Before she could say anything, Sheng Chang'an beside her took the lead in opening her mouth with a smile on her face, and said, "Uncle Shi said that he was joking, this is like a thousand years of cold ice..."

"Isn't it, your senior sisters have been in the Ning Xi Sect since childhood, even now, they are afraid of being in charge."

"Hahaha, is Master so terrifying?"

The third elder bowed his head to indicate that this was indeed the case, and waved his hand: "You masters and apprentices are strolling, I won't bother." ”

Rong Zhiwei nodded and didn't say anything more.

Sheng Changan bowed respectfully: "Say goodbye to my uncle." “

After the three of them broke up on the Yingxue Bridge, the three elders left, Sheng Chang'an, who was holding an umbrella, looked around, and then changed the umbrella held in his left hand to his right hand, and took Rong Zhiwei, who was walking on his left side, into his arms, in an intimate posture.

He bowed his head and whispered in her ear, "Has Master changed a lot for me, or has he changed a lot because of me?" ”

Rong Zhiwei glanced at him lightly, with a little anger in her eyes: "You say it yourself." ”

"Whatever it is, it's me, and that's enough."

The two who happened to walk under the Yingxue Pavilion stopped, he casually threw the oil-paper umbrella in his hand aside, reached out and tore off half of her white veil, and then turned his head to kiss her on the lips.

"Hmm," she frowned and dodged, "It's outside." ”

"So what?"

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Ningxi Hall has always been only their master and apprentice, and others never dare to step into Ningxi Hall easily, naturally they are afraid of the cold and arrogant temperament of the head of Ningxi.

So when she was in the Ning Xi Palace, Rong Zhiwei did not wear a veil.

And since he has an extra layer of relationship with his own apprentice, this Ning Xi Hall seems to have a warm and ambiguous atmosphere.

Early this morning, Rong Zhiwei still woke up in Sheng Chang'an's arms, and after the good morning kiss, Rong Zhiwei pulled him to sit down in front of the dressing mirror, took out the box that had been prepared earlier from his storage ring, and opened it.

After putting aside the delicate jade crown and hosta in the box, he reached out to tie his hair.

"Men's twenty weak crowns, from now on there will be no need to tie the hairband."

"Then can the master curl my hair for me every day in the future?"

Rong Zhiwei carefully curled his black hair, inserted a beautiful hosta, and raised her eyes to look at the beautiful face of the prosperous world reflected in the mirror: "I am lazy for the teacher." ”

Sheng Chang'an's eyes in the mirror showed a smile: "Then in the future, I will do the hair for the master." ”

He got up, let her sit on the chair behind him, reached out to pick up the green silk scattered on her shoulders, and Rong Zhiwei took the initiative to hand him her white hosta.

"Couples in the secular world have a thrush with curled hair, and when we become Taoist couples, can we be so ordinary, raise eyebrows."

Sheng Changan carefully curled her long hair and looked at her with her clear eyes, which was her most familiar appearance and favorite appearance.

He knew that Shizun would never refuse any of his requests, and this time, naturally, he would not.

The eyes of the two people met in the mirror, and according to him, the master would never refuse any of his requests.

As she wished, she said yes. Since the implication is very.

He narrowed his peach blossom eyes, leaned over and kissed her on the lips, "Is there anything else you want to give me?" ”

Rong Zhiwei is confused, the man is weak, do you want to give something...

Somewhat dazed.

"Then give you to me."

A smile welled up on his lips.

Reaching out to pick her up from the chair, the two of them had not left her bedroom since they got up, and then returned to the bed again.

Dressed in red, he sat on the side of the bed, and she was wrapped in his arms in plain white, sitting on his lap, with her neck entangled.

Sheng Changan pressed her against the bed, bit her earlobe, and said in a sexy voice: "Wei'er." ”

This is the first time he has called her like this, in fact, he has not called her master not long ago, but because the two have no side relationship except for master and apprentice, this title has to be put to the present.

"Shouting Master." Rong Zhiwei was used to hearing him call her master, but suddenly calling her name like this, she was extremely uncomfortable, and reached out and pinched his white jade face.

He reached out and tore off her waistband, and in a blink of an eye, he had already torn off the outer robe and middle garment, reached out and took her hand to touch his own blazing heat, and said with a wicked smile: "Then the master can teach me, what is next?" ”

Even through the fabric, Rong Zhiwei still felt his scorching, and hurriedly retracted her hand as if she was burned.

"This seat..."Rong Zhiwei looked away, a little hesitant.

"Now that we have become Taoist couples, let your husband teach you these things."

After sealing her lips with his mouth shut, he stripped off all her clothes.

"Well... Don't make a fuss. ”

After Sheng Changan lifted one of her legs and put it on her shoulder, a trace of panic crossed Rong Zhiwei's eyes, and her cheeks had already appeared crimson, which made her even more ashamed.

He raised his eyebrows, his peach blossom eyes were as bright as stars, the tears in the corners of his eyes and the smile on his lips were just right, and the beauty of the prosperous age made people think of only two words: demon.

"There's no trouble for my husband."

Piercing violently.

"Ahh

The pain made her clench the sheets under her, and her waist trembled slightly.

The feeling of her body being instantly filled with a foreign body made Rong Zhiwei cry out in pain, this was the first time in her life that she had shouted such a faceless pain.

Seeing that she was so painful that a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her brows were tightly locked, Sheng Changan stepped back and kissed her on the lips, wanting to make her easier.

"Hmm... It hurts..."

In the years that the two have been together, Rong Zhiwei softened her tone and coquettishly played with him for the first time, and her whole heart was held by the Yingying water in her eyes, and she couldn't resist.

He reached out and rubbed the hair that had just been curled for her, kissed her eyes lightly, and his voice was soft like silk satin wrapped around her heart: "Blame me." ”

There was no lack of small self-blame and chagrin in his tone.

After a while, she was able to gradually get used to it, and then she blushed and took the initiative to reach out and hook his neck, and said softly: "... OK. ”

A beautiful room.

After it was over, Sheng Changan wrapped the exhausted her in his arms and kissed her forehead: "This is the best gift I have ever received." ”

Rong Zhiwei's face was flushed, and she buried her head in his neck socket: "Next time, can you be gentle." ”

He chuckled lightly above and said in an ambiguous tone: "I'm afraid you don't think you're good enough for your husband." ”

“...”

Is this really the apprentice she taught, she really doesn't remember telling him these things, and there are no books in the library.

Could it be that men are self-taught in some aspects?

Thinking that at the beginning, his clear eyes reflected his clean heart, and it was because of this that she brought him back to Ningxi Mountain, and accepted him as the chief disciple, and the only male disciple in the Ningxi faction, why now, she can't see the slightest cleanliness in his clear eyes...