Lin Huaan, who closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, breathed evenly in his arms, and his smiling eyes opened, this girl is not yet sixteen, she is still a child, and she will sleep when she says she will sleep. What he likes most is to see her sweet sleeping face, which is really beautiful, indescribably delicate and cute.

He found out half a year ago when he shared a bed with her for the first time in Goryeo, and at that time he was still thinking that this girl was only fifteen years old, but she had already faintly revealed the surprise of growing up, and if time came, she would definitely fall into the country. Sure enough, he saw it right, it was only half a year, and the peaches were even more beautiful when they were slightly ripe, and he could already see how they won Jinghua two or three years later. Half a year ago, he still sighed melancholy, I don't know who this beautiful person will fall into when he grows up, and who will sleep in his arms? It turned out that the person who won the laurel pearl in the end was himself.

The cold wind in the middle of the night was howling, the candles outside the curtain were swaying, and the sky was so cold that people couldn't help but shiver.

An condensed the baby in his arms for a long time, Lin Huaan took back the spirit, kissed her again lovingly, and gently moved her to the pillow, pulled the quilt, and got off the bed.

He wondered in his heart, now that there is no big deal, who will send a letter to him? Thinking about it, he hurriedly approached the hanger, took out the envelope from his clothes, took out the paper and looked at it, his heart trembled, but he saw a line of graceful words, and the line read: "Autumn is full of whine, and tears are hidden." Frost knot went to the imperial capital, and Mousse had a name. When the tears are waiting for the tide to rise, the sycamore husband is affectionate. Under the line of the book, a line of flat words is signed: "A branch of red dew condenses incense, and the clouds and rain Wushan are in vain." ”

The flat letters are not names, but two lines of poetry. This poem not only writes color but also incense; Write not only about natural beauty, but also about shy beauty. Hongyan is a rose, and Yunyu Wushan is the story of King Chuxiang. These two lines of poetry are extremely colorful and beautiful, saying that King Chu Xiang turned the clouds and rain with the goddess in his heart in a dream, and after waking up from the dream, he broke his liver and intestines for the goddess, and he couldn't see the beauty of the harem beauties, and he was blindly obsessed with the goddess in the dream.

This is Tong Mumu confiding in him, at that time, she was like King Chu Xiang, she couldn't see the real person with her predecessors, and blindly fell into the ethereal madness. However, Lin Huaan is a turtle after all, and he doesn't know anything about the broad and profound Chinese culture, and after reading the whole letter, he doesn't understand its meaning at all, but he feels that the poems are beautiful, and the trickling words are also very beautiful, and even who sent the letter has no clue.

However, he is a smart person after all, Tong Mumu left half a month ago, and the envelope was delivered half a month later, plus now that Dajin has nothing to do, this abrupt letter without payment is obviously sent by Tong Mumu.

Suddenly, his chest was hot, and he read the letter many times in a row, and she finally returned to her safe home, and she could reply a letter to herself, presumably her crazy mind had calmed down, I wonder if she occasionally thought of him, and now she should be sleeping peacefully, right?

This turtle idiot doesn't understand the artistic conception contained in the poem at all, of course Tong Mumu didn't sleep, this poem of three lines and five rules is very clear.

"Autumn is whimpering, and tears are hidden."

"Frost Knot goes to the imperial capital, Mousse has a name."

"When the tears are waiting for the tide to rise, the sycamore husband is affectionate."

The first sentence says: In September and autumn, she was scared and whined, and when she was about to leave, she still had some reluctant tears in her heart to leave. The second sentence: She came back for the frosty October, and she was crazy about a person's name in her heart.

The third sentence couldn't be clearer. The tide is the tide during the day, and the tide is the tide at night, that is, to meet him tonight. Wutong Qifeng, she has no place to live here, the only habitat is the cave, and it is the first time she called him a husband in the cave, and the place where she met was in the cave half a month ago.

It's terrible to have no culture, if it weren't for Lin Hua'an's natural intelligence, knowing the meaning of the poem, and worrying about the child's wood, he didn't understand its meaning and didn't sleep all night, so he took the letter and flew out of the room.

The night was silent, and there were several lanterns that blew out the howling cold wind, and the sky was full of dead leaves, which was very cold. He was barefoot, only wearing obscene clothes and pants, and shrunk coldly, but he didn't want to go back to the room to add clothes at all, and walked quickly to Long Xing's pavilion, just wanting to quickly know the meaning of Tong Mumu's poem, whether she was good or not?

Out of the stone gate, walking quickly towards the path, the lantern fluttered, the shadow suddenly flashed on the side, the thorn turned his head to look, his neck hurt suddenly, the sky and the earth shook, and he couldn't stand it and fell into the ground.

"Damn!" Surprised to see that the palm surnamed Long was knocked so hard, Lu Ling lowered his curse and scolded Long Qianye angrily: "You can't fucking light it?" ”

Long Qianye shot a little heavier, hugged the uncle's body, and said apologetically: "Okay, I'll go first, otherwise that Tong Mumu will go into a dead end again, maybe he will cry and break his liver and intestines." ”

Lu Ling already knew the ins and outs, and hurriedly urged: "Uncle is crazy, our sect is in chaos like this, he still has the leisure to go to Goryeo to play, you must tell Tong Mumu about this matter, let her persuade her, it is better to return to the sect as soon as possible." ”

Long Qianye patted his chest and promised, picked up the uncle who was trapped in a coma, and jumped into the night sky, thinking to himself What nonsense is the surname Lu talking about? When they left, Lun Ye asked them to go back and go directly to the Li Mansion to find him, if it was really as urgent as Lu Ling said, could Lun Ye be so idle? He didn't dare to conclude the second master's strategy, Lun Ye's strategy was seen all the way, the two masters talked, and then they understood and did it vigorously, what would not have happened to him?

After scurrying in the northeast direction for a while, Long Qianye immediately forgot all about Lu Ling's orders. His speed is naturally not as fast as Lin Azhen, it took more than half an hour to jump into the mountain forest, and he walked towards the stone cave with the sound of a waterfall, fortunately there is this big waterfall, otherwise the ghost will know where the cave is.

Shi Xiao, who was guarding the entrance of the cave, heard the sound of breaking wind, hurriedly put down his arms, and urged Long Qianye, who was still in the air: "Quick, Miss Tong is going to cry to death." ”

Long Qianye's head doubled in size, jumped to the ground, rushed in without stopping, ran into the candle-lit cave, and hurriedly explained to Tong Mumu who was squatting in the corner: "Uncle is not ignoring you, he just came back, don't cry, I brought him." ”

Tong Mumu was endlessly sad, it had been two hours since the letter was sent, thinking that he was angry that he had stopped paying attention to her, and his heart was eager to die, and when he heard this explanation, he hurriedly raised his face, and was surprised to see that this person was faint again, and suddenly lost his face and crawled to the ground: "You...... How did you...... How do you knock him ...... knocked unconscious? Put him down, put him down. ”

Long Qianye has no bottom in his heart, if he doesn't knock him out, the uncle refuses to come, he doesn't let the tears of the surnamed Tong drown, he just doesn't do anything and knocks him unconscious, anyway, they won't care if the surnamed Tong is going to die or live.

Quickly put the uncle lying flat on the ground, the two did not dare to stay for a moment, turned around and ran out of the hole, and then a boom sounded, accompanied by two roars of hard milk, the earth shook slightly and stopped, followed by a milk roar, boom and a light sound, and then stopped.

Tong Mumu looked at the person on the pillow with tears in his eyes, the potholes and scars on his face, and his appearance was still so handsome, waiting for more than a dozen roars outside, the candle flame in the cave no longer swayed, his face was suddenly ashamed, he bit his lip and stood up, and bit out the candle flame one by one, but no matter how he blew it, he felt that it was too bright, until there were only two candles left, and he wanted to be taught by the girl in the Qinglou, saying that the man wanted to see the body clearly, and he would be depressed if he couldn't see it, so he stopped his lips in a hurry, and didn't dare to blow out the candle anymore.

Returning to the bed, she replied shyly for a long time, then sat down, took off her embroidered shoes, untied her clothes and skirts, and only wore a short obscenity that was small to the root of her legs, and hung a close-fitting red embroidered pocket on her body.

Tong Mumu was also ashamed to death, according to what the girl in the Qinglou said, he turned his eyes to look at the sleeping man, gently bit the red lips stained with rouge, hesitated and leaned over to untie his obscene clothes, after seeing his bare chest, the pounding heartbeat intensified, his face was as red as a drop of blood, he leaned his soft body against his chest, and kissed his handsome face carefully.

Lin Huaan just fainted, not dead, his consciousness recovered, both uncomfortable and pleasant, the two emotions were mixed and churned, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a small head buried in his chest sucking and kissing himself, only to feel that his pants were loose, and there was a small tender palm pinching and holding himself.

"Well......" A strong sensory stimulus struck, he couldn't stand the exhalation sound, his body bowed up slightly, and he felt the stiffness of the little bad palm in his pants to stop, his heart was suddenly empty, Zhengqi himself was thirty years old and would still have spring dreams, and suddenly bursts of crying came to his eardrums.

"Ahh Hearing Miss Tong's cry, Lin Hua'an was startled, her body shrank back suddenly, and she was stunned to look at the woman buried on the quilt, only to see her kneeling on the quilt, covering her face with her hands and burying her in her arms, shrinking into a small ball, the ball was showing her jade legs, bare back and shoulders, and was crying.

What happened? Lin Hua'an was shocked, his frightened heart almost jumped out of his throat, he jumped up, quickly pulled her away, and stammered and waved his hand: "I...... I don't...... I won't insult you, you...... You can rest assured...... Rest assured. The clever head immediately knew what was going on, his face turned blue and pale, and he knelt down to the ground, begging: "Miss Tong put a thousand and ten thousand hearts, I will definitely kill Lin Azhen tomorrow, it is definitely not my willingness to bully you like this, don't seek death, don't be afraid, don't cry." ”

Tong Mumu, who was ashamed to dig into the ground, heard this, and his crying intensified, the man mistakenly thought that he had let his brother catch him again, his words were full of begging, his voice was full of fear, he was afraid that he hated her, he was afraid that he would seek death, so he knelt down to himself, he could not kneel, but he knelt to himself.