wind blowing wind

The patterns are all the opposite of his, forming a symmetrical pattern, one on the left and one on the right, from which they can be joined together.

Thinking of this, his heart moved, and he said, "Chang Guang."

"The slave is here."

"Go back to Qianlong Palace."

"Yes."

【Qianlong Temple】

Zuoqiujie kept walking back to the bedroom.

Outside the Qianlong Hall is a warm pool with a few willows planted outside the pool, which is now desolate.This Wang Wen pool is the emperor's bath, only used in sunny and hot weather.But now in winter, a layer of ice has already formed on it.Not far from the bathing pool, there is a vine-wood swing. Although it is snowing, the swing is clean and spotless. It is covered with a felt, and the vine ropes are wrapped with cotton cloth for protection. It is Zuoqiujie's favorite.

This bedroom is huge, and the floor is covered with blankets from the Western Regions. In winter, there is no need to wear shoes, and it is extremely comfortable to step on them with bare feet.Fleece and warm hibiscus curtains are hung on all sides, and the walls are densely covered.Because Zuo Qiujie was afraid of the cold, the icy walls of the palace were surrounded by tents.

There is a large incense burner in the middle of the bedroom, and there are two small companions on both sides, which can warm the whole bedroom while the fragrance is dense.The large carved wooden windows are closed, and you can feel refreshed when you open them in summer.The roof of the bedroom is made of deep and elegant golden nanmu, which is hard and strong, and can not be invaded by wind and rain.On the other side, there is a cabinet with a large and round silver mirror on it, an ox horn comb on the table, a gold basin on the other side, and some daily necessities.

Not far from the censer, facing the window obliquely, bypassing the exquisite screen, is the dragon bed.The large and comfortable Arhat bed is adopted, and there are low steps under the bed for placing shoes and socks.The bed is covered with a blanket and quilt, and the gauze-like hibiscus curtain pours down, adding a bit of charm.

Not far from the bed is a small cabinet with some small ornaments, or sachets, or dragon crowns.

Zuo Qiujie walked to the cabinet in three steps at a time, opened the third layer, and took out his safety lock.With trembling hands, the two locks were slowly approached—they were exactly the same, flawless.

He pondered for a moment, then carefully put the two locks together, his was right and the other was left.

A perfect match, a heart-to-heart bond.

clang.

There was a light sound, as if a certain mechanism of the left lock was touched, and suddenly something slipped out of the left lock, Zuo Qiujie immediately caught it and held it in the palm of his hand, and looked intently - it was actually a small piece of paper. The gold piece lay quietly on his palm like this.He turned it over, and suddenly saw the handwriting on the gold plate, "Brother misses it so much".

Dead silence.

Just when the silence that couldn't even accommodate the huge sleeping palace was about to explode, as if the empty Qianlong Temple was almost lifeless, Zuo Qiujie suddenly looked up to the sky:

"Hahahahaha!" He laughed loudly, almost crying, that laugh seemed arrogant, funny, sad, heartbroken, the meaning was unclear and unpredictable.He held the pair of double locks and the gold piece tightly for a while, and finally calmed down.

He threw himself on the bed, enjoying the soft touch, and at the same time lifted the locks, stroking the locks with his slender fingers, looking gloomy, through the gap between the locks, looking at the other hand gold flakes.

The red lips parted slightly, whispering between the teeth.

One is at the edge of the sky, the other is at the corner of the earth. When I am born, my shadow does not depend on my shape, and when I die, my soul does not depend on my dream.

Author Jun Passing: Hehehe, guess who Liuting is~~

【Uncle Xia Hall】

"Brother, long time no see." Song Yanchu got off his horse and said with a smile on his face.

"Junior brother, you went to a martial arts conference for three months." Uncle Xia looked at Song Yanchu who walked in from the door, and then saw Wei Shengni following behind him. coming."

"I like it." Wei Sheng said in a bad tone.

Uncle Xia just wanted to continue talking when he was interrupted by Song Yanchu: "I'm sorry, brother, I was delayed on the way."

"Why do you look so bad, you must have been sick." Uncle Xia was stubborn, but soft-hearted.He still took care of Song Yanchu as his child, and when he saw Song Yanchu, he asserted that he had been ill.

"It's just a minor illness, I'm worrying my brother." Song Yanchu comforted him.

"Go back to your room and rest. Remember to drink some medicine. I'll go back to the medicine stove to see the pill." Uncle Xia said displeased, then turned and went inside.

Watching Uncle Xia leave, Song Yanchu hesitated to speak: "Back to back..."

"Don't want to part with me?" Wei Sheng teased leisurely, clasping his hands on his chest, his eyes beaming with joy.

Song Yanchu's eyes dimmed when he heard that, he was indeed nostalgic for the feeling of going back to his side, after escaping for three months, what should exist still exists.

"Is Suhui and Yu Junhou at odds?" Song Yanchu saw the subtle feelings between the two along the way.

"This is out of my control." Wei Shengni said helplessly.

"I can't stop you from wading into the court in the end." Song Yanchu sighed softly.

"It was not my intention."

"However, three months is enough." Song Yanchu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if a tight string had broken.

"What's enough?" Wei Shengni's face darkened, and he frowned his beautiful brows.

Song Yanchu smiled softly, and slowly smoothed Wei Sheng's frowning brow with his slender fingers, and said gently: "In the Western Regions, I can be with you for three months, I am very content."

"What about after that?" Wei Shengni asked with difficulty.

Song Yanchu was taken aback for a moment, unable to speak for a long time.

Wei Shengni couldn't bear it anymore, and hugged Song Yanchu tightly as if he was catching a life-saving rope. The rebellious boy is now just a person who puts down his self-esteem and begs.

"do not leave me."

"Go back..." Song Yanchu stretched out his arms to embrace Wei Shengni, like the warm sun sweeping away the gloom from Wei Shengni's body, perhaps he was already deeply immersed in it, and he didn't want this young man in red to sink into the glacier.

Wei Shengni kissed Song Yanchu's lips domineeringly, skillfully pried open the other's teeth like a storm, and the fierce and affectionate deep kiss arrived as expected.And Song Yanchu closed his eyes and kissed back jerkyly, only thinking of using all the tenderness in his body to appease the other party's troubled mood.

The jerky response even aroused Wei Shengni to go even closer to crazy plundering. He was unceremonious, clasped Song Yanchu's head tightly and stepped up the offensive. There was no gap between the overlapping lips, eager for every breath of the other party. , Tongue almost reached Song Yanchu's throat.

A simple kiss was no longer enough, Wei Shengni hugged the confused Song Yanchu without saying a word, and arrived at Song Yanchu's room accurately like a gust of wind.

He gently put Song Yanchu on the bed, lit the stove in the room to dispel the chill in the room.

Song Yanchu just wanted to sit up when he was pressed down heavily by Wei Shengni. Before he could react, there was another warm and soft kiss on his lips, which gradually destroyed his consciousness.

"No... um..."

Wei Shengni didn't give Song Yanchu a chance to say more. After lingering on Song Yanchu's lips for a while, he moved down presumptuously and gently untied the other party's belt. The loose clothes quickly fell off, revealing his round and fair face. shoulders.

Song Yanchu gasped for the indescribable itchiness and trembling brought about by the dense kiss. He resisted the discomfort and weakly pushed back the struggle, but his soft strength made him more ambiguous in wanting to refuse or welcome.

"Hmm back to stop..."

"What's the matter?" Wei Shengni raised his head from Song Yanchu's shoulder, and looked tenderly at Song Yanchu whose cheeks were flushed.

"I..." Song Yanchu faltered for a long time, unable to say a word, his long eyelashes fluttering nervously.

The two looked at each other like this, and when Wei Shengni wanted to leave, Song Yanchu suddenly turned his head away, closed his eyes tightly, bit his lower lip tightly, like a hero going to death.

Seeing this, Wei Shengni couldn't help chuckling, "You won't regret it?"

Song Yanchu just shook his head in embarrassment, and got the other party's consent, Wei Shengni kissed Song Yanchu's tightly closed eyes affectionately, and the two returned to the bed after taking a bath.

The curtains slipped and the clothes fell to the ground, as light as a cicada's wings.

Song Yanchu was lying on the bed nervously and shyly, his body was flawless, and his pink nipples added a bit of charming spring to his frail body.

"Don't be afraid." Wei Shengni comforted Song Yanchu by hugging him tightly.

Feeling the strong embrace of the other party, Song Yanchu's eyes were covered with mist, and two blushes appeared on his fair cheeks. He gradually relaxed and nodded, then shrank into Wei Shengni's arms like a kitten, softly Said softly: "Slow...slowly..."

The sudden beauty threw Wei Shengni into his head with a burst of desire. He tried his best to suppress the urge to ravage, and gently kissed Song Yanchu's body as if treating a fragile treasure, savoring every inch of tender tenderness. The skin, the faint fragrance of herbs rests on the bed curtain.

"Well, going back..."

"I'm here." Wei Shengni gently comforted the person under him, stroking the shy nipple with his fingertips, and leaned over to lick and bite the soft tongue circle after the person under him got used to his touch Sucking around the bright red areola, biting her lips and teeth.

"Hmm, don't..." Song Yanchu hummed weakly, his beautiful eyes were misty, followed by a strange clenched crotch.

Wei Sheng held Song Yanchu's slightly wet penis against his fingers, accurately clasped the two balls between his fingers, flipped and kneaded and rubbed lightly and heavily, and wrapped up the whole penis in a short while and stroked it attentively. .

The unfamiliar pleasure rushed up from his crotch to his forehead, Song Yanchu trembled in panic and fear, he looked at Wei Shengni timidly, with jerky fear in his blurred eyes, his legs trembled and he clamped tightly.

"Go back..." Song Yanchu bit his lip subconsciously, looking at Wei Shengni shyly with his watery eyes.

Wei Shengni gasped as he watched, and gently pinched Song Yanchu's chin to free those bright red lips: "Don't bite!