MTL - So Fragrant [Quick Transmigration]-Chapter 50

Chu Xia lowered his head and did not dare to look at Lu Cong in front of him. He nodded and gave a soft hum.

He felt that his visit to the Nanfeng Pavilion today was completely out of his mind, which was equivalent to washing himself clean and sending it to the tiger's mouth. At the beginning, the tiger happened to have a cold, and his eyes were not too big. I didn't recognize that this was a good piece of meat. When he reacted, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have bone residue left.

Chu Xia looked at the floor tiles under her feet. If Lu Cong couldn't give up on him this time, he would consider erasing this identity completely.

It happens that the first two worlds have accumulated a lot of points, and it should be no problem to exchange for two reliable golden hands. Wait for him to return to the palace and study it.

Lu Cong pinched his chin, Chu Xia's eyes reflected his appearance again, he asked Chu Xia, "You like that Zhou Gongzi so much?"

Chu Xia pursed her lips and did not speak, but her eyes were full of sadness. His reaction had already told Lu Cong the answer.

Lu Cong felt a pain in his heart, and he asked Chu Xia, "Who is your Zhou Gongzi?"

Chu Xia shook his head. In order to protect his lover, he wouldn't reveal any information about his lover to the fierce-looking man in front of him. He said painfully, "Don't ask, I won't know anything? said."

The boss looked at the two of them not far away, and couldn't stop admiring in his heart. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would want to applaud Chu Xia, look at this acting, and not sing, it would be a pity, no I know if there is any interest in teaching him to the little shepherds here. With this acting skills, why is it that their Nanfeng Pavilion is not popular in the capital.

Lu Cong is not someone who can force others emotionally. If you like it, you like it, if you don't like it, you don't like it. After all, the feelings you force are not true.

Back then? Lin Mengyue abandoned him and wanted to marry his younger brother, but then she failed, and she married into the palace again. He never wanted to change Lin Mengyue's mind, or find a way to prevent this from happening. Born, he just hoped that Lin Mengyue would return his mother's pendant.

But the man in front of him was different. Even though he knew that there was another person in his heart, Lu Cong still hoped that one day that person could become himself.

He can only love himself, he must love himself.

This kind of emotion is violent and baseless. He doesn't like this feeling of control, which makes him feel that he is no longer himself.

The man in front of him, this little shepherd, had such a great influence on him. In a sudden moment, Lu Cong would even think, if Chu Xia were to die now, would everything be okay? Go back to the past .

Chu Xia's eyelids jumped, and a strong murderous aura enveloped him in it. Is Lu Cong trying to kill himself? He thought he recognized his identity, but soon the murderous aura disappeared without a trace.

The hostility in Lu Cong's eyes gradually dissipated. He took a step back, sat down on a chair, raised his head and asked Chu Xia, "You like him, but does he like you?"

When Lu Cong looked directly at Chu Xia, he felt a little guilty and lacked confidence. He nodded and said, "Yes, of course."

Lu Cong asked leisurely, "Since he likes you, why didn't he redeem you from here?"

The corners of Chu Xia's mouth were a little sullen. Why did this brother have so many questions, why was he possessed by 100,000 people? He answered Lu Cong and said, "Young Master Zhou said, when next year, when the spring starts, he will redeem himself for me when he has enough money."

This step has already been asked, so there should be no need to ask further, but Lu Cong is still unwilling to let go? It seems that there is a voice telling him that he must get this person.

Lu Cong laughed suddenly, but there was no emotion in his voice.

The good, the bad, the happy, the angry, all vanished in this laughter of his.

Chu Xia: "..."

Can you not make it suddenly? Laugh bro, that sounds good? Scary.

Lu Cong stood up, took a step forward, took Chu Xia's hand, and led him to the second floor, "If he really likes you, let him come to me and tell me."

The corners of Chu Xia's mouth twitched, and she was speechless. Sure enough, if she told a lie, she would have to use a thousand lies to make up for it. I wonder if these thousand lies could completely hide this matter from Lu Cong.

He thought that Lu Cong should not be like this, that Lin Mengyue didn't love him, and he never pestered him. How could he be troubled when he got here.

Lu Cong brought Chu Xia to the room where they met for the first time. He sat on a chair and stared at Chu Xia for a long time. He never spoke. Chu Xia did not dare to be in his room. There was too much exposure in front of him, he kept his head down, didn't speak, and didn't move.

After an unknown amount of time, the shadow on the ground seemed to change direction. Chu Xia heard Lu Cong say to him, "Drink two glasses with me."

Chu Xia had already seen these drinks in the Nanfeng Pavilion. He didn't want to drink it again? After all, he couldn't relieve himself after drinking it, and he could only feel uncomfortable.

"What's the matter? You don't even want to drink two glasses with me?" Lu Cong raised his eyes and looked at Chu Xia.

Chu Xia faintly felt that he was being threatened. He came to the opposite side of Lu Cong, sat down, picked up the wine glass, and took a small sip. Lu Cong didn't mind. Just have a drink with yourself.

After only three or two drinks, Lu Cong's face flushed, his vision lost his focus, as if he was drunk.

He didn't say anything, but just drank blindly. Chu Xia put down the wine glass in his hand and stared at Lu Cong for a while. It was strange that the villain would have a bad drinking time.

After two more glasses of wine, Lu Cong was dazed, his brows slightly wrinkled, as if he was already drunk.

He poured himself another glass of wine. Now Chu Xia is not sure if Lu Cong will be drunk or not. He is so daring to reach out and grab Lu Cong's wrist, persuading him, "Don't. Drink it."

Lu Cong paused, looked up at Chu Xia, then obediently put down the wine glass in his hand, and whispered, "Well, I won't drink anymore."

He was like this, which reminded Chu Xia a little of Lu Cong's childhood.

Chu Xia sat beside Lu Cong and tapped lightly on his back. Lu Cong seemed a little sleepy, his eyelids drooped, the wine glass in his hand was poured, and some wine was spilled on his hand. He didn't care either.

Chu Xia looked around the room, but couldn't find a clean handkerchief, and pushed the door out.

After Chu Xia left, Lu Cong raised his head, his eyes were clear, and he looked half drunk. He propped his head up and looked in the direction of the door.

Chu Xia was different from the other servants in the Nanfeng Pavilion. There was hardly any trace of that kind of fat and dusty air on his body. In addition, when Lu Cong said that he was going to wrap him up, the boss behaved strangely. Lu Cong would naturally have doubts about Chu Xia's identity.

He doesn't think so? He thinks that Chu Xia was specially sent to design him. After all, what happened that afternoon was really a coincidence, but... Who is Chu Xia?

So far, Lu Cong has never associated Chu Xia with that dog emperor. Although he didn't see his appearance, such eyes would never appear on the face of the drowning emperor.

Thinking of the tenderness that appeared in front of him just now, Lu Cong's eyebrows gathered a little, is he doing this to himself, or is he doing this to everyone?

Thinking of this, Lu Cong felt ridiculous again, Chu Xia still had a young master Zhou in his heart, and it was a bit whimsical that he wanted to monopolize this tenderness.

After a while, Chu Xia came back and saw that Lu Cong was still lying on the table. He took the wet handkerchief and wiped off the wine stains on Lu Cong's hands and back, and removed the wine glasses and pots together. .

He heard Lu Cong's low voice, shouting, "Sorry..."

Chu Xia tidied up the table and came to Lu Cong's side. He leaned down and looked at his face. Seeing nothing unusual, he asked him, "What's wrong?"

Lu Cong didn't say anything, just repeated it in a hoarse voice. The blush on his face deepened, and there was a hint of confusion in his slightly opened eyes.

How is Chu Xia? It seems that he suddenly understands why he is uncomfortable.

Tell you not to drink, you won't listen, now? Who do you blame for your discomfort!

But now Lu Cong looks a bit pitiful in this way. When Chu Xia faced the villain, it was probably because he knew that this was the target of his mission, so he was extraordinarily soft-hearted.

Chu Xia helped Lu Cong to lie down on the bed. Lu Cong took his hand and didn't want to let go. He stared straight at Chu Xia. If he was awake, Chu Xia could still be with him. To be reasonable, but now? No matter what you say, Lu Cong won't listen.

Chu Xia took a deep breath and let it out slowly, resignedly undoing Lu Cong's belt.

Lu Cong's breath gradually intensified. After a long time, Chu Xia's hands and fingers became a little stiff. Lu Cong was finally satisfied. He leaned against the pillow behind him and sighed comfortably. Chu Xia stopped and looked at his hands. If you want to cry without tears, who can help you?

In the room, Lu Cong leaned forward a little, hugged Chu Xia, and put his head on Chu Xia's shoulder.

The smell of strong musk slowly spread out in the room, someone sighed softly, the warm breath lingered around them, Lu Cong closed his eyes, and after a while, his breathing was even. Come down, as if asleep.

Chu Xia laid him flat on the bed, adjusted him to a more comfortable posture, then sat beside the bed and boredly flipped through the Spring Palace album in the cabinet in the room.

It wasn't until evening that Lu Cong woke up, said goodbye to Chu Xia, and left the Nanfeng Pavilion. Chu Xia sat at the window and watched him disappear at the end of the long street, while the boss came in from outside and asked Chu Xia. Xia: "Young Master Chu, what are you going to do?"

Chu Xia covered her forehead and replied, "Let me think about it."

Why did Lu Cong take a fancy to himself? If you fall in love at first sight, you have to look at your face at least. Did he recognize himself, but his reaction didn't seem to recognize himself.

Chu Xia's original plan was to use the golden hand to completely obliterate his identity, but now he is a little hesitant. His mission is to appease the villain. It seems like adding fuel to the fire.

Even if he doesn't take the mission seriously, it's not good to ride on Lu Cong's head and dance.

Otherwise, he is not the emperor, and he came to the Nanfeng Pavilion to be a servant?

Chu Xia sneered, then his brain was kicked by a donkey.

After thinking about it, it is not impossible. The emperor is not like an emperor at all. He is governed everywhere, and he is always worried that he will be plotted against him. It is better to be a little herd and relax?

But if Lu Cong knew his identity, the final result would be that if he couldn't be the emperor, he would be gone.

How can it be so miserable?

Chu Xia changed clothes and sneaked back to the palace. After returning to the palace, he first ran to the imperial kitchen, found some cakes to pad his stomach, and by the way told the imperial chef a few new dishes and asked the imperial chef to try it. .

After coming out of the imperial kitchen, Chu Xia had not taken two steps when he heard someone calling him from behind, "Your Majesty."

He turned his head and saw the costumed imperial concubine trotting towards him, Chu Xia was startled and almost ran away.

Thinking of his identity, he stood firmly on the spot, and told the imperial concubine: "Go slowly, be careful of the child."

The imperial concubine smiled, and the radiance of the sky fell on the silk and satin on her body, which was full of brilliance. The emperor clearly still cared about him, why did he neglect her again during this time? She couldn't understand him a little bit.

"My concubine sees Your Majesty."

Chu Xia flattened the imperial concubine with an ordinary attitude and asked, "O concubine."

As soon as he called out, the imperial concubine angrily said to him, "Your Majesty used to call your concubine Yue'er?"

"Ah this..." Chu Xia was silent for a long time, this Yue'er? He really couldn't say it, so he simply changed the subject and asked, "What is the matter with the imperial concubine coming to me?"

The imperial concubine said to Chu Xia, "Is your concubine already good? I haven't seen Your Majesty for a few days. I miss you."

Chu Xia was really not used to dealing with a girl, especially this girl had a strong relationship with the original owner. He took a half step back calmly, slightly opened the distance between himself and Lin Mengyue, and treated her to her. He explained: "I am busy with state affairs during this time, and I have neglected you a bit. It is my fault. You should be well? Take care of yourself."

"Chen and concubine will meet," the imperial concubine did not believe that this faint-hearted monarch would one day work hard for state affairs, but he had the intention to hide it from her, and she couldn't ask any questions, so she could only say to Chu Xia with concern, " Your Majesty is also well? Well? Take care of your health."

Chu Xia responded perfunctorily and hurriedly returned to the bedroom with a group of palace servants.

The imperial concubine looked at Chu Xia's disappearing figure and fell into deep thought. The emperor must be hiding something from her.

Chu Xia tried to be a good emperor, but Baiguan didn't give him this chance at all. As long as he opened his mouth, no matter whether it was black or white, there would be a sound of flattery. However, if he did the real thing, not a single one.

If he was given some time to carry out a major blood exchange in this court, there might still be a chance to turn the tide, but he still had time.

It's hopeless, it's really hopeless, why don't you go to the Nanfeng Pavilion and be a clerk.

With this mentality, Chu Xia kept dragging it down. After the morning, he ran to the Nanfeng Pavilion outside the palace. Lu Cong came every day. Are you here to cheat? Rush.

Lu Cong never heard Chu Xia mention that Young Master Zhou again. He seemed to have completely cut off contact with that person. Lu Cong drank two more cups today, and after drinking, he watched Chu Xia two pages of Chun. Gong, Chu Xia has never been right on this matter, and commenting directly in front of Lu Cong sounded like some kind of invitation.

So when Chu Xia helped him to bed, Lu Cong rolled over and pressed Chu Xia under him, his fingers resting on his belt.

Chu Xia put her hands on his chest and refused, "No, no."

As he refused, he sighed silently in his heart, what a good villain, but unfortunately he can't.

If this thing on him was put on by Lu Cong, and it was seen by Lu Cong today, wouldn't it be all revealed? Even if it wasn't worn by Lu Cong, it would be embarrassing to be seen by others? Excuse me? .

Lu Cong frowned. When he saw Chu Xia for the first time, he was talking about Mrs. Zhao outside the young master of Zhou, his hand fell on Chu Xia's slender neck, and he asked him: " Since anyone can sleep with you, why can't I?"

Chu Xia scolded inwardly, okay? After a while? Only then did he realize who the group of people were, he whispered, "It's different, it's different..."

"What's the difference?" Lu Cong asked while pinching his chin.

Maybe it's because he made up all those Zhou Gongzi, Qian Yuan, and Zhao Da people, and Lu Cong really wanted to sleep himself. Chu Xia moved her lips: "...it's just different."

Lu Cong's heart softened for some reason, his hands fell on the mask, and asked him, "Let me see you, okay? No?"

Chu Xia raised her hand, landed on her own mask, looked straight at Lu Cong, and asked him, "Didn't you promise me not to see my appearance?"

Some time ago, Chu Xia said in front of Lu Cong that his appearance was ruined and he didn't want to show it to others, so he put on a mask, hoping that Lu Cong would not force him, and Lu Cong had just learned that he was dating that Zhou Gongzi again. Also not? Contact, naturally responded.

It was because of this that Chu Xia dared to run out of the palace chest day by day. Today, if he wanted to go back on this thing, Chu Xia wanted to bite him.

Seeing him staring at him, Lu Cong moved his fingers along the outline of the mask to his temples.

Angry?

Lu Cong wanted to laugh a little, and hugged Chu Xia, "I won't watch it, I won't watch it."

Anyway, just with these eyes, he can also recognize him.

Maybe one day, he believes that he will not hate him because of his appearance, and then he will be honest in front of himself.

"You sleep with me for a while?"

Lu Cong lay down with his arms around Chu Xia, as if only by his side could he get a little peace that he had never had before.

Chu Xia was not at ease, and told Lu Cong, "You can't move your hands or feet."

Chu Xia really can't believe it? I can't believe that this is what he can say.

Break the lock and kill me! Break the lock and kill me!

Lu Cong snorted. He slept honestly, but Chu Xia couldn't sleep. He rested his head with one hand, while the other hand gently traced Lu Cong's eyebrows.

The matter between Chu Xia and Lu Cong, he did not make a decision sooner, so he dragged it on day by day.

Lu Cong also wanted to redeem him from the Nanfeng Pavilion. Chu Xia returned to the palace and thought about it for a long time. If he really went back to his general's residence with Lu Cong, he would be equivalent to giving up his emperor completely. The identity of this emperor is meaningless, but if he disappears from the palace like this, I am afraid that there will be a lot of troubles.

Chu Xia felt that this matter needed to be carefully thought about. He did not reject Lu Cong, but only told Lu Cong that he should consider it.

In the palace, the noble concubine heard that the emperor was leaving the palace today, so she recruited her concubine into the palace.

They gave the Emperor Gou a medicine, and when they let him die, he would have to die, but they were afraid that after the Emperor Gou died, Lu Cong would rebel. For some time, for some reason, even the imperial concubine didn't want to see her, let alone listen to the imperial concubine's arrogance to get rid of Lu Cong.

"I heard that Lu Cong fell in love with a little waiter recently. He will always go to a Nanfeng Pavilion." He paused, kissed the imperial concubine on the shoulder, and continued, "We'll catch that little waiter. How about threatening him?"

The imperial concubine was a little suspicious and asked, "Just a servant? Can you make Lu Cong submit?"

"Anyway, he's just a small herd, and he can't make a big storm. If Lu Cong doesn't care, we have nothing to lose. If we care, it's even better. We catch it Because of his weakness, I am afraid that he will not obey."

The imperial concubine didn't think this method was so wise. If it didn't work well, it would only make a fool of herself, and if she really wanted to catch Lu Cong's weakness, it should be herself.

Otherwise, Lu Cong wouldn't have been able to survive in the frontier for so many years, and didn't dare to come back and take a look at himself.

Thinking of this, the imperial concubine couldn't help but chuckle.

When the man saw him smiling, he couldn't help but kiss him again. He reassured the imperial concubine and said, "Don't worry, I will? Put it all on the Emperor Dog, Lu Cong just goes to check, and in the end, he can only check. It was the hands of the emperor's people."