"I don't believe in Wushan Girl, I don't believe in Luochuan God."

The woman was wearing a green silk shirt, a bright yellow and pink watery skirt, half of the dark clouds, tilted her head, threw away a soft eyewave, bowed her head to play the pipa, and sang again:

"He Guan has something else, or a person from Allure.

After the Communist Chen Wang opera, he was a neighbor of the Song family.

……”

The singing voice is tactful, the voice is like a yellow bird, she is really a happy person, she is both talented and beautiful, and she is crispy into people's bones.

"How's it going, Brother Kim?"

Ning Yunfeng's clothes are half-open, and she is holding a glamorous singer with her back exposed in her arms, holding a luminous cup, and Qiong liquid shakes dàng), and respects Jin Yanchen Yao, smoky, Tao Taoran, and a smug look: [1]

"This is a famous Kyoto celebrity. Compared to the bewitching fox in Saibei, it's not a flavor, right? ”

Xu Shicai took Wushisan, and his cheekbones flushed abnormally, and his exposed skin was also red and hot. While talking, he tugged at his shirt irritably, so that the muddy qi could be more dissipated.

Two maidservants in purple gauze skirts knelt on both sides of Ning Yunfeng. A large ball of purple and white silk cloth with a diameter of two feet was used to send wind to him, and the snow-white thighs were exposed, which was a rage.

"How about your beautiful concubine who can sing and dance?" Ning Yunfeng's expression was vain, shaking his head, and his tongue was no longer very sharp.

Six feet away from his right, there is a long case of rosewood engraving, two exquisite gold and bronze food tripods on the right, and a beautiful maid sits in front of the desk to share food and wine.

There are various cups, plates and bowls on the desk. Food and wine are all available.

Jin Yanchen wore a dark thin shirt, his long legs curled up, and he was lazily crooked on the couch behind the desk. There was a beautiful woman lying in the crook of her arm, the autumn waves were beautiful, the red lips were blazing, and the pale and dimmed all the winds in this world, and all the warblers and Yanyan in this room became her foil.

The woman raised her neck and raised her hand, her sleeves slipped, revealing her arms as white and tender as new lotus roots, holding Jin Yanchen's neck, and she didn't know what to laugh at him.

The full red lips are stained with wine color, which is extraordinarily bright. Between the opening and closing, there is an irresistible cyan confusion.

Jin Yanchen bent down to listen, his eyes were confused, he was already drunk, he held a lamp in one hand, and toasted with Ning Yunfeng in the distance: "Beautiful!" Mountain people don't know that jade has fragrance, and now they know the joy of the world. To the Seventh Son! ”

Raise your head and drink it all.

A man in a fancy costume who was drinking with a singer in his arms in the south case slapped the case and shouted: "Holy Lord is happy! Fill it up again. ”

The glamorous maid kneeling at the desk immediately kneeled forward, and her slender jade fingers took the delicate and beautiful carved copper handle and poured wine into the bottle. Over there, Ning Yunfeng had already stood up, opened his arms, his eyes were shaky, and he shouted: "I'm flying, ahhhh ”

The footsteps staggered through the cabin, causing the group of dancers who were twisting their waists and swinging in the open space in front of the desk to laugh and dodge.

Ning Yunfeng was slurred, and said reluctantly: "You say, is it your little concubine, or my sister?" ”

Jin Yanchen's eyebrows gathered slightly, and an imperceptible cold glow flashed from the bottom of his eyes. He took the cup from the maid's hand, drank it in one gulp, slammed it on the table, and cried out, "Fill it again!" ”

The afterglow staggered, and just as Ning Yunfeng raised his worried eyes, he exchanged glances with Su Jingxuan, who was sitting in the south case, and smiled knowingly.

Jin Yanchen drank half a cup, and went to feed the beauty in his arms. The beauty refused, half-pushed and half-drank the small half-cup, and the rest was sprinkled on the slender neck snow, and the thin silk shirt was wet and close to the front round, and they were very human together.

"Necrotic." The woman said angrily, raising a pair of soft and boneless pink fists to beat Jin Yanchen's tight and broad shoulders, her attitude was lazy, and her voice was as soft as a hook:

"The slave really can't drink anymore, please have mercy on the Holy Lord and let the slave go."

It's really a kind of romance, and it's a hero's burial grave.

Jin Yanchen's heart trembled slightly, and an extremely slow and imperceptible tingling itch spread, slowly penetrating the limbs and bones, accompanied by the upsurge of wine and blood, gradually tumbling and becoming intense.

He secretly urged the internal force to resist, but the medicine was very stubborn, as unpredictable as a gossamer, floating in his blood, driving the blood to flow in one place in the body.

A drop of sweat condensed on the tip of the nose and "snapped" down the beauty of the mouth.

"Spare you?" He looked down and smiled, and his black hair spread out and draped over the side of his face, adding a touch of wickedness to his well-defined and handsome face.

"How is it good that you tell me to spare you, and that I have pity on you?"

He bowed his head sharply and gnawed on the woman's neck. The big hands rubbed up and down, kneading the woman to giggle, her son was soft and muddy, panting, and her trembling voice was getting weaker.

Jin Yanchen hadn't forgotten Ning Yunfeng's words, he raised his head from the woman's mouth, her beautiful curved eyes were dyed with a heavy ** color, her cheeks were red, her breath was chaotic, and she said in a rough voice: "Barbarian woman, not educated." How can it compare to this clever and caring person. You say, don't you? ”

Palm the round thighs of the beauty in your arms and squeeze them hard. The woman couldn't stop, trembling in confusion, and exclaimed: "Seventh brother save me!" ”

Half of the words were gagged.

He snorted, but the panic on his face faded, his eyes were slightly closed, and he made a sound, and his hands and feet were actively wrapped around him, hooking the man's tall and sturdy body.

Su Jingxuan clapped his palms and laughed: "Wonderful! Wonderful! The little girl is smart! Your seventh brother can't save you. The Holy Lord saved you, haha. ”

Shen Meng Lang, his tone was obscene, and Ning Yunfeng also laughed.

The woman kneeling in front of the cabin, Kyoto famous lady Narcissus, seems to have been accustomed to all this for a long time, and she is still smiling like the wind, singing with a singing voice, playing and singing:

"The hairpin is long and the hair is long, and the socks are small and the waist is small.

Night after night, the state is still new. ”

When she sang this, Jin Yanchen had already strode out of the cabin with the woman in her arms in her arms and hurried upstairs.

Ning Yunfeng, who was already dazed and a little blurred, suddenly opened his eyes and smiled at Su Jingxuan. Tacitly drank a glass of wine each.

Ning Yunfeng glanced at her, and a graceful and graceful dancer quietly followed.

Feng Shuixian continued to sing: "The guests keep their eyes in vain, and they don't see Zhengheng Chen." ”

Upstairs came the sound of babbling women, and the heavy wheezing of men.

The sturdy three-story pleasure boat shook slightly, and the hanging rows of vermilion palace lamps fluttered and shook gently, shattering the sparkling waves on the Qinhuai River.

At this time, Jin Yanchen was standing at the stern of the third-floor cabin blowing the wind.

The cool night breeze mixed with damp water vapor came from the river, blowing the hem of his clothes, blowing away the smell of wine and the smell of erosive green.

also blew cold and darkened the corners of his eyes.