The Concubine of Transmigration is Difficult

Chapter 51
Out of the sight of the eldest princess, Shang Kun stopped at the foot of the jade steps outside the eaves, and Yijun almost threw himself on his back following the inertia.A nameless fire rushed to her heart, and she became someone else's doll for no reason.Come as soon as you say, leave as soon as you say, no one has asked her if she is willing or not, all of them have a high attitude that playing with you is to think highly of you.

"Master Hou." Yijun raised his voice, and almost screamed in the next moment, that pervert Shang Kun hugged her horizontally, and his body suddenly flew into the air.Can she say she can't move at all!
Her hands, feet, and limbs were tightly bound by him, and the man's arms were strong and powerful. All her struggles ended in vain, and even her lips were lightly pressed by one of his fingers, making her unable to make a sound.

Yijun's head was half resting on Shang Kun's shoulder. Looking up from her angle, the man's jaw and neck were tense, the corners of his lips were tightly pressed, and his black pupils radiated coldness. first side.

Yijun realized that he was undoubtedly dangerous and aggressive at this time, so she wisely kept her mouth shut and resigned herself to fate.

The other people in the courtyard saw a scene that shocked them. The rumored unfeminine young master came out of the eldest princess's room with a happy face in his arms, and went back to the listening courtyard.

"Ah Yuan." Suddenly a female voice exclaimed, and all eyes turned to the person who spoke in an instant. He was also a stranger, and his clothes probably came from the eldest princess's mansion today.

"You know her?" I don't know who spoke first, more than a dozen young girls surrounded Qing Luo, interrogating her one after another.

Qing Luo knew that she had slipped her words, she nodded her head in a state of confusion, said a few perfunctory words, and hurried back to her residence, not understanding how Ah Yuan climbed up to the young master.

A small bundle at hand was half opened and tidied, and a corner of a peony picture that was only [-]% embroidered was exposed. The flowers were blooming gorgeously, which burned Qingluo's eyes.She grabbed the embroidered silk and stuffed it under the rattan box, closed the box lid with her hands, and wiped away tears with her back to the rich and noble people in the room. When she heard movement outside, she went to the bed and continued to put her belongings into the box. .

From the moment Lang Jun brought Ah Yuan out, Shang Xian never left or left. During this time, Lang Jun is most prone to anger, ranging from hurting people to hurting people, and even killing people.What's more, in order to make the eldest princess happy today, Mr. Lang stayed in the house for too long and kept suppressing his anger. When he goes back later, he still doesn't know how to vent his anger.

A strand of blue silk hangs down from the crook of Lang Jun's arm, sticking to the brocade robe and swinging back and forth.Shang Xian stared at it and clenched his fists.When he got rid of the miscellaneous people and entered the listening courtyard, he tried to get close to Mr. Lang, wanting to take over Ah Yuan.

Shang Kun listened to the wind to identify the person, kicked his confidant to the ground, kept his original speed and rushed into the house, and knocked on the door vigorously.

Yijun was finally able to speak, and protested vigorously: "Let go of me." The voice she made was so weak that she almost couldn't hear herself, because she was tightly held in Shang Kun's arms, her head and face buried in his chest, stuffy. I can't get angry.

His body was extremely cold, like a little snake raised by a former roommate, crawling across her wrist, the chilly touch was very uncomfortable.

She didn't understand what state Shang Kun was in now, and she was afraid of provoking him to ask for trouble, so she obediently stayed still.

One drop, two drops... The hot water drops fell on her forehead, Yijun secretly looked up, the person on top of his head was sweating like rain, bean-sized beads of sweat oozed from his pores in an instant, one drop The grains tumbled down like a magic trick.It's hard to imagine if you haven't seen it with your own eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" She couldn't help asking softly, but she couldn't get a response, she looked away, waiting for the passage of time, waiting for him to regain his senses and let her go.

In front of his eyes was his arm, covered with beads of sweat, densely packed like bugs.Yijun closes his eyes, the image in his mind is still lingering.Sighing secretly, she reached for the handkerchief, trying to wipe off the sweat for him.

She had just touched his arm, and before she could do anything, she was thrown out by a force.I don't know what happened, and a pile of things fell on my head and face. There was a sharp pain on my forehead, and hot liquid flowed down.

Really, there is no one more unlucky than her!

There was movement in the room, and Shang Xian rushed to the door of Lang Jun's room, but was caught by Qu Silang's cross arm halfway, and he threw out his elbow, causing Qu Silang to stagger and take two steps back.He rushed forward again, but was hugged from behind by someone.

"Ah Xian, don't do stupid things. It's useless if you go, Mr. Lang has specifically confessed that we are never allowed to break in at this time." Qu Silang almost gritted his teeth and said the above words.

Inside the wooden door a few steps away, there are Lang Jun who is having a fit, and A Fang.Shang Xian was slightly distracted, and his body was thrown into the courtyard.He didn't get up again, as if all the strength in his body had been used up long ago, he sat on the cold stone steps and kept watch until the middle of the night.

The crescent moon is half hanging in the eastern sky, the wind sweeps the leaves and rustles, and the lights in the house are still not lit, Shang Xian regrets for the first time.

(End of this chapter)