Wang Mei pulled and hugged him, causing Xie Changsheng to suddenly fall on the bed. At this time, his soul had been completely immersed in Wang Mei's illusion, and he had lost control of his body.

Wang Mei is the leader of the illusion, and the connection between the soul and the body still exists. The moment Xie Changsheng's body pressed against her, her spirit was stimulated.

"Ah Mei, is it cold?" Xie Changsheng's spirit felt her tremble, but understood it as another meaning, "Your realm of perception is indeed a little special, but you don't feel well?" ”

Xie Changsheng's tone was as warm and soothing as usual, like warm jade in his arms, straight into Wang Mei's ears at this time, immersed in the sound feast, as if a handful of salt was sprinkled in the boiling water, which made the balls in the boiling water boil more and more. This boiling sense spread all the way from the hearing, and Wang Mei only felt that what he heard in his ears and smelled in his nose was the most beautiful taste in the world.

It's just that I don't know what it's like? Wang Mei couldn't wait to raise his head and open his mouth, licking the jaw of the man in his arms almost indistinctly, and the entrance was indeed as sweet as he imagined. She reached out from her wide robe and stretched out her palm, and the silky mechanism that was as warm as jade crossed between her fingers.

How sharp the reaction of the divine soul was, not to mention that the two of them were already connected by divine souls, almost instinctively, Xie Changsheng's divine soul sensed the boiling heat coming from Wang Mei's divine soul, and her next action was like a fire directly igniting a firewood that had been soaked in oil for a long time.

Whether it was the divine soul or the body, as the instinct of a male, Xie Changsheng took over the initiative almost effortlessly. He delicately kissed the woman with delicate eyebrows and eyes in front of him, Wang Mei's soul was about to move, comparable to the most violent erotic medicine, urging her to cooperate further.

The man's kiss became more and more tender, and Wang Mei became more and more difficult to extricate himself. She seemed to have eaten the most beautiful poppy in the world, and she didn't even think about dissuading it from stopping. Unconsciously, the spirits of the two of them still turned into all their clothes.

In Wang Mei's room, the clothes have also been scattered all over the ground, and under the light of red candles, white and purple are scattered, and black hair is intertwined with black hair, which seems to indicate the trajectory of some fate.

In the illusion, Wang Mei raised her head, only to see that in this space, there were colorful clouds in the sky, and the eyebrows and eyes of the man in white were gradually blurred in this five-color splendor, but she knew clearly that the appearance of this man was more fascinating and intoxicating than this day, this cloud, and this fairy garden.

"I'd like to be drunk and never wake up." As he climbed the highest cloud in the sky, Wang Mei whispered.

"So do I." At the same time, she heard the man's voice whispering affectionately in her ear.

Wang Mei's smile deepened, she touched the man's long hair that was scattered because of the fierce action, her eyebrows and eyes were full of joy, her hand was still attached to the man's neck, the man's eyebrows and eyes gradually became clear, she closed her eyes again and kissed the man's lips - this sweet taste made people unable to extricate themselves.

Xie Changsheng only felt a burst of fire ignite from his lips, burning all the way down his neck, chest and abdomen. His soul trembled with excitement, pulling him to immerse himself in the sweetness of love......

Night alternates with day, and the unitary hour of the fourth day has passed. Wang Mei's six desires were like a deep pool, gradually filled by Xie Changsheng's waterfall that fell from the sky. The two of them were fully satisfied, and Wang Mei's illusion turned into a flaming red flying leaf in the sky, and finally turned into a little starlight and disappeared in the sky above her sea of knowledge.

She sighed as if she was happy and sad, her slender arms were still tightly clinging to Xie Changsheng's shoulders and neck, rubbing Xie Changsheng's neck socket lovingly, and fell into a deep sleep.

Xie Changsheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his spirit slowly returned to his body, gradually taking control of his body. Feeling the warm carcass in his arms, his heart jumped, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and the ruddy sleeping face of Wang Mei was reflected in his eyes.

The excitement and apprehension flashed and became complicated. Xie Changsheng did not forget the name that Wang Mei whispered before he fell asleep, before he carried her back to the carriage, Ah Yuan......

It's Xiao Boyuan, right? So, everything they experienced before and everything that happened, in her eyes, was it an indulgence with Xiao Boyuan? The person in her heart is not him, right......

Xie Changsheng's sword eyebrows frowned tightly, and unconsciously increased the intensity of hugging Wang Mei, causing her to twist her body dissatisfiedly in her sleep, until he relaxed his control, and then leaned into his arms again, and continued to sleep peacefully.

"Ah Mei ......"

As a scholar clan with a long history, the Jinyang Wang clan is one of the few experienced hosts in holding such a grand event as Qing Tan. Before the halfway point of the morning of the fourth day of the Qing Talks, the garden behind the Wang family's ancestral house was cleaned.

Although the scale of the Qing talk in the first two days is also rare in recent years, compared with the fierce debate between the descendants of the Langya Wang family and the children of the Jinyang Wang family on the last day, it still makes the audience look forward to a little less. The north has been ruled by foreigners for many years, and the romantic posture of the Wei and Jin dynasties has long become a legend.

For many years, the northern scholars have even been described by the southern scholars as "rude and unbearable, and the etiquette is broken". How many literati and scholars in the north want to go to Jiankang all their lives to see the Jiankang City that has inherited the style of the Wei and Jin dynasties. However, this feeling of inferiority is mixed with how much disbelief and resentment, I am afraid that even these northern celebrities themselves cannot explain clearly.

Now someone has finally crossed to the north, and he is still the descendant of the Langya Wang clan, the first scholar clan of the Southern Dynasty who was almost wiped out a few years ago. However, this descendant is not an unknown person, but the famous Wang Shi Lang of Jiankang. How could this not excite the literati and scholars of the north?

In this way, it is not surprising why it is not only the Xiaolang who came from the northern scholars who heard the news that appeared in the palace garden at this time, but also some people who became famous many years ago in metaphysics and Confucianism. The excitement of the little Langjun was reflected in the ruddy faces, and when they met in the past few days, they only talked about the Wang Yi who came from the north.

Everyone in the world will naturally not be as eager as Xiaolangjun. There are many disciples among these excited and inexplicable little people, and when they saw the rigorous and solemn face of their teacher, they no longer discussed eagerly, and sat respectfully on their knees and automatically silenced their voices.

As soon as the hour passed, almost all the scholars had arrived at a water pavilion in the Wang's garden. This pavilion is built in the middle of the lotus pond in the garden. Connected by a nine-curved covered bridge, the pavilion on it is exquisite, and there is a huge stone round platform in the middle, which is half a foot higher than the other stone floors, which is obviously the place of song and dance performances on weekdays.

The stone floor outside the round platform is also circular and spreads outward, and it is large enough to accommodate 500 guests to drink and kneel and sit, and now even if the young men and great Confucians of the scholar clan gather, it will only be a hundred people.

The stone round platform was divided into two at this time, the three seats due north were reserved for the Venerable Vertical Righteousness, and the Tan seat on the left was already occupied by four Wang disciples. At this time, it was less than a cup of tea before the beginning of the conversation, but there was still no figure on the right side of the conversation left for Wang Mei.