my voice is poisonous

Wen Yu's breathing was stagnant when he heard the words, and his heart skipped a beat. His fingers on Yan Qingjiang's wrist suddenly curled up subconsciously. Without Yan Qingjiang's further explanation, his thoughts were already confused.

"You...I...how did I go to your heart?" He moved his Adam's apple, and asked casually as if joking, his voice was soft and soft, with inexplicable expectation There is also a faint vibrato in it.

Asking him such a question made Yan Qingjiang even more at a loss, and looked at Wen Yu two by two, blinking his eyelashes without saying a word.

Wen Yu has lived the best years when he should be in love, and his understanding of love and love is only obtained from a few lines of poems.He only felt that Yan Qingjiang's eyes seemed to be able to suck his mind away, and a heart skipped from a stop to a wild hare with nowhere to go.

The sun outside the window was gradually setting, and the night covered the sunlight into an orange halo, and the room became darker and darker, except for the warm yellow jade lamp on the table that was emitting light.

The candle flame was swayed and danced inside the white jade petals, the wick slowly rotated and separated from the flame, and the candle flame flickered, jumping into two clusters of flames.

"Brother, it's time for dinner." Wen Qinru knocked on the door suddenly and called out, "Is Yan Qing in your room? Come out together."

The two people in the room just woke up as if they were waking up from a dream when they heard the words. Wen Yu still clasped Yan Qingjiang's wrist with one hand, and Yan Qingjiang's palm was still pressed against Wen Yu's cheek. Embarrassed and speechless.

Wen Yu coughed as a response, and got up first to open the door. Yan Qingjiang subconsciously glanced at the jade lantern as his eyes wandered, and said in a surprised voice, "How come there are two candles?"

Wen Yu turned back sideways and saw a pair of candles dancing inside the lamp. His eyes turned to Yan Qingjiang's side face, and he felt at ease inexplicably. ,good sign."

"A good sign?" Yan Qingjiang repeated in a daze.

"Yes," Wen Yu said, "a good omen."

*****

There were three people at the dinner table, two of them seemed to have something on their minds, they seemed to have no taste for food, and their expressions were also strange.

Wen Qinru was biting the tip of her chopsticks, she glanced left at Yan Qingjiang and right at Wen Yu, and went in without knowing.

The two sat at the opposite table, so rare that neither of them said a word, and when they occasionally made eye contact, they quickly moved away, one lowered his head, and the other raised his head.

Wen Qinru was completely baffled, and as soon as the rice bowl was put down, she went straight to the yard to feed the chickens.

As soon as she left, Yan Qingjiang found an excuse and ran away, leaving only one sentence: "I'm sleepy, I'm going to rest first."

Wen Yu: "..."

He planed two mouthfuls of rice, holding the bowl with a thoughtful look, until someone came to call him, and said: "Master, the food is cold, can you take it down and let the kitchen heat it up?"

Only then did he regain his senses, shook his head and said, "Oh, no need."

*****

Yan Qingjiang lived to be nearly 80 years old and never told a lie.He said he was tired, so he thought he was really tired, went back to the courtyard and went to Wen Yu's room to get the lamp, went back to the room, took off his outer shirt, pulled the quilt and lay down on the bed.

In the darkness, he looked at the blown out white jade pear flower lamp on the table from a distance, with his hands under his head and motionless, when his arms were sore and numb, he became more and more restless as he lay down.

The night outside the house is dark, quiet and quiet, and the moon is climbing to the middle of the sky.

Yan Qingjiang lifted the quilt and got up, sitting cross-legged beside the bed to adjust his breath. After about half an hour, there was no effect. His heart was beating chaotically and quickly, and he felt that he was not far from going crazy.

He got out of bed with bare feet, not too cold, fidgeting around the table twice, touched the flint on the window sill, returned to the table and bowed to light the pear flower lamp again.

Yan Qingjiang went to look for books on the bookshelf by candlelight, wanting to read a few sentences to depress his mind, but saw the wrapped book that Ren Canglan gave him.

Holding the package, he turned back to the table, opened the package under the lamp, and took out the topmost book.

The book is slightly larger than ordinary books, but the outer cover is gorgeous and exquisite, surrounded by the beautiful title of "Young Master Stealing Jade" in the middle, and it is decorated with complicated patterns.

"Young master stealing jade?" Yan Qingjiang's thoughts were quickly torn away. He savored these four characters carefully, and with Ren Canglan's temper, he thought to himself that these are most likely folk stories, about those catastrophes. The rich and poor thieves turned a page with great interest.

On the front page of the book, there is a rather unique full-body portrait of the "son"—that is really a handsome young man with red lips, white teeth, and a handsome figure. He is also holding a folding fan with splashed ink landscapes in his hand, which is quite elegant.

Yan Qingjiang turned another page, and the goal was still the painting. A courtyard was outlined with delicate brushstrokes. In the courtyard, a scholar with weak willows and wind was standing by the window, with a coat on his shoulders and was admiring the moon. On the courtyard wall next to it, there is a young man in white squatting and peeping. It is the young man on the previous page.

Next to the painting, some small characters are used to point out the scene in the painting, indicating that the son on the wall is named Yeqi, and the scholar in the room is named Yulang.

These two people came out together, a "son" and a "jade", and when they were put together, they corresponded to the literary name. Yan Qingjiang frowned, and inexplicably tasted something wrong, and he didn't know what was wrong. With a flick of a fingertip, another page was turned.

On the third page there was still a painting, Ye Qi praised Yulang for his good looks, so he turned over from the wall and landed in front of Yulang's window with a light effort.

The subtitles read: Seeing a person suddenly fall in front of him, Yulang was about to scream in shock, that Ye Qi covered his lips with his hand, and leaned against his chest through the window, facing Yulang's ear Kuo breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Beauty, you are really so beautiful.

Nah. "

Yan Qingjiang: "?!!"

Only now did Yan Qingjiang understand that this was not a "story book" but a "painting book", and he immediately had a question, could it be that "Yulang" is a girl's name?Just like those female names called "Shengnan" and "Junqing"?

Yan Qingjiang held the book in his hand and opened another page, the style of the painting on the book suddenly changed: the two people who were separated by the window had already turned around and went to bed, Ye Qi stuck to Yu Lang's body, clasped his wrists together On the top of his head, he took off most of his clothes with one hand, and he tilted his head and pressed Yulang's lips tightly with his lips. The off-screen words were concise and clear - Ye Qi, a flower-picking thief who specializes in picking men, finally met the soul of Yulang, the son of the Liu family Turned upside down, forced him to bed.

The man-picker...the flower-picking thief...the son of the Liu family...brought...brought him to bed?

It turned out to be two men, Yan Qingjiang thought, just like Shichuan and that demon?But why do you want to overlap your lips?

Peeing is a half-immortal, Yan Qingjiang, who is heartless and lustless, seems to be unable to understand the characters and behaviors of the Central Plains in this book for a while, he blinked, and subconsciously stroked his lips with his fingertips.

His throat twitched, and he couldn't help turning another page. He saw two naked men embracing each other. The profile of Ye Qi on the top seemed to be a little intoxicated, while the one on the bottom Yulang covered his eyes with one arm...it looked like

exist......

The off-screen words say: Yulang is emotional, moaning endlessly.

Passionate...moan?

Yan Qingjiang was very dizzy and dazed, before he could look any further, Wen Yu suddenly called him softly outside the door: "Qing...Yan Qing, can you rest?"

Yan Qingjiang: "?!!"

Hearing the sound, Yan Qingjiang couldn't help but clenched the book in his hand. He didn't know why, but he subconsciously thought that Wen Yu must not let Wen Yu see this picture book.

He was flustered and sat on the chair motionless and did not respond, holding his breath so he didn't even dare to breathe, he just wanted to make a false impression that although he was lighting the lamp, he was already fast asleep, hoping that Wen Yu, don't open the door and enter the house.

Wen Yu called him a few more times outside the door, but seeing no one answered, he stopped speaking.

After a while, Yan Qingjiang's clenched heart finally fell. He was exhaling slowly, but unexpectedly, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

He was sitting facing the door of the room. Seeing Wen Yu lift his foot into the room, he was startled, his hands trembled, and he subconsciously stood up. The picture book fell right between the two of them with a "click" .

"I told you not to, I was watching—"

Wen Yu's eyes fell on the open pages of the book, and the word "book" that he hadn't uttered was immediately strangled in his throat.

Just now when Wen Yu returned to the courtyard, he saw that the lights in Yan Qingjiang's room had been turned off, and when he returned to his own room, he found that the pear flower lamp was no longer on the table. He laughed dumbfounded for a moment, and then went to bed early.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, he tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep at night, lifted the quilt and got out of bed again, found a bowl of herbal tea at the table and drank it, went back to lie down for a while, turned over and got out of bed to get up at night.

Wen Yu passed by Yan Qingjiang's house and saw that the lights in his house were lit again, subconsciously called out to him.

After calling a few times and seeing that he should not answer, she was afraid that he would fall asleep while lying on the table watching the lamp again. Wen Yu was afraid that he would catch a cold, so after drinking

Even though he was thinking about it, he pushed open the door of his room lightly, but unexpectedly—

Sitting in front of the lamp, Yan Qingjiang seemed shocked when he came in, and threw the book in his hand at his feet.

Now, it's time for Wen Yu to be frightened.

Because on the opened page of the book, a pair of men were drawn doing things like cloud and rain, the brushstrokes were so delicate that he blushed.

"I... I haven't seen this yet!" Although Yan Qingjiang is ignorant of the world, he is not stupid. He thoughtfully magnified the parts of the two people hidden in the dark, as if he was afraid that people would not be able to see clearly. If he still doesn't understand, he is stupid.

Shocked, he looked into Wen Yu's eyes in a panic, and he, who was born unable to lie, was so honest that he confessed directly: "I only read the first four pages."

Wen Yu: "..."

In fact, he didn't want to know what was drawn on the first four pages of the book. He had a handsome blushing face, and said in embarrassment, "Where did the book come from?"

"Canglan gave it to me, I can't sleep, I want to read a book..." Yan Qingjiang took the initiative to move to the side, revealing the small bag on the table, and confessed without tears, "I just read This one..."

Although Wen Yu is not yet married, he is still an adult man, and he studied medicine when he was in Xishan, so he is not ignorant of human affairs.

In his heart, he repeatedly cursed Ren Canglan upside down eight hundred times, stepped forward to collect all those books, turned his head and picked up the one on the ground, hugged it into his arms with red faces, and only put it down. He said: "Go to bed earlier.", and hurriedly closed the door and left

The.

After Yan Qingjiang left, he felt ashamed to go out tomorrow, and plunged into the bed, kicking his legs and thumping, even wanting to jump into the Shechuan Lake to die.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that he felt a little drowsy, his eyelids were closing together, and he seemed to vaguely smell the scent of pear blossoms leaking into the room from the crack of the window.

The smell was fragrant and elegant, and it brought him back to the sacred tree of the Houwu Clan in an instant.

That night was also so quiet and deserted, the moonlight cast mottled spots of light through the huge foliage trees, he saw Wen Yuli in front of him with a weak expression, thinking that mortals were no better than his clansmen, so he put his lips against his lips and gave some Qing into his stomach.

He helped Wen Yu adjust his breath properly, and as soon as his lips left, he felt a trace of coolness hanging back to his lips.

Seeing that the mortal boy's eyes had returned to clarity, he was about to ask him if he was feeling better, when he saw the man suddenly tilt his head and leaned over, and put his nose against his nose, with a smile in his eyes, and said softly: "If you are Girl, after this kiss, I will marry you if I can't say it."

"Then I..." Yan Qingjiang heard it clearly, and he actually asked him, "Then I am a man, so what?"

The author has something to say:

It's really not a big deal, is it?Didn't I just read a little porn book, um...

This chapter took me four hours, I cried, it was too difficult to write QAQ

This week continues every other day, half of the serialization has been completed, and it will be over in early May without accident.