Chapter Eighty-Seven: Confusion

When Zhan Wenjun came to see Xu You, he was practicing calligraphy, and he was waiting for grinding next to him. used to grind the autumn equinox, but this little girl has a lively temperament, and she is full of energy to learn the white tiger, and when it comes to the study, she immediately becomes clumsy. I don't blame her, Xu You was afraid that he would enter the study only a handful of times in more than ten years, and the autumn equinox was used to going crazy, and it was understandable that the hand holding the sword could not hold the pen.

Since the frost is in good health, the grinding errand has changed. What she is best at is this kind of thing, plus her body is long, her eyebrows are picturesque, and she is full of intriguing charm from head to toe, compared to the green autumn equinox, there is a bit of red sleeves when grinding under the lamp.

But now that the frost has been reined in a lot, all the tricks learned in Qingle Lou in the past have been abandoned, and the manners are dignified and the words are decent, no different from the girls of the Shi clan.

"Madame, I'll clean my hands......"

"Don't worry, you keep writing, I'll just watch it!"

Zhan Wenjun stood aside, her figure was slender, almost the same as Xu You, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, she turned her body slightly, and then lowered her head, as if she would look shorter like this.

"Looking at the words of Lang Jun, I always feel that there are endless changes, sometimes the edges are clear, sometimes the spirit is relaxed, and the comfort is calm but light and interesting, which is really pleasing to the eye."

"Don't boast, if you praise me again, my hand will float, and the words will be written crookedly......"

Zhan Wenjun's eyes were fluttering, smiling, leaning over to take a closer look at what Xu You wrote, his shoulders touched slightly, and then parted in an instant, and his pink side face was flushed with a faint flush.

"Yuanyang Jinglu don't pass on...... What is it? ”

Xu You replied while waving: "There are thirty-six Jinglu in Taoism, and the world doesn't know much, so I'll popularize the knowledge for the majority of White Snake Legend lovers......

Zhan Wenjun is no stranger to the strange words that pop up in Xu You's mouth from time to time, such as the three words of enthusiast, and he can guess the meaning of it, but he thinks that his words are very strange, but they are easy to understand, which is not even comparable to Yu Fahu.

"There is Yu Mountain in Yangzhou, the peaks are hanging like an umbrella, suddenly a day is covered with fairy clouds, and the light connects the heaven and the earth. The smoke is fragrant, the mist does not disperse, and the solstice gradually opens the clouds, so it is called Tianyun Mountain later. Because I saw the true image of the mixed yuan standing in front of the mountain, the god illuminated the sky, pointing to a place on the west side of Qiantang Lake, standing into Jinglu, and it was hidden for a long time. After the assassination was played, it was ordered to be Yuanyang Lu. For more than 100 years after that, Yuanyang Lu was repeatedly harassed by people who did not respect the mixed Yuan in the sect, or used it as a separate courtyard, or as a hidden house, living luxuriously, bad for my Taoist heart, and the real beasts were also ......"

Mixed Yuan is Lao Tzu, Zhan Wenjun understands that this is to pave the way for the suppression of Bai Suzhen's Yuanyang Jinglu, but she doesn't know why Xu You has to install this Yuanyang Jinglu on the shore of Qiantang Lake, as far as she knows, there is no Heavenly Master Dao industry there.

"Is there a house on the west side of the lake?"

"There's a ...... But it was the mansion of the former servant Wei Gong, and it had been vacant for many years since he died......"

"This mansion has been given to the Heavenly Master Dao by Wei Du, and it has been made into the Qiantang Courtyard by Du Jingzhi, where many unknown deeds are carried out, and it is one of his old nests."

Wei Du is the grandson of Wei Taifu, who does not learn and has no skills, but believes in the way of the Heavenly Master, so he renovated this old mansion and dedicated it to Du Jingzhi.

Zhan Wenjun was surprised and said, "How do you know about such a secret matter?" ”

"Actually, it's not a secret!" Xu You wrote down the last word, handed the pen to Lu Shuang, and she took it to clean, and then smiled at Zhan Wenjun: "Wei Du often boasted that he had a lot to do with Du Saijiu in Huiji, and once he even said that he leaked his mouth and revealed the matter of the Qiantang Courtyard, and was severely punished by Du Jingzhi in private. That's when the news came out, and it happened to be heard by its winged detectives. ”

As Zhan Wenjun said, Wei Du no longer pays attention to such secrets, and it is impossible to leak them easily. He Wei has been in the Chu State for many years, and he has his own way to find out the news, but he may not have the ability to find out this secret in a short period of time. So Xu You is lying, regarding the inside story of the Heavenly Master Dao, Li Yifeng, the ghost hunter, is a better choice than He Wei, but Zhan Wenjun doesn't have to know this.

Zhan Wenjun is now convinced of Xu You, and said happily: "God really helped me, let Du Jingzhi suffer the consequences." ”

Xu You turned around to clean his hands, but the sleeves of his robe were too long, and he swept it from the paper and immediately stained it. Zhan Wenjun stood beside him, hurriedly reached out to grab the sleeve of his robe, hit the corner of the table with his waist, and then slipped and fell into Xu You's arms.

Xu You's position at this time was not good, and he was pounced on by Zhan Wenjun, and fell back involuntarily, and subconsciously hugged her slender waist with both hands.

Through the Luo shirt, it seems that you can feel the warmth and silkiness of the skin, Xu You didn't have time to feel it, the back of his head hurt, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Time seems to freeze at this moment, the two are tightly fit together, Zhan Wenjun's head is buried in Xu You's neck, the green silk like a waterfall is free from the shackles of the headband, and it is sprinkled like flowing water, reflecting the exposed skin that is three points whiter than snow, the smooth face like jade is close at hand, and the slight panting breath is like a wriggling snake greedy for red dust, the slightest bit of it burrows into the ears, and the fragrance fills the nose, making the whole room ambiguous and warm, making people lost and intoxicated.

Xu You recovered from the pain, and his first reaction was the softness of the two lumps on his chest. He is a person from the past, and he usually does not stare at Zhan Wenjun's sensitive places for the sake of etiquette, plus most of the clothes in this era are loose, and no matter how powerful the old driver is, he can't visually detect the size and shape of the other party. The fit was tight, and I immediately felt the towering and roundness of it in all directions, and even the slight changes in the squeezing were completely imprinted in my mind.

His hand was still on Zhan Wenjun's waist, his body reacted uncontainedly, and his legs bulged abruptly, just between Zhan Wenjun's square inches.

"Hmm......"

Although Zhan Wenjun is a widow, but her husband is dead, how can she be so ambiguous and touched, she immediately became hot, her cheeks were red and dripping, and she lay on Xu You softly, her eyes were like silk, and she couldn't say a word.

As the saying goes, full of warmth and lust, Xu You left the danger of Yixing, and when he arrived in Qiantang, he didn't have to bend his waist for five buckets of rice, and after this period of careful recuperation, the yang energy in his body had almost recovered. And he also has a good impression of Zhan Wenjun, and he can't say that he likes it, but at the moment of beauty, so intimate, a man can't help but shake a little nervously.

"Shichiro, don't ......"

Xu You's hand slowly slid down, climbed up the upturned plump buttocks, pinched it gently, and pushed his lower body up, the friction through his clothes and pants was more real and exciting, and he almost couldn't help but turn over into the alley. Zhan Wenjun finally recovered a little bit of consciousness from the confusion, forcibly endured the softness and shyness, his red lips attached to Xu You's ears, and his voice was like a mosquito's chirping: "It's not good here......"