Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

Later, He Yan was carried to the bed with her legs separated and straddling Hang Che's waist.

He himself can't count how many times he has been sent to the cloud by Hang Che and released. He has been responding enthusiastically, wanting to turn over and roll over, but Hang Che abnormally pushed him into the soft brocade quilt time and time again, from time to time. Kiss him up and down.

His two legs were kept separated on Hang Che's waist. In the end, due to his profound spiritual power, his body was weak after extreme excitement and long-term spasms. He wanted to fall asleep, but he became more sensitive and stuck In the middle, he tried many times to use his mouth to help Hang Che relieve it, but Hang Che persistently blocked him with his mouth.

It was too stalemate, like an endless sea of ​​desire, he knew instinctively that as long as Hang Che didn't stop, this affair couldn't be let go.

Finally, his legs wrapped around Hang Che's waist tremblingly, his chin was raised high, revealing his fragile throat, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

This is a gesture of giving up resistance, breaking the jar, and doing whatever you like...you can choose it.

Even though his consciousness was a little confused, he still remembered that Hang Che had never been satisfied. With this stalemate, he completely understood that there was only one way for Hang Che to relieve him.

He, Young Master Liang, He Sanye, a pure man of two lifetimes, will one day be...

If that person is Hang Che, it's not impossible.

He Yan hooked her lips and smiled seductively.

After a lot of tossing until now, the sky was slightly bright, He Yan covered his eyes with one hand, but he couldn't stop the flushing of his cheeks, the bright lips and the watery light in the corners of his eyes.

This gesture of offering himself made him feel very embarrassed, the person on his body stopped moving, even though he blocked his eyes, he could still feel those two hot and intense gazes.

He really didn't dare to take a look at Hang Che at this moment, as long as he took another look, he would definitely turn over suddenly and rush up, crushing that pure and pure Zhuoyu Jun under him.

God knows how beautiful Hang Che is!

Especially for Hang Che at this moment, when those cleanest black eyes are stained with strong lust, he will be devoured if he takes one more look.

Just thinking about the matter of putting Zhuo Yujun under him can fill people with the supreme sense of accomplishment of conquering.

He Yan's legs hooked around Hang Che's waist moved, as if urging -- you can do it if you want.

It is said that if the technique is good, the one below will be very comfortable, He Yan thought, Zhuo Yujun is familiar with the fourth column, it is worth looking forward to, isn't it.

He Yan's legs hooked up again.

It was extremely quiet for a while, except for the violent panting of each other's rhythm.

He Yan refrained from looking at Hang Che, his arms were smooth and flushed, he looked a little weak due to the long-term emotion, and the gesture of gently closing his eyes showed an indescribable embarrassment and fragility.

The two sides gave in to each other silently, He Yan hooked her lips again in a funny way, and urged in a low voice: "My Zhuoyu Jun, hurry up."

Above him, Hang Che's breathing stagnated suddenly, and He Yan also forgot to breathe, and was so quiet for a moment that he could hear the affection in Hang Che's intense eyes.

The next moment, He Yan was picked up, turned over, her legs were brought together, and Hang Che started to move between his legs.

Although he didn't enter that place, He Yan still felt embarrassed by this inferior and bearing posture. He bit his lip slightly, and the skin between his legs was so hot that the skin was the most delicate. Under Hang Che's strength, The skin was worn out in a few strokes.

That kind of strong and firm rhythm seemed to crash into his body through that tight flesh, and He Yan inexplicably felt that she was being filled slowly.

This is a very delicate state of mind, He Yan is so proud that it is impossible to kneel down under anyone, and others will not even think about looking down on him.But at this moment, he actually felt satisfied in this awkward copulation-like position.

He Yan thought, no matter whether she is a man or a woman, to be so strongly desired and loved by a person is something that makes people dizzy with happiness.

Hang Che was finally released.

Although the spiritual power is profound, the body that has been released too many times is too exhausted. Almost as soon as He Yan felt the scorching heat between her legs, she sank into the soft brocade quilt and fell asleep without even lifting a finger. .

Hang Che sat quietly by the bed, looking at He Yan.The flushing on Yu Yunhou's face that could not fade for a long time, and the short section of jade-like neck outside the brocade quilt, there were red marks left by intense gnawing on it, showing how intense his tasting was before.

The smooth skin under the brocade quilt was covered with red marks, bruises, and numerous tooth marks. When he wiped it with a cotton kerchief, every muscle under his hands would tremble involuntarily even when his master was asleep, especially the heels of his legs, which were red and swollen. If the skin is broken, if you touch it lightly, there will be a slight spasm there, which must be very painful.

A normal person's reaction to pain would be to avoid the touch of the wound, but He Yan just flinched and shook slightly, her limbs were still stretched out towards him, allowing him to move.

This gesture of whole-hearted trust and commitment made Hang Che's devout wiping movements tremble slightly, and the worry about gains and losses in his heart became more and more intense - he wanted everything about He Yan.

This is his wife, no one can take He Yan away.

He Yan is not someone, He Yan is just his Yan'er.

After wiping it carefully, Hang Che turned his eyes back to He Yan's face. He Yan's cheeks were still flushed and the corners of his eyes were rosy. Hair, stare for a long time.

He was silent, saying over and over again in his heart: "You are mine."

"With me here, you just need to be He Yan."

After years of practice, the body has cultivated the habit of being awake at a fixed time every day. When the bell rang for the morning class at the Hang family, He Yan opened her eyes sleepily, and saw Hang Che sitting beside the bed.

The light filtered by the window paper was very soft, hitting the side of Hang Che's face.

White face, lips that never fade after intense heat, upright figure, slightly drooping eyes, two quiet eyelashes, blue and white soft Confucian attire - this appearance, rather, looks like Hang Che's talent. It's like a shy new daughter-in-law who has been ravaged miserably.

He Yan really fell in love with Hang Che's calm, dignified and slightly shy look after this kind of affair.

His throat moved, and before he called Hang Che, Hang Che had turned to look at him and said, "Yan'er, let's go to sleep again."

Naturally, he had to sleep again, last night was too hot, he indulged himself, coupled with Hang Che's intense tasting, half self-inflicted and half forced, he was about to die from exhaustion.

His body was refreshed, and the heels of his legs were cool. It should be that Hang Che had healed his wounds and applied medicine.

There was a chill on his forehead, and Hang Che's lips rested on it. He Yan closed his eyes quietly, and listened to Hang Che's words: "I'm going to morning class, and I still have to deal with some things. When you wake up again, I'll be back."

He Yan felt peaceful in her heart, and replied, "Okay."

After Hang Che's morning class, he did not go directly to Mr. Chun Xin to say hello as he did in the past.

He has been walking to the depths of the academy, passing through patches of plum forests and houses, walking across small bridges and winding paths, heading north towards an increasingly quiet place.

There are many kinds of plums planted in Hangjia Anxiang Academy. In the southern area, the lively bone-red Zhaoshui plums and the unique Jade Butterfly Longyou green calyx plums are the main ones. Looking at the past, there is a large area of ​​pale pink Taige plum.

Wearing an elegant green and white Confucian outfit and a straight figure, Hang Che walked among them, as if a fairy king had come to the world.

He kept walking, and finally stopped in front of a small courtyard against the mountain.

In front of the small courtyard is a curved pond, surrounded by a circle of white and green plums, the water reflects the plum blossoms, and the flowers fall on the water, creating a white and fragrant scene.

This is the most beautiful place with the most white plums in Hangjia.

Obviously, a very clever formation has been set up here, the four seasons are cool, and the white plums are in full bloom all year round.There is a stone table and two stone benches under the plum tree that blooms the most. The fire can be roasted, and the mellow wine aroma will be mixed with plum fragrance. Before you can take a sip of warm wine, you can get drunk just by smelling it.

There is still an inkstone on the table, waiting for the scholar's auxiliary paper, and he picks up the pen and draws plums with a swipe.

They seem to have been waiting for the return of the elegant empty tiger.

Hang Che was walking to the stone table, with the most gorgeous white plums on top of his head, as soon as he stood still, some of them entangled and fell on him.

Everywhere is white, only some other colors on his body: thick black hair, bright red lips that last half a day after intense heat, and the blue waves of river and sea patterns on the bottom of the Confucian dress cuffs.

He lowered his hand to lift the jug, and there was the sound of slowly pouring wine in his ears. Hang Che stood silently for a while, raised his hand to stroke the plum petals on his hair, walked around the corner of the pool, and pushed away the small courtyard the door.

The pool water reflects his elegant clothes and tall and straight figure in front of the door. The flowers are quiet and the color is pure white. He is alone, walking through the colorful, as if condensing all the spirit of this pool of clear water and white plums. .

The courtyard door opened with a "squeak" and the water was still shining in the white green. There were a few clusters of plum trees on both sides of the path leading to the main house, which had not been lived in for many years. Blooming plum branches passed through with their heads down, stepping on a field of petals, stepping on the green steps, and pushing open the second door.

This is the living room of the empty tiger——Moxuan.

What a wonderful person indeed.

Compared with the simplicity and simplicity of Hang Che's "Moon Dusk", the furnishings here are extremely exquisite, from the unique green sandalwood tables and chairs to the sky blue silk tents, the same color of blue and white porcelain cups, pots and vases to the plum blossom three-lane screen, there is nothing wrong with it. It doesn't show the elegance of the owner here.

Especially the ink paintings all over the wall, each painting is plum, black ink, but people can tell at a glance that the painting is white plum, with exquisite brushwork and elegant style.

The name "Moxuan", which is opposite to Baimei, is taken from the unique ink painting of Kong Shanjun.

Mo Xuan, Hang Che has been here once, and this is his second time.

The Hang family all lamented that Moxuan's restraint was strict, just because the empty tiger was obsessed with cleanliness and never allowed others to enter. Now that the empty tiger has been away for fifty years, any irrelevant people are still not welcome to enter here.

But it was easy for Hang Che to enter the courtyard twice. He seemed to be born with those forbidden footwork and spells. It was as easy as drinking water and walking, like a habit that went deep into the bone marrow. Every door seemed to be waiting for him to open it. .

The last time he came here, he was permeated by this horrifying feeling of being an old man and refused to set foot in it again. Even though he loved the Baimei here very much, every time he would just stop from a distance and take a look.

He walked around the room silently, finally stopped in front of the bed, and saw a painting.

In the painting is a plum tree in the wind and snow, which is very typical of the artistic conception of "rain, snow, frost, and deep fragrance" of the Hang family. Hang Che looked at it calmly, as if he was looking at the painting, or looking through the painting. What, for a long while, as if he had a tacit understanding, he moved his fingers slightly, lifted them up, and made a movement of picking them apart.

The painting on the face was lifted off the table, revealing another painting hidden under it.

It was a portrait of a man.

Different from the understatement of other ink paintings, the room is full of elegance, only this one is full of thick and colorful paintings of the man's long eyebrows, bright black eyes, and long fluttering hair; only this painting is dyed red , dyed two vermilion lips with red sand, bright red headband, strong belt and big red lines.

The man in the painting is dressed in black and with a red belt, and his smile is unrestrained.

Hang Che froze in place, his breathing stagnant.

This is the painting by Kong Shanjun, hidden in a room of elegance, the only highlight that is so soul-stirring. It is a character from two generations ago, and I have never seen it before. Just looking at the portrait, people can't help shouting out that name from the bottom of their hearts—— — Lou Lang.

Phi incense to make Lou Lang.

This is the legendary Lou Lang.

It is very difficult to find two people who are exactly the same in this world, even twins have differences, their faces are different, their temperaments are also different, but that presumptuous smile... Hang Che's heart blunted.

Turn your face away sternly.

After closing the double doors of Moxuan, Hang Che left stepping on a field of white plums, and re-entered the southern area of ​​Hangjia, which was getting more and more colorful from the inside to the outside. He walked slowly, calmly, and finally knelt in front of Chun Xinjun's door.

Chun Xinjun didn't seem to be surprised by his move, he knelt down and asked, "Why are you here?"

Hang Che said: "Uncle great-grandfather, what kind of person is Kongshan Jun?"

Chun Xinjun didn't answer Hang Che's literal meaning, and replied without flirting: "It's like you, but it's not like you."

Hang Che raised his head and understood the meaning of Chun Xinjun's words. Chun Xinjun really knew that he was different in this life, and he frankly met Chun Xinjun's rarely solemn gaze: "Great-uncle and grandfather, I was Lin Yun in my previous life."

Chun Xinjun put his hands on Hang Che's shoulders, and pressed Hang Che's straight knees into a kneeling position, and then he sat cross-legged in front of Hang Che. In this way, one kneeling and another sitting, it was like two generations talking.

Chun Xinjun said slowly: "You are talented and intelligent. You have been calmer and calmer than other children since you were young. You are 16 years old at the early stage of Golden Core, 19 years old at the middle stage of Golden Core, and 22 years old at the late stage of Golden Core. The geniuses of the Hang family have not been able to reach it, not even the Anxiang Zun who opened the door of the Hang family."

Chun Xinjun smiled reassuringly, and then said: "Old man, I was considered a top-notch person in the second generation of the Hang family, but I didn't advance as far as you. The generations of the Hang family are talented Zhuo Jue, as far as talent is concerned, you are almost the same as that Kongshan Jun, but you are able to stand out from the blue, what is the reason?"

"You dared to go to the hunting ground alone with a sword at the age of ten. I was terrified at the time, old man. Who knew that you could take down that evil spirit without my help. Your talent and appearance are very similar to your father, but your father is very When he was 15 years old, he loved reading poetry. He first went hunting alone at the age of [-]. You are five years earlier than your father."

"You have come to this point early, and you are absolutely extraordinary. Although Xianshi can also find people who can reach the crown and advance to the late stage of Jindan, there is only one person like Lou Lang in thousands of years. If he is blessed by fate, in my opinion, you It's a perseverance beyond his age."

"Your kind of mind is hard to match in one life. Hang Che, don't say that you have one life experience before you, but say that you have two lives. I believe it, old man."

"Hang Che, are you afraid that you are an empty tiger, or are you worried that you are not an empty tiger?"

"You kneel here today, what do you want to ask me for?"