The water surface of the long river in Guangping under the window is mottled and colorful, sparkling like silver foil.

The fragrance is fragrant, and the smell of fat powder faintly blends into the tip of Xie Wuyu's nose, slowly seeping into it, as if it has the meaning of turning into bone and blood.

There was a thin wind that swept up the long river of starlight and broke into the house along the uncovered window lattice, the clothes fluttered lightly, and the person in Xie Wuyu's arms trembled slightly.

Chu Yanfeng's eyes suddenly swayed, sultry, but her muscles and bones were not crisp, she lifted her eyelids and looked at him:

"What do you mean?"

The corners of Xie Wuyu's lips sneered, his arm was slightly heavi, and the fingertips of his other hand lingered on the face of the person in his arms, obviously doing things like the wind and the moon, but there was not a trace of ripples in his eyes, and he was still so handsome and sparse.

His fingertips finally stopped at the side of Chu Yan's eyes, and between the four eyes, they all saw the light in each other's eyes,

Xie Wuyu hugged Chu Yan's palm and rubbed it against the willow waist, and he could almost feel the trembling under the thin veil of the person in his arms, he bent his eyebrows, it was his usual lazy smile, and the last few words were pressed gently:

"Miss Chu Yan looks like a fairy, how can she look like the people in this Fengyue Alley? This looks...... It's a bit like a lady in the palace. ”

Chu Yan lowered her eyelashes, half a sound, she laughed coquettishly, stretched out her jade fingers, and gently swirled in front of Xie Wuyu's chest, through the same layer of blue satin:

"Master, this is a torture for the slave family, the slave is the daughter of Pu Liu's joyful scene, how can it be compared with the heavenly moon in the Toad Palace, wouldn't that stain the reputation of the mothers?"

The thin moon was shining, but the silver glow was too cool.

The bead curtain burst out a few crisp screams, Xie Wufu pondered a little bit of aging, and he didn't feel drunk after taking a sip, he shook the cup in his hand, and a few drops overflowed and slipped onto the neck of the person in his arms, and slid down.

His gaze went down, and the jade group was as bright as the morning glow:

"So, it's just that I'm drunk and talking nonsense."

Chu Yan raised her eyebrows lightly, poured herself a cup, she drank it without changing her face, she drank it urgently, the liquid slowly flowed down the corners of her mouth, and her light clothes were stained with wine.

There was silence in the pavilion, and the two hugged tightly through their clothes, but the two hearts had their own ghosts.

"It is said that the slave is the first head of this Yunxi Guangping Mansion," Chu Yanyu wrapped his arms around his long neck, and sighed like an orchid in Xie Wuyu's ear, "But everyone in the world loves the immortals in the painting, and no one loves the world." ”

What is Guangping Beauty?

It is a handsome brother under the pomegranate skirt of a famous lady, but he can respond to the clouds and stars in the sky, and the noble son under the floral shoes is a daughter, and it is difficult to buy her backyard flower.

Xie Wufu flicked his long sleeves, the muddy and deeply exposed robe was half faded, and inside was a thin green shirt and jade silk, and he was slanting into the graceful grace of the person in his arms:

"The girl is comparable to Yiguang, and she deserves the name of this Guangping Yanling."

He condensed Chu Yan's face for a while, pretended to think deeply, and then added another sentence:

"It's just that the bones under your skin remind me of the old people I met when I was young and stationed with the general on the border for a few years."

The clouds have passed, and the agarwood in the green furnace burns more thickly, burning fiercely, climbing the tail of the Chu rouge skirt, and wrapping the green silk tips of the two.

Chu Yan's eyes couldn't see a trace of waves, she looked at the smoke clouds curling up from the side of Bai Yu's wrist, her red sleeves flicked, her eyebrows lowered and raised, and she pressed the cavity very lightly:

"Oh? can be like the old man of the master, that is the blessing of the slave family. ”

The affection gradually spread Xie Wuyu's clean robe, he glanced at the incense burner silently, the pillow was soft and fragrant, and the eyebrows were slightly raised:

"Indeed, you should be blessed."

He rolled his palms away, lifted the cigarette yarn, shook his clothes lightly, and when he hooked a pot of new wine, he also smiled: "I heard that in this Guangping long alley, there is a story about an oiran and a scholar with a broken arm?" ”

Chu Yan sneered, she straightened up, took the wine jug in Xie Wuyu's hand, raised her arm and poured a pot of qiong liquid, and there was a mournful sound when the jade cup hit the tile:

"Where hasn't there been a few stories like this? Do you want to hear it? ”

Xie Wuyu's eyes squinted at Chu Yan, he held the jade white cheeks with one hand, and twisted a piece of spring cheese with the other.

"It's just that the red-carded girl believed the rumors in the building, held a fire candle and destroyed her skin, and vowed to redeem herself and run away with the exam-taking scholar, saying something to wander the world, but the scholar was broken by someone's arm"

Chu Yan was talking about a joking voice, she brought the full cup to Xie Wuyu, and the glow rippled between her smiles, and she added:

"The woman laughing in the fireworks has no face, and the scholar who writes and inks for others has broken her arm, but it is a bitter mandarin duck."

Xie Wufu let the fragrant red crumble dye the green robe, took Chu Yan's cup, and didn't drink it, the fragrance of wine lingered on his eyebrows:

"Listening to the girl's tone, it seems to be laughing at the red card?"

Chu Yanyu lightly knocked on the agarwood case, and she also supported it, and looked at Xie Wuyu's eyes: "If you enter the wind and moon, it is a capital crime to be tempted." ”

The distant mountains are full of saffron sun, and the breath on the side is like an old wine, thick and fragrant.

"The wine left in the last three years of the Yuan Dynasty has drunk the hypocrites who are looking for joy in the willow lanes of Flower Street, but it is not as soul-stirring as a wisp of pillow incense from Jiao Niang."

Xie Wuyu's eyes were deep, as if he wanted to go straight into Chu Yan's eyes to take her inner meaning, the bright lamp lit his eyebrows, and he was dyed with clouds and blue water by the painting screen, he smiled and replied:

"This is not good, Miss Chu Yan is full of beautiful bones, but I am so excited."

As soon as the words fell, Xie Wuyu pulled Chu Yan into his arms, fastened it tightly on the case, and looked down from top to bottom.

Chu Yan was not surprised, even if the thin bones on her back hurt along the edge, she did not change her complexion, and even stretched out her arms to wrap around Xie Wuyu's neck:

"The cat didn't intend to steal fish, but this owner forced it, what do you say?"

Xie Wuyu probed his hand to clasp Chu Yanjiao's good chin, he leaned his head closer, less than three inches away from the tip of his nose dyed with peach blossoms, and his snort was entangled, but his eyes were extremely clear:

"It's you unintentionally, it's you when you're forced, it's you who is frivolous, it's you who steal—"

Xie Wuyu chuckled, he leaned closer, grinding the red lips, and went down, inch by inch, causing the delicate child to tremble.

The wine was splashed again, staining the fragrance on his shoulder, Chu Yan grabbed the back of his neck, swallowed the clear moonlight with his eyes, and couldn't spit out the light.

But Xie Wufu could not stop in front of the lowest layer of her cloth, then raised his head, hooked his fingertips, and violently ripped open the layer of blue yarn on Chu Yan's body that couldn't hide much-

The eye is a stunning white, only the scarlet duck and the pocket can cover the body of Chu Rouge.

Xie Wuyu didn't have half a bit of wind in his eyes, he grabbed the jade bone of the fragrant shoulder with one palm, turned it over, and looked at Chu Yan's back three inches down.

He gently stroked the place, his expression gradually condensed, and then let go of Chu Yan, let it slide to the ground, and leaned back against the screen behind him, gently smoothing the folds on his clothes.

"Miss Chu Yan?"

He muttered in a low voice, then sneered, and lifted his eyelids to look at the man on the ground:

"When did this Yunxi's Guangping Mansion plant such a begonia flower?"

Chu Yan's expression remained unchanged for half a minute, she lifted the broken hair in her ears, slowly and methodically put the light yarn back on her body, and then raised her eyes, how delicate she was:

"If he is really a master on the battlefield, he is so reckless that it makes the slave family hurt."