Green and black floating fragrance

eleven

The training of warriors is very strict, not to mention sword riding and shooting, just learning calligraphy with swollen and sore arms after swinging swords every day has caused many people to complain.

Even though my hands are too sore to lift up, I still have to write down the copybook honestly and quietly. If there is a slight pause in the writing, or a drop of ink melts the paper, it will be fined if it is light, and it will be written down if it is serious.

The remaining 18 people are not fools, and they all understand that their performance during this period will be one of the assessments after January.Therefore, even though they were very dissatisfied in their hearts, they didn't dare to say anything, and each of them secretly competed to see who would be kicked out first.

Perhaps Sasaki taught him well on weekdays, and Qingfeng didn't have any problems with martial arts, but he swung his sword casually, often by surprise, or he watched other's moves, pondered them and then integrated them into them.It's just that his calligraphy is really bad, and it's not material for learning. His handwriting is not good-looking on weekdays, and the handwriting after practice is even more unreadable.

Ten days passed, and half of the 18 people were lost. Three of them left because they couldn't bear the harsh training and scolding. Qingfeng heard Hei Dao's mention and snorted coldly. What can be done?

The boy from the neighboring village who talked to himself before has stayed until now. At first, Qingfeng only thought that he was out of temper and couldn't last for a few days.

He has stayed in one place for a long time, repeating the same thing every day, it is unavoidable to be a bit boring, and the same is probably true for others, they will make a group of friends and talk when they are resting.

"Ahh—I really want to go home..." San Song—that is, the noisy boy, stretched his waist, smacked his lips and said, "The food here is really bad..."

"It's just you picking and choosing, and you insist on bringing rice balls to eat." Hei Dao sarcastically said, "Are you still a baby who can't live without mother?"

"Hmph, it's not gone long ago, didn't you bring some food from home?!" Sansong also replied unceremoniously, thinking of something, he suddenly became depressed, "I heard that the capital is getting more and more restless... …What if we really go to the battlefield, I heard that Mi Cai has Liuhe [He: Ancient Japanese volume unit, one he is equivalent to 0.180391 kg]..."

"Are you here to be a warrior or to eat? I think you died of starvation when you went to the battlefield."

"Do you think no one will starve to death? People can't stop eating, right?"

……

The two were noisy and began to bicker and quarrel non-stop, and they had a good rest and made a mess of smoke.Qingfeng found that he had gotten used to it, and only Hei Dao could stop Sansong from chattering and choke him so that he could not speak.

He looked at the bamboo sword in his hand, are you eating rice balls?

He thought of the rice grains dyed light green, with a cool fragrance.

Ah Zhe's Dandelion Rice Balls.

Qingfeng is not particular about what he eats, but he doesn't like to eat bitter things either.

Such as strong tea.

But Heizi finished the bowl of tea for congratulations.

Even if Heizi said no need, but Qingfeng felt that it was for Ah Zhe to celebrate for himself, so he insisted on finishing the drink.

It would be a lie to say that it is not bitter, but it is not as bitter as imagined. After entering the throat, there is still a hint of sweetness in the throat.Just like the dandelion rice ball, after the bitterness at the top, the bottom is the aftertaste.

He used to think that the faint smell of Heizi was incense, but only after entering the tea room did he realize that it was the tea aroma acquired from years of exposure to tea. The feeling is very similar.

If you went to the battlefield... how long will it take to come back?How old were you then?Ah Zhe should be a tea master, right?Don't be a talent like old man Dezong.Qingfeng frowned and thought, when he comes back, is Ah Zhe still here?

"...Hey, Qingfeng, are you listening?" Sansong shouted close to his ear.

"So annoying!" Qingfeng blocked his ears, "What did you say?"

Sansong looked sad, "I've said it again...why don't you listen..." Seeing Qingfeng give him an impatient look, he calmed down, "Say, why are you taking us out tomorrow? ?”

Warm liquid splashed on the cheeks, and the unique smell of blood came from the tip of the nose.

Although I was ready to kill, but...

His eyes were still closed, and his face maintained a terrified expression. The blood and sand at the broken neck were mixed together, making it dirty.

The head fell not far from Qingfeng's feet, and his body was still kneeling firmly on the ground.

"If you want your own life first, you can kill others!" The cold and calm words sounded, but they hit Qingfeng and the others word by word.

"Since you have decided to become warriors, you should understand."

"In this world, only death is sincere."

Perhaps because they knew that they needed time to calm down when they saw the death penalty for the first time, the teacher in charge of teaching kendo actually gave them half a day off.

It was rare for Sansong, who had been chattering non-stop, to calm down, but it was Kuroshima who spoke first.

"On weekdays, you always say that you are strictly controlled and you can't sneak out to play, but now it's open and aboveboard, so it's not a big deal?"

Normally, Sansong was going to quarrel again, but today he really couldn't, so he sighed, "I saw those just now...why do I still have the mind to play..."

Kuroshima also shut up.

After a long while, Sansong pulled himself together, pretending to be relaxed and said: "I only came out once after a long time, why don't we go and have a good meal."

"You can eat too?" Hei Dao gave him a cool look.

"...can't eat it." Sansong lowered his head, and replied loudly: "But what do you think we should do? Shall we walk on the street for a day?"

"If you choose this path, you have to get used to it." Qingfeng said in a deep voice.

"Hey, I know..." Sansong scratched his hair, "But... I still can't accept it..." He forced a smile, "Maybe I'll just get used to it in the future..."

"If you really get used to it...it's scary..."

The three fell silent again.

"Hey, what are the three of you doing here?" One hand patted Qingfeng's shoulder, "Aren't you still afraid?"

The three of them turned their heads together, and Sansong twitched the corners of his mouth as a greeting, "Brother Xishan..."

The person who came was Kosaburo Nishiyama, who was also the oldest, so he usually added "big brother" when they met each other. According to him, his father had taught him to behead him when he served as Wuling [Woling: the title of the leader of the samurai group], so Seeing the death penalty is not afraid.

"Hey, I was actually very scared the first time, but I didn't dare to say it because of the old man's face, but my hands and feet were shaking." Xishan comforted: "If you are really not used to it, just let me relax."

No one thought that the "relaxation" that Xishan said was to go to Youkuo [Youkuo: a custom place where official prostitutes are set up].

"Enjoy it." Xishan blinked narrowly at them.

Qingfeng was stunned.Although he is old and knows how to deal with men and women, he has never thought about it; the only girl he is close to, Wu Yue, is more of a brother-sister relationship.

The smell in the room was strong, Qingfeng was a little top-heavy, and walked in in a daze.The brightly dressed Younv smiled slightly, she seemed to say something softly, Qingfeng didn't remember whether he replied, the woman covered her lips and let out a low laugh, inviting Qingfeng to sit on the couch, and gently untied her bare hands Qingfeng's neckline.

She pulled Qingfeng's belt with the other hand, just as her fingers touched his lower abdomen, Qingfeng seemed to have just recovered, pushed her to the ground with a strong force, and hurriedly ran out with the belt.

There are a few paper doors in front of them, and a warm orange light glows on the paper doors, which is somewhat ambiguous.

Aomine moved the paper door away, a few streams of light smoke floated out of the room, soared upwards, and finally dissipated;

"Ding--"

There was a long knocking sound, and Qingfeng looked forward in surprise.

Heizi sat kneeling on the tatami, and the tea sets were neatly arranged in order. Behind him, two palm-sized hollow incense burners emitted a faint fragrance.

His long hair was raised high, coiled into a fan-shaped bun, the hairpin tied the thick hair, and the golden tassels hung down, obediently lying on the chin; the light purple clothes glowed with the unique brilliance of Ling Duan , golden flowers bloom at the spread hem, and the long belt is stretched out, which can be untied with a light pull.

Qingfeng was stunned, even though the clothing and jewelry were much more gorgeous, he still recognized it——

Ah Zhe, unexpectedly, was dressed in the same outfit as the wandering girl he met during the day...!

He walked over quickly, grabbed Heizi's wrist, held back his anger, and asked under his breath, "Azhe, why are you here?"

Heizi didn't answer, just lowered his head slightly, a part of the back of his neck that was smeared with sex was exposed under his collar, and a small piece of skin on his back could be seen; The already beautifully shaped neck became more slender.

"Azhe!" Qingfeng shouted, "Why don't you speak?"

Heizi raised his head and glanced at him shallowly.

His lower lip was bright red, as if he had licked some rouge, and his originally delicate appearance turned out to be a bit more glamorous; that squinted look, although his eyes were indifferent, made his heart itch even more.Qingfeng couldn't help being short of breath, but his breathing became heavier.

"You..." Qingfeng took a deep breath, swept around, squatted down and wiped the tea on Heizi's face, "You, why are you dressed like this!"

He pinched Heizi's chin and rubbed the rouge on his lips vigorously, but Heizi didn't resist, but just raised his chin and parted his lips slightly.

A few pink finger marks appeared on both cheeks due to Qingfeng's rough movements. He rubbed Heizi's lower lip vigorously with his thumb, but the redness did not fade, but a layer of water color was added, and the excess tea slipped along the corners of his lips Down.Under the flickering candlelight, Heizi's entire face was covered with warm gold.

Such a masochistic scene made Qingfeng feel overwhelmed, he looked away, and felt an astonishing heat gradually arose on the lips he rubbed vigorously.

The heat on his lips seemed to pour into his whole body through his fingertips, Qingfeng quickly withdrew his hand, he rubbed his index finger, the soft touch still remained on his fingertips.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

Heizi raised his head in a daze, and supported Qingfeng's thigh to prop up his body.

His hand was on the inside of Qingfeng's thigh, and a few minutes later was the secret place, Qingfeng froze, but Heizi leaned forward to Qingfeng as if he didn't know it.

Qingfeng's brain was rolling like lava, his skin was burning all over his body, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his lower abdomen.

"Ah, Ah Zhe... What are you doing...?" He stammered.

Pointing fingertips between Qingfeng's lips, slowly moving down, even staying at the Adam's apple deliberately for a while, Qingfeng stared at the wrist under the tip of his nose, and suddenly his mouth became parched.

He couldn't help swallowing the excess saliva in his mouth, his Adam's apple moved unexpectedly, and the "gudong" sound was very clear in the narrow space between the two of them, Qingfeng felt his face heat up, and was about to push Heizi's hand away, But Heizi let out a slight smile.

"Azhe..."

The index finger frivolously drew a circle around the collarbone, moved from the slightly open skirt to the waist, and gently pulled through the belt.

Qingfeng froze, exhaling hot air from his mouth and nose.

— This is a dream.

This is a dream, Ah Zhe will not do this.It's just a dream.

Qingfeng tried his best to wake up, there was already a reaction there, Qingfeng could feel the shame oozing out, as long as Heizi's hand moved a little further, he could touch the fiery hard object.

"Azhe...you go down..."

He held his heavy panting and tried to speak in a normal tone.

That hand untied Qingfeng's belt without hesitation, and the raised crotch was exposed in front of the eyes of the two of them.

Before Qingfeng could move, Heizi had already put his hand on it, and kneaded lightly or heavily through the hakama.

"—!"

Obviously it was the same movement, but Qingfeng couldn't push away Heizi like he pushed away the wandering girl in the daytime, and as the hard object was touched, his breathing became heavier and heavier, with a strong nasal sound.

The oozing meth dyed the small piece of fabric even deeper, and Aomine only felt that the muscles in his lower abdomen and legs became more tense.

--About to arrive.

——This is wrong...it shouldn't be like this...Azhe...

He stretched out his hand to grab Heizi's wrist, but Heizi stepped forward first.

The faint tea fragrance unique to Heizi's body brushed against the tip of Qingfeng's nose, and there was something soft that seemed to be away from Qingfeng's earlobe.

"Mr. Qingfeng..."

As if a spoonful of water was poured on the charcoal, the heat wave could no longer be controlled, and it exploded with a "chi--".

"... Ah Zhe!"

Qingfeng yelled and sat up, and Hei Dao, who was sleeping beside him, cursed in a daze, "Who are you arguing in the middle of the night!"

- It's a dream.

— This is a dream.

this is not a dream...

The stickiness of the lower body became cold little by little, and Qingfeng covered his face in a slumped manner.

...How could...dream...Azhe...

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It should be fine...(.