With a snort from Liancheng Mo, she was thrown off the horse's back with a push of his hand.

Mengying Lin staggered two steps before she stood firm. In spite of her own wolf, she rushed to Yisheng Lin and looked carefully at his injury. "Who hurt you?"

Yisheng looked at the direction of Liancheng Mo. His eyes sank, and he shook his head again. He did not speak.

"Don't be afraid, I won't let you be wronged!" Speaking words, Mengying Lin even felt depressed, but in front of Yisheng, she still chose to hold on to the end. If she was not depressed, would the child's heart be even less hopeless?

Seeing that Yisheng still did not speak, Mengying Lin was a little anxious. Although the child was small, he was surprisingly sensible. She knew that he was only worried about causing trouble for her.

She touched his head and whispered: "Yisheng, I told you that no matter what happen, I will stand in front of you, unless I am dead that I cannot protect you, otherwise, I will not let you be wronged."

"Don't die." Yisheng embraced her in fear, and a pair of tender hands held her in the waist.

The warmth lifted sweetness in her heart, and she clapped him gently on the back with her backhand.

This scene of sister and brother fell deeply into the deep eyes of Liancheng Mo, and suddenly made him laugh, but the laughter, with a certain degree of irony.

He plunged his horse into the yard and was greeted immediately. He pointed to the Yisheng Lin outside the door and asked, "Who hit him?

Several guards dressed up at each other's faces, but they all lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.

Liancheng Mo snorted coldly and said, "If you don't say that, you are all accomplices. Those who are not disciplined will be cut off from each other. "

In the yard, there were no other figures besides the guards. However, when the order of Liancheng Mo fell, they did not know where to go out.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. Your highness, please forgive me. Please forgive us for Miss Xiao's sake this time. Let's do it this time." One of the guards asked for mercy, and the others echoed.

But they were the guardians of Sister Xiao, and they were just obedient to their orders. The master was frightened and angry, so naturally they wanted the man to vent her anger. In this courtyard, the best way to vent their anger was to give birth to this humble bastard, isn't he Yisheng?

As soon as Mengying Lin approached the courtyard door with Yisheng, she heard these words. She was not angry at all. When she saw several guards being held down, she picked up a stone on the ground and rushed over without thinking.

So-called bitch fights were just like that.

They saw Mengying Lin handing stone ruthlessly and decisively and smashing those guards desperately. That momentum was to let the officers and men in the courtyard drew their lips and produced a chill.

Liancheng Mo was also stunned by the spicy of Mengying Lin. For a while, he forgot to stop her. He did not speak. The soldiers would not let go when they pressed the guards. So, after a while, the guards were all bloody.

Mengying Lin was too tired to stop, and felt some pain in her wrist, which made her sadly throw away the stone in her hand.

At the moment when the stone landed, she suddenly stiffened, and suddenly came to react to what she had done. She swallowed her saliva and looked back at Liancheng Mo. She stammered, "Well, that, I'm impulsive..."

"It's barbaric, but... as my woman, you should be bolder." Liancheng Mo said this, and then went to the guards, "You go back and tell your master, since you are frightened, you can have a good time. In a few days, she will return to Beijing. If she will not settle down before returning to Beijing, I cannot guarantee her safety.

There was a sense of discontent in this remark.

Several guards listened and dared not delay. They immediately rushed to Shuping Xiao's house.

Mengying Lin was going to bring Yisheng back to her room to deal with the wound. Before she lifted her footsteps, she saw the cold eyes of Liancheng Mo sweeping over her. "Don't forget, you are my warmth girl. It's late at night. I am going to take a rest."

The words "Warm Bed Girl" were very heavy and clear.

In front of Yisheng's face, Mengying Lin was called a warm-bed girl. Her self-esteem was somewhat hurt, and her face was somewhat red unconsciously. She wanted to see Yisheng Lin's reaction, but she saw Yisheng Lin bowed his head and didn't seem to understand the meaning of these words, so she felt a little relieved.

"Yisheng, you go back to your room to have a rest, and then I will come back." Mengying Lin whispered.

Yisheng did not rise, but held her hand and refused to let them go. His head was too low to cover up the indignation and indignation in his eyes. He would never let her know. In fact, he understood the words of Liancheng Mo, and he knew what the warm bed girl meant.

He would never tell her that when he was sold to a big family, the old man insulted the warm-bed girl in his room every day. He saw several warm-bed girls could not bear to jump out of the well with his own eyes.

"Don't worry. I will be back in a minute." Mengying Lin pulled her hand out of his small hand and pushed him into the room before turning around and following Liancheng Mo.

The four corners of the room were lit with candles, which flickered and outlined the figures of two people entering the room one after the other.

A pot of red carbon was placed in the middle of the room. The windows were open. When the cold wind blew, the red charcoal fire seemed more and more red.

"Warm up the bed." Liancheng Mo stood on the edge of red carbon to bake a fire and spat out three words faintly.

Mengying Lin was gnawing her teeth and taking off her shoes and socks to climb on the bed. Shift, these dignitaries were really abnormal. Did they keep warm kettle in the quilt in winter? But they want the body temperature to warm the bed, and it was said that some exquisite people needed the virgin body go to warm the bed.

Was not just to warm up the quilt, virgin body temperature and other women's body temperature could be different?

"So you go up? Will you dirty my bed with your dirty clothes?" Liancheng Mo frowned tightly, but his vision fell on her bright white feet.

"What do you want to do?" Mengying Lin gritted her teeth.

Liancheng Mo's eyes were deep and he said a word, "Take off your clothes!"

Take off my clothes? Fuck you!

Could you be more domineering?

Mengying Lin was so angry that her teeth were itchy. It was impossible for anyone to behave like a hooligan. But she had no room for resistance.

"Your highness, I..." Mengying Lin swallowed her saliva and pulled down her skirt and said, "My menstruation is coming. If I take off my clothes, I will dirty your bed."

"Oh?" Liancheng Mo's eyes grew deeper and deeper. He came closer to her step by step. The smile on his lips made people feel eerie. "This menstruation comes so coincidentally?"