"What if you haven't read a book? It's enough for our family to have Shuyue and Xiaoyi, so you can stay by my side safely. ”

Zhao Qing felt the intermittent faint snort in his ears and comforted him in a low voice.

Gu Qinghuan's eyes trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a warm current in her heart, wanting to melt her whole person into a ball of honey.

She rarely showed a girlish naughtiness and coquettishness, and whispered in her master's ear: "Stay by the master's side...... Do what? ”

Well?

Zhao Qing chuckled and looked sideways, looking at the woman's eyes full of agility.

It's a little red and swollen, but it seems to be able to speak, flashing frivolous and playful.

He had never seen Qing Huan's posture, but it was also blessed to his heart, and he instantly caught a trace of joy hidden in Qing Huan's heart.

The powerful palm like an iron flail clasped Qing Huanhao's wrist, making his hands folded and raised above his head, and the messy shoulder sleeves slipped off, revealing the white and delicate fragrant shoulders.

Gu Qinghuan felt a tingling pain in her wrist, and the frivolity between her eyebrows and eyes was a little heavier, she smiled and looked at the man, and swallowed her saliva gently.

The fair-skinned and slender jade neck undulated, contrasting with the soft contour bones.

The ingenious phoenix eyes were a little red and swollen, and a lot of bloodshot could be seen, but the smile in them had already overflowed into the eyes.

The two delicate lotus arms were raised above her head, and the woman leaned over with difficulty, biting her ear and saying, "Does the master like Qinghuan to be a medicine slave?" ”

"Kneel beside you."

"Orders forbidden."

"No dignity."

She smiled: "Qing Huan will be a medicine slave for you for a lifetime." ”

Zhao Qing looked at the enchanting woman in front of him, feeling a little strange, but extremely familiar.

They have been cuddling and sleeping with each other for many years.

However, Qing Huan didn't have so many words before, and most of the time he was soft and weak as a spectator......

Si He's laughter came from his mind: "Qinghuan is full of firepower, you are in danger." ”

However, Zhao Qing didn't feel that he was in danger, but pinched the sweat for Shuyue.

He hooked Qinghuan's jaw with his slightly curled index finger, making his sad face look up.

The eyes that were red just now, the moist and tender red lips, and the hair around her ears were a little messy, and she tensed her delicate figure...... The red lips smiled slightly.

Like a madman.

A completely crazy woman.

However, it was this tear-stained smile with bloodshot pupils that was deeply impressed in Zhao Qing's mind.

She really doesn't have much to do.

Born lowly, his cultivation talent is also extremely poor, and he can only do some mundane music and dance in his early years, even if he knows a lot of dancao knowledge...... That's what she gnawed out of the scriptures bit by bit.

Rote memorization doesn't deserve talent, but she's used to it.

There are many poor people in the world like carp crossing the river, and it is not so rare for a good-hearted woman to be a little miscellaneous worker who is familiar with dancao...... Each Danzong has raised hundreds of thousands.

But Gu Qinghuan has only one.

Zhao Qing even felt that Qing Huan was like a poisonous snake, impartially injecting venom into the depths of his heart.

Indeed, this is the medicine slave who guarded the Dan room back then.

She's lowly.

It's just that Zhao Qing has been pinched to death, and he feels that his emotions are all pulled by Qing Huan.

…… She's just crazy.

Zhao Qing sank into the ridiculous and humble words of the woman, pressing her head and hands to kiss her, even if Qing Huan hid the poison in his mouth...... It's also sweet.

·

The moonlight enters the Star Tower.

The front yard was lit up with fire, illuminating the entire manor.

The formation patterns on the martial arts arena are intricate, and the spirit gathering array attracts spiritual energy, making the spiritual fire more vigorous.

This is the Primal Fire Array that Xiaoyi has recently burned, and it is of little effect...... It is only a formation in the Qi training stage.

Zhao Qing should have used his fire trick to start the fire, but he was obviously entangled in the bedroom by Qing Huan, and he couldn't get out at the moment.

The bleak night breeze in late autumn shook the tongue of fire, and the shadows on the martial arts arena twisted and jumped...... It was pulled by the firelight for a long, long time.

Shuyue pillowed on her aunt's slender waist, curled her legs and waited for her husband and Qinghuan to roast the lamb together.

She played with the soft sword in her hand, but her mind had already flown to the bedroom in the backyard.

"I haven't heard Qing Huan say so much yet...... she muttered to herself.

Zhou Xiaoyi sighed slightly, and fiddled with the sari boredly: "It's good to be like this, it's always stuffy and silent, it will affect your mood." ”

"Hmmm......"

Shuyue chatted casually in a low voice.

"I feel that Qinghuan is a little different."

A smile flashed in her bright eyes, and she glanced at her aunt: "Zhao Qing seems to prefer such a humble and frivolous posture." ”

Is that so?

Xiao Yi shook her head and took Shuyue's soft sword to play, the sharp blade was distorted and bewitching under the light of the fire.

"What he loves is Qinghuan, no matter what posture it is."

Shuyue thought about it and said fiercely: "Kill Qinghuan tonight!" ”

"At least let her drink a jar of spirits to herself!"

The aunt pouted: "Why do you want to help her?" ”

Shuyue: ......

"It's rare to vent your emotions."

Zhou Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes fanned, and they were full of smiles: "Qinghuan is so ruthless, at least three altars are needed." ”

Three altars!?

The spirits of the Northern Desert, the three altars are afraid that ordinary strong men are drunk to death, and more than ten catties of muddy soup ...... Can Qing Huan bear it?

Shuyue frowned and said, "Could it be too much?" ”

"Not much." Auntie chuckled.

……

In the backyard bedroom, Zhao Qing affectionately caressed the willow waist in his arms: "Hear it, Xiaoyi wants to fill you with three altars." ”

Gu Qinghuan nodded with a smile and said softly, "Swallow it." ”

"I was poured wine by the two of them, and the ten jars were swallowed."

Zhao Qing looked at the woman's eyes and laughed in a low voice: "Xiaoyi heard this, I'm afraid you're going to get drunk tonight." ”

"Huh?"

The woman looked up and smiled: "It would be better if I could get drunk and die in the arms of my master." ”

She thought for a moment, and her eyebrows flashed: "No, it should be drunk at the feet of the master." ”

Syllable!

The woman left a bright red palm print on her waist as punishment.

Gu Qinghuan didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, she raised her slender hand to comb the hair stained on her lips: "Shuyue and Xiaoyi are still waiting for the master." ”

What do you mean by waiting for me?

"Won't I wait for you?"

Gu Qing smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Qing helped her tidy up her plain skirt and said softly: "If you want to say anything in the future, just say it directly and chat with Shuyue more." ”

"Good ......," the woman's voice was very weak.

She groaned slightly, then clasped the man's wrist behind her hand and whispered.

"Qing Huan thought he could bear it."

"Just by the master's side, you will know that you are enough."

"But I always feel that it is not enough, Qinghuan gives too little to the master, and I also want the master to spoil more, and ...... more"

Zhao Qing rubbed the woman's forehead: "That's enough now?" ”

Gu Qinghuan chuckled, and whispered to the man: "Not enough." ”

"To be the master's medicine slave for life, even if Qinghuan turns into ashes and becomes dry bones, I feel that the master is too little favored."

The woman's eyes flashed with spring and smiled.

"Qing Huan and Xiao Yi Shuyue are different, Qing Huan is greedy."

"Twelve hours a day, thousands of years and thousands of years have guarded the master...... Nor contentment. ”

Zhao Qing pinched her small ears: "That's really greedy." ”

·

The firelight flickered, distorting the shadow of the moon.

The woman's water sleeves are tied around her waist at will, like ink and green silk, which is extremely messy.

Xiaoyi's smile in front of her was a little hazy, and the incense steak handed by Shuyue swayed.

The night wind and spiritual fire in his ears roared and whined.

Gu Qinghuan felt like a fish about to dry up, and he couldn't bear the scorching light of the fire in front of him.

But the man's embrace was so warm that it was even hotter than fire in her senses......

Buzzing in my ears.

A disgusting spicy smell filled the tip of her nose, and streams of wine rushed upstream, only to be forcibly swallowed by her.

"It's too little~ Master, this wine has no taste." The fluttering words came out, and there was endless contempt and unwillingness.

Splitting headaches.

The aura could easily eliminate this torture, but she didn't do so, and even stopped the operation of the Blue Dragon Blood Codex.

How good is it to be drunk and dream of dying...... At least stay by the master's side.

The gentle and beautiful face of the past was now flushed with an unnatural ruddyness, and the vermilion lipstick was washed by the turbid wine, mixed with the night breeze poured into the throat.

Zhao Qing hugged the woman in his arms tightly, sighed softly and took the unopened mud sealed wine jar from Shuyue's side and put it in front of Qing Huan.

This is already the fourth altar.

Even if Qing Huan was a monk who was about to build a foundation, it was difficult to bear this kind of drunkenness, and even his divine consciousness was no longer clear.

However, Zhao Qing did not mean to stop Qing Huan, but kept feeding her......

After the big deal, he used his spiritual power to help her eliminate these turbid soups, as a man, Zhao Qing knew very well the state when he was drunk...... Qing Huan let her drink if she wanted to.

Gu Qinghuan's phoenix eyes were hazy, and her pink lips pulled out a smile.

"The host ......"

She spoke of the voracious devouring of the wine jar.

The strong and pungent drink poured into her nose and mouth, and only in this way could she feel comfortable and relaxed.

Her eyes were closed, and she felt the turbulence in her abdomen.

A large amount of wine choked into the airway, and she didn't pay attention to it, her consciousness gradually became confused, and the man's face blended with the bright moon of the autumn night.

……

"Ahem, ahem!"

"Purr ......"

"Boat!"

"Boat!"

"There's a boat!"

The ear canal was filled with river water, and the heat surged in her nasal cavity, and the little girl clung to her sister's clothes, and was carried by the water and did not know where to go.

The roars and shouts of the victims in her ears were extremely faint, and Gu Qinghuan, who was only five years old, turned pale, and she felt that she was deaf...... It's good not to starve.

You can still eat honey when you are deaf, but you really can't eat anything when you die.

Her slender arms were dragged by her sister, her petite body fluttered helplessly in the water, and she even forgot to shut up and let the muddy water wash her nose and mouth.

In the autumn of Dinghai, it rained heavily in Tianshui County for seven days and seven nights.

The Lanjiang River overflows and bursts the embankment, and the embankment in Jiaoping County is as thin and crisp as paper in front of the big water.

It's night.

The raging rivers rolled upside down, washed away houses, swept countless fleeing victims into the mud flood, and in the muddy water floated beams and pillars, floating piles of mud and rocks, and floating countless stumps and broken arms.

Fortunately, Gu Qinghuan and her sister had no fixed place to live, and they were not directly stoned to death by the toppled house.

The girl cried out, her mouth filled with mud, and she felt like she was going to suffocate......

"Don't scream!"

The sister tugged at her hair roughly, and the two of them squeezed onto a broken ship.

It was hard for her to hear the conversations clearly, only that her sister was pleading......

My sister's clothes were torn apart, and the men covered in mud dragged her into the cabin – the price of getting on board.

It's just that Gu Qinghuan didn't see the scene where her sister was bullied.

Because she was thrown directly into the mud by men.

At that moment, there wouldn't be any more useless people left on the ship, and she happened to be useless......

In my sister's words, the little can't do anything except call.

Gu Qinghuan struggled in the mudflow, and she opened her eyes for the first time under the murky water.

The imaginary darkness did not come as expected, and she could still see, except that her eyes were mixed with mud and sand, but the wooden beams that were slanted by the ropes were clearly visible.

The girl is not water-sensitive, but fortunately there are ropes on the wooden beams.

She felt that her body was full of muddy water, and the extreme feeling of suffocation made her panic.

Gu Qinghuan struggled to pupa and wanted to stand on the wooden beam for help, but she was so light that she couldn't struggle even if she held the rope, but was covered with blood marks by the heavy water and rubble.

She's going to die.

It's really going to die......

Gu Qinghuan closed his eyes, swallowed two mouthfuls of mud, and lost consciousness.

……

When the sound came to my ears again, it was still the sound of water.

But after the sound of water, she felt the delicate velvet towel, wiping her body.

"Ahem......"

Gu Qinghuan leaned over in an instant and spit out a large amount of fishy muddy water, which was stained with blood.

Syllable!

There was a hot pain on the little face.

My sister's slap came as scheduled, and the woman scolded: "I lost you if I knew it,." ”

It turned out that he was not deaf or blind.

She saw her sister smiling at people, carefully cleaning up the mess.

It was a silk shop, and the lord of the county town hired good men to support the fleet to pick up the good materials from the cloth house.

It was my sister who went back to save herself, and managed to board Buzhuang's boat.

Since then, she Gu Qinghuan has been in the inverted room of Buzhuang, accompanying her sister to be a female celebrity.

Occasionally, when a merchant wanted to mend clothes, her sister would teach her how to thread the needle.

At that time, the two of them had nothing, and my sister said that when she had saved up the money, she would rent a small house first, and she couldn't always live in other people's cloth villages.

I also want her to study in Heyang County, and marry a good family in Heyang County in the future, so that my sister can enjoy happiness with her.

During that time, although he had a miserable life, he was also very satisfied with Gu Qinghuan, who had died once.

At least you can eat, right?

My sister didn't save the money in the end, but she sewed a puppet for her with the remaining velvet satin, which was crooked but also very gratifying.

She hugged and played with it all day......

It wasn't until the following year that the business of the cloth village was so bad that the sisters were kicked out.

At that time, Gu Qinghuan realized that he and his sister were so lowly.

My sister has hands and feet, but there is no shop to take them in.

Even if you marry a farmer who is about to die, people will dislike it.

Soon, they couldn't eat.

Gu Qinghuan's hungry stomach growled, but she didn't say it again, and during the year she was in Buzhuang, her sister taught her to be silent with a slap.

"Why don't they let you work?"

She was very puzzled, her sister was born so beautiful, those shops didn't want her, and even the old men in the villages and towns disliked her......

At that time, Li Qingci was not very old, not yet twenty.

She looked at her sallow sister and chuckled, "God is like this, bullying people." ”

"We are refugees, we are refugees, we are refugees, Qinghuan."

"You have to marry a good family in the future, and you can't work without a hometown."

"Everyone knows that there is a big flood in Jiaoping County, and the displaced people have no family and no worries...... Will steal and rob. ”

"They didn't dare take it in."

Gu Qinghuan's eyes widened: "But let's not steal or rob!" ”

"Phew!"

"How can the old lady feed you if she doesn't steal or rob!"

……

Heyang County, drunken flower residence.

There is one more prostitute named Gu Qingci.

She beat and scolded her sister every day, forcing her to memorize music in the stable.

But how can a girl who hasn't even read a book recognize the score?

The woman smiled, "Then I don't care." ”

If you can't remember, you can whip it with wicker and ...... slowly. Gu Qinghuan really played a good song.

The woman hung her with hemp rope, twisted her body wantonly, and taught her to dance.

Occasionally, when there were no guests, my sister would hold her to look at the stars under the moon and sing a little song to her.

"As soon as a woman marries, her fate is decided."

"You have to marry a good man, if you can't get married, you can sell yourself in Drunken Flower House."

Gu Qinghuan's little face was indignant, and he said with a stalk around his neck: "There must be a man?" ”

"Definitely."

The girl who was still very young was slapped, and she said: "I don't want to, I want to practice martial arts, and I don't want to marry." ”

My sister said softly, "Gu Qinghuan, you will understand." ”

……

The firelight in front of him opened his teeth and claws.

Gu Qinghuan was drunk and smoked, and picked up a jar of turbid wine.

She now knows that her sister never missed ......

In the haze, she saw the concerned gaze of her master, and saw the bright moon behind her master.

Back then, in Zuihuaju, my sister held her and sang a little song like this.

"How is the night, the night is not young~ the light of the court is ......"

"The rain falls on the sycamore, and the night is not yang ~ lonely wine and cold banana ......"

She hummed softly, smiled coquettishly, and walked the road that Li Qingci had not finished.

The night is not young, and the moon is clear and frosty.

The cup is shaking, and the turbid wine is broken.