"It gives me the illusion that a house of gold is hidden. Hua Qianshu laughed and teased herself.

This is exactly what this king wants. Yefang raised his hand and pointed to the high platform: "There, it is called Qingyutai, in the future, this king will drink, you dance, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal." ”

Hua Qianshu turned his face to look at Qingyutai, plucked up a lot of courage, and looked at Yefang: "Do you want to see me dance?" ”

Yefang raised his eyebrows: "Now?"

Hua Qianshu nodded: "Yes." ”

Yefang turned around and walked to the couch on the side, lifted the hem of his clothes, and sat down in a chic manner: "I can't wait." ”

A pair of uncle's style. This is the innate nobility.

Hua Qianshu turned around, lifted Luo's skirt, tucked the corner of the skirt at her waist, slowly walked up to the Qingyu platform, and turned around and smiled charmingly at the night.

I don't know when I put a tube of Feng Xiao in my hand, I put it to my lips, and a heavenly sound pierced the silence of the night and soared into the sky.

Hua Qianshu's gestures are like flowing water, and the willow waist like a water snake dances a heart-warming rhythm.

Many memories are flooding back, overlapping with the present.

She strives to show all the enchantment and charm hidden in her body, in her own unique way.

Yefang sat on the couch and looked at her infatuatedly, his eyes became deeper than the dark night, and there seemed to be an undercurrent surging.

He got up suddenly and walked towards Hua Qianshu step by step, his steps were steady, persistent, and firm.

Hua Qianshu also seemed to be exhausted, and with a sharp whirl, he sat down on the platform, drenched in sweat.

Ye Fang lost Feng Xiao, and chuckled in a low voice: "Can't you stand this?"

Hua Qianshu panted: "I haven't skipped it for a long time, and my feet are messed up." ”

Ye Fang gently picked her up horizontally, leaned down, and left a dragonfly touch on her smooth forehead.

Hua Qianshu's hand couldn't help but clench the placket on his chest: "It's sweaty." ”

"This king likes it. ”

She smiled: "I hate it myself." ”

Yefang's voice was full of charm, and he turned around with her in his arms, and wrapped his arms tightly: "You asked this king if he dislikes you." This king will tell you today that no matter what you become, even if you are old and ugly, I will not dislike it. What this king minds is that he woke up too late that day, leaving you alone to bear so many grievances. When I think about it, I hate myself. ”

Hua Qianshu's hand climbed up along his chest and hooked his neck: "For a moment, I want to tell you a little secret. ”

"What's the secret?"

Hua Qianshu blushed and buried it in her chest: "You'll know in a while." ”

Yefang chuckled, his chest heaving: "It turns out that you are also shy." ”

Hua Qianshu punished him, reached out and pinched him in the chest again.

Ye Fang's feet were in a mess, and his breathing suddenly became heavy, and his body was tense: "Qianshu?"

"Hmm. ”

"I'm afraid I can't wait. ”

"Can't wait for what?"

Ye Fang's voice was hoarse and low: "I originally thought that when the palace was built, I would carry you back to the palace in eight sedan chairs in a beautiful manner." But I can't wait now, I want you. ”

Hua Qianshu's heart trembled, and her voice was full of hardship: "Eight sedan chairs, that is the glory that only the princess has." ”

"I just want to give it to you. Ye Fang put her on the bed, in her voice, in her eyes, there was charm everywhere.

Hua Qianshu's chest rose and fell, and when he spoke, he was shaking with his body: "Even if it's fake, I believe it." ”

The eyes are blurred, and the red lips are delicate.

"This king is full of promises, and he will give you his life if he fights for it. ”

Hua Qianshu only felt that now, her body, her heart, and everything she had, were no longer her own. Like a shelled soul, fluttering, completely out of control, all easily dominated by the night.

What past life, what grievances, what worries, what deception, estrangement, and what is thankful for Xinlan, what is not as important as his love words.

The night release is the fish, she is the water, the fish cannot do without the water, and in the same way, she also needs the fish to disturb her pool of stagnant water.

Along the way, cautiously, trembling, tonight, I completely indulged myself once.

Her tense nerves will relax, and the heavy pressure will disappear.

She blushed, biting her lower lip tightly, not daring to look at Yefang's eyes: "Come here, I'll tell you this secret." ”

Yefang leaned down, and the hot breath burned on Hua Qianshu's face.

Hua Qianshu raised his face and took a gentle bite on his ear: "Lighter." ”

Ye Fang felt a stream of heat run down his ears and into his brain, and then quickly spread, quickly flowing to all four limbs.

He immediately pressed it domineeringly, and also bit Hua Qianshu's earlobe: "This is what you seduced me." ”

Hua Qianshu only felt that her whole body was burning, and the flame had burned directly from the bottom of her heart into a raging fire, which made her mouth dry suddenly.

"Night release. ”

The hand of the night was eager, with greed, and made the flame burn more and more.

She whispered in a flustered and impatient voice, arching her back into a bow and arrow.

Luo skirt flew up, like a butterfly, across a graceful arc, and slowly fell to the ground in the night wind.

Then the smoke-colored brocade robe also rose like cooking smoke and drifted away.

When the brocade tent is opened, there is boundless spring flowing out.

Hua Qianshu frowned, clenched her teeth, and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, her nails uncontrollably sinking into Yefang's arm.

Ye Fang froze suddenly, his spine tightened, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped twice.

"Thousand trees, you ......"

The pain slowly dissipated, and Hua Qianshu finally slowly relaxed, lowering her eyes, with a shyness on her face.

"Can't guess?"

A smile of surprise slowly bloomed at the corner of Yefang's lips, and her lips fell densely.

Hua Qianshu water snake-like arms climbed up his neck along his sturdy backbone, and he didn't need any body language, and he already understood it at night.

It's like a tacit understanding.

The wind is blowing.

The doors and windows on all four sides of the Qingyu Pavilion were opened, and a graceful murmur came out of the gauze tent.

There are lotus flowers that seem to be unbearable to the wind, and there are pink petals that are crumbling and finally falling down and floating on the surface of the lake, like a bumpy boat.

A ray of moonlight faded, and the sky became dark. The pavilions and pavilions in the house are all hidden in the inky night.

I don't know when, the night rain fell from the sky with the breeze, knocking on the surface of the lake, tinkling and dingdong, like plucking the strings.

More and more petals are falling, rippling on the ripples on the surface of the lake.

Only a bare and thin lotus canopy remained on the lotus leaf.

When Hua Qianshu woke up the next day, he was already in his own neon shop.

The house was empty, and the night release was gone.

The rain outside had stopped, and the water on the eaves was falling, making a "tick-tock" sound on the bluestone floor.

She was sore and had a light scent of snow lotus.

She knew that Ye Fang had already rubbed her with an ointment to remove stasis. But I didn't realize it.

She was so tired last night that she didn't even have any impression of the Qingyu Pavilion when she left with her in her arms, how deep was this to sleep?

Turning his eyes, he saw that above the table in front of the window, there was a leaf of rice paper, and a pomegranate flower was pressed on it.

She forced herself to get up and get off the ground and walked over to her.

The flower must have been plucked from the yard in the morning, and the petals were still hanging with crystal raindrops.

The rice paper below is also soaked in rainwater, and the iron is painted with silver hooks on it, and a poem by Li Shangyin is written.

Last night the pomegranate blossoms rained,

A light and delicate flower.

The flower solver on the green jade platform,

Live up to the tenderness.

A good poem was easily changed by him, with an ambiguous meaning.

Unexpectedly, the arrogant and cold night release would have such a vassal elegance.

Hua Qianshu couldn't help but snort.

Probably, this is what a person who has encountered love should look like.