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On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt.

This poem is "Shengchazi Yuan Xi" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty.

To be honest, many people only know these two sentences -

The willow branches on the moon, people about after dusk.

On this day, the two protagonists of this novel are also about after dusk, but it is much later, and the moon is already about to fall on the willow branches.

The two accompanying small chamberlains served the master and left

The retention of the fans was not successful on the surface, but it still looked like it had to be done, pretending to pout, and sulking was also fake.

Back to Cuiwei Palace, it was still early.

Xiao Yunjin changed into homely bedclothes, leaned on the couch to rest, and his face was like a peach blossom welcoming spring because of extreme excitement.

I hope it's dark!

It's finally getting dark!

"Noble, I'll help you touch up your makeup."

"Huh? What time has it been? ”

A soft call from the fan woke up from a good dream, Xiao Yunjin sat up straight from the couch, rubbed his worried eyes, didn't see the old man coming, and asked stickily.

The room is like day, and the window is like black paint.

"It's getting late, it's coming."

Fan Er served carefully while saying something in his words.

After two cups of tea, the makeup was mended, and it was yellow.

"You go to sleep, let Buhua and the little brother turn off the lights, and rest early."

"Yes, I told them to stay at the door."

Fan Er pursed her lips and smiled, promised in a low voice, and tiptoed away.

Soon, Cuiwei Palace was dark, and only a little dim starlight was reflected in the window of Xinuan Pavilion.

Xiao Yunjin picked out the only light of the night light beside him, pulled down the sleeping tent, and lay down with his clothes closed.

She was waiting, quietly waiting, absentmindedly waiting.

"Whew-"

In the daze, a very weak breeze blew, and the lights flickered.

Xiao Yunjin looked up and saw a ghostly black shadow standing in the shadow of the lamp.

This time, she didn't panic, not at all.

Because, she knows, this is here to meet her, longing for too long.

"The slave has come to pick up the nobleman by the emperor's will, please forgive the nobleman and lie on the back of the slave."

The ghostly black shadow lay on the ground, without raising its head or eyes, like a large black fluffy blanket spread flat.

"Good work."

Xiao Yunjin cautiously crawled out of the tent, gently got off the ground, put on his little boots in rabbit fur, and fell on the back of the ghostly black shadow.

"Noble, be careful."

With such a deep muffled snort, the black fluffy blanket rose from the ground and shot out of the hall very smoothly and quickly, flying towards the sky.

Probably no one will notice that above this Hessian palace complex, there is a roc bird-like thing flying by.

With a cup of tea, the black fluffy blanket fell to the ground, silently.

"Nobleman, the emperor is waiting for you, and the slave is knocking goodbye."

After the ghostly black shadow bowed down and saluted, it disappeared again in an instant.

Xiao Yunjin stood in place, looked at the surrounding environment, and saw that there was only one window with a little dim starlight, so he walked over.

Yelu Longxu was reading a book under the lamp, and he was also absent-minded, longing for a long time.

She walked up to him, took a deep breath, and gently placed her hand on the white hand.

His hands were hot and damp, and they passed from his fingers to his heart, magnifying her courage.

He looked at her, his sword eyebrows slightly raised, and his dark eyes were full of flames.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at him again, and her cheeks flushed with the red light.

It's hot, it's blazing.

Outside the window, it was a little ambiguous.

Inside the window, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold.

Xiao Yunjin smiled stupidly, snuggled in Yelu Longxu's arms, the spring love rippled, constantly stirring up ripples, one string, two strings, strings connected.

"The emperor cherishes the slave maid, and the slave and maid naturally understand it, but the queen mother ...... it"

Xiao Yunjin stretched out his slender jade hand, stretched out his orchid fingers, and said in a low voice while drawing circles on Yelu Longxu's chest.

"Okay, okay, it's safe here, I love you, I miss you!"

Yelu Longxu said, clasping the little red lips under him, and shook slightly.

She smiled and closed her eyes shyly.

One of his large hands was no longer resting, and slid over her face, slid over her crisp breasts, bringing a strange tingling shiver, and launched the strongest attack on her most intimate parts.

Familiar with the road.

Finally, she surrendered, her soft lips touching each other, gently, until she fell into that misty dream that was drifting away.

The beautiful scenery of the room!

"Your honor, it's time to get up, it's not too early."

A soft call, as if coming from a distant place, was a fan.

Xiao Yunjin's starry eyes were blurred, and he was still drunk.

She didn't know how she came back, she only knew that she was sore all over now, it was that kind of extremely comfortable soreness, extremely comfortable, comfortable.

It was already another noon, and thinking about it, Xiao Yunjin couldn't help but fly the red glow on his cheeks.