The story takes place in Chang'an.

There is a famous beauty in Chang'an City.

The eyebrows are daylily colored, and the red skirt is jealous of the pomegranate flowers. The new song is gorgeous, drunk and dancing, and the eyes are slanted.

She is a beautiful woman, but she fell into the dust.

The beauty's name is Xia Jin, and she is the Oiran of the Drunken Flower Building.

Fenglou Pavilion, pearl red curtain.

Singing and dancing with wide sleeves, graceful cappella.

Thousands of charming, thousands of styles.

………

In May, on a midsummer night, Chang'an Shili Long Street, the lights are brilliant and the voices are boiling.

Inside the Drunken Flower Building——

The north hall is like the moon at night, and the south is like a cloud.

Xia Jin is wearing a red dress, half-exposed breasts, her face is like a hibiscus, her eyes are like willows, and her eyes are like silk, which is fascinating.

Her skin is like snow, her black hair is high, and her head is full of Nanzhu gold hairpins, shining with dazzling light.

The red lips were slightly raised, and the eyes rolled.

The beauty danced, giving birth to lotus step by step, and the silver bells on her feet gently made fragmentary sounds with the pace.

Coquettish and boneless, into the glamorous three points.

All four are full, sons, kings and grandsons, staggered.

"I heard that this Oiran Xia Jin is actually a free body for a long time, and she herself is unwilling to leave this dusty place."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Not really. But that's okay, if Xia Jin leaves, who else in the entire Chang'an City can dance such a dance for us to see? ”

When everyone heard this, they all nodded their heads frequently. There was only one person sitting upright next to the table, shaking the white jade bone fan in his hand, and he listened to everyone talking about it sideways, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth lightly, and let out a chuckle.

The man's nose is like a gall, his lips are greased, and his peach blossom eyes are like the flowers of spring dawn, showing all kinds of styles.

Feng Lang Fang Jun Yande, there is a dragon tail big inkstone.

This person's name is Jun Yan, and he is a very famous romantic and talented man in Chang'an City.

"Jun Dacai, did you say it?"

Hearing the call of others, Jun Yan's hand holding the fan paused for a moment, and then his wrist flipped and put away the folding fan. His eyes swept over everyone carelessly, and finally stopped at the woman in red dancing on the stage.

Jun Yan couldn't help but smile lightly, between his picturesque and demonic eyebrows, there seemed to be boundless wind and moon, like water tenderness.

Then he turned to look at the man, smiled and said:

"What Brother Tai said is extremely true."

………

The bright moon is not a branch to frighten magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night.

Lang is in love with concubines, like-minded, and affectionate. Before the drunken flowers, how much romance.

The sky is full of stars, and the moon is under the moon. There is a beauty who is more beautiful than flowers, she smiled at the talented man in front of her, and there seemed to be a pool of spring water in her eyes, with affection in her veins.

"Yanlang, you're here."

The beauty hooked her lips and smiled, her voice was soft and charming, touching the soul.

"Long waiting?" Jun Yan smiled, he strode forward, and reached out to wrap his hand around Xia Jin's slender waist.

Xia Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, and her white jade-like arms rested on Jun Yan's shoulders.

"The slave family has been waiting for you a long time ago." The tail note has a long tone, but it has a bit of grievance and coquettishness.

Jun Yan smiled, stretched out a hand and gently picked up Xia Jin's chin, closed his eyes and kissed it.

With some instinct, he gently pried open Xia Jin's red lips, greedily grabbing the fragrance that belonged to her.

Xia Jin's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her two red lips opened slightly, and the tip of her tongue gently provoked, taking the initiative to respond to him.

The ** sound came out of her mouth intermittently, like the bewitching and beautiful poppies, exuding a charming but dangerous fragrance.

At the end of the kiss, Xia Jin gently bit Junyan's lip with her teeth.

"You're late today, but do you want to compensate the slave family a little?"

Xia Jin's cheeks were slightly red, and the affection in her eyes was continuous, like waves in the water.

The red lips hooked, she stretched out a jade finger, lightly touched Jun Yan's chest, and casually drew circles on his chest, quite provocative.

The midsummer weather was hot, the clothes were light and thin, and through the clothes, Jun Yan clearly felt the temperature of Xia Jin's fingertips, leaving an ambiguous residual temperature on his chest.

"How to compensate?" Jun Yan chuckled, he hugged the beauty in his arms a little tighter, took her sensitive earlobe, and whispered in her ear, "Tonight, how about I serve you well?" ”

When Xia Jin heard this, she smiled brightly, but she didn't feel ashamed at all.

"Yanlang has always been gentle with the slave family."

As she spoke, she lifted a slender white leg and climbed onto Jun Yan's lean waist.

Jun Yan took advantage of the situation to pick him up and strode into the orchid room.

Tie to the door, have fun on the pillow, hold the rain and carry the clouds, and turn the phoenix upside down.

Frightened, yin and spring, faintly shouldered.

The willow waist swings the east wind style, and the cherry lips are fragrant and misty.

Feng Zhu dragon pan, skillful and delicate. Love is endless, and it is used in a thousand ways.

The spring night hibiscus tent is warm, a room is charming, lingering.

………

Fragrant ambergris, Shu Han jade.

At the beginning of the shower, the pillow and glazed in the embroidered hibiscus red gauze tent.

Xia Jin's eyes were lightly closed, the corners of her eyes were a little crystalline, and under her long eyelashes was a faint red that had faded slightly.

"Xia Jin." Kimihiko's chin rested lightly against her forehead and he pronounced the name of the beauty in her arms.

"Hmm." Xia Jin lay on Jun Yan's arm and responded softly and delicately.

"Come with me, don't be in this fireworks land."

After a moment of silence, Xia Jin slowly opened her eyes, her eyes rolling slightly in the mottled long eyelashes.

“…… Hikoro laughed. ”

Hearing this, Jun Yanjun's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked sideways at Xia Jin: "I'm serious." ”

Xia Jin's eyes were full of meaning, she pursed her lips, and finally turned over and did not answer.

After a long time, she heard a soft sigh from the man behind her, and then the night dispersed into the air.

"Why not?"

He didn't believe that Xia Jin didn't love him.

“…… It is in this drunken flower building, except for you Yanlang, the slave family will not have skin to skin with others. Why did Yan Lang insist on taking the slave family out of here? ”

"It's different!" Jun Yan was a little excited, and his voice unconsciously amplified, "I want to marry you, not to be with you without a name and a part like now." ”

"I don't mind."

"But I mind!"

The moonlit night is boundless, and both of them are silent, leaving this night alone, silent and silent.

Jun Yan turned his back angrily, he didn't see the tears falling from Xia Jin's eyes, and drew a little falling flower on the pillow.

Because I have loved, I know what it is like to suffer from gains and losses, and finally love without love.

In the past, there was a tall building with a song and a night string, and there were dancing sleeves for the city and the country.

Three years ago, in the Wanchun Pavilion in the south of the Yangtze River, she also entrusted everything she had to one person, and she was willing to be with her for the rest of her life.

However, countless vows and alliances, accompanied day and night, are nothing more than a heart-wrenching pain in the end.

Swear by it, don't think about it.

Promises are beautiful, just like the breeze, which can bring fragrance and refresh people's hearts, but they can also dissipate and disappear without a trace.

She once had a fantasy of spending a white head with you, but she woke up from a dream and realized that it was just wishful thinking, and it was difficult to have a result in the end.

Love vigorously, but it ended in failure, so I don't want to be easy for love.

It's not that I don't love, it's just that I can't believe in love anymore.

Emotion is the deepest knot in the heart, entangled in a thousand ways, do you taste love and hate all the times, can you be indifferent to a little bit?