After dressing as a demon, I accidentally deceived the feelings of my old enemy

Chapter 41

Wen Bie had to confuse the two, and was already angry, Feng Ce had to compromise: "I listen to you."

Wen Bie lowered his head and covered Feng Ce's lips, and licked it with the tip of his tongue before letting go. Faced with Feng Ce's softness, his anger had already subsided, so he asked him, "Why are you investigating the Twelve-Yin Pavilion?"

Feng Ce asked back, "What about you?"

Wen Bie leaned down and circled him, then picked him up, placed Feng Ce on the bed, and covered his lips again: "I'm investigating the Demon Building in the Demon Realm."

Feng Ce only felt that his warm breath was intertwined with his own, and the tip of his nose was full of his smell.

"The Demon Building is the Twelve-tone Pavilion?"

"uncertain."

Wen Bie's kiss had already wrapped around his neck, Feng Ce's breath was gradually stopped, the place where he had been kissed felt like ants had crawled over, it was very itchy.

"Are you hard?" Feng Ce asked him.

Wen Biehui: "Not there yet."

Feng Ce let him go, and probably didn't resent being touched by him, until Wen Bie reached out and pulled his collar away, revealing most of his body, and the pain in his collarbone made him push him away.

"hiss--"

Feng Ce took a deep breath, touched his collarbone, and found that he was biting here bleeding.

Feng Ce was somewhat displeased, and stretched out his blood-stained hand: "Tell me, why?"

Could it be a shaking s?

Instead of not answering him, Wen asked the last question: "What is your purpose?"

Feng Ce withdrew his hand, wanting to pull up his clothes and put them on, but Wen Bie held his hand to stop him, Feng Ce raised his eyes to look at him, wondering what exactly he was going to do.

"Find out the origins of the master and deputy master of the Twelve-tone Pavilion, and whether what happened in the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Marquis' Mansion ten years ago has anything to do with them."

Wen Bie slightly opened the hem of his clothes with his fingers, and stuck his whole hand in.

Fingers slid across the bulge on his right chest, but Wen Bie's warm palm seemed extraordinarily cold at this moment, wrapping the bulge.

Feng Ce's face turned red immediately, and he watched his troubled hands want to sit back a little, and because of his excitement, his breathing also became rapid, following the heaving of his chest.

Feng Ce could see the shape of his hand printed on the front of his right chest.

Wen Bie replied lightly: "I'll help you check."

"Hand...let go first."

Feng Ce watched him twitch and twiddle his fingers, and a strange sense of joy made his brain tense.

Wen took out his hand disobediently, and the finger that had touched his chest touched his lips again. With a little force from his index finger, he opened his teeth, and then inserted his two fingers into his tongue.

Feng Ce immediately grabbed his wrist, took a lot of effort to take out his hand that was covered with his body fluid, but he wiped the blood oozing from his collarbone with his wet finger, and put it in his mouth to lick it.

Feng Ce raised his sleeves and wiped the body fluid leaking from the corner of his mouth, panting and watching his very erotic movements, he immediately tidied up his clothes.

Wen Bie was cool, handsome and good-looking, and he didn't change his face when he made such obscene gestures, Feng Ce couldn't be bothered to scold him with obscene and shameless words.

Wen Bie looked at Feng Ce's shy and indifferent appearance, and couldn't help teasing: "There will be more marriages."

Feng Ce only felt his scalp go numb, and with a blushing face, he said, "Let me take it easy."

After a moment of silence, Feng Ce looked up at him standing in front of him, and asked, "Have you ever had a Taoist companion?"

Wendy shook his head.

Feng Ce: "Have you ever dated someone?"

Wen Bie: "No."

Feng Ce was even more puzzled. It was the first time that he could play tricks?

Feng Ce continued to ask: "Why do you do this?"

Wen Bie tilted his head slightly and looked at him in doubt and asked, "What?"

Feng Ce's ears turned red, "What you did to me just now."

Wen Biehui: "It's in your erotic book."

Feng Ce's mind went blank, and seeing Wen Bie's lack of response for a long time, he finally managed to stand up from his limp body, and said, "I'll study hard when I go back."

Wen don't say: "I can feel it, you like it very much."

Feng Ce thinks that Wen Bie might be crazy, he can say anything.

"No."

Feng Ce immediately denied it.

Wen Bie looked at Feng Ce who was leaving, and said, "I have nothing to do tonight, I will go sleep with you."

The alliance was not formed, but Wen Bie was asked to play a game. Feng Ce was very annoyed, thinking that he shouldn't come to see him today.

Wen Bing's hand on the right chest seemed to be still covering it, and was being pulled by the cloth.

The subtle pleasure/sensation seems to be lingering.

Feng Ce left Yuwu and went back to Hou's mansion first, entered the room and closed the door, took off his upper body clothes to look at his right chest, except for the slightly red place where he touched it, there was nothing else.

After changing clothes, it was lunch time, so I went directly to eat.

In the afternoon, some students had already left the Gongyuan ahead of schedule.

It's still raining, but not too much.

Feng Ce went to the Twelve-tone Pavilion after he came out of the Hou's mansion, because he found that Yu Wu hadn't come back, and he was with Nie Yang and Rong Ying, so he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

When I went to the Twelve-tone Pavilion, I found Yuwu lying on the table, and Ye Shaoqing was sitting opposite him, flipping through a book.

Seeing Feng Ce approaching, Ye Shaoqing closed the book and said, "You little guard seems to be drunk."

Feng Ce sat down and asked him, "What book are you reading?"

Ye Shaoqing smiled: "The art of war."

Feng Ce reminded him: "I see that someone has already returned from the Gongyuan."

"So soon? Didn't Yilan come out?" Ye Shaoqing looked out the window, seeing the hazy spring rain, then got up to put away the book, and said, "I'm leaving first, and the prince will see you later."

Feng Ce taps him, and then waits for Yu Wu to wake up.

Youshi, close the scroll and clear the field.

Ye Shaoqing was holding an umbrella in front of the tribute courtyard and watching many people coming out in a file. Because of the rain, they could only see oil-paper umbrellas when they looked up densely.

"Shaoqing,"

Suddenly a person came under Ye Shaoqing's umbrella, that person was He Qianqing, she put away the umbrella in her hand, and patted him on the shoulder, "Who are you looking for?"

"You came out early?" Ye Shaoqing saw that He Qianqing had just arrived, "How do you feel?"

He Qianqing is full of confidence: "Naturally!"

It didn't take long for most of the candidates to leave, and there were only a few candidates without umbrellas standing under the eaves. He Qianqing saw Lin Yanru immediately ran from under Ye Shaoqing's umbrella, and opened the umbrella.

Ye Shaoqing also saw Xu Yilan. Xu Yilan was sent by him in the morning, so he didn't have an umbrella to cover the rain. He walked over, and Xu Yilan got under his umbrella.

He Qianqing rushed to Lin Yanru, grabbed his hand, and said with a smile, "I'm here to pick you up."

Lin Yanru raised his hand and rubbed her head: "Go back."

He Qianqing smiled stupidly, but when he turned around, he saw Ye Shaoqing and Xu Yilan leaving, and shouted, "Ye Shaoqing, wait for me!"

Ye Shaoqing ignored He Qianqing, and when Xu Yilan came out, he just talked to him.

There is another literary test for the martial arts exam tomorrow, and Xu Yilan has to prepare for it, and the martial arts exam that fell today has to be made up the day after tomorrow.

Yu Wu fell asleep lying on his stomach and saw Feng Ce in a daze, so startled that he suddenly woke up.

Feng Ce just said to him: "It's already Youshi."

"My subordinate, go here."

Yu Wu didn't dare to stay for a moment, for fear that Feng Ce would scold him bloody, and after being reminded by Feng Ce, remembering that Leng Zhu had finished the exam, he immediately got up and stared at Leng Zhu's exam paper to prevent being tampered with by Qing Qing.

When he was going out, he bumped into He Qianqing and Ye Shaoqing. Ye Shaoqing was about to shout, but he rushed into the rain without an umbrella.

He Qianqing: "What's the matter?"

Ye Shaoqing shook her head: "It should be because the prince scolded you for drinking?"

After putting away the umbrella, they went to the second floor. Seeing that Feng Ce was still there, Ye Shaoqing went over and patted him on the shoulder: "Your Majesty, let's go to the wing room for a drink, I treat you!"

Feng Ce looked at the dark sky outside and said, "I have to go home and eat."

After Feng Ce left, the four of them went to the wing room for dinner. After dinner, when He Qianqing and Ye Shaoqing returned to the mansion together, the rain had stopped, and He Qianqing suddenly dragged Ye Shaoqing into a side alley.

He Qianqing seriously explained to him: "Shaoqing, if I fail to go to the Gongyuan to take the literary test tomorrow, you must go to my house to find me."

Ye Shaoqing was yawning, but she stopped yawning and asked, "What happened?"

He Qianqing waved his hands to leave: "It's okay, just remember what I said."

Ye Shaoqing nodded, watched He Qianqing leave, and said: "Be careful."

He Qianqing turned around and smiled: "I know."

She walked all the way home with an umbrella, and lingered at the door of the house for a long time, looking at the "General's Mansion" but dared not go in. It was a young man who opened the door and saw He Qianqing, and shouted: "Miss, why don't you call me a little girl when you come back?" open the door."

He Qianqing smiled at him: "I just came back."

At night, He Ganqing tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep at all, so he lit the lamp and took out the scroll to read, when someone knocked on the door and came in, it was the maid who was serving her, and the maid brought chicken soup for her.

After He Qianqing drank it, he felt drowsy not long after. He told the servant girl to wake her up tomorrow, and then fell asleep.

The next day was sunny, raindrops were hanging on the young green leaves, and the birds were jumping and chirping on the jujube tree that had just sprouted new branches and leaves in He Qianqing's yard.

He Qianqing was woken up, saw the sun shining through the window, and sat up in a jerk, realizing that it was getting late, so he immediately got up and dressed, and called the maid, but no one responded.

When I went to open the door, I found that the door was locked.

Liu Benxu's vicious words after the martial arts exam yesterday echoed in his ears: "He Qianqing, don't be too proud. It's still the same thing whether you can come for the literary exam tomorrow. It's better to wait for me in the next life!"

He Qianqing only spat at him.

If I had known that he would be scrapped, I would not take the essay test together.

He Qianqing was furious at this time, and wanted to go to the window, but the window was nailed to death, and she might not be able to hear the door lock, but such a loud noise from nailing the window wouldn't wake her up, so she thought The chicken soup that the servant girl gave her last night probably contained sleeping pills.

Who else could the maid serve chicken soup for, except for He Yihuan, who was in cahoots with Liu Benxu? He Yihuan is the third son of the General's House. Fix her.

He Qianqing yelled: "He Yihuan, open the door for me!"

At this moment, He Yihuan looked at He Qianqing's room with a smile outside the courtyard, and told a few servants: "You guys look after me, if you let her go out, I'll come back and break your legs."

"Yes, third son."

He Qianqing kicked the door again, and found it was useless, so she could only sit down and think of a solution.

It was time to start the exam, Xu Yilan had already entered the Gongyuan, Ye Shaoqing suddenly remembered what He Qianqing said to him last night, and he didn't see He Qianqing all morning.

He immediately went to the Twelve-tone Pavilion, asked Lin Yanru, and after confirming that she hadn't appeared, he rushed to the General's Mansion.

When I got downstairs, I saw that Yin Bingyu was going out too. Seeing him in a hurry, Yin Bingyu asked, "Shaoqing, what happened?"

Ye Shaoqing hurriedly asked her: "Ayin, did you see everything clear?"

Yin Bingyu shook her head.

Ye Shaoqing: "Something must have happened to Qianqing, she must be locked up in the mansion and not let her take the exam."

Yin Bingyu: "I'll go with you."

As soon as Ye Shaoqing and Yin Bingyu entered the general's residence, they were bumped into by the third lady of the general's residence.

The third lady, He Mingyue, was accompanied by a few maids, and was about to go out to do the shopping. The two people who hurried into the mansion seemed to have malicious intentions, not to mention that they both went to He Qianqing's friends, but Ye Shaoqing was the only son of the prime minister. She came here to find He Qianqing, but she always wanted to please him. If she could get his favor and marry into the prime minister's mansion, she would be superior to others.

She bowed to Ye Shaoqing, and said softly: "Why did Mr. Ye come to the house so early in the morning, Yue'er is going to tell mother about the visitor."

Ye Shaoqing hurriedly stopped her: "Miss Mingyue, I'm here to look for Qianqing, where is she now?"

He Mingyue pretended to be surprised: "Isn't today a literary test? I saw Sister Qing'er and went out around Chen Shi."