dressed in a green shirt. He is handsome and handsome, and he looks like a gentle and jade-like young man from aristocratic family.

The man next to him is dressed in noble and distant clothes, serious in speech and expression, and has the aristocratic air of a heavenly family.

Lin Han heard the news early in the morning and put on makeup for half an hour. She had already forgotten the news that Meng Tangan was still locked up in the woodshed. She held up her skirt and ran to the backyard, walking dignifiedly and slowly, far away.

See those two figures.

"I've met my brother, the third prince."

Lin Han was blessed with a blessed body and was dressed extremely gorgeously. She was wearing a long dress embroidered with gold silk and a jade leaf gold cicada hairpin in her hair, looking shy and timid.

Liang Jian looked indifferent and showed no reaction.

Lin Zhengyuan hummed softly, looked around Conglian beside her, and asked inadvertently: "Why isn't Meng Tangan with you?"

Cong Lian stood next to Lin Han with lowered eyebrows. She felt the young master's eyes on her, and her face turned red and her heart beat.

Thinking that the slap marks still remain on the face, I wonder if it will affect the perception? Some blame Lin Han.

Lin Han froze and said with a smile: "She occasionally felt cold and was recovering from her illness. She was afraid that she would not see anyone if she got over the illness."

Lin Zhengyuan asked anxiously: "Can I take medicine?"

Realizing his gaffe, he paused and said: "Let her have a good life."

"It just so happens." Liang Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, "I just got a thousand-year-old ginseng, let me make soup for her."
To be continued...