Chapter 106 Master in distress five

I had to change the underwear sent by the doctor with a stuffy and painful feeling, without a trouser belt, and still tied a dark azure tassel sweat towel, and poured it on the fragrant flower pillow. Rainbow Literature %Net

Pulling through the brocade quilt that had been arranged, he gradually breathed smoothly, and the bones relaxed, drowsy. The slowly closing amber eyes opened suddenly. The candle flickered on the table.

Canghai stared at the beads of his eyes for a while, and his eyes were sleepy, and his consciousness was hazy.

Li Tang, a painter of the Song Dynasty, was good at landscape figures. Landscape painting changes the method of Jing and Fan, with steep brush and ink, writing the mountains and rivers majestic, creating a big axe in his later years, the painted mountains and rocks are hard, and the momentum is broad.

Hanging such a four-foot landscape in the hall, the owner's mind is indeed not small, but it is so magnificent and serious, but the inscription is the word "painting hall", if it refers to the name of the painting, it can be regarded as the theme of the situation.

The two female envoys in red were kneeling outside the painting hall, one was playful and smart, and the other was iceberg beautiful, both with low eyebrows and bowed their heads. There is a beautiful woman in the painting hall, wearing a faded red shirt and a warbler yellow skirt, charming and noble, like a peony with dew. The beauty kneeled against the wall opposite the plaque in the painting hall, and gently lowered the pale green grass mat with the same area as the floor with one hand.

A small table was moved behind the beauty.

The beauty exhaled deeply. Such as a silk glamorous eye, the female envoy outside the hall lightly teased.

Three watches in the middle of the night.

The fragrance of flowers and the coolness of mint come and go, suddenly like a wave, and then higher than a wave. If the body and mind ride a pole, swaying, drifting on the sea. Listening to the sound of the waves, fluttering without roots, and curling Nana, it seems to be a void at first glance. Straight to the top of the clouds, it is more like falling into the fog, looking at the flowers and drunken eyes. Incense on the mouth and nose, sleep peacefully. It was indescribably comfortable, unexplained satisfaction.

The candlelight on the table was faint, and outside the window reflected by the branches, a black shadow overlapped it, at first faintly ink, and then gradually thickened. The black shadow stopped outside the window for a moment, and suddenly a slender bamboo pipe "poof" penetrated the window paper next to the bed, the black shadow swayed, and a wisp of strong fragrance flickered and blew into the room along the bamboo pipe, ethereal and scattered.

More cigarettes seemed to float into the bed, and the pillow filled with a hundred flowers and a shadow veil slept a young man with a clear appearance, and a Lingyun aura between his eyebrows penetrated the roof, turning into a white light straight bullfighting, dignified and solemn, which was awe-inspiring.

The forehead covered by the sea was slightly red and swollen, and there was a handful of smoke under the head.

The smoke cleared, and the dark shadow opened the window and jumped into the room, landing silently. It was a tall, lanky man in a black cloak, with a hood and a black scarf covering his face, and a pair of pitch-black boots on his feet. The black shadow man stood silently in front of the bed for a long time, listening to the breath of sleep as if it was deep, and then slowly approached.

The hilt of a blue-sheathed sword was exposed under the pillow, and the shadow man reached out to his cheek, asleep. But he still bent down, gently pulled out the blade of the sword inch by inch, held it in front of the lamp and looked at it, the faint cold air hit his face, the sword light was like water, and the hair could be broken, it was indeed a sharp weapon of the sword.

The black shadow man held the sword and slashed, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, and approached the bed, and when a sword stood at the place of the sword, a sword flower twisted and pulled, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at the center of the eyebrows.

"Huh-"

The dragon's moans echoed pleasantly.

Xu is cold to the bone, frowned unconsciously, and still didn't wake up.

The tip of Xue Liang's sword stopped for a long time two inches from the center of his eyebrows, and then moved to his left cheek, as if immediately, the tip of the sword wandered away again, pausing in the neck.

Chapter 106 The Son is in distress five

Chapter 106 The Son is in distress five