"I don't believe you don't want to sit in that position." Manmiao moved a chair, sat across from him, and looked into his eyes seriously, "If you were willing to be a dumper, you wouldn't be like this.
The emperor also needs several royal princes as decorations to prove his kindness and generosity."
"I thought, but now it seems that I have failed." Lan Ting fell on the bed in an indistinct manner, hooking his fingers at Man Miao, gesturing for her to come with him.
Manmiao stood up and walked to the bed, but instead of lying next to him, she took his hand, pulled him to sit up, held his face, and forced him to look at her.
"It's too early to say failure. Don't give up hope until the last moment."
"You came all the way here just to say this to me?" Lan Ting looked up at her and reached out to touch her face.
"No," Manmei looked at him and smiled, holding his palm with her hand and rubbing her cheek into his palm, "I'm here to win with you."
"Oh?" Lan Ting raised his eyebrows, enjoying the feeling of her face in his hands, and hooked her earlobes with his fingers, "Didn't Gang Leader Jiang tell you that I have already betrayed all my relatives and am at the end of my rope?"
Manmiao felt that it was too troublesome to let her hair down, so she got up and found a belt in his room, tied her hair into a ponytail, and walked back to him. She didn't want to mention Jiang Shang's troublesome things now, so she avoided it and said, "
You can have new partners, you also have your maternal uncle Huangfu's family, and the army. In addition, I also have some connections with the Qin State, maybe I can help you at a critical moment."
Lan Ting smiled and lifted her chin, rubbing his thumb gently back and forth on her chin, refusing to let her avoid Jiang Shang's question, "Come and help me. Didn't Gang Leader Jiang stop you? I don't believe he can."
Willing to help me."
When Manmiao heard him mention Jiang Shang, she suddenly felt that the name seemed far away. She sighed, sat down next to Lan Ting, sighed, and said with some sigh, "The matter between Jiang Shang and I is over.
I think it won’t be a very pleasant thing for him to think of me now.”
Lan Ting showed a look of astonishment and was about to ask a question when Manmei continued, "Besides, feelings are feelings and business is business. As long as the price you offer is high enough, there is no reason for the Jiang family not to cooperate with you.
I am not important to him now. What is important is how much benefit you can give him. I don't think your emperor, who is sure of victory, is willing to offer a higher price than you who are now desperate." She avoided Jiang Shang.
, but when it comes to the Jiang family, Jiang Shang may not be willing, but as long as the price is high enough, City Master Jiang will definitely be willing.
Lan Ting gave a bitter laugh, put his hands behind his head, fell on the bed, and shook his legs, "That's the truth, I'm at the end of my rope."
Manmiao sat next to him, held his arm, and said encouragingly, "You still have a chance. Those subordinates will not really surrender to the emperor. They are just wavering and want to wait and see. If you act strong and calm, they will
I will not abandon you immediately, not to mention that the emperor will not immediately kill the Huangfu family. He is currently focusing on you and has no intention of dealing with the Huangfu family. As long as the military power is in your hands for one day, you will have a chance."
She and Lan Ting kept talking, sometimes about business, sometimes about gossip. The two of them sat on the bed like this. Later, when Manmei got tired, she lay on the bed and talked to him. Lan Ting lay beside her and kept holding hands.
He held her hand, and the two of them kept talking like that, talking about interesting things about their childhood and the troublesome political affairs in the court.
I thought this would make him feel better, but he didn't expect that after he talked for a while, his hands began to touch randomly.
Manmei opened the hand he was trying to reach towards Xuefeng, frowned and said, "Be serious, I'm here to help you."
Lan Ting quickly dodged her slapping hand and continued to attack the target. He said with a smile, "I know, this is also helping me."
He turned over, pressed her down, and said as if to show his merit, "I haven't touched a woman for so many days because of you. You have to give me something to think about."
Before Manmiao could say anything, he had already buried his head in her chest. Manmiao gasped for breath and wanted to reach out to push his head. As soon as she raised her hand, he pushed her down on the bed.
When she was woken up by the maid, she was still sleeping in her pajamas. She didn't expect to come here. Since she was familiar with Lan Ting again, she thought something was wrong with him and was worried about his health and came here without changing clothes.
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It's ready now. He stripped it clean in a few seconds and threw all the clothes under the bed. Lan Ting's bed was covered with light yellow satin sheets and quilts. She lay gracefully on the silk. The silky touch was very comfortable.
, sighing secretly that the royal family knows how to enjoy it. If you fall asleep on this kind of bed, you won’t want to get up after lying down.
Lan Ting pressed forward proudly, and while constantly stirring up trouble in various places he was very familiar with, he asked her, "It's been so long since I've touched a man, do you miss me?"
Manmiao panted, glared at him, and said angrily, "How do you know I haven't touched a man? I've slept with many men, and I never thought about you."
Lan Ting smiled and sped up the movements of his hands, making her moan involuntarily and her body trembling slightly. He looked at her panting in his arms with satisfaction, hugged her and said in her ear,
"You are my woman. I know your body very well. How can I not know if you have other men?"
Manmei waited until her rapid breathing calmed down a bit before she could say with difficulty, "Go to hell!"
Lan Ting saw that she was almost done, he straightened up and slid in with a smile, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction, "Death under the peonies, even if you are a ghost, you can be charming. Even if you are going to die, you have to wait until my romance is over."
There are really no words to describe this shameless scoundrel.
But one thing he said was right, after not touching a man for so long, Manmei really needed Lan Ting's presence now.
She put her hand on Lan Ting's back. After months of such ridiculous drunkenness and dreaming, there was no sign of any loosening or fattening of his muscles. They were still strong muscles and felt good to the touch. They were probably men's muscles.
It won't be replaced by fat so quickly.
Feeling the beauty's cooperation, Lan Ting worked even harder to perform.
Manmei feels like she is a small boat in a tsunami and has no control over herself.
At noon, Manmei woke up faintly. Lan Ting was sleeping next to her, facing her sideways, watching her wake up with a smile, "Are you awake? Miss Wang is quite satisfied with Xiao Wang's performance."
Mang Miao was so tired that she couldn't speak. She struggled to raise her hands and glanced sideways at him, "Not satisfied!"
