Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

It was their third kiss after more than half a year, and Cangyu had already rehearsed it countless times in his dreams.

He fell for her gently touching her soft red lips as if attracted by magnetism.

He tossed and turned, squinting his eyes and seeing Qianyou responding actively, he tapped her with his tongue tentatively, and when he saw a gap, he accurately seized the opportunity to slip in, and took it forcefully, dancing with Qianyou's small tongue, until he felt Qianyou unable to breathe, and then he let her go when she collapsed.

Qian You's tearful eyes were blurred and misty, her little face was flushed, her lips were full and crystal clear because of what he was holding, and she looked at him infatuatedly.

"Tell me, I haven't seen you for half a year. How come your skills are so good? Did you practice with someone?"

The soft and tender whimpering sound carried a sour taste, and the little mouth pouted in response.

"Then practice again."

Cangyu's voice was hoarse, and he kissed Qianyou again with a smile.

This time it was even more fierce, bold and wild. He controlled the strength of his arms and held Qian You, wanting to integrate her into his body while taking care not to put pressure on her wounds.

Qian You's thin arms pushed his violently heaving chest, and he was able to leave those red lips. He buried his head in Qian You's shoulder, breathing suppressedly.

"Only you. I practice with you in my dreams every day. If I don't practice, I can't fall asleep."

The low voice was bewitching and vibrated Qianyou's heart.

The two of them were whispering affectionately in the house, and people tacitly agreed not to go near the main house, giving the two space to relax.

As Qianyou's elder, if his second uncle was in this yard, he would certainly not allow Cangyu to stay for so long.

However, at this moment he was too busy to take care of himself.

From the first time they met in the chaos that day, Xiao Hongyu could no longer take her eyes off Baili Ming.

In the past few days, she learned about the relationship between several people.

In her spare time, she pestered Qiao Mu and Qiao Nan to ask them about the past of their master, no matter how big or small the matter was, which made Qiao Mu move out of the yard and live in another house not far away.

Next came the people from Qianmai Palace.

She took the initiative to take on the responsibility of changing everyone's dressings. She asked everyone she met and learned about her senior brother's life over the years from their mouths.

Everyone knew that she was the Palace Master's junior sister, and they all responded politely and answered every question.

Baili Ming still didn't know how to respond to this sudden feeling. He tried to hide away every day, but was always found by Hongniangzi.

"Brother, why do you always hide from me? I have been looking for you for sixteen years. Do you still want me to continue looking for you?"

Xiao Hongyu was a little angry and depressed. She looked at the man who was avoiding her gaze and crossed her arms to block him.

"Hongyu, I, I'm not hiding from you."

Baili Ming was speechless due to embarrassment.

He didn't know what was wrong with him these days. Whenever he saw this little junior sister, his face would turn red and his heart would beat fast, so he had to avoid her.

"You're not hiding from me. Why can't you sit down and talk to me? We haven't seen each other for more than ten years. Have you ever thought about Master? Have you ever thought about Qianliu Mountain? Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Xiao Hongyu has a straightforward personality and doesn't understand why her senior brother always stays away from her.

"How could that be? Of course I have thought about it. The days in Qianliu Mountain were the most leisurely and comfortable time in my life, and I miss them very much. However, the bloody storm that followed has stained me, and I am no longer the Senior Brother Bai in your eyes."

Baili Ming couldn't help but feel depressed and a little embarrassed, as if the person closest to him had seen his ugly side.

"Is there any difference between you now and you back then?

Everyone will have the experience of growing up. Whether it is happiness and luck, or hardship and suffering, it will be injected into a person's growth process and add different colors to his appearance and temperament. This is human nature!

Everyone is born as a blank sheet of paper. Only as we grow bit by bit will we be marked with marks. Sometimes we cannot even choose the color.

My senior brother is Bai Ming, who has been in Qianliu Mountain for ten years, and Baili Ming, who has experienced seventeen years of wind, frost, snow and rain. Is there any difference?

Can you say that the you before has been completely eliminated from the you now? "

In Baili Ming's eyes, the sharp-tongued and eccentric little girl from Qianliu Mountain appeared again.

She chased after him every day and appeared anywhere he might be, sometimes making him very embarrassed, and he often felt helpless.

Once the floodgates of distant memories are opened, they can never be closed again.

Scenes of the two growing up together appeared before my eyes.

Practice martial arts together, play chess together, eat together...

He was dragged down the hill to do some shopping.

She loved eating candied haws, she loved squeezing in among the jugglers and asking them to lift her up, she loved teasing him mischievously, drawing a black face on him when he was sleeping, and being punished by her master, she loved dragging him along to kowtow to the clan master and his wife and the master during the New Year...

She was not afraid of the cold and wore a red dance dress even on a snowy day, while he played the piano and she danced.

On the snow-capped mountain top, her dancing skirt was spinning, and under the tree full of red plum blossoms, the scene was very beautiful.

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to suppress the surging thoughts.

"Brother, I finally found you, please don't leave me again, okay?"

It was a soft, somewhat aggrieved voice, very much like the whispers she made as a child every time she made a mistake.

At that time, he could never resist such voices, and he always stood in front of her and took the master's punishment for her.

He took a deep breath, as if he had used up all his strength, and gently uttered a word.

"it is good"!

She laughed happily and joyfully.

The clear and soulful voice surrounded his eardrums, destroying the dam that had been built with blood and tears over the years.

"Let me tell you about Qianliu Mountain, and what's happening with Master and the other brothers?"

Xiao Hongyu took his hand, dragged him into her yard and her room, and poured her a cup of hot tea.

He followed mechanically, picked up the teacup mechanically and brought it to his mouth. The scalding hot tea instantly numbed the tip of his tongue.

"It's hot. Drink it later."

He put down his teacup awkwardly, straightened his clothes and sat up straight, one arm resting on the table, his heart beating like a drum, his hands hidden in his sleeves clenched tightly.

"There hasn't been much change in Qianliu Mountain. The master goes on a long journey every year for about two or three months. Although he never tells me where he's going, I still know that he's looking for you, too."

Baili Ming was a little confused, and the middle-aged man in white clothes appeared in his eyes.

He was thin and vigorous, with clear and firm eyes, and he didn't talk much, but he was very strict with his disciples, especially in the art of Qimen Dunjia. The master was the most talented person in Qianliu Mountain, and he learned a lot. It was a pity that he was forced to leave the master before he had learned even 70% of it.

He listened as she spoke, the candles in the room lit up, and she hadn't finished yet.

She remembered every moment of the seventeen years of change and Senliu Mountain for him.

At this moment, she wanted to share it with him and add these marks to his life.