Mr. Yuan, Mr. Yuan…
In a daze, Fang Xuejian seemed to hear someone calling softly, his mind cleared, and he opened his eyes. He only saw a wrinkled and thin face in front of him. A thigh of mouse beard under his jaw raised slightly and his lips moved, but it was the boss Qian of Tianqing Inn.
When Boss Qian saw him open his eyes, his face smiled even stronger, and he squinted a pair of triangular eyes and said: Mr. Yuan, you are awake. The lady told me that it is okay to try not to disturb your rest. But this bowl of shark fin has been stewed. If you don’t eat it while it’s hot, the taste will be much worse. As he said, he held a bowl with both hands.
Fang Xuejian felt confused. My surname was Fang, but when did I change it to Yuan? Even if I change my surname, why didn’t I have any impression of it?
He stared blankly at the attentive smile on Boss Qian's face, and suddenly realized that this Qian person was so enthusiastic about Long Hongling, and was probably also an important figure in the villa. He is still a prisoner of Shenlong Villa. If he rashly declared his real name, he would not only know that his dream of marrying Xiao Zhao would be a bubble, but he might also return to the cage and be with the body of the Shelangjun.
After thinking through the key to the problem, Fang Xuejian couldn't help but secretly praised the young lady's brain. She pinched square into round (Yuan), and her ability to rub the long and short was really brilliant. I remembered that she used this clever method last night, and she wanted to rub the two snow peaks on the beautiful woman's chest. She wanted to be round and flatten, and she let herself do her own wishes. She was so careless and fell into her conspiracy. She only suffered a abdominal pain in the middle of the night, which was a big disaster.
Fang Xuejian's heart was bright and she sat up. She put on her clothes. She smiled and took the soup bowl from him, took a bite, and praised: These shark fins are fresh and smooth, and they are really delicious. Mr. Qian, sit down, don't let your waist and legs be tired. Where is your lady?
Boss Qian is one of the three major supervisors of Shenlong Villa, responsible for managing the villa's various business in Yushan City.
He is a meticulous person. Seeing that Long Hongling is very intimate with this young man, the two live together and sleep, and the relationship is self-evident. The owner of the manor only has the daughter of the young lady. The future successor of the villa is probably the young man in front of him. He is very flattering in his heart, but the two go out early and come back late, and they are elusive and can't find any opportunity.
He found a chair to sit down, and his smile on his face was even more sticky than the shark fins in the soup bowl, and said: Miss, I went out early in the morning. I saw that she was walking to the south of the city, so I don’t know what to do.
Fang Xuejian was suspicious, and Long Hongling ran to the south of the city without saying a word. Wouldn't she be afraid of being arrested?
After a few bites, I picked up the delicious food in the bowl and said: Bo Qian, did you have any words to explain before Miss left?
Boss Qian watched him simmering shark fins that he had simmered on low heat for an hour, and swallowed them like drinking rice porridge. After a few bites, he couldn't help feeling a little distressed. He took the empty bowl and shook his head and said: Miss, when the shark fins were on the stove, he rode a donkey out, and didn't explain what to say.
Fang Xuejian pondered for a moment, looked up and saw him sitting there respectfully, and smiled and said: Bo Qian, go and do your own. You don’t have to prepare lunch for me, I’ll just eat some casually when I go out.
Boss Qian originally had something to say, but seeing that he looked unconscious and had no thoughts on him, he said, "If you have anything to do, just say goodbye, say goodbye, and cover the door for him."
Fang Xuejian saw him go out, jumped barefoot to the bed, took out the silver notes from the big bag, and counted them carefully. There were as many as 64,500 taels. Adding to the more than 20,000 taels in his original pocket, the silver on him was as much as 85,000 taels.
These silvers are naturally not considered rich in large provincial capitals such as Beijing and Nanjing, but in small counties like Tongcheng and Yushan, he is also considered a rich man.
Fang Xuejian counted it sweetly again. The pride in his heart was hard to describe in words. If he had been happy for a while, he sighed and pulled out a silver note worth 500 taels into his arms. The remaining large silver notes were still stuffed into the bag and locked into a camphor wood cabinet in the room.
The autumn air was clear outside, and the sun was already rising. He left the inn alone and went to the street to stroll. As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when they are happy. After walking for a long time, they still don’t feel tired at all.
At noon, I walked into a small hotel on the street corner and ordered half a pound of rice wine, a roast chicken and two dishes of side dishes, and drank it alone.
He remembered that he was a pauper three days ago and could not afford a piece of sesame cake. Now he is rich, and he feels sour when drinking, and eating chickens. He actually makes his mouth sharp. He feels funny in his heart. A sip of wine is sprayed out, splashing the waiter's face.
The waiter was a young man with a pale face and skinny face. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he was stunned and reached out to wipe the wine from his face. Seeing Fang Xuejian's clothes were gorgeous and upright, he dared not complain, his face was filled with smiles, and he nodded and retreated.
Fang Xuejian looked at his respectful look and laughed. His fists took turns to hit the table, and the wine, dishes, and the dishes and chopsticks on it kept jumping.
He laughed louder and louder, unscrupulously, laughing as if no one else was around, lying on the table, laughing so hard that his stomach cramps, tears flowing, and laughing constantly, until the end of his laugh, but even he couldn't tell whether he was laughing or crying
He saw his own shadow from the waiter, a self three days ago
After lunch, he went to the bathhouse for an hour to take a bath and lazily put on his clothes. When he came out, he realized that men could also procrastinate like this.
Hire a donkey cart and return to the inn. Long Hongling has not come back yet
The backyard was deserted, Fang Xuejian leaned against the table, staring at the quiet autumn sun outside the window, and found that this afternoon was too long
"The Demon Goddess's Art" was taken out from his arms, and tried his best to resist the urge to doze off, and barely turned three pages. The pictures in the book were rough and clumsy, and they were not as good as the young lady's nails.
The author of this book must be color blind. He painted a woman like a fat pig, lacking imagination, and was not as bright as a lady's hair.
Nine shallow and deep, right three, left three, swaying like an eel, progress like a leech step, how can this author, who is three times more idiotic than illiterate, must have copied it from an ancient book. Alas, if I had been careful last night, I could have gone to the old lady with the eel step and leech step. Maybe I am still in bed now. Nine shallow and deep, right three, right three, left three
Fang Xuejian sighed in this way, criticizing the classic "Personal Warriors" that is known as the world's most powerful and the world's number one classic, and it is worthless. It was only when the sun sets, after eating the supper delivered by Boss Qian himself, and drank another cup of tea. He had not seen Long Hongling come back yet
The heavy night is pressing over like fog, so thick that it makes people breathless
The osmanthus tree outside the window is like an ink painting soaked in water. The softened pigment gradually fades, melts and disintegrates until it completely disappears from the pupils.
There was no moon in the sky, and there was no light in the room. He sat at the table, melting into a part of the darkness, only his two eyes were still flashing occasionally
Fang Xuejian suddenly crawled out of the window like a cat, climbed over the 1 meter high wall of the backyard, and ran south along the long street.
The unfathomable night is like a huge ink velvet, covering the entire earth and the sky. The wind whistles through the gray streets. Everything seems to be wearing black mourning clothes. The whole world is as sad as a funeral.
Fang Xuejian ran all the way, feeling anxious. He opened his eyes hard and couldn't see clearly even if he had to do anything three meters away in such weather. With his lightness skills, wouldn't it be difficult to cross the pontoon bridge?
Since his internal strength grew, his steps have become much lighter. With Long Hongling's power guide, he walked even faster. He soon arrived by the river.
He vaguely remembered that this was the way to Bingxi Tower, and he didn't think much about it, so he ran west along the river bank.
The river surface was pitch black, and it was windy tonight. It was very difficult to light the lights on the river. He went up to the pontoon bridge and walked slowly over, thinking that if someone asked, he would take a carp to the air first, and then run away. He thought that the officials and officials were used to being arrogant and vicious, with fat heads and ears, and he would probably not be able to run away. He should be safely able to escape.
He walked to the other side but didn't find anyone guarding him. He thought that these old men would probably hide in the warm bed of good looks while the moon was dark and the wind was high.
Fang Xuejian felt relieved, so he ran to Bingxi Tower to take a look. The four floors were brightly lit and the voices were noisy. I guess there must be guests and tables filled with delicious food. When I was drunk, it was time to change my cups and keep my heart open.
Fang Xuejian really wanted to go in and see if Long Hongling was there, but after standing outside the door for a moment, he turned around sadly and walked forward aimlessly.
He came out with a stream of passion. At this moment, the cold wind blew, and a chill flowed through his whole body. The blood in his chest had already cooled down.
Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the weather is colder. The streets are quiet and cold, with leaves rushing on their heads, and the projection of trees below are hideous.
He walked along the empty long street for unknown long time, turned a corner, and suddenly a lively door appeared in front of him. Several carriages were parked at the door, two strings of red lanterns hung under the eaves, floating around in the wind, shaking endlessly
Fang Xuejian was surprised in his heart. Is it the county government office so lively?
After a few steps, two women wearing heavy makeup stood at the door, greeting passersby in a coquettish voice.
He felt curious and went up to look at the plaque on the door frame, with three large vermilion red characters written on it: Yuchuntang
Tamashundo?
Isn’t this Wang Cuiqiao’s residence?
I wonder if the eldest lady will run to her place?
Fang Xuejian's mind was not finished, and a strong fragrance came to his face. A sneeze almost broke out. A woman in his ear said in a coquettish voice: This little official, the wind is so strong outside. Come and sit in and take a rest, drink a cup of hot tea to warm your body and pass Yuchun Hall without entering. Is that still a man? As he said that, he came to pull his sleeves.
Fang Xue was gradually getting drowsy when she was soaked by the fragrant wind. She hadn't figured out why she could not be considered a man when she passed by Yuchun Hall. This problem was pulled into the door room by the woman a few times.
The two walked through the yard to the front of the hall, and saw four tables of banquets in the hall. The tables were filled with officials, gentlemen, men and women, flirting with each other, drinking and joking, and it was very lively.
Two women in green clothes sat upright at the corner of the left front room, one played the flute and the other played the piano. The sound in the room was lingering in the noise of the guests, and they were faintly visible.
Fang Xuejian entered this charming place where gold is bought and laughed, and the red sleeves are inviting joy. In front of him, Yingying YànYàn is all beautiful and dazzling, and he is timid and timid in his heart. He doesn't know if he should go in or go back.
At a loss, the madam Fang came out and asked his surname, asked him to go to the side room, and asked the girl to watch the tea.
Tea is produced locally in Yushan. Bingxi Feiting Needles, picked before Qingming Festival. Although it is not as fragrant as Longjing tea, it also has a unique and refreshing taste.
Fang Xuejian ran away so many times and was already thirsty. He thanked him and drank a few sips.
Fang's mother waited for him to put down the teacup and said with a smile: Mr. Yuan is so nervous that she must be here for the first time.
Fang Xuejian nodded and said, "You dare to ask your mother, is there a woman named Wang Cuiqiao in this Yuchun Hall?"
Fang's mother heard that he came to find Wang Cuiqiao, and she was half cold. She sighed and said: To be honest, Wang Cuiqiao is just a guest official in this courtyard. She has always been selling her skills but not her own. Even if she spends more money, she can only see it and cannot do it. Besides, there was an accident two days ago, which made Miss Wang in a bad mood and she will leave here tomorrow.
Fang Xuejian was secretly surprised and thought that Wang Cuiqiao was in a hurry to leave here. Most of the time, she was afraid of Wang Siwen. She didn't know that this bastard was beaten by herself and Long Hongling. She was now unable to take care of herself, lying on the bed with a bruised nose and swollen face and shouting for mercy. Where could she have any extra leisure to cause trouble?
He thought in his stomach, and still had a smile on his face, saying: It's better to come early than to come by. Xiaosheng and Miss Wang met before, and they are considered old acquaintances. He heard that she was placing an order in the courtyard and came to visit him tonight. He didn't expect that she would leave tomorrow, and she was just in time to see him off, so she was destined to say goodbye. As he said that, he took out a five-tall ingot from his arms and put it on the table.
When Fang's mother saw the light of silver, she immediately smiled like a honey jar. She hurriedly called the maid and ordered her to take Mr. Yuan to see Miss Wang to the backyard.
Yuchun Hall is built by the river, covering a wide area, surrounded by green trees and bamboos, with layers of houses in the courtyard, curved sill carved railings and green windows and red doors, countless
Fang Xuejian followed the maid, walked through many houses with lights, and walked up a winding stone path. In the hazy night, you could vaguely see several flower beds made of stone in the lake, and clusters of shrubs and grass flowers. I think it must be the backyard.
At the end of the stone path, a three-bedroom flat house is revealed, which is very cool
The room on the left is an empty room for a maid, usually with beds, tables and chairs, but it is a store for an official shop. The room on the right is Wang Cuiqiao's bedroom, with lights on and ear rooms on both sides.
The two turned from the side and entered the middle hall. The maid lit a candle and asked him to sit in the guest seat in the middle before turning around and going to the inner room to invite Wang Cuiqiao.
Fang Xuejian's nose was sensitive, and he had already smelled the strange fragrance. When he glanced into the house, he saw a Boshan bronze stove on the coffee table with carved nanmu. The light smoke was lingering, and the dragon Salpisodils cake was burning.
There are many famous landscape paintings hanging on the walls around. The ink is dripping, and the thickness is appropriate. Only the famous pen is not visible.
There are more than a dozen pots of strange rocks and pine trees under the eaves of the windows, and the chairs and chaises are covered with beautiful appearances. The furnishings in the room are very elegant and neat.
Suddenly, the ring is ding dong, and the bamboo curtain sways. A young woman walked out of the inner room, wearing a light yellow silk shirt, about 20 years old, with a pink face, beautiful and elegant expression and subtle manner. She was Wang Cuiqiao, one of the seven famous prostitutes in Qinhuai.
Fang Xuejian stood up quickly and turned around and glanced at him. He felt that his eyes suddenly lit up. The beauty's temples were dark clouds, her eyebrows were crescent moon, her muscles were smooth, her face was set against the morning glow, her jade bamboo shoots in her sleeves, her golden lotus under her skirt was narrow, her appearance looked like a crabapple and a morning dew, her waist was like a willow curling east wind, and she was as bright as the fairy sister of the Guigong Palace. She applauded in her heart, such as a stunning sky-scented fireworks.
Both of them met, both Ah's voice. Fang Xuejian was shocked by the beauty of beauty, but she was really unexpected, surprised and happy.
Facing a moment, Wang Cuiqiao smiled and said: The little girl said that an old acquaintance came to visit, but unexpectedly it was her benefactor who came. Don't blame Jian Man
Fang Xuejian saw that her skin was shimmering and her cheeks were dizzy. She saw that she was even more charming. Her heart was pounding, and she forced her smile to look natural. She smiled and said: Miss Wang, it's really not supposed to disturb you so late, I... He originally wanted to say that he was here to find Long Hongling, but looking at the scene in front of her, the eldest lady would not be in this place, so she stopped talking and said.
Wang Cuiqiao asked him to sit down, then gave a few more instructions to the girl, then moved his lotus steps, and sat down opposite him with a frown.
Fang Xuejian looked at her graceful figure intently, and imagined in her heart what kind of mountains, rivers and valleys under the silk skirt, the beautiful scenery, and she felt a little distracted.
Wang Cuiqiao is a man who is used to seeing the dementia of men. He smiled and said with a smile: Benefactor, the incident happened in Bingxi Tower last time. I heard that Wang Siwen had filed a lawsuit in the yamen. Several officials came to me to ask about your situation. I have been worried about these two days, aren’t it? Wang Siwen’s father is a minister of the Ministry of War in Nanjing and is the second rank of the official position. The county magistrate here cannot pay attention to such cases. Ah
Fang Xuejian took the fragrant tea from his maid and took a sip and said: People do not fight with officials, and poor do not fight with rich people. The Wang family is rich and powerful. People like me naturally can only hide from afar. A person with such a big name in Miss Cuiqiao will also hide tomorrow?
Wang Cuiqiao smiled, picked up the teacup, but did not drink it quickly, staring at the light smoke rising in front of him, and slowly said: People do not fight with officials, poor do not fight with rich, this is the world, what are the ways for ordinary people? Alas, otherwise why would he have to leave his wife and leave home, and be dedicated to making an official? The last sentence is very low, just like saying it for her to listen to it.
Fang Xuejian's internal skills are profound, and he can hear this sentence clearly. Only her low voice was extremely depressing, full of resentment and sadness. He was suddenly shocked and thought that although she was so beautiful and had a great skill, she was in front of others, but she lived a very bitter life in her heart.
That he should refer to her husband, Luo Longwen, who cheated her of money and went to Beijing to find a job.
Luo Longwen is also from Tongcheng, Anhui, and is an authentic fellow villager with him.
Fang Xuejian knew that the more someone else’s private affairs were, the less he interrupted, the better, but he did not show any affection in his stomach. He really stripped Luo Longwen several times and sucked his tendons several times.
He said with no words: Miss Cuiqiao is not familiar with the place, so I don’t know what plans are in the future?
Wang Cuiqiao smiled slightly and said: I plan to go to Beijing. In ancient times, Meng Jiangnu found her husband thousands of miles away. I, Wang Cuiqiao, imitated me, and wanted to be foolish.
I heard that Beijing is very large, with a population of hundreds of thousands. It is too difficult to find someone to find a needle in a haystack. Miss Wang must think twice before doing it.
Wang Cuiqiao looked up at the picture of "Mountains and Rivers" hanging on the wall. The beautiful mountains and rivers in the painting are so beautiful, but her eyes are full of loneliness and helplessness, and she said quietly: I have decided, in fact, I have no other place to go except Beijing.
Fang Xuejian sighed in his heart, and suddenly had an idea. He took out the 500 taels of silver bill from his arms and handed it over and said: Miss Cuiqiao, if you want to go to Beijing, I can't help you. Please accept this little thing. You will travel thousands of miles and travel around the journey. The expenses will definitely be very high. Speaking of Beijing City, you are aiming to find someone and live a life of less than one day. It is also good.
Wang Cuiqiao looked at Fang Xuejian, and saw that he looked sincere, and was moved. Her lips moved. She finally didn't say anything. Her eyes turned red and she almost burst into tears. She put away the silver notes and saluted him.
Fang Xuejian hurriedly went to help him and said: Don't be polite, don't be polite.
At this time, footsteps sounded outside the door, Fang Ma came in with the lights, followed by two maids, each carrying a food box in her hand.
She saw the two of them being polite and polite at first sight, and she couldn't help but joke, but she was a little dirty, making them blush and blush
The two maids carried a table of Eight Immortals and took out four bowls of fresh fruits from the food box, namely grapes, red dates, pomegranates and citrus, and six pieces of fragrant side dishes. Finally, they took out a pot of Shaoxing's daughter Hong.
The three of them sat down. Fang's mother said a lot of words to thank Wang Cuiqiao. After drinking a drink, she said goodbye tactfully.
The maid closed the door and went to the ear room to rest
The candlelight swayed, sometimes long and sometimes short, and only two people were sitting opposite each other in the room, the atmosphere was very awkward
Rao Wang Cuiqiao is the head of the courtesan. At this moment, he couldn't help but be beating enthusiastically. He picked up the wine glass to cover his slightly red face. His eyes stared at the bowl of purple grapes and said tremblingly: Benefactor, no one is left to keep people, the moon is dark outside tonight, and it is not suitable to walk. If there is nothing inconvenient, I will stay here for one night. As a concubine Pu Liu, as long as the benefactor...
Looking at each other across the table, Fang Xuejian saw that her face was blushing, her eyes were about to flow, and she was so cute that she couldn't say anything. Her heart trembled. The pair of chopsticks in her hand couldn't hold it firmly. With a click, she fell to the ground
The sky and the earth are dark, the north wind is whimpering, kissing the window lattice wildly
The two of them drank for a while. Wang Cuiqiao blew out the candle and came over to hold his hand. The two walked into the inner room together.
Fang Xuejian's heart was pounding, and he held a soft little hand in his palm, as soft as boneless and as tender as cotton wool. He didn't dare to force too much, for fear of accidentally breaking her skin.
He smelled an intoxicating fragrance at his nose, faintly like the fragrance of tulips. He followed her and followed her like a dream.
There is a candlestick in the room, the lights are dark, and the scenery is still scattered
A bronze mirror platform, carved wooden bed, a pot of calamus on a natural table
There are two blue cloth bags on the table, which should be her bag when she leaves tomorrow
Wang Cuiqiao walked to the bed, raised her slender jade arm, picked up an orchid finger, pulled out the golden steps on her head, and her black hair instantly rushed down like water, as dark as the sky outside the window
She turned her back to the man, closed her eyes, slightly suppressing the excitement in her heart. This was the first time she had been dating a strange man after she got married. Luo Longwen's handsome eyebrows and Fang Xuejian's pretty face were intertwined in her mind. She stretched out her trembling fingers, unbuttoned the buttons on her chest one by one, and her light yellow clothes slipped quietly.
She remembered the first time she was combed
She was fifteen years old at that time, and it was the season of youth. She was particularly charming and won the reputation of Beauty Wang on the Qinhuai River.
The West Lake is often compared to Xizi, even if Xizi is not as good as her, whoever is blessed will die if she gets her body. The beauty and reputation that is passed down in the white walls and black tiles of Nanjing City are shimmering in the water.
On August 15th that year, I was invited by Master Jin to enjoy the moon. The bright moon was in the sky, the vast smoke and waves of Xuanwu Lake were rippling with light boats.
The official made an appointment with three or four gangs, and everyone was doing the trick, drinking and playing, and having fun.
Jin Dashu is fifty-six years old, and he looks very kind. Grandpa should be like this when he is alive.
Who knew that three cups fell into stomach and felt dizzy in my mind, and I was soon unconscious
Waking up in the middle of the night, a mountain of flesh pressed against his naked body, and his lower body felt as if it was about to crack. He wanted to struggle, but his hands and feet became weak, and he was flirting with tears.
It turned out that the cruel madam collected three hundred taels of silver and gave him his first time.
Wang Cuiqiao bit her lip, swallowed her sobs, pulled apart the ribbon, and slid her beige midi silently to the soles of her feet, and it seemed like a huge white lotus suddenly opened on the ground.
This lady, looking at your elegant temperament, you are definitely not an ordinary person, why are you frowning? In the spring season, you are wandering alone on the shore of the South Lake. Is there anything unsatisfactory? In Xiatongcheng Luo Longwen, I know some palmistry, I wonder if I can use the lady's jade hand?
Luo Lang Ah Luo Lang, why did you marry me but leave me behind?
How are you doing in three months and nine days a year, just like this?
do you remember me?
The woman who wandered alone on the shore of South Lake, waiting for you infatuatedly?
The goose yellow close-fitting little dress is as thin as gauze, slid down her round shoulders, swept past her cold nipples, and left her towering buttocks, like a drizzle on the shore of the South Lake in spring, with the coolness and terror that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, floating down to the ground
A teardrop climbed up the long eyelashes, shaking and trembling outside the eyes, and finally dripped sadly, like that confusing Mid-Autumn night, that kind man like grandfather, the ups and downs of flesh mountains, the heart-wrenching pain, perhaps it was relief, perhaps it was a stronger imprisonment
Fang Xuejian's breathing paused
Hair, back, bee waist, long legs, round buttocks, and a naked beauty in front of me
The candlelight shines on her pale and almost transparent skin, lubricating like cream, as if it is a piece of beautiful jade without any flaws.
He felt that he was shaking violently, not only his heart was shaking violently, but his palms were shaking violently.
The trembling fingers finally touched her skin, as soft as silky satin
The two of them trembled all over. Wang Cuiqiao turned around suddenly, and her arms wrapped around Fang Xuejian's neck like a white snake, found his lips, and fell down like a kiss.
Four lips stick together like magnets, and the two tongues are tangled together wildly, from one mouth to the other, spitting saliva and flowing jade liquid
Fang Xuejian sucked the nectar from her mouth, and slid up and down with her hands holding her waist. Finally, she stopped on her smooth and warm buttocks and rubbed them hard.
Wang Cui frowned slightly, her whole body was burning, and she couldn't help but tremble. Her burning lips were half open and half closed, and her breathing was rapid. When she leaned against her generous arms, the man's rich breath came to her nose, making her spine.
Fang Xuejian's skin is warm and hot, and his lips are like a dragonfly, sweeping over her eyes, nose, cheeks and jaws, holding her earlobes
With both hands, they climbed up the delicate and firm Jade Girl Peak, closed their fingers, grabbed two rosy cherries, and rubbed them gently
Wang Cuiqiao sobbed, as if she was about to cry. Her jaw leaned against the man's shoulder, and her exposed body trembled like the raindrops in spring, lingering and fine, and slightly clear.
Her starry eyes were blurred, she was panting, and there was a ball of fire burning in her chest, a ball of fire that seemed to burn her whole body into ashes.
She felt like she had become a moth pounced on the flames, and she couldn't help but refuse without hesitation
The burning fire of lust in his chest evaporated his reason little by little, from under his fingers, from between his lips
She was in love with her ten fingernails suddenly pierced into his shoulders, and two words were gently spit out from her mouth: Luo Lang
The red candle sways, the low call echoes in the house, lingering sadness, lovesickness is in the bones
Fang Xuejian was shocked, his lips stopped on her chest, he opened his eyes, two plump and soft snow peaks stood proudly, a white and smooth deep groove stretched between the peaks, two bright red buds trembled on the peak, bright red and trembling, like two strawberries that had just come out of water, less than two inches from his lips
Wang Cuiqiao opened her watery eyes, her eyes rippling like smoke on the vast South Lake
The two of them looked at each other and were speechless. Suddenly, they hugged each other hard again, their lips connected, and they were as if they were glued and painted. They were hard to separate again, and they never wanted to separate again, and they never let them separate again.
The sky-blue curtain floated gently, and the two of them rolled onto the bed hugging each other, hissing, and piece of rags were thrown out, floating all over the ground
Fang Xuejian's eyes shone in the darkness, excited and hungry light, like wild wolf in the wilderness
A wild and heart-shaking male smell spread in the tent, and Wang Cuiqiao's body seemed to melt into a pool of snow, so soft that he could rub it into any shape
She spread her legs, plump and slender, shining with seductive white light, raised her high above her top
Her shiny skin was as smooth as cream, and the curves of her chest and abdomen were as undulating as mountains. She shivered gently under the man, feeling his heat, his hardness, the reality and urgency of slowly approaching
Fang Xuejian held the beauty's two ankles, thrust her waist hard, and her hard lower body broke through the waves.
Her body was rising and falling like a wave, enriching again and again, sprinkling the sparks of happiness, wrapping her moans, crying and shouting,
Wang Cuiqiao felt that she had turned into a trickle of stream, and all her consciousness was far away from her body. The innate loneliness in her chest seemed to begin to dissolve in a trace, and then turned into countless small pieces of ice, drifting away, floating away, floating away, and singing along the way.
Three months and nine days a year, the spring boudoir is lonely, and lovesickness turns into ashes
The carved wooden bed was trembling violently and creaking
She opened her eyes, and her throat made her feel lewd moans that made her heart beat hot and her ears so hard that she could hear it.
Two blurred eyes looked overhead, as if passing through the tent, the tiles, the sky and time, back to the shore of the South Lake with drizzle, the handsome young man in a long gown, raised his head, looked at each other, stunning, panicked, and in a moment
She smiled slightly, stretched out her hand, her five slender fingers were as transparent as agate, and said: Do you really know how to look at palmitage? Then let me take a look
What do you want to see if your lady?
Marriage
Fang Xuejian's rapid breathing was like bubbles coming out of the bottom of the pot, one string after another. He suddenly shouted loudly, his lower body shook violently for a few times, and he leaned on her and gasped.
Wang Cuiqiao chanted a long time, and the heat flow of his whole body was turbulent, tumbling like boiling, and his body seemed to have turned into those bubbles, flying into the air, floating in the air, not knowing where he was
In the darkness, she closed her eyes contentedly and hugged the man in her arms
Her only grudge, her only love
The bright and destructive candlelight flows on the tent above the head. The bed curtain is sky blue, which is vast and quiet. It is like the boundless sky, covering all the confusion in the world, like the vast sea, covering all the madness in peace.
In a daze, Fang Xuejian seemed to hear someone calling softly, his mind cleared, and he opened his eyes. He only saw a wrinkled and thin face in front of him. A thigh of mouse beard under his jaw raised slightly and his lips moved, but it was the boss Qian of Tianqing Inn.
When Boss Qian saw him open his eyes, his face smiled even stronger, and he squinted a pair of triangular eyes and said: Mr. Yuan, you are awake. The lady told me that it is okay to try not to disturb your rest. But this bowl of shark fin has been stewed. If you don’t eat it while it’s hot, the taste will be much worse. As he said, he held a bowl with both hands.
Fang Xuejian felt confused. My surname was Fang, but when did I change it to Yuan? Even if I change my surname, why didn’t I have any impression of it?
He stared blankly at the attentive smile on Boss Qian's face, and suddenly realized that this Qian person was so enthusiastic about Long Hongling, and was probably also an important figure in the villa. He is still a prisoner of Shenlong Villa. If he rashly declared his real name, he would not only know that his dream of marrying Xiao Zhao would be a bubble, but he might also return to the cage and be with the body of the Shelangjun.
After thinking through the key to the problem, Fang Xuejian couldn't help but secretly praised the young lady's brain. She pinched square into round (Yuan), and her ability to rub the long and short was really brilliant. I remembered that she used this clever method last night, and she wanted to rub the two snow peaks on the beautiful woman's chest. She wanted to be round and flatten, and she let herself do her own wishes. She was so careless and fell into her conspiracy. She only suffered a abdominal pain in the middle of the night, which was a big disaster.
Fang Xuejian's heart was bright and she sat up. She put on her clothes. She smiled and took the soup bowl from him, took a bite, and praised: These shark fins are fresh and smooth, and they are really delicious. Mr. Qian, sit down, don't let your waist and legs be tired. Where is your lady?
Boss Qian is one of the three major supervisors of Shenlong Villa, responsible for managing the villa's various business in Yushan City.
He is a meticulous person. Seeing that Long Hongling is very intimate with this young man, the two live together and sleep, and the relationship is self-evident. The owner of the manor only has the daughter of the young lady. The future successor of the villa is probably the young man in front of him. He is very flattering in his heart, but the two go out early and come back late, and they are elusive and can't find any opportunity.
He found a chair to sit down, and his smile on his face was even more sticky than the shark fins in the soup bowl, and said: Miss, I went out early in the morning. I saw that she was walking to the south of the city, so I don’t know what to do.
Fang Xuejian was suspicious, and Long Hongling ran to the south of the city without saying a word. Wouldn't she be afraid of being arrested?
After a few bites, I picked up the delicious food in the bowl and said: Bo Qian, did you have any words to explain before Miss left?
Boss Qian watched him simmering shark fins that he had simmered on low heat for an hour, and swallowed them like drinking rice porridge. After a few bites, he couldn't help feeling a little distressed. He took the empty bowl and shook his head and said: Miss, when the shark fins were on the stove, he rode a donkey out, and didn't explain what to say.
Fang Xuejian pondered for a moment, looked up and saw him sitting there respectfully, and smiled and said: Bo Qian, go and do your own. You don’t have to prepare lunch for me, I’ll just eat some casually when I go out.
Boss Qian originally had something to say, but seeing that he looked unconscious and had no thoughts on him, he said, "If you have anything to do, just say goodbye, say goodbye, and cover the door for him."
Fang Xuejian saw him go out, jumped barefoot to the bed, took out the silver notes from the big bag, and counted them carefully. There were as many as 64,500 taels. Adding to the more than 20,000 taels in his original pocket, the silver on him was as much as 85,000 taels.
These silvers are naturally not considered rich in large provincial capitals such as Beijing and Nanjing, but in small counties like Tongcheng and Yushan, he is also considered a rich man.
Fang Xuejian counted it sweetly again. The pride in his heart was hard to describe in words. If he had been happy for a while, he sighed and pulled out a silver note worth 500 taels into his arms. The remaining large silver notes were still stuffed into the bag and locked into a camphor wood cabinet in the room.
The autumn air was clear outside, and the sun was already rising. He left the inn alone and went to the street to stroll. As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when they are happy. After walking for a long time, they still don’t feel tired at all.
At noon, I walked into a small hotel on the street corner and ordered half a pound of rice wine, a roast chicken and two dishes of side dishes, and drank it alone.
He remembered that he was a pauper three days ago and could not afford a piece of sesame cake. Now he is rich, and he feels sour when drinking, and eating chickens. He actually makes his mouth sharp. He feels funny in his heart. A sip of wine is sprayed out, splashing the waiter's face.
The waiter was a young man with a pale face and skinny face. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he was stunned and reached out to wipe the wine from his face. Seeing Fang Xuejian's clothes were gorgeous and upright, he dared not complain, his face was filled with smiles, and he nodded and retreated.
Fang Xuejian looked at his respectful look and laughed. His fists took turns to hit the table, and the wine, dishes, and the dishes and chopsticks on it kept jumping.
He laughed louder and louder, unscrupulously, laughing as if no one else was around, lying on the table, laughing so hard that his stomach cramps, tears flowing, and laughing constantly, until the end of his laugh, but even he couldn't tell whether he was laughing or crying
He saw his own shadow from the waiter, a self three days ago
After lunch, he went to the bathhouse for an hour to take a bath and lazily put on his clothes. When he came out, he realized that men could also procrastinate like this.
Hire a donkey cart and return to the inn. Long Hongling has not come back yet
The backyard was deserted, Fang Xuejian leaned against the table, staring at the quiet autumn sun outside the window, and found that this afternoon was too long
"The Demon Goddess's Art" was taken out from his arms, and tried his best to resist the urge to doze off, and barely turned three pages. The pictures in the book were rough and clumsy, and they were not as good as the young lady's nails.
The author of this book must be color blind. He painted a woman like a fat pig, lacking imagination, and was not as bright as a lady's hair.
Nine shallow and deep, right three, left three, swaying like an eel, progress like a leech step, how can this author, who is three times more idiotic than illiterate, must have copied it from an ancient book. Alas, if I had been careful last night, I could have gone to the old lady with the eel step and leech step. Maybe I am still in bed now. Nine shallow and deep, right three, right three, left three
Fang Xuejian sighed in this way, criticizing the classic "Personal Warriors" that is known as the world's most powerful and the world's number one classic, and it is worthless. It was only when the sun sets, after eating the supper delivered by Boss Qian himself, and drank another cup of tea. He had not seen Long Hongling come back yet
The heavy night is pressing over like fog, so thick that it makes people breathless
The osmanthus tree outside the window is like an ink painting soaked in water. The softened pigment gradually fades, melts and disintegrates until it completely disappears from the pupils.
There was no moon in the sky, and there was no light in the room. He sat at the table, melting into a part of the darkness, only his two eyes were still flashing occasionally
Fang Xuejian suddenly crawled out of the window like a cat, climbed over the 1 meter high wall of the backyard, and ran south along the long street.
The unfathomable night is like a huge ink velvet, covering the entire earth and the sky. The wind whistles through the gray streets. Everything seems to be wearing black mourning clothes. The whole world is as sad as a funeral.
Fang Xuejian ran all the way, feeling anxious. He opened his eyes hard and couldn't see clearly even if he had to do anything three meters away in such weather. With his lightness skills, wouldn't it be difficult to cross the pontoon bridge?
Since his internal strength grew, his steps have become much lighter. With Long Hongling's power guide, he walked even faster. He soon arrived by the river.
He vaguely remembered that this was the way to Bingxi Tower, and he didn't think much about it, so he ran west along the river bank.
The river surface was pitch black, and it was windy tonight. It was very difficult to light the lights on the river. He went up to the pontoon bridge and walked slowly over, thinking that if someone asked, he would take a carp to the air first, and then run away. He thought that the officials and officials were used to being arrogant and vicious, with fat heads and ears, and he would probably not be able to run away. He should be safely able to escape.
He walked to the other side but didn't find anyone guarding him. He thought that these old men would probably hide in the warm bed of good looks while the moon was dark and the wind was high.
Fang Xuejian felt relieved, so he ran to Bingxi Tower to take a look. The four floors were brightly lit and the voices were noisy. I guess there must be guests and tables filled with delicious food. When I was drunk, it was time to change my cups and keep my heart open.
Fang Xuejian really wanted to go in and see if Long Hongling was there, but after standing outside the door for a moment, he turned around sadly and walked forward aimlessly.
He came out with a stream of passion. At this moment, the cold wind blew, and a chill flowed through his whole body. The blood in his chest had already cooled down.
Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the weather is colder. The streets are quiet and cold, with leaves rushing on their heads, and the projection of trees below are hideous.
He walked along the empty long street for unknown long time, turned a corner, and suddenly a lively door appeared in front of him. Several carriages were parked at the door, two strings of red lanterns hung under the eaves, floating around in the wind, shaking endlessly
Fang Xuejian was surprised in his heart. Is it the county government office so lively?
After a few steps, two women wearing heavy makeup stood at the door, greeting passersby in a coquettish voice.
He felt curious and went up to look at the plaque on the door frame, with three large vermilion red characters written on it: Yuchuntang
Tamashundo?
Isn’t this Wang Cuiqiao’s residence?
I wonder if the eldest lady will run to her place?
Fang Xuejian's mind was not finished, and a strong fragrance came to his face. A sneeze almost broke out. A woman in his ear said in a coquettish voice: This little official, the wind is so strong outside. Come and sit in and take a rest, drink a cup of hot tea to warm your body and pass Yuchun Hall without entering. Is that still a man? As he said that, he came to pull his sleeves.
Fang Xue was gradually getting drowsy when she was soaked by the fragrant wind. She hadn't figured out why she could not be considered a man when she passed by Yuchun Hall. This problem was pulled into the door room by the woman a few times.
The two walked through the yard to the front of the hall, and saw four tables of banquets in the hall. The tables were filled with officials, gentlemen, men and women, flirting with each other, drinking and joking, and it was very lively.
Two women in green clothes sat upright at the corner of the left front room, one played the flute and the other played the piano. The sound in the room was lingering in the noise of the guests, and they were faintly visible.
Fang Xuejian entered this charming place where gold is bought and laughed, and the red sleeves are inviting joy. In front of him, Yingying YànYàn is all beautiful and dazzling, and he is timid and timid in his heart. He doesn't know if he should go in or go back.
At a loss, the madam Fang came out and asked his surname, asked him to go to the side room, and asked the girl to watch the tea.
Tea is produced locally in Yushan. Bingxi Feiting Needles, picked before Qingming Festival. Although it is not as fragrant as Longjing tea, it also has a unique and refreshing taste.
Fang Xuejian ran away so many times and was already thirsty. He thanked him and drank a few sips.
Fang's mother waited for him to put down the teacup and said with a smile: Mr. Yuan is so nervous that she must be here for the first time.
Fang Xuejian nodded and said, "You dare to ask your mother, is there a woman named Wang Cuiqiao in this Yuchun Hall?"
Fang's mother heard that he came to find Wang Cuiqiao, and she was half cold. She sighed and said: To be honest, Wang Cuiqiao is just a guest official in this courtyard. She has always been selling her skills but not her own. Even if she spends more money, she can only see it and cannot do it. Besides, there was an accident two days ago, which made Miss Wang in a bad mood and she will leave here tomorrow.
Fang Xuejian was secretly surprised and thought that Wang Cuiqiao was in a hurry to leave here. Most of the time, she was afraid of Wang Siwen. She didn't know that this bastard was beaten by herself and Long Hongling. She was now unable to take care of herself, lying on the bed with a bruised nose and swollen face and shouting for mercy. Where could she have any extra leisure to cause trouble?
He thought in his stomach, and still had a smile on his face, saying: It's better to come early than to come by. Xiaosheng and Miss Wang met before, and they are considered old acquaintances. He heard that she was placing an order in the courtyard and came to visit him tonight. He didn't expect that she would leave tomorrow, and she was just in time to see him off, so she was destined to say goodbye. As he said that, he took out a five-tall ingot from his arms and put it on the table.
When Fang's mother saw the light of silver, she immediately smiled like a honey jar. She hurriedly called the maid and ordered her to take Mr. Yuan to see Miss Wang to the backyard.
Yuchun Hall is built by the river, covering a wide area, surrounded by green trees and bamboos, with layers of houses in the courtyard, curved sill carved railings and green windows and red doors, countless
Fang Xuejian followed the maid, walked through many houses with lights, and walked up a winding stone path. In the hazy night, you could vaguely see several flower beds made of stone in the lake, and clusters of shrubs and grass flowers. I think it must be the backyard.
At the end of the stone path, a three-bedroom flat house is revealed, which is very cool
The room on the left is an empty room for a maid, usually with beds, tables and chairs, but it is a store for an official shop. The room on the right is Wang Cuiqiao's bedroom, with lights on and ear rooms on both sides.
The two turned from the side and entered the middle hall. The maid lit a candle and asked him to sit in the guest seat in the middle before turning around and going to the inner room to invite Wang Cuiqiao.
Fang Xuejian's nose was sensitive, and he had already smelled the strange fragrance. When he glanced into the house, he saw a Boshan bronze stove on the coffee table with carved nanmu. The light smoke was lingering, and the dragon Salpisodils cake was burning.
There are many famous landscape paintings hanging on the walls around. The ink is dripping, and the thickness is appropriate. Only the famous pen is not visible.
There are more than a dozen pots of strange rocks and pine trees under the eaves of the windows, and the chairs and chaises are covered with beautiful appearances. The furnishings in the room are very elegant and neat.
Suddenly, the ring is ding dong, and the bamboo curtain sways. A young woman walked out of the inner room, wearing a light yellow silk shirt, about 20 years old, with a pink face, beautiful and elegant expression and subtle manner. She was Wang Cuiqiao, one of the seven famous prostitutes in Qinhuai.
Fang Xuejian stood up quickly and turned around and glanced at him. He felt that his eyes suddenly lit up. The beauty's temples were dark clouds, her eyebrows were crescent moon, her muscles were smooth, her face was set against the morning glow, her jade bamboo shoots in her sleeves, her golden lotus under her skirt was narrow, her appearance looked like a crabapple and a morning dew, her waist was like a willow curling east wind, and she was as bright as the fairy sister of the Guigong Palace. She applauded in her heart, such as a stunning sky-scented fireworks.
Both of them met, both Ah's voice. Fang Xuejian was shocked by the beauty of beauty, but she was really unexpected, surprised and happy.
Facing a moment, Wang Cuiqiao smiled and said: The little girl said that an old acquaintance came to visit, but unexpectedly it was her benefactor who came. Don't blame Jian Man
Fang Xuejian saw that her skin was shimmering and her cheeks were dizzy. She saw that she was even more charming. Her heart was pounding, and she forced her smile to look natural. She smiled and said: Miss Wang, it's really not supposed to disturb you so late, I... He originally wanted to say that he was here to find Long Hongling, but looking at the scene in front of her, the eldest lady would not be in this place, so she stopped talking and said.
Wang Cuiqiao asked him to sit down, then gave a few more instructions to the girl, then moved his lotus steps, and sat down opposite him with a frown.
Fang Xuejian looked at her graceful figure intently, and imagined in her heart what kind of mountains, rivers and valleys under the silk skirt, the beautiful scenery, and she felt a little distracted.
Wang Cuiqiao is a man who is used to seeing the dementia of men. He smiled and said with a smile: Benefactor, the incident happened in Bingxi Tower last time. I heard that Wang Siwen had filed a lawsuit in the yamen. Several officials came to me to ask about your situation. I have been worried about these two days, aren’t it? Wang Siwen’s father is a minister of the Ministry of War in Nanjing and is the second rank of the official position. The county magistrate here cannot pay attention to such cases. Ah
Fang Xuejian took the fragrant tea from his maid and took a sip and said: People do not fight with officials, and poor do not fight with rich people. The Wang family is rich and powerful. People like me naturally can only hide from afar. A person with such a big name in Miss Cuiqiao will also hide tomorrow?
Wang Cuiqiao smiled, picked up the teacup, but did not drink it quickly, staring at the light smoke rising in front of him, and slowly said: People do not fight with officials, poor do not fight with rich, this is the world, what are the ways for ordinary people? Alas, otherwise why would he have to leave his wife and leave home, and be dedicated to making an official? The last sentence is very low, just like saying it for her to listen to it.
Fang Xuejian's internal skills are profound, and he can hear this sentence clearly. Only her low voice was extremely depressing, full of resentment and sadness. He was suddenly shocked and thought that although she was so beautiful and had a great skill, she was in front of others, but she lived a very bitter life in her heart.
That he should refer to her husband, Luo Longwen, who cheated her of money and went to Beijing to find a job.
Luo Longwen is also from Tongcheng, Anhui, and is an authentic fellow villager with him.
Fang Xuejian knew that the more someone else’s private affairs were, the less he interrupted, the better, but he did not show any affection in his stomach. He really stripped Luo Longwen several times and sucked his tendons several times.
He said with no words: Miss Cuiqiao is not familiar with the place, so I don’t know what plans are in the future?
Wang Cuiqiao smiled slightly and said: I plan to go to Beijing. In ancient times, Meng Jiangnu found her husband thousands of miles away. I, Wang Cuiqiao, imitated me, and wanted to be foolish.
I heard that Beijing is very large, with a population of hundreds of thousands. It is too difficult to find someone to find a needle in a haystack. Miss Wang must think twice before doing it.
Wang Cuiqiao looked up at the picture of "Mountains and Rivers" hanging on the wall. The beautiful mountains and rivers in the painting are so beautiful, but her eyes are full of loneliness and helplessness, and she said quietly: I have decided, in fact, I have no other place to go except Beijing.
Fang Xuejian sighed in his heart, and suddenly had an idea. He took out the 500 taels of silver bill from his arms and handed it over and said: Miss Cuiqiao, if you want to go to Beijing, I can't help you. Please accept this little thing. You will travel thousands of miles and travel around the journey. The expenses will definitely be very high. Speaking of Beijing City, you are aiming to find someone and live a life of less than one day. It is also good.
Wang Cuiqiao looked at Fang Xuejian, and saw that he looked sincere, and was moved. Her lips moved. She finally didn't say anything. Her eyes turned red and she almost burst into tears. She put away the silver notes and saluted him.
Fang Xuejian hurriedly went to help him and said: Don't be polite, don't be polite.
At this time, footsteps sounded outside the door, Fang Ma came in with the lights, followed by two maids, each carrying a food box in her hand.
She saw the two of them being polite and polite at first sight, and she couldn't help but joke, but she was a little dirty, making them blush and blush
The two maids carried a table of Eight Immortals and took out four bowls of fresh fruits from the food box, namely grapes, red dates, pomegranates and citrus, and six pieces of fragrant side dishes. Finally, they took out a pot of Shaoxing's daughter Hong.
The three of them sat down. Fang's mother said a lot of words to thank Wang Cuiqiao. After drinking a drink, she said goodbye tactfully.
The maid closed the door and went to the ear room to rest
The candlelight swayed, sometimes long and sometimes short, and only two people were sitting opposite each other in the room, the atmosphere was very awkward
Rao Wang Cuiqiao is the head of the courtesan. At this moment, he couldn't help but be beating enthusiastically. He picked up the wine glass to cover his slightly red face. His eyes stared at the bowl of purple grapes and said tremblingly: Benefactor, no one is left to keep people, the moon is dark outside tonight, and it is not suitable to walk. If there is nothing inconvenient, I will stay here for one night. As a concubine Pu Liu, as long as the benefactor...
Looking at each other across the table, Fang Xuejian saw that her face was blushing, her eyes were about to flow, and she was so cute that she couldn't say anything. Her heart trembled. The pair of chopsticks in her hand couldn't hold it firmly. With a click, she fell to the ground
The sky and the earth are dark, the north wind is whimpering, kissing the window lattice wildly
The two of them drank for a while. Wang Cuiqiao blew out the candle and came over to hold his hand. The two walked into the inner room together.
Fang Xuejian's heart was pounding, and he held a soft little hand in his palm, as soft as boneless and as tender as cotton wool. He didn't dare to force too much, for fear of accidentally breaking her skin.
He smelled an intoxicating fragrance at his nose, faintly like the fragrance of tulips. He followed her and followed her like a dream.
There is a candlestick in the room, the lights are dark, and the scenery is still scattered
A bronze mirror platform, carved wooden bed, a pot of calamus on a natural table
There are two blue cloth bags on the table, which should be her bag when she leaves tomorrow
Wang Cuiqiao walked to the bed, raised her slender jade arm, picked up an orchid finger, pulled out the golden steps on her head, and her black hair instantly rushed down like water, as dark as the sky outside the window
She turned her back to the man, closed her eyes, slightly suppressing the excitement in her heart. This was the first time she had been dating a strange man after she got married. Luo Longwen's handsome eyebrows and Fang Xuejian's pretty face were intertwined in her mind. She stretched out her trembling fingers, unbuttoned the buttons on her chest one by one, and her light yellow clothes slipped quietly.
She remembered the first time she was combed
She was fifteen years old at that time, and it was the season of youth. She was particularly charming and won the reputation of Beauty Wang on the Qinhuai River.
The West Lake is often compared to Xizi, even if Xizi is not as good as her, whoever is blessed will die if she gets her body. The beauty and reputation that is passed down in the white walls and black tiles of Nanjing City are shimmering in the water.
On August 15th that year, I was invited by Master Jin to enjoy the moon. The bright moon was in the sky, the vast smoke and waves of Xuanwu Lake were rippling with light boats.
The official made an appointment with three or four gangs, and everyone was doing the trick, drinking and playing, and having fun.
Jin Dashu is fifty-six years old, and he looks very kind. Grandpa should be like this when he is alive.
Who knew that three cups fell into stomach and felt dizzy in my mind, and I was soon unconscious
Waking up in the middle of the night, a mountain of flesh pressed against his naked body, and his lower body felt as if it was about to crack. He wanted to struggle, but his hands and feet became weak, and he was flirting with tears.
It turned out that the cruel madam collected three hundred taels of silver and gave him his first time.
Wang Cuiqiao bit her lip, swallowed her sobs, pulled apart the ribbon, and slid her beige midi silently to the soles of her feet, and it seemed like a huge white lotus suddenly opened on the ground.
This lady, looking at your elegant temperament, you are definitely not an ordinary person, why are you frowning? In the spring season, you are wandering alone on the shore of the South Lake. Is there anything unsatisfactory? In Xiatongcheng Luo Longwen, I know some palmistry, I wonder if I can use the lady's jade hand?
Luo Lang Ah Luo Lang, why did you marry me but leave me behind?
How are you doing in three months and nine days a year, just like this?
do you remember me?
The woman who wandered alone on the shore of South Lake, waiting for you infatuatedly?
The goose yellow close-fitting little dress is as thin as gauze, slid down her round shoulders, swept past her cold nipples, and left her towering buttocks, like a drizzle on the shore of the South Lake in spring, with the coolness and terror that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, floating down to the ground
A teardrop climbed up the long eyelashes, shaking and trembling outside the eyes, and finally dripped sadly, like that confusing Mid-Autumn night, that kind man like grandfather, the ups and downs of flesh mountains, the heart-wrenching pain, perhaps it was relief, perhaps it was a stronger imprisonment
Fang Xuejian's breathing paused
Hair, back, bee waist, long legs, round buttocks, and a naked beauty in front of me
The candlelight shines on her pale and almost transparent skin, lubricating like cream, as if it is a piece of beautiful jade without any flaws.
He felt that he was shaking violently, not only his heart was shaking violently, but his palms were shaking violently.
The trembling fingers finally touched her skin, as soft as silky satin
The two of them trembled all over. Wang Cuiqiao turned around suddenly, and her arms wrapped around Fang Xuejian's neck like a white snake, found his lips, and fell down like a kiss.
Four lips stick together like magnets, and the two tongues are tangled together wildly, from one mouth to the other, spitting saliva and flowing jade liquid
Fang Xuejian sucked the nectar from her mouth, and slid up and down with her hands holding her waist. Finally, she stopped on her smooth and warm buttocks and rubbed them hard.
Wang Cui frowned slightly, her whole body was burning, and she couldn't help but tremble. Her burning lips were half open and half closed, and her breathing was rapid. When she leaned against her generous arms, the man's rich breath came to her nose, making her spine.
Fang Xuejian's skin is warm and hot, and his lips are like a dragonfly, sweeping over her eyes, nose, cheeks and jaws, holding her earlobes
With both hands, they climbed up the delicate and firm Jade Girl Peak, closed their fingers, grabbed two rosy cherries, and rubbed them gently
Wang Cuiqiao sobbed, as if she was about to cry. Her jaw leaned against the man's shoulder, and her exposed body trembled like the raindrops in spring, lingering and fine, and slightly clear.
Her starry eyes were blurred, she was panting, and there was a ball of fire burning in her chest, a ball of fire that seemed to burn her whole body into ashes.
She felt like she had become a moth pounced on the flames, and she couldn't help but refuse without hesitation
The burning fire of lust in his chest evaporated his reason little by little, from under his fingers, from between his lips
She was in love with her ten fingernails suddenly pierced into his shoulders, and two words were gently spit out from her mouth: Luo Lang
The red candle sways, the low call echoes in the house, lingering sadness, lovesickness is in the bones
Fang Xuejian was shocked, his lips stopped on her chest, he opened his eyes, two plump and soft snow peaks stood proudly, a white and smooth deep groove stretched between the peaks, two bright red buds trembled on the peak, bright red and trembling, like two strawberries that had just come out of water, less than two inches from his lips
Wang Cuiqiao opened her watery eyes, her eyes rippling like smoke on the vast South Lake
The two of them looked at each other and were speechless. Suddenly, they hugged each other hard again, their lips connected, and they were as if they were glued and painted. They were hard to separate again, and they never wanted to separate again, and they never let them separate again.
The sky-blue curtain floated gently, and the two of them rolled onto the bed hugging each other, hissing, and piece of rags were thrown out, floating all over the ground
Fang Xuejian's eyes shone in the darkness, excited and hungry light, like wild wolf in the wilderness
A wild and heart-shaking male smell spread in the tent, and Wang Cuiqiao's body seemed to melt into a pool of snow, so soft that he could rub it into any shape
She spread her legs, plump and slender, shining with seductive white light, raised her high above her top
Her shiny skin was as smooth as cream, and the curves of her chest and abdomen were as undulating as mountains. She shivered gently under the man, feeling his heat, his hardness, the reality and urgency of slowly approaching
Fang Xuejian held the beauty's two ankles, thrust her waist hard, and her hard lower body broke through the waves.
Her body was rising and falling like a wave, enriching again and again, sprinkling the sparks of happiness, wrapping her moans, crying and shouting,
Wang Cuiqiao felt that she had turned into a trickle of stream, and all her consciousness was far away from her body. The innate loneliness in her chest seemed to begin to dissolve in a trace, and then turned into countless small pieces of ice, drifting away, floating away, floating away, and singing along the way.
Three months and nine days a year, the spring boudoir is lonely, and lovesickness turns into ashes
The carved wooden bed was trembling violently and creaking
She opened her eyes, and her throat made her feel lewd moans that made her heart beat hot and her ears so hard that she could hear it.
Two blurred eyes looked overhead, as if passing through the tent, the tiles, the sky and time, back to the shore of the South Lake with drizzle, the handsome young man in a long gown, raised his head, looked at each other, stunning, panicked, and in a moment
She smiled slightly, stretched out her hand, her five slender fingers were as transparent as agate, and said: Do you really know how to look at palmitage? Then let me take a look
What do you want to see if your lady?
Marriage
Fang Xuejian's rapid breathing was like bubbles coming out of the bottom of the pot, one string after another. He suddenly shouted loudly, his lower body shook violently for a few times, and he leaned on her and gasped.
Wang Cuiqiao chanted a long time, and the heat flow of his whole body was turbulent, tumbling like boiling, and his body seemed to have turned into those bubbles, flying into the air, floating in the air, not knowing where he was
In the darkness, she closed her eyes contentedly and hugged the man in her arms
Her only grudge, her only love
The bright and destructive candlelight flows on the tent above the head. The bed curtain is sky blue, which is vast and quiet. It is like the boundless sky, covering all the confusion in the world, like the vast sea, covering all the madness in peace.
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