The night is dark, and the lights are not extinguished.

When the door closed, the Confucian student turned over, and his breathing soon became heavy, and before long, he began to snore.

Xu Jianglou and Zhang San glanced at each other, and the two of them pricked up their ears at the same time, only to hear the very light footsteps coming from the door, but they were gradually moving away, thinking that the woman was still observing the Confucian direction after leaving.

Soon, the Confucian scholar who had been snoring suddenly stopped, turned over and sat up, naked and naked, and walked quickly to the door to listen.

From the angle of the screen, you can see that Confucius is sideways, very strong, and the two body shapes that are completely different from when wearing clothes, the two people behind the screen are holding the breathing screen tightly, and they dare not leak a little.

Confucius seemed to be sure of safety, quickly turned around, walked to the bookshelf on the east wall, took out a few books in a grid in the middle of the left side, and then reached in and knocked a few times, and there was an empty sound.

"Squeak!" Then there was a soft sound, and a small door opened under the bookshelf.

Xu Jianglou and Zhang San's eyes widened again, it is not uncommon for a rich and noble family to have a secret room, not to mention the mansion of a court official, it is strange that a girl who is hired from inside that small door actually comes out.

This girl is about twenty years old, she looks a few years younger than Xu Jianglou, she is dressed in a smoky green palace dress, covered with a thin layer of silver yarn, her face is slightly powdered, half of her black hair hangs down to her slender waist, half of her hair is chic and cloudy, her fox face is clean and bright, and she looks very beautiful under the lamp, although it is not as beautiful as Zhang San has seen before, but it is undoubtedly ten thousand times stronger than the woman who has just been.

Zhang San realized in his heart, no wonder this fake governor was hitched for a while, snoring for a while, pretending to be so energetic, and changed himself, that is also a dumpling and not drinking porridge.

As soon as the girl stood up, Confucian Sheng hugged her like a monkey, and her old face was full of love.

"Master, you still know that people are waiting for you. The girl leaned into Confucian Sheng's arms and became coquettish.

The voice was the woman who opened the door and chanted poetry before.

Confucius moved to the bed while hugging the girl, and coaxed: "At that time, you will know as soon as you recite the poem, but the Hedong Lion watched it too closely, and there was no way, so it was delayed for half a day." ”

"Hmph, I'll be chanting poetry every day from now on. The girl shook her words three times, rubbing the Confucian soul behind her, grinning, and smiling constantly.

"If you want to chant poetry, my apricot poetry is the best. As he spoke, Confucius had already taken off the apricot girl's silver shawl, and his big hand cupped his chest through his clothes.

Zhang San's heart jumped, knowing that the main drama was coming, and he looked at it with good eyes.

Xu Jianglou has never seen this in his life, he used to go to the rivers and lakes, and there were times when he came to the house at night, but he avoided it, and he never had the situation that he couldn't dodge today.

I was shy and didn't want to see it, but I saw that Zhang San was so engrossed, he didn't care about himself at all, and he couldn't help but poke out his eyes curiously, only one heart was always beating, and he had to press it to prevent being heard.

The apricot girl was rubbed by Confucius and stumbled, and the two of them had just reached the bedside, and Confucius helped and dragged them, and both of them fell on the bed, but Xing'er sat on Confucius's lap horizontally.

"Isn't that nice?" Xing'er snuggled into Confucianism's arms like a cat, her handsome face rubbed against the Confucian's black stubble, and Zhang San felt panicked when she looked at it.

"Of course, what did you just chant about?"

"The night is as cool as water. Xing'er repeated, I have to say, this voice is really a little tactful, but slightly depressed, not as refreshing as before.

Confucian Dale: "Yes, the night of the heavenly steps is as cold as water, and the master touches your leg tonight." ”

The old man spoke with movements, and Xing'er immediately writhed in Confucius's arms like a snake.

"Master, you're fooling, this isn't a leg..."Xing'er Yun sideburns shook, her mouth half panting and half moaning.

"Isn't it a leg?" The Confucian speech was triumphant, full of the pleasure of conquest, and he was like the only one who had faced the woman before.

"Master, you are bad!" Xing'er's two jade arms wrapped around Confucius's neck, and her head was hidden on Confucius's shoulders, as for the hinterland of the Central Plains below her arm, it was all sold.

Confucian looked greedy, it was absolutely impossible to miss this flower, and the ten fingers in his hand turned into thousands of troops, from the Two Realms Mountain to the Yumen Pass.

Forget about the invasion, but everywhere you go, you have to ask where Xing'er is, this is obviously to take the territory and slaughter the city, Shi can not be killed, Xing'er girl is ambitious, and she categorically refuses to answer, even if you pick up your clothes.

Really picked up, Zhang San only saw the side behind the screen, the two bodies of Apricot and Confucian were black and white, just like two white lotus roots were born on the roots of old trees, and the white lotus roots were also tied with red lings, Zhang San had seen it at his wife, it was a silk sunset red belly pocket.

When the picture was poor, Xing'er lost her shyness, took out the posture of fighting against the water, and actually turned defense into offense, withdrew her silk wrapping hand, shook off her red belly pocket, and pushed Confucius down.

Seeing that Xiao Xing'er pushed down the governor of one side and opened his mind through the ages, it was time for him to fight hand-to-hand, and when he was really swordsman, he couldn't help but grunt and swallowed saliva, but luckily no one paid attention.

This kind of confrontation, for Confucianism and Xing'er, is obviously not the first time to practice, there is a tacit understanding, Xing'er slender waist is half straight, half a foot in the air, leaving a flaw under the body, and then pressing down a thousand catties of pendant, Confucianism has already identified the void, knows where the birth gate is, and ambushed a bright silver gun in advance.

The soldiers entered the city alone, but for a moment, Xing'er covered her mouth with her hand and let out a muffled snort.

This sound seemed to hum in Xu Jianglou's heart, her face suddenly seemed to be congested, her heart beat and drummed, and she saw a lot of fighting, killing, and killing, that is, the two people on the bed died here, and the room was full of blood, and Xu Jianglou was not so nervous.

The last time I watched Zhang San participate in the light qualifiers and win the championship, the nervousness was not as good as it is now, and it was also two completely different feelings.

I panicked, I wanted to disappear on the spot, but I couldn't disappear, my whole body was a little tight, my body was a little uncontrollable, and there was some coldness between my legs, which was not a feeling for outsiders.

Quietly looked up at Zhang San, Zhang San was still so concentrated, with a pious face, like a child who found a novelty, and like a teenager who stole a teacher to learn art, Xu Jianglou didn't feel obscene, but felt a little good-looking, she didn't look at Zhang San too carefully before.

At this time, after taking a closer look at it so closely, she found that Zhang San actually looked a little like Wang Yangming, except for the obvious difference in his eyes, everything else looked a little similar, but Zhang San looked a little immature.

Thinking of Wang Yangming, his face turned even redder, and his two long legs were clamped tighter.

The waves splashed high, the tide rose and fell all over the room in the spring breeze, the small screen could not block the wind and rain, the tactful cry was in the ears, every move was everywhere, Zhang San and Xu Jianglou peeked at people and ate a night snack full of color and flavor, one thirsty, one greedy, but no one was embarrassed to say.

Xu Jianglou felt that his underwear was soaked, and he didn't know if it was sweat or what, he couldn't stand, he couldn't squat, and every time he moved, he would rub against Zhang San, and he was even more uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the fake governor is no better than the real dragon king, and when he finally returns to the boat at night, after landing, Confucian Sheng pulled the small door of the bookshelf and sent away the reluctant Xing'er, and turned back to the bed.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Xu Jianglou arched Zhang San with his elbow to look out the window, meaning that it was time to go.