Who is this man? Zheng Guofan tried his best to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't lift them up no matter how he opened them, so he only felt a greasy aroma, like an orchid and musk, floating into his nose.

The man held the back of his head and neck and fed him water, Zheng Guofan drank it, he still felt dizzy, and then a pair of soft wattles stretched out from behind him, and his slender ten fingers were like jade onion tubes, and gently rubbed them on his left and right Yingxiang acupoints.

Yingxiang acupoint is the intersection of hand Yangming and foot Yangming, alias Chongyang, under the rubbing of slender jade fingers, the nose is clear, and the brain melon seeds are becoming brighter and clearer, but the eyes can't be opened, and the hands and feet are weak.

The plump ** touch behind is becoming more and more obvious, the hills and ravines are distinct, extremely soft and comfortable.

The man rubbed him for a while, gently let him lie down, a jade arm was still hooked behind his head and neck, he felt her move from behind him to the side, and also lay down along his side, and then, one hand stroked his long hair, and loosened his turban, between raising his hand, the fragrance floated secretly, from his nose in, straight to the twelve-story building, meandering down, straight like a hot line, breaking through layers of ice, almost instantly, to the lower abdomen in the uterus, this acupoint is called perineum, for Ren, Du, Chong three veins.

The two kidney capsules are hunting and shaking, like cooking oil on fire, just like the fried ghost in a hot oil pot, soft, and when the hot oil is cooked, it immediately swells, thick and hard.

Folklore, in the Song Dynasty, when Grandpa Yue's Fengbo Pavilion was killed, the people of Hangzhou were indignant, and there was a shopkeeper who made fried food and pinched two noodles with dough, a man and a woman, sticking back to back, on behalf of Qin Hui and his wife Wang, thrown into the oil pot, and shouted while frying [Come and eat fried Qin Hui!] Later, it was falsely rumored to be a fried ghost.

"Song Barnyard Banknotes" said: fried ghosts, long can be one person, pound the dough to make thin, two twisted into one, soft as a rope, fried in oil, hard several times.

The man chuckled in a low voice, and a hand that had originally arranged his hair swept down his cheek, and then slid down, Zheng Guofan suddenly found that this person's arm was naked, and the slippery skin rubbed on the tip of his nose, and the real skin was as smooth as warm jade.

The soft wattle swept through the thin chest, gradually went down, and then held it with five fingers, gently holding the kidney capsule that was shocked by hunting, and gently caressing it.

Almost instantly, it was like being struck by lightning on a rainy night, and it was as if the tail vertebrae were stabbed by something sharp, and a stream of hot air rushed straight to the Changqiang acupoint from the lower abdomen and the uterus, soaring up to 90,000 miles, rushing through the major acupoints of the spine behind the back, and spreading out in the brain after brushing, the kidney capsule was beating violently, as if something was about to erupt.

The obedient official was sweating in horror, but he didn't have the strength to move a finger, and he couldn't open his eyes, only feeling that the bottom had risen a little more, and the stinging pain was terrible.

The man let out a strange low moan, like a soft comfort to him, and like a lullaby in the depths of memory, and then pulled out another jade arm, and lowered his head, and then, a warmth gently surrounded the sting, as if there was a fragrant fish swimming left and right, slippery and greasy, delicate and tender, and there seemed to be a suction force, sucking his soul away...... He wanted to curl his fingers tightly, wanting to open his eyes to see who the man was, but the silky teasing below made him lose the last bit of strength in his body, and for a while, he found that he only had the ability to breathe.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed that in an instant, it seemed that 80,000 monks were robbed, and the bottom was empty, and then, the man turned over and sat on him, at this time, Zheng Guofan found that he and the man were both defenseless...... The man held his chest with both hands, and the underside was wet and slippery, greasy to hold down the fried ghost...... Then, the head of the mantis slowly lowered and kissed him on the cheek, and as he kissed, he slowly sank down and sat down.

Wet, slippery, soft, tender...... It's a little numb, it's a little painful, itchy, it's a little cool...... It shouldn't be like this! Zheng Guofan suddenly shook his head, his hands clenched tightly, and then opened his eyes to look...... What kind of face is that!

It is clear that the city and the country are overwhelmed, the face of Duanli is crowned, the green silk on the head is combed neatly, the top is a superb head made of gold wire, five phoenix hairpins are inserted on the top, and the pearl jade below is gently shaking with subtle movements, the forehead is smooth and delicate, such as a new chicken peel, the nose is gently opened, the two sides are condensed with fine fragrant sweat, the cheeks are like peach petals, a little bit of spring, the eyes are lightly closed, the eyelashes are constantly trembling, enchanting, the teeth are snow-white, and the tender red lips are gently bitten...... It's really a commission to be beautiful, and it's beautiful.

Mrs. Duan's Wenren's family? Zheng Guofan was dumbfounded, startled, only to feel that he couldn't control it below, fierce like a galloping horse, rushing out with a thousand shots, and the beauty suddenly opened her eyes, and then, the obedient official's eyes turned, and he clearly saw that Xiao Fengzhang was devoured by two red lotuses, and the sides of the red lotus were densely covered with sharp teeth...... Ah, the good official was so frightened that he was covered with cold sweat and sat up.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" There was Xiao Qian lying on the side of the bed, she was napping in a daze, she was called by the young master, opened her eyes and rubbed it, and saw the young master sitting on the bed with wide eyes, panting heavily, sweating profusely, she hurriedly took the kettle from the stove that had been burning in the corner of the wall next to her, mixed some hot water into the teapot, and tested the water temperature, then poured it into the teacup, brought it to the bedside, sat on the edge of the bed and handed the teacup to the good official, "Take a sip of tea first, young master, can you fight with Dong Chen and the two fathers in the future!" They are old, and the young master is still young, so naturally he can't drink them. ”

The obedient officer took the teacup, drank it all in one gulp, let out a long breath, and then his chest rose and fell slowly, and then, he was ashamed to feel a cool feeling in his crotch.

Xiao Qian is still talking bad about Dong Qichang and Chen Jiru, these two husbands are also in their twenties, one in their twenties and one in their thirties, and it is too much to pull the young master to fight for wine.

"Sister Xiaoqian." The obedient official blushed and whispered to Xiaoqian, feeling inexplicable grief and indignation in his heart, it was too humiliating, and he actually ...... Dream of spring.

Xiao Qian didn't realize it at first, mumbled, and then her ears moved lightly, but her eyes widened, you must know that the good official had never called her Sister Xiao Qian, so she was naturally surprised, the good official looked at her and was helpless, so she had to blush and whisper: "Sister Xiao Qian, I want to change a pair of pants." ”

Change pants? Xiao Qian was stunned, didn't think much about it for a while, got up and walked to the Pisces cabinet next to her, opened the cabinet and took a pair of clean pants from inside, took the pants in her hand, closed the cabinet door and turned around and walked back. The good official was about to call her out, but Xiao Qian lifted the quilt on his body.

His room was burned to the ground, it was so warm, and the quilt was only a thin layer, Xiao Qian opened it, opened her nose a few times, sniffed, frowned slightly, and whispered: "What smell?" Weird. ”

The good official was suddenly ashamed! It's like the embarrassment of a big man looking at Huang Shu's masturbation and being caught red-handed by his wife, the color on his face is really as written in the book, his face is purple, and he can't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Seeing his face like this, Xiao Qian came back to her senses, and her face suddenly turned red, so bright that she was about to drip blood.

You must know that Xiaoqian is from the Yan family, and the big families often teach the maids the common sense of these men and women, such as the Zixiao girl in the Yan Mansion, will teach the maids this common sense, the big families of the Ming Dynasty marry their daughters, and they are used to sending the maids close to their daughters over first, because they are afraid that the man does not understand the affairs of men and women, and when the time comes, it hurts the young lady.

So when Xiao Qian first met a good official, she would be so tight, you must know that Miss's lifelong event is also her lifelong event, really marrying a bad old man and a famous man, where to find regret medicine to eat, even if Miss understands that celebrities can't be eaten as meals, whether it is red apricot out of the wall or a little widow remarrying, it is not an uncommon thing in the Ming Dynasty, but Xiao Qian has her own insistence, she doesn't want to remarry.

In the book of talented and beautiful women in the Ming Dynasty, not only the beautiful women who did not marry, but also the remarried woman to be the heroine This kind of thing is also very common, the young lady messed around before marriage, aborted and took medicine, and finally married The story of love and happiness is not uncommon in the Ming Dynasty, this kind of book grabs a lot, and even the older leftover women in their thirties, only after remarrying a few times did they meet the true destiny, and finally they also loved and loved, that is also there.

The kind of thing that seems to be the prevalence of science and religion to eat people and not spit out bones, and women are oppressed to the point that life is worse than death, this is definitely the demonized Ming Dynasty, not the real Ming Dynasty in history.

Therefore, if a woman in the Ming Dynasty dies her husband, it is normal to keep a hundred days of filial piety and immediately remarry, and those women who are determined not to remarry are abnormal, the normal one has to be called life, and the abnormal can be called news, just like the saying [dog bites people is not news, people bite dogs is news], otherwise, why does the imperial court give such a high standard of treatment to women who keep festivals? It is also a memorial arch and a free conscription, and it is an acre of land.

Xiao Qian, as Yan Qingwei's personal maid, naturally understands this knowledge, I thought that the young master was still young, and I was afraid that this kind of thing would not be encountered for a year and a half, and it was usually not taboo, and the good official also felt that he must not have that ability, and the master and servant didn't think much about it, but this kind of thing actually came when it was said, and it was lightning fast.

Both of them were stunned there, and after a while, Xiao Qian blushed and stuffed the pants into the hand of the good official, and then remained silent, served a basin on the washing shelf in a corner, poured water on the stove, and then brought it to the side of the bed, and whispered to the good official who changed the pants at the speed: "Young master, you have to wash it, otherwise you will get sick inside." ”

Good official, what a shame! But Xiaoqian is now his personal maid, and she lives in a room with him, so she can't drive her outside to take care of everything by herself! I had to cover my ears and steal the bell, pretending not to see it, and just follow Xiaoqian to clean up.

The little maid wrung her hand towel, lifted the quilt, pulled off the good official's trousers, and wiped him with a slightly hot hand towel, both of them were silent, and there was an embarrassing and ambiguous smell in the air.

The obedient official lay there looking at the beams of the house, depressed in his heart, okay! Today is a young year, barely calculated, and I am also fourteen years old, but this is coming, it is inevitable that it will be too fast! Lao Tzu's hair hasn't grown yet, will it be like this in the future? What is this? Green Dragon? Or the White Tiger?

(To be continued)