【Xiyao】Fake prudence

Lan Xichen was so cold that he wanted to turn this warm and gentle village into a snow cave.

This charming young man in white is more eye-catching than the most popular flower girl in the Swallow Tower, but he has an aura that no one should enter, even the most meng lang's eyes do not dare to blaspheme him too much.

The old bustard recognized the cloud pattern, and knew that this person came from the mysterious and noble fake monk temple, even if the cloud pattern could be faked, this face, which is more beautiful than Xi Shi, and more beautiful than Feiyan, must not be faked.

The old lady didn't dare to do anything wrong, she lifted her tube top that was too low by an inch, her face was full of joy, and she was perfunctory to Jin Guangyao: "Feiyan is with other guests right now, I'm afraid she won't be free until midnight Come on, young master might as well order the sign today, set a time, and come tomorrow according to the appointment, so as not to waste time."

The old bustard has greeted and sent off half his life. He has seen all kinds of patrons. He has a pair of piercing eyes, so he can't see the undercurrent between the two brothers in front of him.

A pair of resentful couples, the family failed to win or lose, and went outside to continue fighting in the ring. Feiyan was just a prop used by him for fighting spirit. She didn't use the money tree as a prop.

Jin Guangyao's eyes were also bright, he saw the old bustard's refusal, stretched out his hand, and snaked into Lan Xichen's lapel, took out a stack of bank notes, and pressed them on the table.

"Ask Feiyan to accompany you."

The face of a complete upstart, how vulgar, how stinky, how tasteless.

Even Jin Guangyao himself wanted to slap himself twice, and then asked: "Do you think you can do whatever you want with money?"

Of course money can do whatever it wants.

He guarded until the clouds opened to see the moon, and finally lived a life of doing whatever he wanted—but after his reputation was ruined.

The sores bleeding with pus and blood are exposed in broad daylight, denounced by thousands of people, spurned by thousands of people, stained with sins that cannot be washed clean—no, he is sin, he is sin, he is evil, he is poison.

For the rest of his life, he could only succumb to the shadow cast by Lan Xichen and be an ugly parasite.

This messy life is not worth embellishing at all.

The old bustard had a strange look in his eyes, touched the stack of bank notes with his chubby flesh, and said in a stack of voices: "Yes, yes, yes—may I ask what kind of makeup you like? What kind of clothes? Feiyan didn't?" A fixed phase, all dressed up according to the young master's liking."

There must be a brave man under a heavy reward. In the face of enough money, the money tree is not so precious in an instant-there are as many girls as Jiang Zhiqing, if you lose this one, there will be another one. Women abound.

Jin Guangyao saw the greedy face of the old bustard in his eyes, and felt nauseated for a while. The long-awaited visit to the Swallow Tower was far from pleasant as imagined, only full of desolation.

He has no intention of admiring women's bodies at all, let alone making love with them, what drives him to have fun is only his hatred for Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen wanted him to be chaste, but he wanted to float through the waves.

Jin Guangyao laughed episodically, with a mixture of joy and anger, his cheeks were flushed, he was already drunk before drinking.

He rested his cheeks in his hand, exercising the power of a benefactor: "I love Mrs. Xi's peach blossom makeup the most, and I like to see women wearing white peony-patterned clothes, with cinnabar moles on the center of their eyebrows, that's enough to be seductive."

Jin Guangyao finished ordering the "dishes" with familiarity, thought for a while, and then ordered: "Girl Feiyan, during the spare time when she is doing makeup, first ask a few red cards to accompany her, don't have blood on her lips and hair full of silk flowers. Be elegant and reserved. She is pitiful, petite, knows poetry, and would be even better if she can understand rhythm, both men and women are welcome."

His pointed chin tilted toward Lan Xichen, and he blinked: "It might be a bit hard to find, but my brother-in-law is good at it."

After that, he laughed quite complacently, and poured a glass of wine for Lan Xichen: "Second brother, you're new here, so you're bound to be cautious. Younger brother has the guts to do it for you, don't be surprised."

He has entered the show, turning himself into a prodigal pleasure-seeker with all his heart and soul.

Lan Xichen replied blankly, "I've already seen you as a stranger."

The old bustard stuffed the banknotes into the dark red gauze sleeves, and already regarded the two of them as fat sheep, and hurriedly agreed: "What's the difficulty? Huanfeiyanshou, Chunlanqiuju, Swallow Tower has everything you expect, and Gusu has been full of talents since ancient times." How can the oiran fall behind, how can he be called an oiran if he doesn't know how to compose poems and songs? The girls in Yanzilou have even published a collection of poems!"

She paused for a moment, then twitched and concealed herself, and said, "We have not only oirans here, but also scholars, who are specially recruited for the masculine guests."

"Really? Then come two." Jin Guangyao chatted with the old bustard with great interest, "Mom, look at my beauty, can I win the first place in this building? If I go up to the building, can I be popular?"

The old bustard's smile froze instantly, not daring to answer.

Jin Guangyao raised his head, drank a glass of wine, his eyes were loose: "Second brother, my mother is also an oiran, I was born exactly like her, I was born in a brothel, and grew up until I was 14 years old. ?I don't understand."

"Hurry up and get it done!" Lan Xichen's voice was as cold as ice, and he timely relieved the embarrassment of the bustard, and also relieved his embarrassment.

The bustard immediately pulled away and escaped from the oppressive conservatory.

The room was silent, the jade stove was emitting incense, the red tents and silver hooks, the pictures of beauties on the walls were all half-covered, the carcasses were half hidden under the light veil, and the beautiful pictures, in Lan Xichen's eyes, were all ugly.

With jade-colored fingers clasping the embroidered tablecloth, Lan Xichen stared at Jin Guangyao with indescribable eyes, his shoulders trembling slightly: "You're crazy."

He actually asked Feiyan to paint his wife's peach blossom makeup.

Mrs. Xi, the woman who caused the destruction of two countries, was once accompanied by the kings of the Three Kingdoms. She was the wife of the king of Xi, and was detained by the king of Cai, and finally fell into the hands of the king of Chu.

Jin Guangyao actually compared himself with this.

Who are Xihou and Caihou?Nie Mingjue and Wen Ruohan?

Who is he then?King Wen of Chu?

Lan Xichen didn't dare to ask, he was really scared.

Evil, really evil.

Jin Guangyao understands him too well, he only picks on the enemy, and he intends to die with him together.

Jin Guangyao leaned back in his chair and looked up at the sky, looking like a fish out of water, he said stubbornly, "I'm not crazy, I'm sober."

He sang out of tune again, intermittently, with a hoarse voice.

Qi is like a lamp with oil in the middle of the night, life is like five drums carrying a mountain and the moon, it is the scene of the next life, Lan Xichen is terrified when he hears it.

Lan Xichen grabbed Jin Guangyao's slender arm to prove that this was a living person in front of him, and not a ghost that would disappear when the wind blows.

But Jin Guangyao seemed to be bitten by a snake, and he broke away from him, his big eyes were full of fear for him.

Lan Xichen felt uncomfortable: "Why are you afraid of me? Did I also kick you and humiliate you? I ask myself, I treat you like a jewel."

Jin Guangyao's eyes were piercing, and he looked terribly awake: "That's why I'm afraid of you, you treat me like a jewel, and I'm not an IKEA."

Not long after, four nobles came, two men and two women, all of them were handsome and gentle, with charming temperament, eloquent conversation, and sensible actions. They seemed to be accompanied by two generous benefactors guest.

Their frowns and smiles have been strictly trained, and they are subtle and seductive, persuading them to drink and sing lyrics, playing pipa and harp, so lively, Jin Guangyao seems to be very happy, talking more in half an hour than in half a year, blue Xichen was sitting upright, his face as cold as frost, and he didn't fit in with the atmosphere of laughter and laughter.

The courtiers persuaded them to drink a few times, but Lan Xichen was unmoved, so they all threw themselves into Jin Guangyao's side. Jin Guangyao would not refuse anyone who came, and accepted all orders. top card.

After drinking for three rounds, Jin Guangyao was already drunk, so he asked the four Qingmen to leave the table to play a song "Spring River Flower and Moon Night".

Jin Guangyao's starry eyes were moist, soft as if he had lost his bones, he leaned on Lan Xichen's shoulders, his lips fitted the line of his jaw.

Lan Xichen heard a vague murmur: "Second brother, I'm sorry, I can't promise you with my body."

His heart was pierced like a knife, and he lowered his eyes sadly, resisting the urge to touch him: "I treat you well, that's not why."

Jin Guangyao said again: "I don't love you."

"Yeah." Lan Xichen nodded, his eyelashes trembling, "You told me once."

He felt the warmth and humidity on the side of his neck. He raised his hand to wipe it, and his fingers were moist. Jin Guangyao's entire face was buried in his neck, and his arms wrapped around his arms like vines. Lan Xichen caught a moment or two from the beautiful singing. cry.

Just now she avoids him like a snake and scorpion, and now she cuddles up to him and cries. This evil person is selfish and selfish.

After the song was played, Feiyan finally came flying gracefully. She was dressed according to Jin Guangyao's request, pure and coquettish, the water snake twisted and twisted her waist, and spun like flying between square inches in harmony with the melody.

As the song gradually reached its climax, gauze dresses as thin as cicada's wings fell on the big red quilt like clouds, leaving only a plain white tube top and fairy dress left on Feiyan's body.

The eyes of the two companions were staring straight, and their Adam's apples were rolling.

They didn't break their sleeves at all, they got into this business just to make some quick money.

When the face fades and there is no business to do, they have to take the gold and silver they have saved back to their hometown to marry a wife and have children, and live a normal life.

Jin Guangyao actually kind of envied them, at least they have a future, but he has no future.

Lan Xichen will never let him go, he can only be imprisoned forever, what's more, his mind is clearly disordered, even if he goes far away, there is no way out - rather than living in a foreign land and being a lunatic that everyone makes fun of, it is better to stay with him Lan Xichen tossed about the last part, so that Lan Xichen couldn't get around him for the rest of his life.

He was not a kind person, and his mind was smaller than the eye of a needle, so he couldn't sincerely wish Lan Xichen's sons and daughters around his knees in the future, and his descendants would be full.

As soon as he thinks that there will be a woman who will take his place in the future, who will be by Lan Xichen's side, bear children for him, add fragrance to his red sleeves, spend a peaceful time with him, and sing in harmony, Jin Guangyao will——

Pooh!Fucking years are quiet!

With him here, don't even think about being quiet!Don't even think about it!Lan Xichen can only fly like a dog!

Better yet, wait for him to go completely insane, to the point where he can't distinguish between reality and illusion.

By then, he would be unconscious anyway, and there would be no pain.

Feiyan smiled sweetly, and turned around again, Liuxian's skirt was stretched and flying, like a blooming white peony, it was too beautiful to behold.

Jin Guangyao lost interest.

He found sadly that he didn't yearn for a woman's body as much as he had imagined. Feiyan's naked skin reminded him of his biological mother. Meng Shi had also been naked in public back then, although it was not voluntary.

Jin Guangyao was extremely irritable and dizzy, but he didn't want to bow his head to Lan Xichen, so he tried his best to appear interested, but no matter whether Feiyan winked at him or hooked his fingers, Jin Guangyao didn't corresponding action.

Lan Xichen was a little at a loss, he didn't know where to put his eyes, so he could only rest on the side of Jin Guangyao.

Jin Guangyao forcibly broke Lan Xichen's face, forcing him to look at Feiyan: "Prudish, since you're here, and the money has been spent, why pretend to be innocent? You are interested in me because of your short-sightedness. Look at the beautiful woman Does the exquisite and undulating figure look a hundred times better than mine?"

Lan Xichen really took a look twice, his face didn't turn red and his heart skipped a beat, he turned his head and rubbed hands with Jin Guangyao again.

A soft voice entered Jin Guangyao's ears:

"I don't seem to have told you that when I went to the Qishan symposium, some female cultivators sneaked into my room at night and took off naked in front of me. During the battle of shooting the sun, ghosts and monsters in my camp often sneaked into the pillow seats from the recommendation—— Nie Zhan, you claim to be extremely smart, and you have dabbled in the strengths of many families, why haven't you learned this strength?"

Jin Guangyao's heart was twisted like a knife, and burst into tears in an instant. He drank another glass of mulled wine, and scolded: "Fake prudence! Pseudo-moralism! It turns out that you have experienced many battles, so you can pretend!"

Lan Xichen grabbed the hand that was about to pour the wine, and pressed it to his heart: "Those who came uninvited, I returned them intact, even if they disturbed me, I never put a ban on the door, guess what? Why?"

Jin Guangyao snorted: "Because you really enjoy the feeling of being thrown into your arms."

"No." Lan Xichen's words concealed all kinds of tenderness, "Because I've been looking forward to it, and the person who will come one time will be the person I really want."

Jin Guangyao's bones were fragile, and he realized that he was about to fall, so he quickly pinched his thigh, silently recited the mantra of clearing his heart, and forced himself to see Feiyan.

It's ridiculous, he actually recited the mantra of clearing the heart in the brothel.

Even though the benefactor lacks interest, Feiyan is still doing her duty. The music reaches its climax, her two lotus arms are entangled, weak and boneless, and she turns over behind her, trying to untie her tube top.

"Wait!"

At the last moment, Lan Xichen stood up and interrupted everything.

Feiyan stopped, and the room was silent.

Jin Guangyao leaned back in his chair, with a swaying posture: "Second brother, nothing will cease to exist just because you don't like it. If you can't bear to look down on it, just close your eyes. Why bother to destroy the younger brother's elegance? I'll come out and let the air go It’s not easy once, and the ghost knows that the next time will be the year of the monkey.”

"Get out." Lan Xichen looked coldly at Feiyan and the others, "I am his husband."

In just a few sentences, Hua Niang and the young ladies understood, they didn't even bother to tidy up their musical instruments, and filed out of the warm room.

Jin Guangyao got up with a mandarin duck wine jug, swayed it, poured it on the imperial concubine's couch, and poured wine, and went into a drunken madness.

He imitated Hua Niang's gestures and gestures, making himself a coquettish man: "Enke, your foster Meng Yao can't even watch a striptease? Then go to Laoshizi Hualou? If you don't watch it, don't watch it, I will.""》 Obscenity... meaning》》》Desire, you dance a striptease!"

He giggled, using words to cover up his defeat.

Lan Xichen walked over and stood in the middle of the curtain, more pleasing to the eye than Feiyan.

He raised his hands, put them around the back of his head, and quickly removed his forehead: "You don't mind? ##妖, I'll show you."

With a wave of his hand, he wiped his forehead and flew into the air, and then lightly landed on Jin Guangyao's chest. Jin Guangyao was stunned, the wine pot dropped from his hand, and fell to the ground with a bang.

In a moment of panic, Lan Xichen took off his belt again, and threw the jade belt on the imperial concubine's couch, causing Jin Guangyao almost to bounce.

Lan Xichen didn't have all kinds of tricks like flying swallows, and he didn't know how to make provocative moves. He just stared at Jin Guangyao with cold eyes, and at the same time took off slowly, one after another, peeling off the cocoons, and his movements were as elegant as Jin Guangyao's gift. A rare treasure for him.

He himself is that rare treasure.

Lan Xichen seemed to be bathed in moonlight, making Jin Guangyao dazzled.

How could anyone be holy even undressing.

Lan Xichen stripped off to the point where only a layer of pure white single clothes remained, under which the graceful body lines were faintly visible. This body was perfect and could withstand any harsh inspection.

He is the miracle of nature.

Jin Guangyao was fascinated by it, and couldn't help stretching out his fingers to trace the shape of the body in the void.

Lan Xichen calmed down, untied his belt, opened his skirt, and removed the last covering of his upper body inch by inch.

A miracle appeared.

Jin Guangyao's heart was pounding like a deer, and he grabbed Lan Xichen's forehead, trembling like crazy, "Nie Zhan...you are the Nie Zhan, that's enough, I've seen enough, don't continue, I'm afraid You're gone, aren't you done?"

Nie Yi begged for mercy and gave in, but Lan Xichen didn't intend to stop, his slender fingers hooked into the gap between his trousers and his waist.

Jin Guangyao inspired him, and he really acted to beat him up: "Nie Zhan, you provoked me first, and you still want to get away with it?"

Jin Guangyao's eyes slid down, and he saw the bony lumps, the waistband of his trousers was already crumbling, and he flicked his jade finger lightly, revealing an inch of forbidden land.

He whispered: "Don't!"

Regardless of Sanqi 21, he grabbed the curly cloud pattern robe that was still warm, covered his head and face and rushed out the door.

Before being completely defeated, Jin Guangyao fled.