Strange Tales

In Mausoleum Tour City, on the Zhongshu Mansion.

"My lord, why are you making an appointment with that Miss Yin's family today and making trouble with me again?"

There was a smile and anger in the words, the voice was clear and sharp, the head was tilted, the brows were raised, and the eyes were full of pride.

The man was wearing a green shirt as light as a distant mountain, holding a paper lotus fan with a string of jade stones hanging on the fan, and the green lotus on the fan looked like an illusion and seemed real. Qinglian is not a monster, but she is a perfect match for this man.

Outside the window, the lotus pond is full of fragrance, and the sky is green. It is a beautiful scene, but it is not as good as the lowered eyebrows and smile of the person holding the fan.

Who is there?

Dao is the personal servant of Shang Qingzheng, the master of the book of the new Tanhua doctor, known as Qingyu.

Standing at the door of the room, Shang Qingzheng couldn't help staring in awe, came back to his senses, shook his head, helplessly, and strode over, the gold-threaded black robe was truly handsome.

"I'll tell the housekeeper," Shang Qingzheng said in a mysterious way.

After a while, when he was behind, he suddenly grabbed the paper fan with one hand, and tapped lightly on the opponent's head. Qingyu felt the pain, and suddenly turned around, just hitting Mr. Shang's chin.

"Tell him what?" Being robbed of her fan, Qing Yu naturally had no good tone, Qing Dai frowned slightly, her brows were affectionate.

"The steward said that he was going to buy vinegar today. From what I can see, the smell of vinegar is almost gone out of the house. Why do you still have to go out to buy it?"

Shang Qingzheng shook his fan lightly, his eyebrows beaming with delight when he said that.

"You...you... talking nonsense, talking nonsense, talking nonsense..." Qing Yu studied books for a while, but she was able to pick up idioms at her fingertips.

Shang Qingzheng smiled brightly, hugged the person in front of him, and planted a tender and lingering kiss on his forehead. Luo Shan had long been put aside, and his hands were already wandering irregularly.

In the face of beauty, there are times when a gentleman can't bear it.

The Xuanpao covered the floor, the green shirt was stripped away, a basket of Huanyi incense was burning in the room, and the green smoke curled up.

Qingyu was pressed by Shang Qingzheng on the huanghuali official hat chair, and the green shirt was spread on the chair like a cloud.

"Don't, go to bed!" Qing Yu whispered with blurred eyes.

"Right here, I want you on the bed, on the couch, on the chair, on the table, everywhere." Shang Qing Zhengwei panted, "You are mine, here, here, and here, all Yes, mine alone."

His fingertips touched the flushed cheeks, the protruding nipples, slid to the flexible waist, and finally covered the most secret place.

As if a fire had struck the two of them into an irresistible wave of madness, Shang Qingzheng lifted up those straight legs and separated them onto the armrests on both sides of the chair. The scenery below was instantly visible no more.

It's not like I haven't seen it before, but it's just that it's so open, so open, it still makes Qingyu extremely ashamed, and she wants to raise her legs together, but Mr. Shang stops her.

"No, I want to see." His hand traced all the way, as if with a layer of fire, his skin was about to be scalded, "You don't know, I only want you in my life."

Qingyu was startled, as if there were waves rippling.

For a lifetime, for a lifetime.

The lifetime of wild flowers and weeds is only a few dozen days.

Ordinary birds only have a lifetime of more than ten years.

An ordinary person's lifetime is only a few decades of dreams.

The life of the demon is very long, it lasts for hundreds of years.

It's been said so easily for a lifetime, Shang Qingzheng, how much do you like me?

If it is true, I will accompany you for the rest of my life. When you are old, your beard is white, and you die, I will accompany you to walk Huangquan Road and cross Naihe Bridge. In the next life, we will be together again.

If you lie to me, then I will never see you again, I would rather die and cut my own heart than come back to this world.

Shang Qingzheng, can you do it?

I want to trust you once.

After some cloud and rain, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"You, Master Zhongshu bestowed by Jinkou, and Shang Qingyu, a well-known talented scholar in Lingyou City, can't hold back like this, but you still have to face it." Before the words fell, Qingyu found Fang embroidered with orchid grass. The handkerchief, slowly covered his face, covering the red glow all over his face.

"Who told Qing Yusheng to be so good, so ecstasy, those incenses are useless." Shang Qingchen picked up the black robe on the ground, dressed quickly, picked up the person on the chair and went to the room Going to the hot spring in the dark grid, Qingyu in her arms was only wrapped in a thin blue shirt, her eyelashes were long and slender, and her complexion was flushed. The dead fire was revived again.

Shang Qingyu is the only son of the old Shangshu. His elder sister entered the palace and became the favorite concubine of the new emperor. Although the merchants are sparsely populated, it is the time of prosperity.

It's just that, although this businessman is full of talent, he deviates from the orthodoxy. In this Lingyou city, the businessman's "ghost talent" is not in vain. Under the protection, it can be regarded as flourishing.

Recalling the time when he first met Qingyu, Shang Qingyu's eyes were gentle, like a butterfly turning into a spring breeze.

The day was bright and clear with a slight breeze.

Like many dramas about talented men and beautiful women, it's just that this beautiful woman is a son. Later, Qing Yu claimed that she had nowhere to go, so she stayed in the Zhongshu Mansion as a personal servant.

From then on, Shang Qingzhu didn't even have a wife, not to mention a wife. The old lady of the merchant sent several beautiful women over one after another, and sent back one of them who was white.

Rumors spread that this businessman was inhumane, but even so, there were still quite a few Miss Biyu who were eager to marry. They were proud of their youth, handsome, talented, and they were well-suited for a good home.

The Yin family has a daughter, Miss Wantong, who has known Shang Qingzheng since childhood, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are childhood sweethearts.

I thought it would be logical to marry into the Zhongshu Mansion in the future, but I didn't want Shang Qingzheng to be very alienated from her.She has reached the age of leaving the court, but the other party seems to have no interest in her.

That day it was hard to invite him to a gathering, but unexpectedly he left the meeting hastily after only a moment.This Miss Yin family is also a charming lady who is loved by thousands of people and coaxed by thousands of people, so she went to find the old lady of the merchant, and the one she cried was called a pear blossom rain. Bones also personally took Miss Yin's family into the Zhongshu Mansion, and they lived there.

The old lady is a shrewd person, how can she not see the relationship between Qingyu and her grandson, but they are connected by blood, after all, they are her grandson, such unrefined words are not something that an elder can say.

But in this generation of merchants, the popularity has already faded. There are three types of unfilial piety, and no offspring is the greatest. We must not let him be so confused. The ceremony of husband and wife was performed.

The joyful voices of men and women reached the ears of the man in green shirt outside the door, the lights flickered on the window, and the figures intertwined. After all, Qing Yu didn't have the courage to go in in person, and staggered out of the yard.

"Young master, if you betray me in the future, then I will dig out my own heart of mortals."

"Fool, how could it be?"

The original words rang in my ears vividly, but thinking about it now, it was a bit ridiculous and absurd.

The moon is as cool as water, some families are happy and some are sad.

Qingyu walked to the side of the lotus pond in a daze, muttering something in her mouth.

The moonlight is like water, gentle and cool, the crickets in the grass are chirping cheerfully, and a few warblers are singing gracefully.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed.

It was an exquisite dagger inlaid with jade on the hilt, but in an instant, the dagger was inserted into the chest of the man in Tsing Yi with incomparable precision.

Under the moonlight, the bright red blood is particularly strange and desolate.

Young master, Qingyu's heart aches very badly, but it still hurts after digging.

You lied to me, so that I gave you all my well-hidden heart.

I don't like you anymore and never see you again.

Life after life, never to see you again.

However, Qingyu still likes Shang Qingzheng very much.

One day, the unparalleled young servant could no longer be found from all over the Zhongshu Mansion. In the lotus pond in the backyard, all the green lotuses withered overnight, and the one on the bank suddenly lost its lotus heart.

Recently, people in Lingyou City have been spreading rumors that the talented man of this merchant has gone crazy, holding a remnant lotus and calling him Qingyu.

Qingyu, Qingyu, this name is so familiar, isn't it the old business boy with eyebrows like distant mountains?

Qingyu, Qingyu, the young master is here to accompany you. The road to Huangquan is so long, but there are too many evil spirits under the bridge. Don't be afraid, the young master will come to accompany you soon.

In the winter of that year, when the first heavy snow fell, the mad genius of the merchant seemed to have cleared his mind. He personally brought a white jade bottle filled with a pot of snow, took the pot of snow back to Shang Shufu, and respectfully gave it to the old man. Master Ren Shangshu invited Ann.

The old lady only said that her grandson's dementia was finally healed, and her sad face finally unfolded, one "good grandson" and one "heart".

After Shang Qingzheng left the Shangshu Mansion, he did not return to the Zhongshu Mansion, but rode a horse to Duanya Mountain with a pot of snow in his hand.

Clothed in gold thread, with handsome eyebrows and a smile at the corners of his eyes, he fell straight to the bottom of the cliff like a kite with a broken thread, and a bright flower bloomed on the snow in an instant.

Qingyu, Qingyu, my son was afraid that you would not forgive me if you were angry, so you deliberately waited until it snowed. Look, I brought you a pot of snow.

Didn't you say you want to watch the snow with me?

I miss you so much.

Don't ignore me, don't deny me, don't leave me alone.

good or not?

green elm.

According to word of mouth in Lingyou City, the mad genius of the businessman died, and Madman jumped off the cliff mountain with a pot of snow in his hands.

When he found the body, he still had a smile on his face. The white jade pot was in pieces, and beside it was a withered green lotus, which lost its lotus heart.

It's weird.

It's a pity, it's a pity that such a high-spirited talent has come to this point.

Fortunately, Miss Yin's family, who was clamoring to marry him at that time, chose another husband, otherwise she would have become a widow.

Alas, the white-haired people in the business have to send the black-haired people.