Outside the Changxin Palace, the fine grass rolls up with clear smoke, the flowers contain frost and mist, and the eaves hang Jin Ling occasionally rises with the wind, sending out a crisp "Ding Ding Dong Dong", in addition, the palace building is heavy, the courtyard is deep, and there is no one. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tonight, the moonlight dissolves, and a round of lonely light, like lazy and helpless, hangs on the dredging tree. Wisps of smoke rose from the vast expanse of the sky, gradually gathered into clouds, and moved closer to the bright moon.

The silk is buckled, and the clouds and smoke are gathered up in layers of the full moon; Back and forth, the full moon is delicate, often breaking free from the clouds and mist; Often reverted, the clouds entangled the bright moon, the moon looked at the colorful clouds, chasing back and forth, and it caused a lot of infatuation.

The infatuation is long, the thousand meanings are strong, and the desire to talk is still resting. In the Changxin Palace, the twisted gold dragon and phoenix Ruyi cloud curtain tent is half open and half closed, and a few wisps of fragrance rise in the three-legged smoker of white jade punching ears.

From Tianyuan Pool to Changxin Palace, Yun Yang and Zhao Yuan's lips never seemed to be separated. Lips touching each other are like two bright red cherries soaked in transparent syrup in a sweet soup, colliding back and forth......

Smooth, soft and sweet, it made Zhao Yuan and Yun Yang fall into a slightly drunken fascination.

They are like travelers who have traveled thousands of miles in the desert, and they have finally found each other before sunset. They kept sucking each other, like sucking a spring that belonged only to them.

Zhao Yuan's lips moved slightly, like a slow but stubborn snail, snaking down Yunyang's peach cheeks, stopping and stopping, and finally encamped in her shallow and fragrant neck socket.

Without the coverage of Zhao Yuan's lips, Yunyang only felt like a piece of osmanthus cake that had forgotten to put fragrant honey, lonely and naked in the air, so dry that it almost fell apart.

Her hands brushed over Zhao Yuan's cheeks, her fingers stroking back and forth on his jaw, as if she was very infatuated with the slight tenderness on her fingertips.

Zhao Yuan raised his head from the side of her neck, his eyes narrowing with joy. He saw Yunyang's eyes closed, his willow eyebrows slightly constricted, and his white upper teeth were gently spitting at his red lower lip, like a small fish trapped on the shore spitting bubbles in despair......

Lowering his thick eyelashes, Zhao Yuan hid the flames in his eyes, and he gently pinched Yun Yang's delicate and slippery chin. Yunyang's lips immediately opened slightly as if they were disturbed, and Zhao Yuan kissed them gently and passionately......

At this time, Yun Yang quietly opened his eyes and saw Zhao Yuan's focused expression and closed eyes, only to feel a ripple in his heart, tears in his eyes, and everything in front of him was like neon.

The mist is like neon, the spring is full of silver platform, and the lights are double-knotted. On the red sandalwood square table in the dormitory, on the lampstand with the dragon and phoenix pattern carved by mutton fat and jade wisps, a pair of red candles stand on it, the lights are scorching, the light is soft and swaying, and the red sandalwood furniture that is full of the house is very clear and solemn is reflected in a hazy and hazy manner, and the affection is lingering.

"Slap", with a soft sound, the lights burst out, and the room was full of clear light. It is said that when the lights explode, it will be a good omen.

"Bang" was another sound, and the entire dormitory was shining in the moment when the lights exploded again. The lights are beautiful, the candle shadow is graceful, the bead curtain is half rolled, five points of concern, five points of tenderness.

Five points of tenderness, if you add three points of forgetfulness, two points of shyness, it is boundless spring. Zhao Yuan held Yunyang's slender waist with both hands, probably too hard, and his palms were deep in her snow muscles, as if he was going to pinch her flesh and bones.

Yun Yang's green silk poured down, hanging down to the waist, and when it passed the back of Zhao Yuan's hand, it was soft and silky, refreshing and cool, like unfolding a dark ice silk soft silk, and it couldn't hold your hand.

She lowered her head and cupped Zhao Yuan's face, her fingertips greedily and delicately slid over his eyebrows, eye sockets, nose bridge, sideburns, earlobes, lip line......

Little by little, inch by inch, it seems to memorize his appearance in his fingertips.

Zhao Yuan tilted her head, controlling her already somewhat rapid breathing, and letting her mischievous fingers do whatever she wanted on her face.

Yun Yang suddenly lowered his head, and Zhao Yuan greeted him with his lips slightly open...... Unexpectedly, she dodged lightly, just touched him with the tip of her nose, and then got under his nose and took a deep breath...... She was very obsessed with his smell and just wanted to have all his breath in her body at this moment.

Yunyang's action is a little coquettish, a little infatuated, and full of silly obsession. Zhao Yuan was a little surprised, but he also understood her intentions, and couldn't help but frown, and quickly turned his face away, trying to hide the emotion in his heart at this moment.

But how would Yunyang know that he thought so? Seeing that he turned his face away, Yunyang pursed his lips a little angrily, pulled his face hard, and looked at him seriously.

After only glancing at Yunyang, Zhao Yuan lowered his eyelids again. He used his thick eyelashes to hide his mood at the moment, and also to hide the fact that his heart that was as proud as steel was being easily shattered into pieces......

Yunyang saw his expression of wanting to speak and stopped, and he didn't know why for a while, so he had to stretch out his arms and take his face into his arms, bow his head and kiss his hair, and linger on a blind date.

The blind date is lingering, and the neck rubs against each other. Under the carved window next to the dragon bed, there is a cluster of winter sunflowers that are still green in the bitter cold, and a pair of white swans are sleeping in this greenery.

When the cold wind rises, the swans hide their heads under each other's wings to avoid the sudden onslaught. After the wind, they poked their heads out and snuggled up tightly, their ears and temples grinding, as if they had endless love words.

Even though it was the wax moon at this time, the weather was cold and frozen, these two swans, looking at each other, did not feel a trace of desolation, they sometimes looked at each other, whispered, and sometimes arranged each other's feathers, calm and calm. Even in the early morning after such a snowfall, when it is bitterly cold, it is still affectionate, comfortable and lazy.

Comfortable and lazy, the noodles are as good as ever. When Yunyang fell asleep, she only wore an inner skirt of fine arrowroot, which was as light as a cloud and as silver in color, and her jet-black hair was soft and scattered, and she fell half of the bed, and the faint morning light cast a shallow shadow on her through the Baohualuo pasted on the window.

The color on her cheeks is really a little more charming than the lotus flowers in June. Zhao Yuan looked at her sleeping face obsessively for a long time, wanting to kiss her, but he was afraid of waking her up.

Yun Yang's fade was still on Zhao Yuan's waist, and Zhao Yuan's palm gently stroked it, feeling the smoothness, softness and freshness of her skin. Afraid that she would not sleep comfortably, he grabbed Yunyang's thin ankle and wanted to put her leg down.

After putting Yunyang's leg back into the peach-colored thread embroidered Baizi pattern cloud brocade quilt, Zhao Yuan's hand holding her ankle was a little reluctant to let go, so he bowed his head and left a gentle kiss on her knee.

At this time, in the outer hall of Changxin Palace, a pair of lapis lazuli double dragon ear incense burners standing in the corner of the hall are thick, and the birds outside the window have just come out of the forest. The curtain is low, the golden hook is idle, the clouds are beginning to penetrate, and it is a sunny day.