"Oh?" Xuan Po was surprised, "What memories does it evoke in you?" ”

The woman smiled bitterly and said, "Sad memories are unbearable to look back on." The same smile, but the smile made the Xuan Po feel relaxed and forgetful, but the wry smile made him panic, as if the woman's sad memories were shared with him.

Xuan Po looked at the charming appearance of the woman with her eyebrows lowered and meditated, and she couldn't help but feel like an ape and get carried away.

The two of them were silent for a long time in the quiet and pure white moonlight. The moon peeped at the two of them behind a thin cloud, but her eyes widened and she peeked blatantly. However, who knows that a woman's mind is more ambiguous than the moon, but it is still bold?

The woman first broke the silence between the two and asked Xuanpo: "Do you know that there is "Zhaonan and Wild Dead Moose" in the Book of Songs, but do you know that there is another poem in the Book of Songs called "Qi Feng Oriental Day"? ”

Xuan Po sighed in her heart, could it be that this woman has doubted the poem I recited? She knows that I was sent here by your Taoist priest to be bait? She's going to deliberately write another poem to expose my old roots. If I could, she wouldn't have doubted; If I didn't, she'd know I'd be cheating. Oh, that's a good thing! Why didn't your Taoist priest help me think about these emergencies?

Although his heart was in a mess, his face did not change, and he still had an illusory and real smile like moonlight. He felt the smile squeeze his muscles.

Xuan Po thought: Am I showing my stuffing somewhere? Alerted her? What would she do with me if she knew I was faking? Did the beautiful face in front of him immediately turn into a demon-like terrifying appearance? Did you bite me on the neck with your mouth and suck my blood, or did you suffocate me with your fingers?

Thinking about it like this, Xuan Po unconsciously glanced at the woman's sexy lips and fingers like green onions, and her heart thumped. His fear subsided, and he was greeted with hope and joy.

No wonder the ancient proverb says that "heroes are sad to pass the beauty pass", not to mention that my wife is not as good as a hero, and I can't pass the pass of the beauty in front of me. Xuan Po thought.

He was expecting that lip or finger to come close to his skin. He had even closed his eyes, waiting for that moment to come.

The woman must not have thought of the many changes in the mind of the chosen woman at this moment. She muttered to herself:

"The sun in the East. The son of the other is in my room. In my room, I am in my room.

The moon in the east. The son of the other is in my place. In my, I am shy. ”

After chanting, she stared blankly at the quiet moonlight, as if she was still immersed in it, and she couldn't return to real life for a while.

"What do you mean?" Xuan Po listened to it in a fog and asked casually. But as soon as the words came out, I regretted it, isn't this revealing? Even if I forgot this song "Qifeng Oriental Day" under the pretext of having a bad memory, although it was not exposed, it was ugly.

The woman smiled, "I thought you were familiar with the Book of Songs." ”

Xuan Po hurriedly said: "Because I like the previous poem very much, I remember it clearly." It's not that I haven't read the poem you just said, but I have a relatively shallow memory. This lie can be pierced like window paper, and it is only necessary to see if the listener is willing to pierce this layer of paper.

The woman paced behind the Xuan Po and said, "This poem is about a woman from the Qi country who is in love with a man, who takes the initiative to come to his house to make love with him, and is inseparable from him from day to night. Hearing this, Xuan's heart was like a piece of pig's fur, which was both hot and comfortable and hairy and itchy. He didn't dare to turn to look at the woman's expression, to see if there was some message in her eyes that he was expecting.

The woman continued: "This poem is inspired by a man's voice, and writes about the passion of a woman, not her lust, but the eagerness of love." The man is good, he can stand the warmth of his lover, although he is greedy, he knows how to respect her emotions, and he doesn't think that her embracing is frivolous. When the woman finished, she paused for a while, waiting for the mother-in-law's response.

But after choosing a woman, she realized it later, and waited for the woman to continue talking, and waited for a long time to see no movement before reacting.

"Hmm." Xuan Po nodded. Again, this short answer.

"Hmm, what?" The woman asked.

The woman turned her head sideways to secretly look at the woman, and the woman also happened to turn her head sideways. Xuan Po saw a shockingly beautiful face, her cloud-like hair hanging down, and that face hid behind the clouds like the moon, trying to hide it. She felt that her heart was going to jump out of her heart.

"Well, you're right." Xuan Po said. He looked up again at the laurel tree in the moon.

"Where's right?" The woman asked. Xuan Po heard her rustling footsteps and didn't know if she was approaching or walking away from him. A light breeze blew, blowing from the woman to himself, and he smelled a good smell of hair, like the fragrance of the lush green grass above the spring earth, which was different from the fragrance of flowers.

Xuanpo told me afterwards that at that moment, he felt that his nose was hooked by the good smell, and pulled his nose to lean against her hair, and wanted to use the tip of his nose to get close to her wisps.

I immediately thought of the aroma that Chen Shaojin smelled in Jiang Shi's "house". If it weren't for the strange aroma in Jiang Shi's "house", Chen Shaojin might have been able to restrain himself from entering Jiang Shi's bedroom, where he met for the first time.

"That's true everywhere. Hehe. Xuan Pohan smiled, "I think what you said is very good and right." "At this time, where does the woman still think about what she says, where is what she says right, and what is wrong? His head at this time is full of ** touching her hair. At this time, he was like a gluttonous fish, lingering around the hunched bait. He faintly felt that there were hooks and thorns in the scented bait, and he couldn't stop it.

"You think I'm all right?" The woman asked.

"Well," replied the mother-in-law, "yes, yes." ”

"Then why don't you do it?" The woman asked.

"Do what?" The wife is puzzled. He felt that the woman's words were as vague and unpredictable as the moonlight. It was hazy, so that he could see the mountains opposite as if they were separated by a veil.

"Take me back to your home." The woman said quietly. The moonlight suddenly brightened.

Xuan Po was so happy that he almost jumped up, and he saw the back of the mountain on the opposite side dancing like a wave, which was very beautiful......

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