Foxy Beauty Charms the World

Qin Lingmo did not have much of a reaction. He only furrowed his brows and pursed his lips. He knew that Wan Xin didn't need him to say anything, he just needed to listen. All of this is the past. No matter how much I regret the pain, crying my eyes out, it has already become the past.

He was sold by his father. It was like selling dried meat in a shop." I don't know what kind of hunger and poverty can make a father make such a choice, but in my opinion, he doesn't deserve to be called a human being! It was also a rainy day, and it was a very heavy rain. I saw with my own eyes that Little Zheng was being abused by that man.

Wan Xin said while covering his eyes with his hands. Although everything was already in the past, but to him, the past had still solidified into a scar on his heart. Rather than calling it pain, it was more accurate to say that it was unable to face its ferocious and ugly face.

"I know he won't be able to live for long. No hospital will accept him, but he still calls out 'Big Brother, it won't hurt …'" I didn't want to see him finish the last leg of his journey in pain and suffering, so I raised my knife and sent him off myself. "

These last few words were said in a carefree manner, with mist covering the corners of his eyes. It contained an emotion that even he could not explain himself.

Qin Lingmo lowered his eyes in thought. He turned his gaze to Wan Xin's side and asked, "You were the one who killed that man?"

"Yes, what, Prime Minister Qin, you want to talk to me about human nature at the beginning?"

"No, humanity was evil at the beginning." Qin Lingmo did not continue to discuss this matter. Instead, he lightly sighed, "I think that this young man understands you. You were also doing this for his own good."

"What do you mean for his own good! Why did he have to be abused by that beast! What did he do wrong!? He could have avoided dying … His loved ones betrayed him! " Wan Xin suddenly shouted in excitement as he stood up and swayed to grab Qin Lingmo by the collar.

"Speak!" Aren't you strict with the law, aren't you righteous with your crimes?! Then tell me, why does Little Zheng want to die! " His eyes were red and excited.

For a time, the hall was completely silent. The only sounds that could be heard were the sound of the rain outside the door and the sound of the waiter sweeping the floor. Qin Lingmo calmly moved Wan Xin's hand away and looked into his eyes as he replied, "I am not the law, I am not fate. I am only a person, and you are no exception. No one could completely dominate fate. They could only make a choice. Either we watch Little Zheng die from the pain, or we end his own life and send him on his way. "

Wan Xin sneered and looked away.

"You are not in pain because of Little Zheng, but because you are unable to face yourself. It was you who ended Little Zheng's life. You were afraid of this. " At this point, Qin Lingmo's tone became slightly gentler. "You did not avoid your responsibilities. You are very brave. "Xiao Budian is the only warmth in your heart, he has never disappeared, that feeling will never disappear."

Wan Xin was stunned. He raised his head and stared blankly at Qin Lingmo. He once again looked outside the door, at the eaves where silver rain continued to fall. Little Zheng faintly smiled, as if he had just been born, pure and handsome. After waving his hand, he turned around and disappeared into the rain.

Could it be that all these years, he had always wanted … Confirmation? A person who could forgive him in his place, a person who could wipe away all his years of guilt with a single sentence. On that rainy night, no one could correctly judge what was right or wrong. Old people were dead, but the living were suffering. All they needed was a word of redemption.

"If you still think it's not enough …" Qin Lingmo held his hands together as the corner of his mouth lifted into a smile. He moved his fingers and spoke with a 'ka ka ka' sound, "I can beat you until your face is bruised and bruised to the point that it relieves the guilt in your heart. If you think it's not enough, I can help every time it rains. "

"With just you?" Wan Xin, who had regained his senses, smiled disdainfully. He slightly tilted his head and seemingly nonchalantly shook his wrist. Then, he swiftly grabbed Qin Lingmo's shoulder and flipped him onto the table. Leaning over to the former Prime Minister's ear, he purposely sighed, "Does Sir Qin want to be robbed, or robbed?"

Even though he was trying to struggle, all of the essence of Qin Lingmo's life was in his mind. His strength could compete with ordinary bullies, but it was incomparable to Xuan Xin's right protector. The disparity in strength was so great that it made Wan Xin feel pity. However, Qin Lingmo was powerless when he wanted to struggle free. His stubborn frown still made Wan Xin very happy. He finally vented out the last of his anger.

He quickly loosened his grip and retreated a step back. He looked at Qin Lingmo with his teeth bared and rubbed his arm as he muttered something about not having taken proper action. Wan Xin impulsively said, "Thank you."

Qin Lingmo, who was tidying his sleeves, turned his head with hesitation and stared at Wan Xin with a doubtful look, "Did I see an illusion just now? Could it be that this move of yours has some sort of hallucinating effect? "

"I can say it again, I'll leave a deep impression on you!" Wan Xin's face was dark as he began to move his wrist.

"It's true if you don't say it twice!" Qin Lingmo's face was taut as he spoke with a righteous tone. Then, with an uncharacteristically quick stride, he walked around Wan Xin and up the stairs.

Halfway through, Qin Lingmo stopped and lowered his head to look at the great hall. He muttered as if there was something difficult to describe, "It's nothing much, there's nothing to thank."

Wan Xin, who had already returned to her seat, looked up. The former Prime Minister was no longer on the stairs. To be able to say the word 'thank you', Wan Xin himself suspected that it was an illusion, but that instantaneous sincerity could not be wrong. The heartfelt words were cherished because they were often fleeting.

When he returned upstairs, Yingzhu had already returned to her room, while Hu Ying was sound asleep on her bed. She curled up her body and hugged her fiery-red tail, revealing a peaceful sleeping face.

Qin Lingmo smiled warmly, quietly watching the ignorant Hu Ying. He let his gaze wander over her, inch by inch, repeatedly moving, the throbbing in his heart like waves in a calm sea, continuously patting his heart. He couldn't help but seduce, kissing her lips, lightly sucking, tracing that beautiful curve, not letting it go for a long time …

A light breeze blew over, bringing with it the smell of moist flowers that lingered by his side. Qin Lingmo bent over and carefully kissed the person on the bed. He pitied and cherished the feeling of never being separated.

Just like that, he stayed on Hu Ying and unknowingly fell asleep as well. It was already dusk.

After all, he still had to eat dinner. Under the teasing of Hu Ying, Qin Lingmo slowly woke up. The two of them played around for a bit more before walking down the stairs.

Yingzhu was already in the lobby. She and Hu Ying were very intimate. The two of them sat together and chatted and laughed. Qin Lingmo, who was standing to the side, had the illusion that he was going to suffer from dry vinegar. For the past twenty-odd years, he had lived a life close to abstinence. After this, intentionally or unintentionally between Yingzhu and Hu Ying. The Prefect's daughter was a smart girl. Even though she was reluctant to part with Qin Lingmo, she gracefully returned to her room after dinner.

Wan Xin knew that the couple would stick together for a while, so she called Lan Yun and the others to go to the woodshed to feed the horses.

"But you don't need so many people to feed you?" Lan Yun asked.

"You can catch lice for it."

"…"

"Brother Wan, but I'm not full yet. I'm still hungry …" The toddler pursed his lips. He was really hungry. Furthermore, he even had the delicious wine prepared by Hu Ying. To be able to cause one to be able to push themselves to death was also a good man's will.

"Go eat the alfalfa."

A handful of hay flew over and hit the door. The baby-faced girl quickly grabbed it and looked down at the hay in her hands. She blinked her eyes, feeling a little wronged. "But, this is horse feed …"

"Oh?" Wan Xin, who was walking in front, turned her head and shot him a sidelong glance, "So you want to eat lice. Sure, I'll give you more."

"…"

Thus, no one mentioned the matter of going back to eat.

Compared to the group of people who wanted to eat horses' fodder, Qin Lingmo was naturally very happy. Not to mention Hu Ying's delicious dishes and the intimate benefits of feeding each other, the onlookers in the surroundings almost felt like tearing their eyeballs out. They were so jealous that they started salivating.

Just when the two of them were in love with each other, someone broke the silence.

"Sure, sure. Give me a bite to eat …" From who knows where, the beggar appeared to be a bunch of weeds covered with rags. Looking at him from afar, one could only barely see his old face, which was covered by his hair, and his two rows of yellow teeth were bared. He was leaning on a bamboo pole and holding a broken porcelain bowl in his right hand.

Although he was a beggar, his hands and feet were nimble. As he spoke, he had already entered the inn. There weren't many people in the hall at the moment, and the person closest to the dirty beggar was Qin Lingmo's table. He rushed over in an instant, and the dirty bowl was already extended to the table. A rancid smell filled the air.

"Alright, alright …"

"Go go!" You beggar, scram! Don't get in the way! "Billowing!" The waiter picked up his broom and came to chase them away. The dirty beggar turned his head to look at him with a mischievous smile, causing the waiter to take four to five steps back. The stench was even worse than stinky tofu or swill ditch. One could almost see it spreading with the speed and posture of a plague.

"You, hurry up and get out of here!" The waiter was so angry that he stomped his feet, but he did not dare to take another step closer.

"Give me some food. I'm going to starve you to death, alright …" The beggar, however, continued to shake his broken bowl shakily as he looked pleadingly at Qin Lingmo and the others, hoping to get a mouthful of leftovers.

"Elder, is that enough?" Hu Ying picked up a steamed bun and chicken drumstick before placing them into the beggar's bowl. Seemingly worried that it wouldn't be enough, she put the food away and put it into a broken porcelain bowl.

"Thank you, thank you …" "Such a good person …" The beggar kept mumbling, his hands shaking as he held the bowl. There was gratitude in his eyes as he turned to leave. However, he stumbled and fell to the side.

"Be careful!" Qin Lingmo reached out to support him and bent down to pick up the fallen bamboo pole. Then, he handed it over to the beggar.

The old man nodded gratefully, unable to speak.

After the old beggar left, the waiter hurriedly scooped up some water and sprinkled it on the door. He muttered in dissatisfaction, "It stinks everywhere I find it. It's really dirty, stinky to the point of begging for food …"

Hu Ying returned to the table and sat down. When she raised her head and saw Qin Lingmo was in a daze, she asked, "What happened? "Where's the discomfort?"

"Nope." The former prime minister raised his eyes and chuckled, "Nothing at all."

Hu Ying narrowed her eyes and looked at Qin Lingmo for a moment before pouting with slight dissatisfaction, "He must have concealed something from me. "If you don't tell me, I'll …" She dragged her tone deliberately, the corners of her mouth curving in a sly curve.

"It's really nothing." Qin Lingmo had an innocent look on his face.

"Oh, then I'm overthinking it." Hu Ying carelessly picked up a piece of duck with her chopsticks and said, "I can see that it's raining heavily outside, but his clothes aren't too wet, and his sandals are only stained with a little bit of mud. He doesn't look like a beggar who is tired of begging for food. It seems like someone was faking it. "

As she spoke, she cast a glance at Qin Ling Mo, who pursed his lips and lowered his eyes. A moment later, he exhaled lightly and raised his head with a slight smile on his face, "Little Ying." This voice contained a hint of coquettishness, causing Hu Ying to feel relieved that she wanted to get to the bottom of this matter. She bit down on the piece of duck and sighed, "Fine, fine, I know you have plans for everything. However, this death sentence can be avoided, but it's hard to escape from death …"

As she spoke, Hu Ying smiled evilly and pounced over, aiming at Qin Lingmo's waist. The Qin Prime Minister, who couldn't stand the itchiness the most, tried to dodge while trying to grab Hu Ying's hand. However, the fox girl from the Qing Qiu mountain was as agile as the wind. Furthermore, Qin Lingmo had used all his strength because he was worried that he would hurt her, making Prime Minister Qin smile as he panted, "Alright, alright, Lil 'Ying …" "I, I was wrong …"

"Hehehe, this is a serious crime, begging for mercy is prohibited!" Qin Lingmo couldn't help but hug Hu Ying, locking her in his arms.

"You evil fox!" He deliberately glared fiercely at Hu Ying, and with both hands tightly holding her, he lightly kissed her ear.

Hu Ying giggled as she wrapped her arms around Qin Lingmo's neck.

They had an extraordinary amount of love and intimacy. They completely ignored the feelings of the people around them. The shopkeeper behind the counter lowered his head as he fiddled with his abacus. The account in his hand had not been reconciled for a long time. As for the waiter, he was already squatting in the corner with a broom, drawing circles. The corner of the wall was bald from painting.

"I want a wife too, I want a wife too. Oh god, you should give me a wife too …"

"Pa Da, an octopus fell from the ceiling, landing right on the head of the waiter."