The eighth year of the Republic of China, winter.

The world is not peaceful, and people are panicked after a Jin'an war, so even the Jinzhou Overseer's Mansion is locked before it gets dark.

There is a hot water pipe boiling in Taoran Pavilion, a few pots of daffodils are waiting to be released, and the room is fragrant and pleasant.

Today is Gu Luzhang's 18th birthday, and after she bathed, she nested on the chaise longue with half-dried green silk, holding a book with a yellowed cover in her hand.

It was warm in the room, and she wore only white snow-satin pajamas. The pajamas were made very close-fitting and outlined her mature undulating curves, which was really graceful.

At this time, her face was like a peach blossom, and her beautiful blue eyes were dyed with a melting pink light.

Throwing the book in his hand, the open page was like a picture of a pair of goblins fighting without clothes. The calligrapher's painting is exquisite, and even the expressions on the faces of men and women are vividly painted, and there are also beautiful poems next to it: "The wine is getting stronger and stronger, and the mandarin duck is turned into a red wave".

Even if she is a girl who has no experience, she can't help but feel the spring tide when she sees such a hot picture, and she is emotional.

At this time, the north wind was howling outside, and it was already dark, and it was a good time to steal people.

It's a pity that the beauty Shaohua is just right, but there is no young man who dares to steal incense and jade.

"Alas!" A sigh came out of his pink mouth, and then he stared at Yingluo on the lampshade in a daze.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, the sound of talking, and the sound of military boots on terrazzo ground.

Gu Luzhang sat up excitedly, she looked left and right, stretched out her hand to rub her hair, pulled the strap of her clothes loose, and lay down in the graceful posture that she had just studied with a book.

As soon as I closed my eyes and remembered the book, I hurriedly took it and hid it under the pillow.

When she was done with all this, a layer of fine sweat appeared on her head, and her heart was pounding in her cavity, like a rabbit in her arms.

Her eyes were closed, but her ears were intently listening to the sounds outside.

She heard the girl Bibo say, "Second master, the young lady is in the warm pavilion." ”

He mumbled heavily, but he couldn't hear the speaker's emotions.

She was slightly disappointed, but her face burned at the thought that she would see him soon.

The footsteps reached the door, paused slightly, and then squeaked, and the door was pushed open and the man walked in.

She lay on the couch, her eyes closed tightly, but she didn't know that her eyelashes were fanning disobediently, like two black butterflies about to fly up to meet the man.

The footsteps stopped before she collapsed, and she smelled the mixture of gunsmoke, leather, and tobacco, some familiar and some unfamiliar, which made her heart tense for a while.

"Tao Tao." The man whispered her nickname, and the faint voice was magnetic.

Sweetness came to his throat, and Gu Luzhang almost couldn't help but open his eyes.

Seeing that she was still pretending to be asleep, the man's big hand pinched her delicate little nose.

The faint smell of tobacco invaded his nose, Gu Luzhang's heart fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The man in front of him was wearing a military uniform and standing tall, his gestures were all upright and chic, his handsome face was illuminated by Western-style electric lights, and he was also the sharp coldness of a soldier, only looking at Gu Luzhang's deep eyes, full of tenderness.

She rubbed her eyes, pretending to be sleepy-eyed, "Why are you here?" ”

The man's eyes followed her movements, and he saw a snow-white breast and a pale yellow belly pocket embroidered with daffodils.

His dark eyes sank, and he endured the heat and pulled the quilt for her.

She pursed her mouth, stretched a pair of snow-white wrists out of the quilt, and grabbed his hand.

Her moist eyes were wrapped in tears, and she said angrily: "Isn't the second master busy preparing for the marriage?" How can I have time to come to my place where I keep filial piety, and I am not afraid of adding bad luck! ”