"Bang! …… Bang Bang Bang! ”

"Bang! …… Bang Bang Bang! ”

In the Cui Xiaoxuan private room in the water pavilion, Zhao Hongrun was pillowing incense pillows, and heard the sound of knocking on the street outside the house.

A long and three hurried sounds mean that it is already four watches at this time, that is, ugly times.

On the dresser next to the bed, the candle light had long been extinguished, but with the help of the moonlight shining in from the window, Zhao Hongrun could still see that the beauty next to the pillow was sleeping soundly.

The soft moonlight was imprinted on Miss Su's naked body outside the futon, and there was really a kind of beauty like a jade man, and the beauty was incomprehensible.

Glancing at the arm that was pillowed by her, Zhao Hongrun twitched slightly.

Miss Su in her sleep seemed to be a little aware, muttered a few times as if dissatisfied, and then turned her back, exposing a smooth back to Zhao Hongrun's eyes, and it didn't take long for a faint sound to come again.

"It's only May."

Shaking her head, Zhao Hongrun tucked the quilt for her, and immediately leaned on the edge of the bed, carefully combing through last night's experience.

I remember that when he was in the smelting bureau yesterday, Zongwei Mu Qing understood his inexplicable anxiety as a signal that men need physiological venting at a certain time, and proposed that his highness "relax".

So, Zhao Hongrun came to a water pavilion, after all, in the past, when Zhao Hongrun felt irritable, Miss Su's gentleness and thoughtfulness could always calm him down quickly, as if he was a harbor of his soul.

Zhao Hongrun did not tell Shen Yu and Wei Jiao about this matter, after all, these two people are insiders, they know the true relationship between their Royal Highness and Qi Jiang, and it is impossible for them to bring up such a thing that may hurt their Highness.

Mu Qing, on the other hand, didn't know it.

But Zhao Hongrun still followed Mu Qing's advice, because he felt. He can't be swayed by a god's chatter.

You know, that frog Gu has been in Zhao Hongrun's body for about three or four months, but until now, there is still no sign of an attack, God knows if this is a thing made up by Chu Wu or Ba Wu's gods to scare people? For a thing that can't be explained by common sense at all, it can suppress the normal needs of being a man, Zhao Hongrun felt that he was indeed stupid enough a while ago.

He's fifteen years old!

And so. Zhao Hongrun and Miss Su tried it last night.

Of course, he was not stupid enough to joke with his life, according to his analysis, if the evil creature really had any unexplainable evil abilities, then, when he was in close contact with Miss Su, there should be some signs before the attack, such as dizziness, dizziness, nausea and other uncomfortable reactions, as a warning to the "Gu victim".

It's strange. When Zhao Hongrun took the initiative to kiss Miss Su last night, nothing happened, and there was no abnormality at all.

Hmm, but Miss Su was a little shocked, and her hand slipped and broke a wine bottle.

Zhao Hongrun also felt a little funny when he thought about it now, after all, Miss Su's eyes were wide and her expression was incredible, just like a frightened rabbit.

And after that. It is not enough for outsiders to say, dry wood and fire. Lonely men and widows are in the same room, and what should have happened has finally happened.

But then again, although Zhao Hongrun had some guesses, he was still a little apprehensive after all, and it was precisely because of this that he had insomnia last night. Rubbing the beauty to lie in the middle of the night, there is no sleepiness, until the next day's ugly time.

In his unfortunate words, what kind of frog Gu is purely a scare thing, it is not as terrifying as Mi Jiang and Mi Rui said.

What physically betrayed the ginger. Having sex with other women will bleed and die of poison, purely to scare people, he Zhao Hongrun went crazy with Miss Su last night, and it's not a fart yet?

"Only ......"

Glancing at the sleeping Miss Su, Zhao Hongrun carefully got off the bed and put on her coat.

On the small desk in the inner room, there are still empty bottles left over from the drink between him and Miss Su yesterday, all over the place.

I have to say that the wine in the water pavilion on one side really doesn't have much alcohol content, and it is like a drink when you drink it, so even if you are not a woman who is good at drinking, it is not a problem to drink a few pots, in comparison, Zhao Hongrun is more inclined to the kind of turbid rice wine, although it is also like a drink when you enter it, but this kind of wine still has stamina and can make people feel the taste of drunkenness.

As for the spirits that Zongwei and Shen Yu were keen on, Zhao Hongrun was not sensitive, it was not because of the high alcohol content, but because of the extremely pungent smell of wine lees, which made Zhao Hongrun really unbearable.

Bending down and shaking several empty bottles, Zhao Hongrun found a bottle of wine that had not been drunk.

Picking up a porcelain wine glass from the desk, Zhao Hongrun walked to the window, leaned against the window lattice, looked at the dark river outside the window, and poured himself a drink.

Yes, I spent the night with Miss Su last night, and the so-called frog Gu didn't kill him like those terrifying legends.

But having said that, Zhao Hongrun still noticed something, something unusual that cannot be described in words.

It was a, a sense of loss that had not been fully and fully satisfied.

Zhao Hongrun didn't know how to describe this.

It is undeniable that Miss Su, who used to be a Qing Qi'er, has no experience in bed, but her shyness and seductive appearance when she endured shyness and lingered with him made Zhao Hongrun's heart pound and excited.

But yesterday, Zhao Hongrun had a faint strange feeling, as if, as if there was still a little, just a little, just a trace, so that he could not fully appreciate the beauty of complete pleasure.

I have to say that this kind of sensory deviation makes Zhao Hongrun feel strange, but also a kind of loss that cannot be described in words.

It was as if a voice appeared in the bottom of my heart: it could actually be more pleasant.

"Wouldn't it feel better if it were her?"

When an absurd thought floated in his heart, Zhao Hongrun's mind couldn't help but appear with Mi Jiang's expressionless appearance.

"It's ridiculous!" Shaking his head, Zhao Hongrun put this stupid idea behind him.

However, human thoughts are like this, sometimes the more you don't want to think about something, you will think about it and linger.

It's not. Turning his head to look at the figure of Miss Su who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but fantasize, if it was the woman Mi Jiang, what would she look like on the bed?

Shy? Exasperation? Or is it as expressionless as ever, a dead fish that doesn't move from beginning to end?

"I'm crazy too!"

Zhao Hongrun hurriedly suppressed a certain "terrifying" picture in his mind, because it was too terrifying. Sleeping with that woman with a paralyzed, black belly, and no interest in anything.

He patted his chest, trying to relax and not think about it.

I have to say that this is the negative effect of super memory: even if it is just a picture imagined in his mind, but with super memory, Zhao Hongrun can complete the fantasy picture, and become more real, as if it is the same as what he has experienced.

This is the same as dreaming of the imperial sister Princess Yulong.

That incident tortured Zhao Hongrun enough until Miss Su, who had a skin-to-skin relationship with him, subconsciously took the place of Princess Yulong. Zhao Hongrun was relieved.

And now, if he is not controlled, he will also fall into another fantasy trap created by himself, the difference is only that Mi Jiang has taken the place of Miss Su and has become the object of his subconscious.

"Empty your mind, empty your mind......"

After reading it several times in a row, it had no effect, Zhao Hongrun simply looked at the night scene outside the window, the slightly cold cool breeze. It seemed to make his mind a little more normal.

"Jiang Gongzi, what are you doing standing at the window?"

Until dawn. Miss Su, who woke up slowly, turned around slightly, and suddenly was surprised that there was no Ai Lang next to the couch, she subconsciously raised her head, and then she saw Zhao Hongrun sitting at the window with a lot of confusion, and she didn't know how long she had been there.

"Awake?" Zhao Hongrun turned around and asked.

Putting on a gauze dress, Miss Su Yingying walked to Zhao Hongrun's side. Snuggled into his arms, and said quietly, "Did something happen?" ”

"Why do you ask?" Zhao Hongrun wondered.

Hearing this, Miss Su's pretty face flushed, and she was a little speechless, after all, she felt that there was obviously something wrong with Ailang last night. More active than before, and more domineering.

"Nothing happened, don't worry." Zhao Hongrun hugged her gently, and then, when he saw Miss Su's looming graceful figure under her gauze clothes, he couldn't help but feel a little dry.

It's no wonder, after all, he did hold back for too long a while ago.

"Sleep again?" Zhao Hongrun asked with a chuckle.

Miss Su lowered her head with a blush, because the strange smile on the corner of Zhao Hongrun's mouth made her feel frightened.

After all, he laughed like that last night.

"Yikes!"

With Miss Su's abrupt exclamation, Zhao Hongrun hugged her horizontally, only to see him smile evilly at Miss Su, and then walked to the position of the bed.

Seeing this, Miss Su suddenly became short of breath, and her whole body gradually became hot, her hands wrapped around Ailang's neck, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

Looking at her delicate appearance, Zhao Hongrun inevitably became excited.

"That feeling of unfinished fun...... It's a delusion, right?'

Stroking Miss Su's hot and slightly trembling delicate body, Zhao Hongrun murmured in his heart.

In his mind, how could such a beautiful and gentle confidante be at his disposal, and he could not be happy?

"What's wrong?"

Miss Su seemed to notice something and asked suspiciously.

"No, nothing." Zhao Hongrun shook his head, turned his head close to Miss Su's ear, licked her earlobe lightly with his tongue, and said with an evil smile: "This time, you will be replaced by you." ”

"Huh?" Miss Su's eyes widened in shame, and her panicked appearance was even more pitiful.

"It's just an illusion, don't make a fuss. What kind of frog is it, it's just something that scares people......

Zhao Hongrun pillowed his hands to experience the taste of joy, and at the same time secretly told himself not to think too much.

After all, his talent is a double-edged sword, and if he is suspicious, he will fall into fantasies, and over time, he will not even be able to distinguish which ones are real experiences and which are the products of fantasy. (To be continued.) )