Huafa Luoyang

Xun Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he couldn't help caressing his back with one hand: "Today, I almost died, Your Highness, you are in good spirits."

Zhuang Jiuyao narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fox: "I'm not really interested, but you are too attractive."

Xun Luo's face was still calm, and he only tilted his head slightly: "Attractive? Just now Jiang Houye said that you don't like me, cold and hard?"

"Listen to his nonsense, before you are on the road, you follow me." Zhuang Jiuyao said, his hands had already climbed up his tight waist, but only touched the hard belt, So he loosened it for him, and pinched his chin with the other hand, "Now there is no one else but you."

"Do you want someone else?" Xun Luo blurted out.

These words are very wrong, but I can't tell what is wrong, maybe the person who said it is not right.As if biting his tongue, Xun Luo suddenly closed his mouth and pursed his lips, losing his usual composure.

Under the circumstances, a sentence that had no deep meaning at first sounded a bit too gorgeous.

Zhuang Jiuyao was also taken aback, and then bit his lips hard.

When Xun Luo's breath became a little unsteady, he twitched the tip of his tongue at the root of his upper jaw, and then said in a very low and hoarse voice: "Ah Xun, I miss you."

Xun Luo froze, his breathing suddenly became chaotic.

Zhuang Jiuyao didn't give him a chance to react, but rushed towards him unscrupulously, letting his breath envelop him, and then, in the fierce entanglement, pushed and shoved into the room.

Candles dimmed.

"It hurts, bear with it." Zhuang Jiuyao kissed the corner of Xun Luo's eyes, leaned over to look at him, his eyes were clear with excitement, then leaned into his ear, and whispered, "If you can bear If not, call me."

I've already stripped my body and I can't hold on to it, so I don't have any fantasy to bear it, it doesn't matter if the pain is unbearable, it should be the thing itself that is unbearable.

But the other party was Zhuang Jiuyao, Xun Luo didn't feel repulsive or unbearable, and even faintly looked forward to it.No, maybe it was a long-awaited, beyond his original imagination.

Even if he is the one lying on his back now.

As he thought about it, he caressed his cheek gently with the back of his hand, then wrapped it around the back of his neck, then slid all the way down, and finally hooked the corners of his mouth.

"You really..." Zhuang Jiuyao paused for breath, narrowed his eyes, and said fiercely, "You asked for it."

As the night deepens, shadows dance under the moonlight in the courtyard, and the canopy of the tree shakes to sing a clear and bright song.

If the wind had sentience, it would blow across a barren land, and the clouds would come.The rain fell all over the hillside, unknown trees began to grow, the barrenness became a thing of the past, and the greenery spread, easily wrapping the ditch there.

Skin-to-skin clinging, unfamiliar and shuddering touch, each collision bloomed a flower.

Maybe it was midnight, the surroundings were silent, Xun Luo was lying on his side, in a trance, he reached out to grab someone but he didn't touch him, and he suddenly woke up.As soon as she stood up, she saw Zhuang Jiuyao standing beside the couch, with her back turned to him, looking at the tall candle next to her.

Zhuang Jiuyao heard the voice and looked back at him.

"What are you doing?" Xun Luo asked, his hoarse voice startled him.

Zhuang Jiuyao laughed, and stepped aside, allowing him to see the candlestick clearly, and he replaced it with a big red candle.

Xun Luo was startled, a little dazed.

Zhuang Jiuyao picked up the small scissors in his hand and cut them against the candle wick. The candle light dimmed for a moment and then brightened suddenly.

Then he turned around and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Let it be bright until tomorrow morning."

Xun Luo didn't speak, and lay down again after a while, raised the corners of his mouth and replied: "En."

When he woke up the next day, he met Zhuang Jiuyao's slender eyes, looked at each other for a moment, Xun Luo smiled, turned his head and saw that the sky seemed to be bright outside, and was startled: "What time is it?"

"I don't know." Zhuang Jiuyao smiled, maybe he was in a good mood, and wrinkled his nose, "Tsk, who cares about the time at this moment?"

Xun Luo looked at him hesitantly, Zhuang Jiuyao couldn't help laughing, and pretended to be serious: "Don't worry, no one will gossip. There are not many people in my palace, and they all keep their mouths tight. Besides, they don't know What are we doing?"

These words are really nonsense, but Xun Luo didn't try to expose him.

Zhuang Jiuyao buried her head and kissed the side of his neck: "Is there any discomfort?"

"It's okay." Xun Luo reached out and patted his face.

Satisfied, Zhuang Jiuyao shrank down, put one hand around his bare back, and reached down to his lower back with the other, rubbing his face gently against his neck, closing his eyes and saying : "Great, you are mine now."

Xun Luo hooked the corner of his mouth: "Didn't I say it earlier? It's yours. This person's life is yours."

Three poles in the sun.

The two packed up and got up, Zhuang Ning'er and Wei Qingcheng were not there.

I think Zhuang Jiuyao had already ordered him to do so, because he was afraid of Xun Luo's embarrassment, so he didn't let anyone he knew well in the mansion.

I just don't know when and how he gave the order.

People who practice martial arts all year round are physically strong, but there are no serious consequences, but they still feel a little uncomfortable.

There was no one around, so Zhuang Jiuyao asked Xun Luo to sit in the courtyard, moved the piano out by himself, and set it up under the big locust tree.

This is not the green Qi given by Xiao Yu, but the one that Zhuang Jiuyao is used to. There is nothing gorgeous about it, the paulownia wood is also old, and it is full of comfortable Chen Yi.

The style of the piano is very simple, which suits him very well.

The light beyond the shade of the tree was very bright, he looked at Xun Luo, smiled, lifted his robe and sat down, put his fingers on the strings of the piano, and paused.

What a Qingming picture scroll.

Xun Luo smiled, looking at his slender fingers with well-defined joints, his thoughts suddenly ran away, he couldn't help but think of the scene of last night, he hurriedly moved his eyes to the corner of the piano, and didn't dare to look back for a while.

Until the sound of the piano sounded, deep and distant.

Suddenly, it reminds people of the lonely mountain forest, and Xun Luo's thoughts are brought back to the present.

He stared at Zhuang Jiuyao in a daze. The person in front of him was quiet like he had never seen before, as if he had sunk into a world different from his own.

The sound of the piano changed suddenly, and the tune changed. Xun Luo heard that he was playing "Long Lovesickness".

Sauvignon Blanc in Chang'an.

This song should be extremely lingering, but the sound of cola flows from Zhuang Jiuyao's fingertips, but it is a little more tough and less soft.

It sounds very clear and affectionate, with no sense of sadness or sadness.

Xun Luo suddenly felt that Zhuang Jiuyao should play "High Mountain and Flowing Water". It seemed that his love was between clouds and water, but in fact his heart was higher than the mountains and longer than the roads.

Another song ended, Zhuang Jiuyao put down his hands and looked at him.

Xun Luo thought about it for a while, and said: "One string is pure and one heart is pure."

smile.

After a while, Zhuang Ning'er came back, followed by Wang Quan.

Wang Quan saw the ceremony, looked at Xun Luo, nodded, and then said: "My lord, the Holy One ordered you to go to court tomorrow."

According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, princes who have not been granted official positions are not allowed to go to court.Zhuang Jiuyao was originally an idle prince who was not valued, let alone a position, but he had never had the luck of going to court.

He raised his eyebrows and asked Wang Quan, "Grandpa Wang, is King Qi going too?"

"Go." Wang Quan nodded, and said with some deep meaning, "It took a lot of effort on the side of the imperial concubine and empress."

"That's it." Zhuang Jiuyao smiled, "No wonder, the imperial concubine loves the seventh brother very much, she must not see him suffer from fatigue, and the father also loves the imperial concubine, and even told her about the affairs of court."

It was obvious that he knew this well, but he said it indifferently, as if he didn't care about the imperial concubine's interference in the affairs of the previous court.

Wang Quan looked at the little eunuch behind him, and found an excuse for him: "His Royal Highness King Qi lives in the palace, after all, it's all family affairs."

Zhuang Jiuyao smiled: "Thank you, Grandpa Wang, I will go to court on time tomorrow."

"What is your Majesty doing?" After Wang Quan left, Zhuang Ning'er turned around and asked immediately.

Zhuang Jiuyao sat down and looked at Qin Xian: "The thing that should be done has come. What the imperial concubine and empress do not want King Qi to do will definitely fall on me."

Xun Luo was silent and didn't speak.

This day Xun Luo didn't seem to recover, he was still a little tired, Zhuang Jiuyao also had to get up early to go to court, the two of them went to rest very early at night.

When the whole palace was completely silent, Zhuang Jiuyao walked into Xun Luo's room.

After the person lifted the blanket and lay down beside him, Xun Luo opened his eyes and looked at him in the dark.

Zhuang Jiuyao smiled, leaned forward, and buried her head on his neck: "I'm a little flustered, I rely on you to feel at ease."

"Go to sleep." Xun Luo wrapped his arms around him and replied softly.

Panicking is an excuse, Xun Luo naturally knew it, but he didn't know when it started, but he actually enjoyed all the rhetoric he forced to come to his side.

"A Xun." About to fall asleep, Zhuang Jiuyao called out suddenly.

"Yeah." Xun Luo replied with his eyes closed.

Zhuang Jiuyao pondered for a while, then asked, "Do you feel that I... have wronged you?"

Xun Luo didn't open his mouth for a long time, and finally opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to be flickering with flames, and he looked at him steadfastly: "Do you want to make it up to me?"

Zhuang Jiuyao smiled and narrowed his eyes, neither saying yes nor no.

Xun Luo's heart skipped a beat, and he inserted his fingers into his coat, caressing his back.

Seeing that the calmness in Zhuang Jiuyao's eyes was disturbed, he smiled slyly and whispered in his ear: "If Yu is uneasy, I will replace you next time."

"Tsk." Seeing his smile, Zhuang Jiuyao's heart was flustered, her breathing became heavy, and she pushed forward, "Don't hook me, I'm going to court tomorrow. I'm not uneasy at all, really, I Just talking about it, you’ve only heard the wind blowing, ah.”

Xun Luo smiled, and he continued: "There is no more peaceful time than yesterday."

"Go to sleep." Xun Luo bowed his head forward, pressed his lips against his forehead, and said softly.

Xuanyi clothes, rings and jingle bells.

The sky was just bright, and Zhuang Jiuyao had finished washing.

The morning air was still cool, the carriage stopped at the side door of the palace with a thud, and when Zhuang Jiuyao went up, Xun Luo followed.

Gradually approaching the palace, there are more carriages around.

Xun Luo was still not used to activities in crowded places, so he leaned against the curtain of the carriage and said softly, "I'll be right next to you, waiting for you at the gate of the palace later."

Zhuang Jiuyao lifted the curtain slightly, glanced at him, and nodded.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to the surroundings for a while, Xun Luo's figure flashed, leaving this passage, Zhuang Jiuyao's carriage merged into the other cars.

Not long after arriving outside the Daming Palace, Zhuang Jiuyao got out of the car, the surrounding voices fell silent for a moment, and his eyes were all focused. The next moment, the people next to him gathered together in twos and threes, whispering.

Zhuang Jiuyao didn't seem to hear or see, just stood in the crowd without changing his face, waiting for the order to see him.

Occasionally someone came over to talk to him, although he still responded with his eyes bent, his attitude was extremely indifferent.

Looking at it from a distance, Xun Luo found that Zhuang Jiuyao, who was still calm and composed under all kinds of eyes at the moment, really made people unable to move their eyes away.

He looked at the thick wall, thought about the Jianghu restaurant he had thought about before, and suddenly felt that this palace seemed more suitable for Zhuang Jiuyao than Caoye.

After waiting for a while, Wang Quan came out, and Zhuang Jiuyao entered the gate of Daming Palace first.

Xun Luo folded his hands, leaned against the palace wall, and stood where no one could see.

After a while, the courtiers of the upper court had already entered the palace gate, but suddenly another carriage stopped at the gate.Xun Luo frowned slightly, and then hid his invisibility, and saw clearly that the people getting on and off the carriage were people in Hu suits.

There were three people in total, they were led in by a young eunuch, one of them was a woman, she looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, she was wearing very gorgeous clothes, a top with a narrow waist and wide sleeves, and trousers on her lower body.

She has a high nose and big eyes, and her complexion is much fairer than that of women in Beijing. That young face looks very delicate, and there is a hint of heartiness that cannot be ignored.

It's really bright and beautiful.

Xun Luo once saw Tian Luo wearing a dress similar to this one when she was a child.

If he guessed correctly, it should be the envoy from southern Xinjiang.

The author has something to say:

May Mr. Jin Yong have a good journey.The rivers and lakes are still there, and chivalry always exists in the world.

【Note】

One string cleans one heart: Chang Jian's "Qin Xing on the River": "Jade Qin is tuned on the river, and one string cleans one heart."

Long Lovesickness, in Chang'an: From Li Bai's "Long Lovesickness" No. [-].