[Lu Xiaofeng] Girl, please marry me!

When Yan Jinchao and his party returned to the City Lord's Mansion, it was already dark, and Yan Ji, holding white sugar cake in his arms, went straight to Ye Gucheng's study to find his City Lord's father.It's just that before he got to the study, he was told that Ye Gucheng was not in the study.

"Mother, where did Daddy go?" Yan Ji raised his head and asked Yan Jinzhao.

"Mother doesn't know, why don't you give the white sugar cake to Mo Hui and ask him to give it to your father, and mother will accompany you back to eat, okay?" Yan Jinchao squatted down and said to Yan Ji.Running outside all day can be tiring for adults, let alone children.

Yan Ji hesitated for a moment, then gave Mo Hui the white sugar cake in his hand, "Uncle Mo, it's for Dad." Then he turned around and took Yan Jinzhao's finger with his small hand, "Mother, I'm going back."

"Mo Hui, what's the matter with the city lord today?" Ye Gucheng is actually very homely, and usually rarely goes out in the city lord's mansion, and since she and Yan Ji arrived in Baiyun City, they have dinner together every day.It was apparently almost dinner time today, but no one was there.

Mo Hui put away the white sugar cake that Yan Ji gave him, thought for a moment, and said: "A few days ago, I heard that Taoist Mu might pass by Baiyun City, but the city lord is not in the mansion, maybe Taoist Mu arrived in Baiyun City ahead of time. "

Wooden Taoist?Yan Jinzhao was startled, she had heard from Lu Xiaofeng that this person was an elder of the Wudang sect, very famous, he was number one in chess, second in drinking, and third in sword wielding.

Yan Jinzhao nodded, took Yan Ji's hand and walked towards the pear garden.

"Ma'am, the kitchen asked where is the dinner?" Zi Wan asked after putting the sweet-scented osmanthus wine sent by the townspeople back to the ink garden.

"Let's put it in the pear garden." If Ye Gucheng was going to meet Taoist Mu, he probably wouldn't have dinner with them.

"Ma'am, who is the city lord going to see?"

"Didn't Mo Hui say that you are going to see Taoist Mu?"

"Mu Taoist, who is it?" Yan Ji raised his head and asked curiously.

Yan Jinzhao looked at his small face and saw that there was still thin sweat on his forehead, so he took out a handkerchief to help him wipe it off, "Mother is not very clear, it should be... a person who is very good at using swords."

"Better than Uncle Ximen?" Yan Ji looked disbelieving.

Yan Jinzhao sighed with a smile, and said casually, "I don't know about that. When you meet Uncle Lu some other day, you can ask him who is better."

"Daddy can also use a sword!" Yan Ji took Yan Jinzhao's hand, bouncing and bouncing.

"Yes, your father can also use a sword."

"Father is better or Uncle Ximen is better?"

"Who does the young master think is the best?" Zi Wan, who was at the side, asked curiously.

Yan Ji stopped abruptly, thought for a while, and started bouncing again. "Uncle Ximen is amazing!"

Zi Wan was a little stunned, looked at the restless little Yan Ji, then turned her head and said to Yan Jinzhao: "I thought the young master would say that the city master is more powerful."

With a "puchi", Yan Jinzhao couldn't help laughing. "Why would he say it's Ye Gucheng?" In terms of getting along with each other and the depth of feelings, Ximen Chuuxue always holds more weight in Xiao Yanji's heart.Although Yan Ji had no problem accepting this father who popped up out of nowhere and liked it quite a bit, that didn't mean...he had a deep affection for this city lord's father.

Zi Wan was speechless, and after a while she murmured: "Do I want to say that the city lord asked for it, or that he is pitiful?"

"..."

When Ye Gucheng returned to the ink garden, Yan Jinzhao had already returned from the pear garden, Yan Ji ran outside all day, and was put to sleep by Yan Jinzhao early after dinner, Ziwan Zisu stayed in the pear garden to watch Yan Ji, She is also very relieved.

When Ye Gucheng entered the room, Yan Jinzhao was in a daze at the sweet-scented osmanthus wine given by the man from the mandala.

"What is that?" Ye Gucheng asked.

Yan Jinzhao came back to his senses, and said with a smile, "That's a good vintage wine someone gave me."

Ye Gucheng nodded slightly, took off his outer robe and hung it on the screen.Yan Jinzhao blinked and asked, "Is Taoist Mu here today?"

"Well, he came, but left again." Ye Gucheng replied quietly, but looking over, it's not hard to find that there is a bit of joy in his deserted brows at this time.

Yan Jinzhao was startled, it is rare to see Ye Gucheng showing such emotions, so he took a porcelain cup and poured a cup of warm water for him, "You are in a good mood."

Ye Gucheng took her porcelain cup, "It's really good."

Yan Jinzhao looked at him, and Ye Gucheng's pale lips became moist after drinking water, which made her throat itch, and she looked away. "Why?"

"Taoist Mu passed by Baiyun City. My self-created sword moves the flying immortals from the sky. It's the first time I tried it with him." He lifted the hem of his robe and sat on the chair in front of the round table in the small hall.

Yan Jinchao raised his slender eyes and looked at him.I saw a smile on his brows, and his originally cold facial features became soft and charming at this moment.Her heartbeat started to stop, and she asked, "How was the result of the trial move?"

"Mu Taoist believes that in today's world, there may be only one person who can take over my trick of Flying Immortal from Beyond the Sky." Ye Gucheng's tone could not conceal his pride, and his unique aloofness was in his eyes.

"Who is that person? Ximen?" Yan Jinzhao asked.

Ye Gucheng glanced at her when he heard the words, and said, "Ximen Chuuxue is a first-rate swordsman rarely seen in the world today, but what Taoist Mu said was not about him."

"Who is that?"

"Lu Xiaofeng."

Yan Jinzhao was slightly taken aback, and then remembered Lu Xiaofeng's consonant finger.She heard from Lu Xiaofeng that his skills are different from those of Ximen Chuuxue and others, he doesn't like to hurt people for no reason, so his skills are more defensive.In this world, so far, there is nothing that Lu Xiaofeng can't hold with two fingers.

She smiled and said: "Then I know why Lu Xiaofeng was able to take over your Heavenly Flying Immortal." Speaking of which, Lu Xiaofeng also promised to teach Xiaoji Lingxi one finger, this skill is really good.

Ye Gucheng looked at Yan Jinchao, Yan Jinzhao walked to the round table, picked up the jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and said with a smile: "A finger from Lu Xiaofeng's consonance may be able to pinch your sword edge."

"No one has ever been able to pinch my sword." Ye Gucheng said, seeing Yan Jinzhao walking out with what looked like a jar of wine, his eyebrows were slightly raised, "What is that?"

"This is someone from the city giving me good old wine." Yan Jinzhao smiled, and suddenly turned his eyes to look at Ye Gucheng. "Ye Gucheng, do you like drinking?"

"I never drink."

"I heard that this wine has been aged for more than 20 years. It is a rare and good wine. Ye Gucheng, do you want to try it?" I don't know how such a lonely person will behave when he is drunk?Is it still as deserted as it is now, or is it completely different?

Ye Gucheng was startled, and slowly looked at her.

Yan Jinzhao met his gaze, and his heart skipped a beat. Would Ye Gucheng be so supernatural that he knew what was going on in her heart?No way?She was silent, lowered her eyes, and said in a low voice: "Actually, I know you don't drink alcohol. I'm just too happy today. It's okay. When Lu Xiaofeng comes next time, I will taste the wine with him. Just fine."

"You often drink with Lu Xiaofeng?" His tone was a bit weird.

"No, just occasionally." Speaking of Lu Xiaofeng, Yan Jinzhao rubbed a smile in his voice, "He likes to drink, sometimes when he comes to Ping'an Town, I would occasionally accompany him for a drink or two."

"Occasionally?" Ye Gucheng paused for a moment, then said softly, "Bring the wine here."

The implication is probably that the city lord condescends and is willing to make an exception and have a few drinks with her.But for some reason, Yan Jinzhao looked at him, always feeling weird.

"Didn't you tell me to taste that altar of fine wine?" He tapped the round table with five fingers and asked her in a slow tone.

"You? Really want to taste it?" Yan Jinzhao looked at him suspiciously.

Ye Gucheng looked at her, and said in a deep voice, "Am I the one who says nothing?"

Of course, Ye Gucheng was not a person who backtracked on what he said, and seeing that he was willing to drink, Yan Jinzhao was also secretly happy.In fact, Mo Hui said that Ye Gucheng never drank alcohol at all. Since he did not drink alcohol at all, then probably his capacity for alcohol is not very good, right?She doesn't drink very well, but with her, it should be easy to get Ye Gucheng drunk, seeing how drunk he is, right?

Thinking about it this way, Yan Jinzhao walked over with the wine jar in his arms, with a somewhat uncertain tone, "Do you really want to drink? Don't you regret it?" He said, but he slapped the jar to seal the jar, and found two cups , Poured two glasses of wine.

Sure enough, it was a good old wine, and as soon as the jar was opened, the aroma of the wine filled the whole room instantly, and there was also a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

"Is there sweet-scented osmanthus in it?"

"Yes, this is sweet-scented osmanthus wine. I went to help a pregnant woman to see a doctor. His family insisted on giving me this wine in order to thank me. The enthusiasm was hard to lose, so I brought this jar back. I heard that it is Buried for 20 years."

Yan Jinchao handed one of the cups to Ye Gucheng, picked up one of the cups himself, tapped the jade cup lightly, and it was extraordinarily crisp in the quiet space.

"This cup, I wish you success in swordsmanship." The charming aroma of the wine, just smelling it, makes one feel drunk before drinking.

"Thank you." Ye Gucheng raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

When Yan Jinzhao saw this, a charming smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.I heard that this wine has a strong aftertaste, Ye Gucheng drank so crisply, isn't he afraid?But regardless of whether he was afraid or not, when she thought of seeing the drunk Ye Gucheng later, she felt very novel and ready to move.

One cup after another, two cups, three cups, four cups, five cups... Most of the jar of wine is gone, Ye Gucheng's eyes are still clear, not half drunk, but it is Yan Jinzhao, with a plain white hand propping his chin, his beautiful eyes are misty , seemed to be a little bit drunk, his eyes moved, and he turned around, showing a lazy style, without the usual dignified self-control.

Her lazy posture fell into Ye Gucheng's eyes, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he took the altar of fine wine on the table, "Do you want to drink?"

Yan Jinchao frowned slightly, propped his forehead with one hand, and looked up at him, "Huh?"

Ye Gucheng's eyes were bright, and he showed a very faint smile, "There is still here, do you still want to drink? If you are happy, we will not get drunk tonight."

Yan Jinzhao blinked, and it took him a while to realize, "No, I won't drink." She stood up, feeling top-heavy and a little out of control.She propped her hands on the table, shook her head, and murmured, "I don't want to drink anymore."

"But the wine hasn't been finished yet, aren't you afraid of disappointing the kindness of the person who gave it?"

"Let's put it aside, save it for Guard Mo tomorrow...they'll try it." Yan Jinzhao could only feel the smell of alcohol rising, and he was dizzy.

Seeing this, Ye Gucheng poured another cup for her, and said in a gentle voice, "But I haven't tasted enough yet."

Yan Jinzhao was taken aback for a moment, and looked at him blankly. "No, don't drink it." Although her mind is not very controllable, she also knows that if she drinks any more, she will lose her composure.It was not Ye Gucheng who lost his composure, but her.

Ye Gucheng looked at her with burning eyes, "Today, do you want to get me drunk?"

Yan Jinchao shook his head, and pressed the table to go outside, "I think the room is stuffy, I want to go out. Where's Aster? I want to take a bath." As she spoke, she staggered to go outside, but it was a pity that she couldn't drink enough, After walking a few steps, the back foot stumbled over the front foot and wanted to fall forward.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Ye Gucheng stretched out his long arms, picked her up, and sat on his lap.

She frowned slightly, gave a jjj sound, and rubbed her head against his shoulder. "I don't want to drink anymore, it's uncomfortable...Ye Gucheng..."

Sanity began to drift away, the stamina of the aged wine was enormous, and the feeling of alcohol surged up, Yan Jinzhao was completely dizzy at all.Her capacity for alcohol is not considered good, she thought that with her capacity for alcohol, she could bring down Ye Gucheng who had always been a teetotaler.It's a pity that she didn't know that some people are born with a capacity for alcohol, even if they don't drink at all, it doesn't mean that they are drunk when they drink.

She put her hands on his shoulders, trying to sit up straight, but was hugged horizontally, and her center of gravity suddenly changed, making her dizzy even more. "Ye Gucheng..."

"You are drunk, I will carry you to bed to rest."

The hands that were originally on Ye Gucheng's shoulders wrapped around his neck, and his cold forehead rubbed against his warm neck, "No, don't move, I don't feel well." Taking a step made her feel a little uncomfortable.And the heat on her body was rising, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Ye Gucheng took her to the bed and put her on the soft quilt.The slender fingers came to her waist, loosened her belt, and then moved to her collar, trying to help her undress, but was held down by her hand.

"You...what are you doing?"

"You're drunk, I'll undress you."

"No, I can do it myself."

Although she was already drunk, she still knew what she should do at this time.Now that her mouth is dry, and she already has some affection for him, she is worried that she will not be able to control it.It is normal for men and women to love each other in modern times, but even in modern times, there are not many active girls, let alone in this world.She has always followed her heart, but Ye Gucheng is a very calm and restrained person. She still has a sliver of reason and tries to stay awake.

But the man's long fingers had already slipped to her lapel, he paused slightly, and his voice was hoarse, "Today, can you really come by yourself?"

She closed her eyes and nodded slightly.

His long fingers moved away, and she sat up in a daze, but she only took off half of her coat, and when she closed her eyes, she fell on the bed, "Ye Gucheng, don't stay here tonight."

Ye Gucheng looked at her drunken appearance, raised the corner of his mouth, and leaned forward, "This is my dormitory, how can you drive me out today?" During the words, his warm breath sprayed on her. The sensitive neck made her gasp.

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The chin was raised slightly, revealing a beautiful white curve, "Then... I'll go out."

"You and I are in the same room, what should you think when you go out drunk and let others see?" His tone was slightly smiling, and his long fingers moved to her flushed cheeks.Her dazed appearance now is completely different from her usual gentleness and generosity, and the confusion and weakness caused by drunkenness moved his heart.He hugged her and helped her take off her coat with one hand.

Yan Jinzhao vaguely didn't know whether it was a dream or reality, he just felt that his body was being moved, and then fell into a warm embrace, with a faint elegant fragrance lingering around her, she couldn't help embracing the heat source with both hands.

A head of jet-black blue hair was scattered and meandering on the bed, under the snow-white undershirt, the water-green breast pocket inside was looming.She hugged him softly, rubbing against him lightly from time to time, her red lips even pressed against the man's neck.

It was like a dream but not a dream, she felt a soft butterfly kiss on her neck, a little itchy, but felt inexplicably comfortable.She couldn't help but look up, wanting more.The mouth was held, the warm tongue was fed in, and the mouth was full of man's breath.

The snow-white underclothes slipped off her shoulders, and her callused palms moved back and forth on it, unable to put it down. She clasped her hands on his shoulders, vaguely responding to his lips and tongue.

Breathless from being kissed, gasping and groaning softly, the loose hair of the two entangled together.Her body felt hot, and there was a pain in her neck. She twisted her body in protest and pushed him: "It hurts..."

The man with his head buried in her neck froze, then raised his head.The woman in his arms frowned slightly, her eyes closed tightly.But her red lips were wet and swollen from kisses, and there were a few red marks on her snow-white neck, and he wrapped one hand around her waist, and the other hand was still on the soft part of her chest... and this is not the most important thing Yes, the important thing is... the culprit, after crying out for pain, is now curled up in his arms, breathing long and gently, apparently dead asleep.

"..." Bastard!