On a moonlit night, the lights are dim, the stars are bright, as sparse as the starry sky under the bright moon, but it gives people a sense of tranquility, Liang Pengfei's rich voice stopped again, looked up, but saw the intoxication of Wang Shuxiang's face, under the light, the warm red lips are delicate, and the pavilion is shrouded in a piece of moonlight, quiet and elegant deep and shallow black, with such a delicate makeup beauty, people have a heart-warming shock. [Full text reading]

"The beauty is fairies and idle, picking mulberry roads. The soft strips are rising, and the fallen leaves are fluttering. For some reason, Liang Pengfei, a hooligan who had nothing but bad water in his mind except for yellow jokes, came up with such an ancient poem in his mind for no reason, and subconsciously whispered it.

"Is it because I saw a beautiful woman, my character and emotional intelligence have exploded?" Liang Pengfei couldn't help but say smugly.

"Isn't this Cao Zhi's "Beauty Chapter"?" Hearing Liang Pengfei's low and rich recitation, Wang Shuxiang's beautiful eyes flowed, and a faint sweetness came to his heart, although I don't know how many people have praised his beautiful appearance, and some people even wrote poems for it, but although Liang Pengfei only recited such a sentence that is not on topic, hmm...... It should be a poem that is not right in time and place, but it can only show that when a female surname is in love, it will become a little, and it cannot be said that it is stupid, it can only be said that in their eyes, even if the beloved man brings a dog tail grass to himself, it can make them feel sweet.

"Cao Zhi's beauty?" Liang Pengfei blinked, and then remembered that he seemed to have heard that Pan Bingjie, another talented girl in his family, had read Cao Zhi's fu a few days ago.

"Shuxiang, did your father explain anything to you when he came this time? Or do you want you to go back to Yangzhou first? Liang Pengfei was afraid that this young literary woman who had read poetry and books would talk about poetry and poetry with her, so she quickly changed the topic and saved herself from being able to get off the stage for a while.

"No, my father didn't say it......" Hearing Liang Pengfei's question, Wang Shuxiang began to feel red and heartbeat again.

"Damn, I can't stand it, it's really not Lao Tzu's style to grind and trumble like this." Liang Pengfei felt that he was about to tear himself up like Liu Xia Hui anymore, and he was afraid that he was about to become an impotence god like Hui Yanagishita, so he simply stood up and walked to the side of Wang Shuxiang.

This move startled Wang Shuxiang, and he couldn't help but raise his head to look at Liang Pengfei with a nervous face.

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"Well, what did you say...... I apologize to you for the matter of Guangxiao Temple. Liang Pengfei looked at the pretty face of Wang Shuxiang and took a deep breath. That day, my temper was a little impulsive, and I scolded you, but at that time, you really shouldn't have listened to your teacher, Mr. Yuan, and your sisters and sisters. ”

"No, no, that's my little sister's fault, if...... If things happen all over again......" Speaking of this, Wang Shuxiang's voice became lower and lower, but the raised eyes became brighter and brighter, crystal clear. "If you do it again, Xiaomei won't regret it." Wang Shuxiang almost used the strength to breastfeed, so he said this sentence very shyly.

"Huh?" Now it was Liang Pengfei's turn to be dumbfounded, and said in his heart that this girl should have a bad brain, right? I don't regret it again, could it be that this girl has the potential to be a masochist?

Just when Liang Pengfei was confused, Wang Shuxiang slowly stood up, and the sight that originally fell on Liang Pengfei's face was retracted, and the red cloud on his pretty face was as red as rouge and as bright as a peony under the moonlit night. "If there is no turmoil, the little sister is afraid that she will not have the opportunity to meet the eldest brother in this life."

This sentence was not much louder than the sound of the mosquito humming, but when it fell on Liang Pengfei's ears, it was as clear as Fenglun's voice that day.

Hearing this, Liang Pengfei felt as if something had risen all of a sudden. Looking at this shy and almost untenable beauty, Liang Pengfei felt that he was still really fucking lucky, hmm...... It seems that he is a little more manly, and after scolding this little girl very masculinely, he actually won her heart, which is really unexpected. "That, scholarly ......" Liang Pengfei has always been a guy who climbs up when he sees the pole, and at this time, it is equivalent to the pervert who saw the beauty he fell in love with and took the initiative to open the skirt and put down the stairs.

Wang Shuxiang, who had just mustered up the courage to eat milk, had already felt that her face was almost ready to boil eggs, and at this time she saw Liang Pengfei walking towards her, and Wang Shuxiang was really startled, as if her courage had been used up at that moment, and she was about to turn around and want to escape.

Liang Pengfei stretched out his hand at the moment when Wang Shuxiang wanted to turn around but didn't have time to turn around, and grabbed Wang Shuxiang's arm. "Scholarly ......" gentle but slightly magnetic voice, as well as the warm and powerful arm seemed to transmit an electric current, making the power of Wang Shuxiang even turn around as if it had disappeared without a trace.

Liang Pengfei felt that the slender jade hands of Wang Shuxiang seemed to be trembling, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart. "Don't be afraid, okay?"

"I'm not afraid, I, I'm just a little nervous......" Wang Shuxiang said incoherently, his face getting lower and lower, and he almost buried his head in his chest. Seeing her like this, Liang Pengfei couldn't help laughing, he didn't expect that this little girl was so big when she was bold, but when she was smaller, she seemed to be even more timid than the little lamb.

"Scholar, come, raise your head." Liang Pengfei stretched out his right hand and slowly lifted it up, as if he was afraid of scaring away a cute little animal, and carefully lifted Wang Shuxiang's smooth and warm jaw, and gently, let Wang Shuxiang involuntarily lift up along Liang Pengfei's fingers.

The light looked so hazy through the gauze of the lantern, and the moonlight spread down faintly, reflecting in this late autumn pavilion, and in the gentle wind, the sound of the leaves seemed to be dyed with a touch of swaying.

Looking at this stunning beauty full of the atmosphere of knowing her surname, looking at her delicate and naturally charming cheeks, Liang Pengfei felt like an eight-thousand-horsepower tamping machine in his heart, ramming it again and again.

I couldn't help but step forward, and when I was only a centimeter away from the scholarly face, I paused, looking at her fast-beating eyelashes, and her mouth that was trembling slightly as if she had fallen into a frozen lake, and kissed her cherry lips gently, as if she was greedily tasting a jar of sweet honey.

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Wang Shuxiang stiffened at first, and then he was rushed by this taste that he had never tasted before and the kind of joy that surged into his brain, and the closed gums also made Liang Pengfei's tongue easily open, and after that, the lips and tongues of the two were completely intertwined, and the phase of the liquid was ...... Liang Pengfei's hand slowly fell down the thin waist of Wang Shuxiang, and finally covered the buttocks of Wang Shuxiang, just when Liang Pengfei, a hooligan, was secretly speechless in his heart, he didn't know if he didn't know it, and it was really good to play his surname, but he heard the footsteps from far and near, as well as the low dry cough of the girl Xiaohuan.

But this time it woke up Wang Shuxiang, and quickly stretched out his hand to push Liang Pengfei away, and Wang Shuxiang, who was like a cloud, quickly turned his face and gasped again and again.

Liang Pengfei took the tea a little depressed, and secretly scolded that the light bulb came too timely, but at this time, Xiaohuan said that Wang Shuxiang's father had returned to the house, Wang Shuxiang couldn't sit still, and the two hurriedly returned to the front hall to meet Wang Shuxiang's father, Wang Qiyuan.

After chatting with this famous salt merchant in Lianghuai, Wang Qiyuan saw the strange look on his daughter's face, and couldn't help but be secretly happy, under the pretext that he was tired of going out to visit friends, so he asked Wang Shuxiang to send off the guests on his behalf.

Slowly walked to the door of the house, Liang Pengfei just went down two steps, but he felt that he didn't hand over anything, and it was a little too obscene to take advantage of the little girl's pat on the ass and leave, turned around, and happened to see Wang Shuxiang standing by the door, looking at himself with shame and resentment.

Liang Pengfei didn't care that there was still a servant from the Wang Mansion beside him, so he turned around and walked back to the Wang scholar: "In two days, I will come to see you, no matter what, don't worry." ”

Hearing Liang Pengfei's words, looking at his serious and sincere face, Wang Shuxiang, who was still a little gloomy, felt that his mood suddenly soared, and nodded vigorously.

Looking at the back of Liang Pengfei beating the horse, until the sound of hooves faded away, Liang Pengfei's figure had long since disappeared into the darkness, Wang Shuxiang reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and reopened the door with a sweet and intoxicating smile.

The city of Lahore in northern India, located in the rich alluvial plain of the upper Indus River, was visited by Xuanzang, a high-ranking monk of the Tang Dynasty of China, in 630 AD. Once the capital of the Mughal dynasty for more than 200 years, the Mughal city of Yenching has now moved to Agra, but the city full of Persian and Islamic flavours has been preserved.

Although it was already late autumn, there was no chill here, and a large group of nearly 2,000 Indian cavalry and 5,000 Indian infantry slowly left the historic city through the north gate of Nalahore.

If you look closely, you can even see that in the Indian army, there are some white men dressed in the same attire as the Indian soldiers, and they are talking in whispers in English......

(To be continued)