Chapter 195 Itchy
The swelling snowflakes have been falling until the lights are on.
It was cold outside the house, but it was as warm as spring, and the sound of pleasant piano was heard.
Wei Mingliang sat behind the long table, stretched his left leg, bent his right leg, gently shook the wine in the glass, and looked at the two on the table with passionate peach blossom eyes. Zhang Hua.
A picture is painted with a thin eunuch, and a picture is painted with a palace maid wearing a cloak.
Same eyes, same person.
What is special about it?
Two "dong dong" sounds, and the door was knocked.
Wei Mingliang raised his hand and the sound of the piano stopped suddenly. He asked, "What's the matter?"
The maid pushed the door and lowered her head and said, "Your Highness, Princess Meizhen is in a bad state and is not convenient to come."
"I'm ill?" Wei Mingliang was a little surprised. "What disease? Can you see Taiyu?"
"The third prince is guarding Princess Meizhen's room, and an old doctor is treating Princess Meizhen." The maid looked up and said, "The third prince drove me out as soon as he saw me. I didn't see Princess Meizhen, I don't know how I was."
Wei Mingliang was not surprised that Yin Taiyu could do this. When the incident happened, there was no intention of blaming her, and waved her hand to signal her to step down.
The door is closed again.
Wei Mingliang raised his wine glass and drank it all. He looked at the painting and reached for the wine pot. However, he felt a smooth hand and smelled a sweet powder at the end of his nose. fragrant.
The beauty playing the piano held the jade pot and filled the wine glass. "Sensible." Wei Mingliang smiled and hooked her sharp chin. The beauty sneered and snuggled into his arms softly.
In the past, the man holding her would always whisper to her and say something shameful, but today there was no movement.
The beauty looked up in confusion, and saw that Wei Mingliang didn't look at her at all. Her eyes were slightly condensed and she stared at the portrait without blinking.
She was unhappy and turned her head to look at the portrait, with red lips slightly pouting: "I am sore when I play my hand so hard that I never looked at me, but I was fascinated by her."
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The words were full of jealousy, and Wei Mingliang looked down at the person in his arms.
"Isn't I beautiful?" The beauty raised her snow-white arms and wrapped around his neck. Her soft body clinged to him like a snake. Her eyes were affectionate, and her words were even softer. "Your Highness only looked at the paintings If I don’t look at my family, I will not rely on it if I favor one or the other. "
"How can she compare with you?" Wei Mingliang chuckled, raised the beauty's chin, and fed the wine glass to her lips.
The beauty obediently opened her mouth, and she just wanted to take a sip, but unexpectedly, someone squeezed her chin and filled her cup.
Although the wine is fragrant, it is strong. It is poured into her throat, as if she has swallowed a knife. She choked her coughing continuously, and her snow-like cheeks are red, as if she has a layer of gorgeous rouge.
"Is it still comparable?" Wei Mingliang lifted a strand of her hair, and his tone was smiling. "Your Highness will bully me." The beauty buried her head in his arms, not daring to say those sour words.
Wei Mingliang raised his hand and stroked her back, "I have something I can't figure out."
"Your Highness is so smart, what can stump Your Highness?" The beauty came from his arms. Come out, and tilt your head and peck at his neck lightly.
Wei Mingliang let her do it, but his eyes looked at the painting, "What are the reasons why a high-powered person values a humble person?"
The beauty stopped, turned her head to look at the painting, and asked, "Are you talking about two men, one man and one woman?"
Wei Mingliang said, "One man and one woman."
The beauty asked again, "What Your Highness is talking about is the person in the painting?"
"Yes." Wei Mingliang leaned back.
The beauty knelt up, pinched his shoulders obediently, and asked, "Is that man your highness?"
"No."
Hearing this, the beauty was a little surprised. She turned her head and looked at the two portraits again, focusing on the portrait of the woman.
If you dress up carefully, you will also be a beauty.
She chuckled and said, "Why did Your Highness forget? Heroes have been sad to pass the beauty since ancient times."
The love between men and women? Wei Mingliang felt that it was not the case, and he asked, "What else?"
"Also?" the beauty thought for a while and asked, "What are the special abilities of this woman?"
Wei Mingliang really couldn't answer. He was very brave, very good at lie, or very good at kicking people?
He thought for a while and barely found one from the information he had investigated, "The tea is good." The beauty: "...Is that man a tea lover?"
Wei Mingliang shook his head.
The beauty frowned and thought carefully, saying, "Maybe she has a crush on this person."
"How to solve it?" Wei Mingliang reached out and put the person in his arms. "It's not about loving his shape, but about making his shape." The beauty lay obediently in his arms and chanted this sentence softly.
This sentence comes from "Zhuangzi", Wei Mingliang has read it and knows its meaning.
But it is because I know that I think... absurd.
He suddenly lost his sense of fun, let go of the beauty, called the maid in, and asked, "Are Yao Zhou back?"
Yao Zhou was the guard who stopped Chu Liuzheng this morning.
The maid said, "Go back to Your Highness, Lord Yao has never come back."
I haven't come back yet.
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Wei Mingliang frowned: "When he comes back, ask him to come and see me immediately."
"Yes." The maid took the order out.
The beauty poured wine and handed it to him, and Wei Mingliang took it and drank it all.
Put down the wine glass, he raised his hand and touched his lips, feeling itchy.
It seems like there are bugs crawling on it.
He thought it was so spicy that he rubbed it with his fingertips twice, but not only did it not relieve it, but it became worse and worse, so itchy that he unconsciously scratched his nails. "Your Highness!" The beauty exclaimed, rushed over and grabbed his hand that was scratching, "I can't scratch it anymore, I'll scratch it."
Wei Mingliang was stunned and lowered his head. Look.
The fingertips were stained with blood, and there were dandruff in the cracks of the nails.
It really got scratched.
But...it's still itchy.
The itchy feeling seemed to come out of the bottom of my heart, making people want to pull off the piece of flesh on their mouth.
He raised his hand again to scratch his lips.
"Your Highness, you can't scratch anymore." The beauty grabbed Wei Mingliang's hands, "What's wrong with you?"
"Itchy." Wei Mingliang bit his lip hard, and one side of his canine teeth Embed into the meat and gradually tasted a rust smell.
The pain seemed to relieve a little itchy, but the next moment, itchyness surged, itchy along the chin to the neck, itchy to the palm of the hand, and itchy to the back of the hand.
It seems that my whole body is itchy.
Itchy, itchy.
It was like a group of ants emerged from the bone crack, crawling around in the body along the blood vessels, and then biting the hole and continuing to crawl on the skin.
Invisible and intangible.
There is only one word left in my mind: itchy.
Wei Mingliang shook off the beauty and held his hand, grabbed and scratched it hard, and in just a moment, there were bright red blood marks on the clean skin.
He scratched himself madly, scratching him with blood, as if he had lost his sense of pain.
The beauty looked at this scene in horror, and the voices of shouting were trembling: "Come on, come on! Something happened to your Highness! Go and invite the doctor!!"
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"Sir, hurry up, Your Highness is poisoned!" Tuoba Yong dug out Zhao Shiqi from the quilt, carried it on his shoulder with his backhand, and ran out.
The confused Zhao Shiqi asked him to wake up, but he almost broke up when he was let go of Tuoba Yong. "Sir, go and see Your Highness." Tuoba Yong separated the crowd and carried him to the bed like a chicken.
Zhao Shiqi didn't care about being held indecently. When he looked at it, his eyes widened and he said in a daze: "How could this happen?"