Chu Gongzhi

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Ning Luo withdrew and looked straight at Gong Muqing. Gong Muqing's face was expressionless, but his eyes were wet as if hiding a dark fire.Ning Luo lowered his head and bit her neck, and the fingers that had been twitching suddenly increased in strength, almost ravaging her.

"Hmm..." Gong Muqing made a long voice, she arched her shoulders to avoid this too strong feeling, Ning Luo has always been gentle in bed affairs, step by step and lingering to the bone, she has never been so direct and rough like now bào passed.

Ning Luo didn't let her go, she provoked every sensitive nerve of Gong Muqing, the water surface undulated, and the petals rippled along with the ripples.

Gong Muqing clenched her fists tightly, she wanted to scream, but the long-term suppression made her keep her voice in her throat, her whole body trembled, and she let out a low moan like a sob.

Ning Luo suddenly slowed down, she put her chin on Gong Muqing's shoulder, and sucked her hot earlobe.

Gong Muqing blinked, she hadn't recovered yet, a feeling of emptiness and hotness filled her chest and abdomen, she couldn't help shrinking her body and sliding into the pool, but Ning Luo supported her again , breathing kept hitting his cheeks, itching and itching.

"Do you want it?" Ning Luo said in a frivolous tone.

"Get out!" Gong Muqing punched the bank of the pool.

"I can't let you go." Ning Luo pecked her on the face, the movement of her hand was fast and slow, and she carefully watched the changes in Gong Muqing's eyes.

Gong Muqing was sullen, but her mind couldn't hold the anger at all, she could only be washed away by strands of Su Ma, and followed the sea of ​​desire that Ning Luo turned with her hands.

Ning Luo looked at Gong Muqing with distracted eyes, she whispered into Gong Muqing's ear, "Gong Muqing."

Gong Muqing didn't respond, Ning Luo curled her fingers maliciously, Gong Muqing snorted, and she continued: "Do you remember my name?"

"Hmph..." Gong Muqing snorted softly.

The sudden rain hit the plantain, Gong Muqing wanted to grab something, Ning Luo grabbed her hand, the heat gathered from the lower abdomen almost roasted her dry, the small water droplets on the skin evaporated and mixed with the hot air, her rationality Hanging on a line, there is a mantra-like whisper in his ear: "What do you call me?"

Ning Luo tormented her with ease, her reason finally collapsed with uncontrollable convulsions, and she cried, "Ning Luo! Ning Luo!"

Ning Luo patted Gong Muqing on the back, seriously thinking about what to do next, but he made her cry, and forced her to call him by his name, you must know that Gong Muqing has always been called sister, so Gong Mu Qing's self-esteem is hard to say who will die next.

Gong Muqing finally regained his strength, she turned her head, there was deep silence in her eyes, Ning Luo met her gaze, and a certain part of her heart became more and more loose.

Without saying a word, Gong Muqing pressed Ning Luo's shoulders and knelt on her, Ning Luo swallowed his saliva, Gong Muqing slowly pushed Ning Luo into the pool, and Ning Luo obediently fell into the water middle.

Gong Muqing's palm moved to Ning Luo's neck, and he grabbed it suddenly. Ning Luo caught off guard and choked on the saliva, which almost killed her. Struggling vigorously, she coughed silently, water poured into her mouth and nose continuously, her lungs were constricted like a cramp, her eyes were dark red when she opened her eyes, dense flower petals covered her sky, Gong Muqing's cold face It can be seen from the gaps in the petals, solemn as ghosts and gods.

Does this count as death under the peony flower? Just when Ning Luo thought she was going to die, Gong Muqing let go of her hand and picked her up. As soon as Ning Luo touched the air, Ning Luo felt as if he was about to vomit his heart and lungs. Cough.

Gong Muqing crawled to the desk to dry his body and put on his clothes. Ning Luo coughed and moved to the edge of the pool. She coughed until tears welled up. She wiped her tears while peeking at Gong Muqing, watching She looked normal, as if she really just took a bath just now, just like the first time, she still didn't kill herself.

Ning Luo's suspended heart was a little more at ease, she looked at Gong Muqing who was wearing clothes, and asked tentatively, "Why do you want to wear white clothes?"

"Mourning clothes." Gong Mu cleaned up the clothes, "It's going to change."

The author has something to say: Although the painting style is not right when I come to these two, I wrote it very smoothly!

☆, ancestral hall

"All the seventeen monks in Qingxin Temple died tragically. Who on earth had such a deep hatred with the Gong family?" Gong Lingshu knelt on the futon. She was dressed in plain clothes and her hair was tied up with a white ribbon.

The ancestral hall of the Gong family is located in Yingtian, covering an area of ​​five acres, facing east from west, with mountains behind and water in front.The pavilion is on the top of Xieshan Mountain at the second entrance. The front of the ancestral hall is nine feet wide and the wall is in the shape of a figure-eight. Then there is the Lingxing Gate. The gate is painted with painted door gods. After that, there are two stele pavilions on the left and right. The gate is a wide patio, in the middle of which is a corridor, with verandahs on both sides, and in front of the steps of the two verandas, there are beautifully carved stone railings near the patio pool, and in front of them is the main hall.

Compared to the magnificence of the ancestral hall, the main hall is pitifully small. There are four niches in the main hall, and in the niche there is a cabinet where the ancestral seats are placed. Gong Lingshu knelt in front of the low table, and Chu Ming stood anxiously behind her, There were not many futons in the hall, and I didn't know whether I should kneel or stand. She was waiting outside with Gong Zhilin Gong Zhisen, but the two brothers were called to deal with the rest, and she was called into the hall to guard the palace. Ling Shu, Gong Muqing was supposed to come to this kind of matter, but Gong Muqing never heard back after he arrived in the south.

"Last time you said that your assassination was related to the emperor." Chu Ming still knelt down behind Gong Lingshu.

"But if Qi Yeyan is the emperor, then the assumption is not valid." Gong Lingshu shook her head, any male emperor might have thought about breaking away from the control of the palace family, but Qi Yeyan couldn't, she was still stared at by so many ministers. She had to rely on the power of the palace family, so who was the one who attacked her? Someone who had an idea of ​​the throne? It seems that she should pay attention to the ministers, she thought to herself.

Father became a monk in Qingxin Temple not long after his mother left, and his Dharma name is dirty. It has been so long that Gong Lingshu has a vague memory. In the first few years, Gong Lingshu would often come to visit, but gradually his father began to close the door. , Said that he would completely forget everything in the world.Qingxin Temple is a small temple. The abbot has gray eyebrows and a dignified face. Seeing her kneeling in front of the temple, he read a sentence: "All things are impermanent, and everything is suffering." He walked away.

Gong Lingshu knelt for a day and a night, a young monk came to persuade her that if she knelt down again, her legs would be disabled, she ignored it, but until she lost consciousness, her father didn't come out to see her, and when she woke up again, she was on her own bed, Gong Muqing looked at her with eyes full of worry, she stretched out her arms to hug Gong Muqing, weeping silently, at that time she made up her mind to protect her younger siblings.

Gong Lingshu has never been to Qingxin Temple again, but he still sends people to visit the temple every season to send some incense sticks to the temple. Dazzling past, what a sight it is to see you again——every wall and floor tile in the temple Washed by blood, when she passed by, she could only see the dark brown that had condensed in the wall between the bricks, and a foul smell. This was the scene that had been cleaned. She couldn't believe what it was like at that time , How did her father kill her to death, how did this small temple become a Shura hell on a dark and stormy night.

The organization that assassinated her, Gong Lingshu, has been tracking down. At the same time, it seems that there is another organization that is investigating the same matter with her, but the other party is too clean, and the killer left by Qing'er suddenly turned into a pool of blood. She also lost her clues, and when she was still at a loss, the other party had already started... slaughtering her father and a group of innocent monks.

Gong Lingshu tightened her grip on the hem of her clothes, and if this continued, the other party reached out to Qing'er and the others, Gong Lingshu couldn't help but choke her breath, she absolutely wouldn't allow this to happen!

The hand was gently held up, Chu Ming knelt down in front of her, and was slowly opening her clenched hand, when Gong Lingshu realized that the nails had dug into the palm at some point, and the gurgling blood flowed out and stained her red filial piety.

Chu Ming cleaned up the wound on Gong Lingshu's hand, she secretly sighed that Ayi's foresight had prepared water, medicinal wine and bandages for her.

"Chu Ming..." Gong Lingshu relaxed and let Chu Ming move, "I really hate dad."