After flying for more than half an hour, the oxcart gradually descended and stopped in front of a wooden bridge full of red and white flowers. Behind the bridge is a spacious courtyard. The ochre yellow wooden door is tightly closed. The front of the door is filled with lilacs, clustered together, and the fragrance is overflowing. On this hot summer night, it exudes a sense of coolness. Inside and outside are two different worlds.
Fu Jiuyun took Qin Chuan’s shoulders, walked to the door and gently lifted the small wooden stick hanging on the door knocker, knocked three times on the leather drum next to it. After a while, the wooden door opened gently, and a pair was greeted The same little child, a man and a woman, wearing the same red dress and white shirt, Yingrun lovely.
“Master Jiuyun.” The two children saluted him neatly. “My host waits for a long time, please come with me.”
There was another flower-filled trail behind the door. When it reached the end, it was divided into two forks. The girl led Qin Chuan to the fork on the left.
Qin Chuan was slightly surprised: “… Is going to bathe and change clothes?”
The girl said with pride: “This is the hospitality rule of my host. Even if the human emperor arrives at Meishanju, there are no exceptions.”
I really do n’t know what character Meishan is. The height of the shelf is so high, and there is a reason to force the guest to take a bath and change his clothes to enter the door. At the end of the fork on the left side is the courtyard on the other side. There is a natural hot spring in the courtyard. The color is milky white, the steam is hot, and there is a smell of medicinal stone.
Qin Chuan pained for a long time, the girl sent a soft white shirt, a pair of brand-new clogs, after wearing it, she only felt refreshed and couldn’t help her spirit. At this time, she followed her back and sniffed the fragrance of the flowers in the garden. The soft night wind was blowing on her skin through the white shirt. Every step had a feeling of being able to ride the wind.
Fu Jiuyun waited under a cluster of lilacs, and the loose white shirt clouds generally enveloped him, and his long dark hair was gathered on one shoulder. He was laughing and joking with the boy. When he saw that she had come from here, she stopped. Said, just looking at her with a tender and loving look.
It is not easy to stare at such beautiful gem-like eyes. Qin Chuanqing couldn’t help but hung his head, and her ears burned again. Recently, her skin became thinner, and when she couldn’t move, she came with a bloodshot blush. She couldn’t bear it anymore.
Warmed his shoulders, it was he who took it up again, the movement was natural and intimate, as if he should be so close to her. Qin Chuan felt that he should remind him, but at the bottom of his heart he did not want him to be a stranger from himself. This kind of contradiction is really frustrating.
The auricle is hot, his lips are close, the heat is sprayed on, and her breathing stops, but she whispered in his voice: “Today, just let go of your stomach and drink, you can drink as much as you can. Everything is me, drunk. It doesn’t matter if it’s gone. “
Is you with you, can’t you let go of your stomach and get drunk? ! Qin Chuan gave him a glance, seeing that he had no jokes on his face, he could not help but froze for a moment. He blinked his left eye: “In short, listen to me, good.”
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Meishan Jun waited in a small hall deep in the courtyard. The hall was covered with a soft white grass woven carpet. The small case made of sandalwood was spread on the ground, and there were many messes rolling on the ground together with the small case. There are men and women in white shirts, old and young, and demon.
The strong alcohol flew with a warm breeze, these people should be drunk and fainted, and there was no one to control the corpses everywhere. In the hall of drunken life and death, only one person was moving. He was pouring wine and pouring it into a jug from a huge wine jar. This is a thin, ten-spirited young man, like a skeleton shelf supporting his clothes, with a pathological flush on his cheeks. Hearing his footsteps, he suddenly looked up, his eyes bright and sharp, as if he could see through people’s hearts. Qin Chuan glanced at him and stopped involuntarily.
Meishan Jun didn’t talk much, he threw a jar of wine directly, was quickly caught by Fu Jiuyun, and opened his head to drink most of it. Only then did he show a smile and pat the cushions around him: “It’s time to come, sit down and drink together. The girl next to him also comes.”
Fu Jiuyun sat Qin Chuan beside him and gave a very brief introduction: “She is Qin Chuan.”
Meishan Jun said lightly: “Okay! Emperor Dayan Kingdom, I respect you a pot.”
The toast was not a cup, but a jug. Qin Chuan passively picked up the jug and looked at him silently. He saw a string of multicolored glazed beads on his wrist and the same string on the wrist of the deceased old man, so he showed a clear smile: “… We are also considered to be the same teacher, and this jug of wine should be respected by my uncle. “
Didn’t hesitate to talk about it, raised his head to drink the wine in the jug, turned the jug upside down, and there was no drop left.
Mei Shanjun smiled again: “Good eyesight. The older brother left the teacher’s gate in return for gratitude, and devoted himself to the Dayan Palace to teach the royal white paper psychic surgery. A blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed. He is only a half fairy, and now he should have passed away. Is that right? “
Qin Chuan replied respectfully: “Yes, sir is buried under the mountain of Mount Lanlan in the Western Qiong Kingdom. I will take care of the rest.”
Meishan Jun did not look sad, and took two pots of wine, one for each person, and touched her: “I respect you for this pot, and I would like to thank Emperor Diji for his affair.”
Although Qin Chuan is a bottomless wine barrel, he ca n’t stand the toasting of pots and pots as soon as he comes up, and the wine in the pot is not an ordinary spirit, and at the entrance it is known that at least three kinds of wine are mixed with one place. , Extremely intoxicating. She slept for a day, did not eat a grain of rice, poured dozens of jugs of wine on her empty stomach, and gradually dizzy her head.
Fortunately, Meishan Jun was no better than her. At the thirty-fifth pot, his wrists were shaking tremendously, and the liquor was mostly spilled outside. He sighed a long way: “Sure enough, there is a female hero in wine. I drank it all day today, and it is not working right now. I will fight you two tomorrow.”
He threw a handful of white paper from his sleeve and instantly fell into a dozen red boys and girls in red dresses and white shirts. It was the same as the two who received him at the door. He instructed: “Throw out these useless drunkards. , Lock the door, and you wo n’t see anybody tomorrow. “
This white paper psychic is much more beautiful than that used by the royal family of Dayan. Qin Chuan can only summon spirit beasts today, and he can’t call human-shaped spirit ghosts. Meishan Jun staggered up and threw a thick envelope in Fu Jiuyun ’s arms: “This time I will lose, the origin of the national teacher will give you half first, and if I win tomorrow, I will give you the other half.”
Said that his figure disappeared with a flick, leaving only a strong alcohol.
Qin Chuan was originally drunk and buzzed in his head. He heard the word “Guo Shi” but it burst with a thunderbolt over his head. He immediately woke up and turned to look at Fu Jiuyun suspiciously. He didn’t explain anything, just tucked the envelope into his arms and winked at her: “Good job, keep up tomorrow.”
She was silent for a while, and suddenly said: “Guo Shi? Tian Guo’s Guo Shi?”
He smiled faintly: “Good boy, don’t ask so much.”
Qin Chuan really didn’t ask any more. He stood up while holding the wine case. His legs were made of cotton, and he could not bear any moment and then softened. Fu Jiuyun held her back and picked her up. She walked through the corridor all the way through the courtyard. Finally, she was placed on a soft bed, and she was gently covered with pine forest bamboo leaves like fragrance.
Qin Chuan fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the bed. He did not know how long he slept, and suddenly woke up, only to see that there were no fingers in the room. There was a man beside him, his arms crossed over her shoulder.
He has a familiar aroma and alcohol, which is Fu Jiuyun. Qin Chuan moved a little, seeing that he had no reaction, his nose was long and he was obviously asleep. She coughed twice and called him low: “Fu Jiuyun, Fu Jiuyun?”
He hummed twice, falling asleep, turned her over and hugged her, and rubbed twice as a quilt to continue dreaming.
Qin Chuan’s eyes widened, his heart jumped, quietly raised his hand to peep into his clothes, and traced the envelope he had hidden. Touch and touch, and feel a smooth and firm skin, quickly let go and continue to touch other places. Touch it again, touch the dark bag in the clothes, and feel no envelope. Touch it again-but he grabbed his wrist hard.
She was shocked and immediately closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. His body was tight and he felt like he was going to rub it into his body, even though the clothes were separated, he could feel the hotness of his body. Qin Chuan no longer dared to pretend to sleep, anxiously said: “I …”
Hasn’t finished speaking, he has kissed heavily, even a bit rude, almost ravaging | sucking | kissing her lips. Unable to keep up with his rhythm, she felt the pain on her lips, like she was being scorched by fire, struggling strugglingly, pulling his hair, and pulling their close lips away some distance.
“Envelope!” She said two words tremblingly, but he didn’t say anything. While she opened her mouth, she raided the city and attacked the trembling tongue.
Qin Chuan thought that he would die in this terrible power and blazing heat, no longer a frivolous pick | Ambiguous, entangled lips wrapped in a place full of ferocious desires | Desire, he wants to eat her Every inch will belong to him, and she will not be allowed to refuse-no rejection is allowed.
He palmed like a soldering iron, suddenly protruding from the hem of the shirt, covering her red | naked back skin, gradually moving down, hooking the most beautiful arc of the waist. Qin Chuan only felt confused, and a huge emptiness grabbed her, wanting to stick to him and sticking it tightly. Hold him tight, as if afraid of losing something important.
The glued lips were slightly separated, Fu Jiuyun’s thick and hot breath was sprayed on her face, and the voice was so dull that he could hardly tell the difference: “… you have to do bad things? Then let’s do bad things together?”
Let’s do bad things together-but she just wanted to peek at the letter.
Qin Chuan’s mind has become a greasy paste, this idea is just a flash. It seemed like he would drown in his deep arms, even if he gasped for breath, he couldn’t breathe. The hands, feet, and body are not their own. How can they be settled?
He has a sharp heart, hooking her helpless arms around his shoulders. This time, her wet lips fell very softly, chewing slowly on the soft and delicate depths of her lips and teeth, and tempting her to follow his rhythm, once, the tongue was entangled; once again, like seaweed, it was unbearable to separate.
The white shirt on the left had a dark buckle on the left and a right button on the right. It felt very complicated when he wore it, but he was docile and tame under his hands. All the gaps in the shirt where his fingertips opened, he was bitten by his teeth Live, bit by bit from the shoulder. His damp, hot lips covered the flower-like breasts.
Qin Chuan almost shook away, ten fingers squeezed his sturdy shoulders, and his nails fell into it. He wanted to hide, but his back was hugged so hard for him, he didn’t know where to hide. The terrible and turbulent tide swam from the heel to the top, devouring her with the sweetness of near death. The white shirt on his body was cold and soft, and her long sleeves scraped her waist; his lips were hot enough to ignite, bite, and lick her, as if her body was a tempting pastry. It was a kind of unbearable but painful pain. She was really dying.
Deep in my distant mind, a voice said softly: Stop, stop, you can’t continue, you shouldn’t be like this.
Couldn’t stop, there was a clearer voice swirling in my heart. Is she attached to him? Is it dodge? Is it admiration? Or just looking for a warm embrace that you can rely on a little? She couldn’t tell her own, either, or not at all. About him is a glass of fragrant poisonous wine for her. In fact, she knows the meaning of drinking thirst and quenching thirst. What she should do now is to give him a loud slap and then leave angrily.
But I can’t do it. She said to herself in this way, there was a faint crazy idea to want to taste the sweet fragrance of this glass of poisonous wine.
Has nothing to lose, yes, why was she afraid of losing anything? In this world, too many people owe her, but she alone owes Fu Jiuyun a debt, can not afford him, so be it. For so long, she has been playing tricks, fighting with people and demon, she has been tired, just hope to end the emptiness of this revenge as soon as possible. Before everything is over, at least she can hug him and hug him with the arms that still exist and keep chasing him behind him.
Fu Jiuyun’s fingertips had tiny flames, covering her tenderest place tenderly and irresistibly, as if he was tempting, carefully, and caressing her gently with 10,000 compassion. The elusive kiss finally stopped running, soothingly, on her half of her lips, she fell and kissed again and again with the rhythm of her fingers.
Qin Chuan was like a fish that had just been caught ashore. He bounced unwillingly, unable to restrain himself, and in a dizzy moan from the throat, “Nine Clouds …
The soft arms greeted him, and the vines were wrapped around his neck, hooking him towards her, and towards her.
Fu Jiuyun’s fingers stopped suddenly, did not evacuate, just covered her quietly like that. He weighed heavily on her, his breath was short, and there was only a tight string left in his brain, either loosened or simply broken. She was already open for him, already in front of him, wanting her, as if the next moment of death was coming, could not wait, impatient.
He wanted her so much.
