The petite wife in ancient Alpha

Chapter 25 You want me, I don't want others

The flowers in the vase changed again, but this time it was not a peony called Crane White, but a smiling plum with tender yellow and pink stamens.

I don't know who Tong Hu, a poor boy, turned over the wall of this kind of reward from the courtyard of the rich and noble. Ling Zhi curled his lips and muttered something that only female dolls like. attract.

Worried that he would end up like Ling Du if he didn't go to the six doors to report, Ling Zhi had eaten his breakfast, and walked towards the six doors with square steps like an old man playing with birds.

Before turning out of the alley, Tong Hu called him with a bag of food in his arms.

"I forgot to tell you, I'm also working at Six Gates now." Tong Hu casually stuffed the paper bag into Ling Zhi's arms.

Holding the paper bag with arms as stiff as a shadow puppet, Ling Zhi was shocked, "When did you take the exam?"

Tong Hu replied straightforwardly: "Go through the back door."

"Brother Huzi..." After seeing the plump and juicy Yingtao in the bag, Ling Zhi opened his mouth even wider, and even made a bold assumption: "Aren't you a prince living among the people?"

Yingtao is known as the first fruit in early spring, and it is definitely not something that ordinary people can see. The annual production is only a little bit, and after the royal family enjoys it, it will be given as a "long favor" to the important officials in the court to try it out.

Just try it out, right?As the name suggests, it is to taste the taste, not to hold it in your arms and eat it to death.

If such a bag of precious fruit was picked up by the side of the road, the ghosts passing by would not believe it.

And it is impossible to sell them in the East Market, let alone the West Market.

"Nonsense, don't you want your head anymore?" Taking out the Yingtao in the bag, Tong Hu held the handle part of the fruit and handed it to Ling Zhi's mouth, "Hurry up and eat, look at your skinny."

Tong Hu likes Ling Zhi's chin with a bit of soft flesh, easy to touch and kiss, and will bring it back bit by bit in the future.

There is no need for the little mouse to argue so hard, he would close his eyes when he kissed, and he said that he is not his person, who would believe it?

Biting through the thin Yingtao skin, the sweet juice melts in the mouth. Ling Zhi can't describe the taste, but he can definitely be sweet and rare.

Sweet in the heart, Yingtao is rare.

Yingtao is sweet and rare.

Who knows.

Seeing that Ling Zhi was eating happily, Tong Hu was also in a good mood. He didn't intend to hide Yingtao's origin, and said truthfully: "Yingtao was sent by Huo Xu, and I entrusted him to arrange for me to enter the six gates."

Ling Zhi froze for a moment, and finally put the Yingtao in his mouth to chew.

"You didn't agree to any excessive demands from him, did you?" Ling Zhi asked while he was feeding Tong Hu.

He asked himself that he couldn't hide the anxiety in his eyes, and simply stared into Tong Hu's eyes frankly and directly.

Tong Hu was in a daze for a moment, feeling a strange churning in his chest, he caught and fed Yingtao to his lips, and quickly snatched a fruity kiss on a whim, perhaps faster than an eagle pouncing a rabbit, and directly gave the prey to I'm dumbfounded.

"Worried about me marking him?" Tong Hu peeked at Ling Zhi's sliding Adam's apple, and continued in a very coaxing tone: "Then you want me, okay? If you want me, I don't want anyone else."

"What do you want, I don't understand." The heart is like a string being swept by fingertips, Ling Zhi evasively grabbed Yingtao and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing hard.

His voice was sweet, the paper bag was rustled, Ling Zhi blinked his eyelashes unnaturally, but the tip of his tongue couldn't concentrate on separating the pulp and seeds.

The changes in his body in the morning these two days made him suddenly realize that the embarrassing person's reaction had something to do with the person next to his pillow. What he was struggling with was not Long Yang's goodness. Tong Hu would never agree to be below, and he was not happy either. Be the one who accepts, so just don't talk about things that can't be discussed for a while, wait for the east wind, wait for the opportunity, and talk about it later.

Tong Hu looked at Ling Zhi's busy cheeks with a complicated expression, and asked in a roundabout way: "Are you really planning to get married? Contact a woman you just met a few days ago?" Bridal chamber?

"You're being a little too lenient!" With two Yingtao seeds protruding from his mouth, Ling Zhi muttered with hot cheeks, "Besides, why refuse to subsidize the family without mentioning marriage? You can't really say that you asked me for a loan, right? "

After understanding Ling Zhi's implication, Tong Hu's mind became very confused while jumping for joy.

Over the past half month of careful care, he knows every inch of Ling Zhi's body like the back of his hand, such as where is innocent and cute, where is coquettish and seductive, where can be broken by blowing a bullet, and where is so narrow that it can't fit half a finger... …

He even worried in advance whether he would hurt Ling Zhi. There is no supermarket or pharmacy in Chengdu City, so what if you can't buy lubricant?

Tong Hu didn't realize that his steps became more and more crooked, almost pushing Ling Zhi to the base of the wall.

After spitting out seven or eight warbler peach seeds one after another, Ling Zhi muttered impatiently, "You're dizzy, why are you squeezing me all the time?"

Tong Hu was indeed dizzy, dizzy from beauty, dizzy from that romantic affair that he had to do that he hadn't done yet.

"Little Lingzhi—"

There was a roar of thunder on the flat ground, and the two people who "have their own ghosts" shuddered one after another.

Ling Zhi turned around and was about to choke with Zhao Wanli, who was scared to death, when his attention was diverted by the corpse covered in white cloth.

"Where did you bring it back?" Ling Zhi asked as he walked up to Brother Liufan, lifted the corner of the cloth and glanced at the scrawny corpse.

"Do you believe it at the gate of the city? I've been scared by the watchmen." Zhao Wanli sucked the vegetable leaves of Yangchun noodles between his teeth, "What do you think that disgusting thing on the back of the neck looks like?"

The stiff cervical spine couldn't move, Ling Zhi tilted his neck and took a rough look. There were several eggplant sores on the hairline behind the deceased. Since there were sores on the neck, the limbs would also have traces of toxin deposition to varying degrees.

Ling Zhi's expression was a little dazed, and it had nothing to do with his slow reaction. He thought of the dwarf's wrist crossbow, and the adult with one hand covering the sky inside the red wall.

"By the way, Lao Zhao, did the criminals arrested in Ningping Village go to trial last time?"

After being ill for more than a month and a half, Ling Zhi's eyes are darkened and he doesn't know anything. However, if the prisoner from the civil case is not returned to the imperial prison, even if Wang Li helps to bring him back, he will still be locked in the dungeon with six doors.

"Fuck the trial, he died overnight." Among them, Zhao Wanli didn't go into details, but said: "These days, the cases are all serious and shallow. It's really hard to judge."

"Heh, the donkey who pulls the mill will grind to death, and it's not as good as the monk hitting the bell to repair his body and mind." Ling Zhi complained out of breath, but was suppressed by Tong Hu with a movement.

Tong Hu has never eaten pork, and he has seen pigs running. After all, he lived in the era of TV, and he heard conspiracy dramas through the door, so he would not ask "whether the case will be investigated or not". nonsense.

The investigation is definitely necessary, otherwise it will be impossible to explain to the living, but how to investigate is a technical job. If you repeatedly offend the people above, there is no guarantee that you will not be assassinated and thrown into a mass grave to be fed to wild dogs.

Tong Hu glanced at the withered corpse that was left in the mortuary, and a furrow formed on his brow in protest.

Now that he has learned what drugs are, it is hard not to think of his beta father whom he has never met, how did Shang Xingyu deal with the corpses?Will his beta father be the same as this man?

The rest of the brothers put down their corpses and left. Zhao Wanli said something pointedly, and gave Ling Zhi, who was wearing gloves, a wink, "Eating a bowl of noodles early in the morning can be interrupted by the reporter. My stomach is still bent."

"Why don't you go out to eat some more?" Ling Zhi ignored Zhao Wanli's growling stomach, took off his half-worn gloves, and threw them on the white sheet covering the corpse, "It's not that I don't want you to eat this, it's just left over. Take a bite."

Ling Zhi straightened the edge of the paper bag, put it on his mouth and tilted his head upside down. About five or six stalks fell into his mouth. He grinningly pulled off the green fruit handle and threw it into the paper bag. He squeezed the paper bag into a ball with his hands. To show that there is only one bite left.

His mouth was filled with Yingtao, Tong Hu's gaze was like a cobweb stuck to his body, he couldn't shake it off, Ling Zhi's cheeks were as pink as a peach tip, and his breath was like the wind of a tiger in autumn in September, hot and flammable...

Zhao Wanli was dumbfounded for a while, and then he spat in chills: "His grandma's is worthy of being a dog. It's really good enough to protect food!"

Ling Zhi smirked and spit out a few Yingtao seeds: "What do you and I have to protect food, after the autopsy, let's drink salted bean curd, please!"

Ling Zhi slapped his chest loudly, and then poked the money bag on Tong Hu's waist with his fingertips.

Zhao Wanli rolled his eyes and said, "Return your favor? I can't say enough about you. Huzi is really a bad luck in eight lifetimes, and he was blackmailed by such a stingy person like you."

"I, I'm too lazy to explain to you..." Ling Zhi couldn't say anything, turned around and threw the white cloth aside vigorously, moving his lips without making a sound.

Tong Hu could see that Ling Zhi's small mouth was babbling "Old bastard".

After roughly checking the head like fiddling with a porcelain crock, Ling Zhi found that the rigor had not reached the lower limbs in the process of moving his hands down, which means that the death time should not have passed four hours.

He turned around and skipped the steps, and directly touched the thigh muscle of the other corpse, which was still not stiff to the knee, and the two died almost at the same time.

Ling Zhi muttered "No", raised his dry hand like a chicken paw and sniffed lightly under his nose, then scraped off the red debris from the nails with tweezers, raised his face and said, "Old Zhao, you said earlier that the corpse was from the city. Carried back from the door?"

"Yeah, it's in the alley next to Yanjin Gate." Zhao Wanli added solemnly, "The watchman said the body was found around [-]:[-] pm, and my brothers and I rushed there around [-]:[-] pm."

"Yanjin Gate, it shouldn't be Yanjin Gate." Ling Zhi straightened up slowly and thoughtfully, touching the sweet-scented stain on the collar with his fingertips, "What do you think this position looks like?"

"Why, do you suspect that someone used grape skins to cover rouge? Looking at his outfit, he can go shopping in a kiln. Besides, the kiln doesn't provide fruit. Aren't the pick-ups all happy to leave after finishing their work?" Zhao Wan Li didn't have two bucks in his pocket, so he looked down on others for three.

"Tsk, the layout is too small, isn't it? Don't forget those criminals who grow flowers in Ningping Village, any one they pick up is bigger than our money bag." Ling Zhi showed Zhao Wanli the red debris scraped out by the tweezers, "It's not easy to guess just this, but if you have smelled the hands of the corpse, you will know."

He leaned over and took a rough sniff at his blunt and discolored hand twice. Zhao Wanli raised his eyes, and the three forehead lines of a rough man were squeezed out, "The fingertips are stained with clear spring wine? Isn't this red crumbs the peanut clothes? Go...he is still a master who does not reveal his wealth."