The night release is not in the outer hall, this hour, isn't it already resting?

She hesitated for a moment, and did not move the ground.

"Come in. "The order to release the night is short, but unquestionable.

Step by step, she walked towards the inner sanctum, her steps light, but apprehensive. Every step is accompanied by careful temptation, as if it is no less than the Longtan Tiger's Den.

This mood is even heavier than going to the grave!

Turning the ink screen at the door, Ye Fang leaned on the bed, closed his eyes, and the dim light perfectly outlined his side face, which was heart-pounding.

"How did the person who was talking in the Neon Dress Pavilion become mute when he came to this king?"

"I'm afraid that it will be too noisy and disturb the rest of the Seventh Emperor Uncle. ”

Ye Fang stretched out his hand and twisted his eyebrows lightly: "You have made it impossible for this king to rest." Can't you just settle a little bit?"

"These days, I have always been very disciplined and have never stepped out of the door of the Neon Fashion Pavilion. ”

"If this king doesn't send people over, you will have to climb the wall, this is still called a rule?"

Is this guy angry?

"It's not me who climbed the wall, it's Feng Shizi. Hua Qianshu retorted in a low voice.

Ye Fang snorted coldly from the end of his nose, and stopped talking.

The room was very silent, and the needle drop could be heard, and suddenly, the red candle burst open, and the sound of "pop" scared Hua Qianshu for a while.

Ye Fang suddenly opened a pair of unfathomable eyes, glanced at her, and then closed her eyes again.

"I've heard you say it's a wonderful story. ”

"It's just according to the words you gave you, the prince. ”

"The king wants to hear it. ”

Belch......

The order to release at night suddenly reminded Hua Qianshu of what Qingyu had said. I remember that she once said that the night release called them to come to the Star Garden, but it was just a perfunctory play for the old concubine, in fact, they were just playing the piano and singing music to him.

Yefang let himself tell him a story, which is really a person who makes the best use of his talents. If it spreads, will it make Yin Feng and the others laugh and lose their big teeth?

It's no wonder that Bang Yun behaves coyly every time, messes up his hair, and makes a look of "bearing grace".

It really hurt her face as a woman, especially her good skin, which brought disaster to the country and the people, how did she become an ornament? She also thought crankily along the way, if the night release was going to do something to her, should she push it halfway, or swear to die?

Once again, I was embarrassed and ashamed.

Yefang closed his eyes and waited for a while, and when he saw that Hua Qianshu was not moving here, he opened his eyes impatiently: "What?

"No, it's not. Hua Qianshu swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty: "I'm just thinking about what to tell you, Lord Wang?"

"What's the story?"

It tells the story of a group of heroes in Liangshan who recklessly resisted the oppression of the imperial court, rose up, and acted for the heavens. ”

This is also a matter of what you want, right?

Yefang shook his head: "Anti-thief." ”

Hua Qianshu choked: "Then "Xue Pinggui's Expedition to the West"?"

"The story of the negative man that you all think is the story?"

After a pause, he nodded honestly: "Yes." ”

It seems that the wind and grass in the neon dress hall really can't be hidden from Uncle Seven Emperors.

Ye Fang suddenly opened his eyes again, with displeasure: "Why don't you tell the story you told today?"

"I thought that the prince didn't believe in ghosts and didn't like these grinding love stories. ”

Yefang moved towards the bed, stretched out his hand, grabbed Hua Qianshu's wrist, and sat down beside him: "Sit and talk." ”

Hua Qianshu was very close to him, and the smell of ambergris on his body mixed with the masculinity of a man, wisps penetrated into his nose, and he was confused for a while, and he didn't know where to start.

She felt a little itchy in her throat and cleared her throat: "Let's just say that it was before, a long time ago, there was a scholar surnamed Ning, named Zhenchen. This, this scholar ......"

"What are you stumbling on?"

I'm scared of you.

I almost blurted it out.

Hua Qianshu tried to stabilize his mind, so that he was no longer so nervous, and continued to speak, gradually forgetting his situation and began to become fluent: "...... The scholar sat still undisturbed and still concentrated on reading. ”

"It's not what you're talking about. Ye Fang suddenly spoke again.

Hua Qianshu was suddenly stuck, how did he know that he was different from what Shicai said, could it be that he was eavesdropping?

I don't dare to ask, what if he turns over the old accounts and then makes Feng Chu's crazy ridicule?

"It's just funny in the Neon Fashion Pavilion, that's what the original story is about. ”

The night release is no longer spoken.

Hua Qianshu continued, listening to the breathing behind him, as if he was asleep, secretly passing a little stiff body, seeing that the eyes were closed tightly at night, the thick and slender eyelashes covered the tiredness at the bottom of the eyes, the nose twitched, and the thin lips were pursed, as if he was indeed asleep.

Her voice gradually became softer, soft, slowly, like singing a lullaby.

The room was quiet and peaceful, and you could hear the ice in the ice jar at the corner of the temple melting, making a "tick, tick" sound.

She greedily stared at the almost perfect side face of the night, and sketched it in her heart over and over again, the feelings that had been suppressed, like the morning light, the orange warm sun gradually blurred the eastern sky, and then broke through the clouds and shone on the earth.

Even the story has quietly taken on a charming color and become dreamy.

The scholar was moved for a moment, stretched out his arm to hook the slender waist of the female ghost, only to feel soft as boneless, Chu Chu pitiful, his heart was like a turbulent wave surging, he lowered his head and pressed on the cold cherry lips of the female ghost, resisting the death entanglement. On the second day, the day dawned, and I woke up from a dream......"

She was still immersed in the warmth she had weaved, and suddenly, her wrists were tightly clamped, and the night that had been sleeping on the bed opened her eyes coldly, like the night sky reflecting a cold pool, the elusive depth, but occasionally twinkling with the brilliance of the stars.

Before Hua Qianshu could react, Ye Da pulled her into his arms, and then turned over and suppressed her.

The burning lips pressed down, like a dragonfly dotting water, swept over Hua Qianshu's lip petals, and then slid all the way to the ear: "How lingering? Is that so?"

The voice was hoarse, overflowing with charm, and it penetrated into the ears of Hua Qianshu with the hot breath, and then wrapped around the bottom of his heart, giving birth to a hook.

Her mind went blank, "buzzing", she shook her head stupidly, and her stumbling mouth was a little difficult: "No, it's not." ”

"That's it?"

Yefang's lips pressed down again, this time he didn't forgive easily, but overbearingly captured the city, and the smoke and sand raged.

This feeling is not unfamiliar to Hua Qianshu, but it has never been so strong.

This time, from the top of the head, to the heart, to the toes, everywhere was shouting, the blood was rushing, and the body was like thousands of troops and horses, waving the flag and shouting together, and the iron hooves stepped on the tip of the heart, trembling excitedly.

The hand, which was originally against the chest of the night release, gradually became weak, and then, began to tremble slightly, turned into a fist, and tightly grasped the placket on his shoulder, like an empty palm, wanting to hold something in order to fill his heart.

I don't know how long it was, but Ye Fang forgave her, raised her face, the tips of her noses touched, and both of them became chaotic and short.