Han Shan Wen Picked Up

"Find out who that person is?"

The night wind blew, and the dim light within half an inch of the candle was dim. Meng Yu sat quietly beside the bed in a purple robe, and the cold wind poured in from the window, making the eyes of the person on the bed heavy.

The attendant leaned over and said, "It is said that he is a medicated food guy in this inn, and his brain is not very good..."

"Medical diet buddy?" Meng Yu snorted lightly, "Will the medicinal diet buddy recognize this hundred-legged poisonous insect?"

"Then what the lord means..." The attendant pondered over his words, fearing that if he was not careful, he would make Meng Yu angry again, "I will immediately send someone to arrest this inn..."

"That's all." Meng Yu suddenly smiled uncharacteristically, looked back at Lu Qingzhu, who had a pale face, and brushed his fingertips inch by inch on the cold skin: "This time it's up to his own fate."

The attendant nodded in response and then backed out.

It wasn't long before the sound of the wind outside the house subsided, and a drizzle of rain rang again. Meng Yu bent down and looked down at the person who was not sleeping soundly, staring at the face and smiling, "Have you had enough sleep?"

As soon as the words fell, Lu Qingzhu slowly opened his eyes, looked at the face close at hand and smiled a bit ugly: "The prince is so late and still doesn't rest, isn't he afraid of getting old before he gets old?"

"Ben Wang's heart has long been exhausted and dried up." Meng Yu looked at him with a low smile, and stroked the unhealed wound on the side of his face with his fingers: "What's the difference between old and young? Don't you wholeheartedly look forward to this one?" Did Wang die early, and how can I have the opportunity to wait for my dying years?"

Lu Qingzhu looked at him and said nothing.

A moment later, Meng Yu picked up something and threw it on Lu Qingzhu's face with his fingertips. Lu Qingzhu was startled, and reached out to take the thing. It was the sachet that Meng Huaizhun had given him earlier.

Meng Yu got up and sat down on the side of the bed with a haughty face: "If I'm not mistaken, this is a kind of spice called toxin from the Western Regions, right?"

As he spoke, his eyebrows and eyes slightly raised, the candlelight poured in, and his expression became deep: "Toxic poison is extremely poisonous, and there are many methods available, such as food, incense, and lipstick, but all of these methods without exception cause heart paralysis. , poisoned to death."

Seeing Lu Qingzhu's silence, Meng Yu continued to laugh and said, "Why are you wearing this kind of thing? Who gave it to you?"

"..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it." Meng Yu smiled relievedly, completely gone from his previous preoccupied look: "This king knows what's on your mind."

After speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hand and unbuttoned his outer robe, leaving only a thin white singlet, then turned over and got under the quilt. Lu Qingzhu froze and felt a pair of powerful arms wrapped around him again, and Meng Yu felt hot all over his body. People are surprised.

He turned his face to the side, only feeling a burst of warm breath on his face, he caught a glimpse of King Yong's pale face from the corner of his eye, and was surprised for a moment.

"Toxic poison is highly toxic, but it can attack poison with poison. Maybe the centipede poisonous insect in your body can be lured out by this."

The voice next to his ear was extremely low, Meng Yu buried his head in his neck, and his intimate behavior made people feel confused, but Lu Zhizhu was extremely disgusted, and the poisonous insect in his stomach began to writhe again, the feeling of unbearable pain Make him a little crazy.

As he said that, he felt that hand slipping down into an unspeakable place. Meng Yu suddenly turned over and pressed on him, took off his clothes for him, and pressed his fingers inch by inch on the naked skin. Lu Qingzhu's body was convulsed and stiff, no matter what, he couldn't bear Meng Yu's tossing like this.

The blood on his body burst open, but Meng Yu licked and licked his skin as if he didn't see it. Seeing Lu Qingzhu's eyelashes trembling slightly, he suddenly smiled and said, "If you want to scream, just scream, why bother pretending?" That disgusting look."

Lu Qingzhu opened his eyes to look at him, his eyes were dim, and after a while he murmured, "Don't you think it's despicable for the prince to take advantage of others' danger?"

But Meng Yu sneered, thrust his fingers in, and penetrated effortlessly: "If this king wants to fuck you, he can do it at any time. What kind of thing do you really think of yourself?"

This tone... is really like the tone of your Meng family.

There was a sneer in Lu Qingzhu's heart, but his face softened, he didn't compete with Meng Yu anymore, and tried to relax his body so as not to make himself feel more uncomfortable.

After a while, Meng Yu suddenly took the sachet by the side with one hand, and poured out all the lavender fine powder inside, Lu Qingzhu was quietly surprised by the side.

Meng Huaizun had told him that this thing should not come into direct contact with the skin, otherwise it would be easily poisoned. Now that Meng Yu is so bold, is it possible...

Before he had time to think about the doubts in his heart, Meng Yu directly reached out and stabbed the spices stained on his fingers into his back.

"you……"

A burning sensation rose from the lower abdomen, and the intense burning caused the poisonous insects in his body to bite crazily. Lu Qingzhu suddenly opened his eyes wide and screamed in pain.

But Meng Yu didn't give him a chance to struggle, he wrapped his arms around his waist and made him turn over, and buried himself deeply.

……

I don't know how long it took, until the ups and downs of the light rain finally calmed down, the cold wind outside the house suddenly stopped, and all the pain was wiped out along with the sweat.

Lu Qingzhu panted and lifted his waist. Although his lower body was still swollen and painful, the poisonous insects in his body seemed to have no response, and his body seemed to gradually recover his strength. He moved his body carefully, and the quilt covering his waist slipped down. , revealing plain muscles and lines.

Just a slight glance, only to find that Meng Yu was slumped on the bed, his face was obviously paler than before, and a layer of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

Heartbroken, he tentatively stretched out his hand, but before he could reach his eyes, someone grabbed his wrist in mid-air.

Prince Yong laughed softly as he looked at him, his handsome and flawless smiling face was extremely feminine.

"Why? This king saved your life. You are not grateful, but you want to take advantage of others?"

Lu Qingzhu looked at him expressionlessly. Although the two met each other sincerely, they had different thoughts, and said lightly, "Your Majesty's words are serious."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pressed Meng Yu's shoulder, turned his wrist over and over again, directly suppressed Meng Yu, and then twisted his fingers into a knife with the other hand to quickly cut Meng Yu's neck.

"Cough cough." Prince Yong coughed lightly with a leisurely expression, looked up at Lu Qingzhu with a cold expression above his head and said, "Stop pretending? Are you going to kill me while I'm sick?"

"Are you sick?" Lu Qingzhu asked without answering, and erased the usual disguise, and the former Lu Xiangyi seemed to have returned to Meng Yu's eyes.

For a while, I couldn't say whether it was nostalgia or something, after all, I used to pretend to be best friends, Meng Yu raised his eyebrows: "I thought you had already seen it?"

After saying this, Lu Qingzhu stretched out his hand to probe his tongue, but Meng Yu's face suddenly turned cold. Even though he was restrained under him at this time, his usual domineering and ruthless attitude did not diminish in the slightest.

"Things that make an inch of their feet, don't think that you can do something to me just because I give you a good face!"

Lu Qingzhu looked at him and said nothing. Although Meng Yu's face was pale at this time, and he was obviously mentally ill, but according to his character of a Yongwang, he would never tolerate anyone riding on his head.

What's more, if he made a move because of this, it would be difficult to protect himself. Maybe it was Meng Yu who left him a gap. If he took advantage of this, the sharpshooter who was ambushing outside the house would immediately kill him in the next second. An arrow pierces the heart.

After hesitating for a while, Lu Qingzhu finally withdrew his hand. After all, Lu Yangtong was still waiting for him at home, so he couldn't just act so selfishly and recklessly.

The moment he withdrew his hand, the expected slap was slapped up. Lu Qingzhu might as well have fallen to one side, but Meng Yu turned over and sat up, looking at him with a sullen expression.

"Take care of yourself, if you do it again next time, I will kill you immediately!"

A streak of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth unconsciously, Lu Qingzhu knelt on the bed and did not make a sound, but Meng Yu suddenly stretched out his hand to lift his robe and turned out of the door.

Outside the window, the drizzle wets the tiles, and everything is completely silent.