The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

Xiyuan is quiet, and several glazed lamps stretch for a colorful road, reflecting each other with the bright white Milky Way above the nine heavens.

The man in the wide-sleeved dress walked quietly in the glazed sea, carefully holding a person in his arms, as if he was holding a rare treasure, and the brilliance beside him was dazzling, but the person only bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows.

The person in his arms seemed to move, he suddenly stopped, looked at his arms in horror, shook them slightly, but there was no movement in his arms again, he walked forward cautiously again, the golden boots stepped on the stone ground, silently .

Entering the Jiuzhuan veranda, passing the water pavilion, and entering the courtyard, it seems that there is no end to it.

The warm yellow light under the house is on.

A busy figure was reflected in the window, one person slenderly walked over with the hangover soup, walked back with the brocade cloth, floated over with the jade basin in his arms, and floated back with the outer clothes.

Xianxian was in a hurry, and I don't know how many back and forth.

After a while, the figure in the window didn't move, it was as quiet as a sculpture, and the warm yellow light printed his soft profile, lightly falling on the carved window, it was really a silhouette of a Jinghong in the capital.

When the breeze passed, the flower window was blown open, and it turned out that the beauty sculpture was staring directly at the bed.

Liang Zhaoge looked at Zhu Jiuci in raptures. The drunken sleeping face of that man was really cute, with soft and curled eyelashes, small eyebrows, small nose tip, and small lips.

He kept looking, and the little candle shed a tear, but he still couldn't see enough.

The sleeping person moved slightly, Liang Zhaoge looked away in panic, stood up in a panic and turned his back to look at the sky, there is no silver 300 taels here.

After not seeing any movement for a long time, Liang Zhaoge turned his body a little bit sideways again, and looked back, the person on the bed was still asleep, with a pink face.

Liang Zhaoge suppressed his heartbeat, sat down carefully again, and looked at the sleeping face of the man again, but met a pair of dark eyes.

Liang Zhaoge sat frozen in place, his blood froze instantly.

Hei Liuliu rolled his eyes, and suddenly, he stretched out his claws and pounced on him.

"Zhaoge!"

At the moment of warmth and softness in his arms, Liang Zhaoge's frozen body is like the shattered ice surface in early spring, and only one stone can unseal the loneliness of the whole winter.

He raised his hand carefully to stroke the man's black hair, "Little Lord."

"You are not Zhaoge." The drunkard said.

Liang Zhaoge panicked, "I am..."

The drunk broke free from his arms, and half-kneeled on the couch, with his hands on his knees, like a celebrity playing chess in ancient times.

"No." The drunk was serious.

Naturally, Liang Zhaoge couldn't argue with the drunk man, so he had to follow his will.

The drunk nodded in satisfaction, leaned forward suddenly, almost lost his focus and fell off the bed, Liang Zhaoge quickly supported him, the drunk raised his eyes with a smile, and called him with great joy:

"Dasi Le."

Liang Zhaoge didn't hear clearly.

Can't hear clearly.

The drunkard jumped off the bed with his hands, his body swaying, his wide black sleeves with dark red patterns swaying like flowing water, and the strong waist bound by the girdle can be vaguely seen in the gap between the fluttering cloud sleeves, which is short-lived and touching.

The drunk danced in a disorderly manner, and suddenly stopped dancing. He reached out and grabbed Liang Zhaoge's sleeve, "Why didn't you come down?"

Liang Zhaoge looked down at him, but still didn't speak.

It is rare for a drunk to be sober, so he grabs his sleeve and drags him all the way to the courtyard. When he comes out of the closed house, the world is vast, the moon hangs in the sky, and his mind is suddenly clear.

The long wind blows through the veranda, blows across the water, and strolling under the moon, the beauty of the world is not as good as this.

The drunk looked up at the sky and the moon, and laughed loudly.

"In ancient times, there were Yu Boya with high mountains and flowing water, Su Dapo with five-stringed pipa, Ji Kang with the best sound in Guangling, Wanbaochang in tune 84, Li Longji in neon clothes and feather clothes, and Zhu Zaiyu in twelve rhythms... Now, we will finally add another Liang Zhaoge, who is in the realm of transformation."

The man looked at the sky, half-drunk, a tear slid down the corner of his eye, Liang Zhaoge stretched out his hand to catch it like a demon, the teardrop shattered on the palm of his hand.

Bestowed by the sage, the only Da Si Yue in the Northern Guo State, from the official to the fifth rank, in charge of hundreds of teachers, in charge of national music, bestowing cars and public opinion, enjoying gold and jade, with high etiquette and rules, no one disrespects.

"Zhaoge," said Zhu Jiuci, still looking at the crescent moon, "the holy majesty said that the revival of rites and music, in accordance with the will of heaven, is an oracle. The holy majesty also said that those who enjoy music are harmonious and understand the way of heaven, which is the order of heaven and earth and the strength of all people. Great joy is in harmony with heaven and earth, and great ceremony is in harmony with heaven and earth. Therefore, today's rituals and music are in harmony with heaven and earth, and they go round and round."

After the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the rites and music collapsed, and the feudal lords attacked and served, and the people were in trouble.The world has been suffering without manners and music for a long time.

Rituals and music arrive, heaven and earth unite, yin and yang are born, vegetation prevails, insects and beasts revive, feathers fly, and fetuses are born.

Therefore, rituals and music, the love of heaven and earth.

Liang Zhaoge's fingertips trembled, and the shattered tears melted in the palm of his hand. In the lonely corridor, the man's voice echoed in his ears. The corridor eaves blocked the bright light, but the man was in the shadow, but it was more gorgeous than the surrounding glazed lamps.

Chanyeol, he dare not touch it.

The humble take a step back, buried in darkness.

The drunkard suddenly looked at him and threw himself into his arms, "Our Zhaoge will surely be passed on through the ages, and will be shocked by future generations. A song of Qin Shang is hard to find in eternity. I wish I could travel across the mountains and rivers and listen to it through time and space. , future generations will regret that they did not realize that they were born too late, so that they could not hear the celestial music for a while."

The drunk seemed to be too drunk, wobbly pulled his wide sleeves and jumped out of his arms, twisted his feet, and fell into his arms crookedly again.

A drop of tear fell in the air and slid down the smooth hair of the drunk.

The person who was hit on the head by the teardrops without knowing it raised his head, his eyes were as bright as stars.

"I have a secret." The drunk suddenly covered his face, and glanced out from between his fingers mysteriously, "You must never tell Zhaoge's secret."

Liang Zhaoge nodded seriously, and raised his hands to press his ears.

The drunk grabbed his hand, "You must not tell him that!"

The drunk was quite drunk, Liang Zhaoge nodded helplessly.

Zhu Jiuci shook his head, "The Hall of Baohe, all the officials are here. The Holy Majesty conferred the title of Da Si Yue, but did not grant Si Yue Fu."

The drunk put his white fingertips against his mouth and let out a hiss.

"I was the one who refuted it. I said that Da Si Le's love for mountains and rivers is the greatest blessing. I dare not ask for extravagance. Then!" The drunk man leaned into his ear, "The Holy Master has really taken back his life." The drunk man Hee hee laughed.

The voice suddenly weakened, and Zhu Jiuci's eyes turned red with grievance, "We can't let Zhaoge know, I sent Zhaoge's house away."

Liang Zhaoge's eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally couldn't help hugging the person in his arms tightly.

"Don't go, don't go anywhere."

Having a headache after a hangover is not terrible, what is terrible is not remembering anything.

Zhu Jiuci was in a state of panic, what did he do last night, and why did Liang Zhaoge keep hugging him?

To wash his face, Liang Zhaoge hugged and washed.

For breakfast, Liang Zhaoge hugged and fed.

The most outrageous thing is dressing, but you can still wear it while hugging?Even dressed one by one? ?

Zhu Jiuci: "..."

Liang Zhaoge: Hug.

Zhu Jiuci sighed, quietly looked down at the arm that imprisoned his body, reluctantly hooked his claws and grabbed the sleeve of the man, "Zhaoge..."

Liang Zhaoge hugged him and rubbed against his neck along the way.

"Last night... what happened?"

"It's nothing." Liang Zhaoge bowed his head, his voice muffled.

Zhu Jiuci breathed a sigh of relief.

"The little father-in-law hugged me and danced,"

"Take me to see the moon,"

"We stole the great sword from the Grand Duke,"

"Caught an imperial koi,"

"Pull the flowers and plants of the Duke's wife."

Zhu Jiuci: "..."

Don't be afraid, there is still salvation. With the little father-in-law's stubborn temper, the above are all small scenes.

Liang Zhaoge tilted his body to the side, Zhu Jiuci felt his scalp twitch, "It hurts..."

Liang Zhaoge hugged him again, "Young master also tied our hair together."

"!"

Zhu Jiuci lowered his head slightly, only to realize that the two people's long hair was intertwined, entwined into an inseparable mass, densely layered, one strand pressing on the other, and the third strand intertwined the first two strands again. Complicated and dizzying.

"This... I made it up?" Zhu Jiuci held up the two of them with tears streaming down his face.

The man behind him looked up at the sky with a guilty conscience, "Well, the young man made it up for most of the night."

After the hangover day, even though the two had their hair untied, Liang Zhaoge still followed him every step of the way.

In other words, he held on to him twelve hours a day, as if he had the indomitable spirit that Zhu Jiuci held on to Liang Zhaoge not long ago.

But at that time, Zhu Jiuci was forced to embrace Liang Zhaoge every day because of the lustful power of the original book and because of Zhaoge's fragile temper, but now I don't know why Liang Zhaoge hugged him, even if he saw the Duke and Mrs. Don't hold back a little.

A few days later, Zhu Jiuci finally couldn't take it anymore, and with a wave of his big arm, he blocked the beauty in the corner.

Before she could say a few words, the beauty's eyes turned red.

Aggrieved, Baba raised his eyes and shed a tear, "That's not what the young master said that night."

Zhu Jiuci: "...what did I say?"

The beauty stretched out her arms to fish, and the world was spinning. Zhu Jiuci hit the wall with his back, and the two positions were changed immediately.

The beauty was still crying, as if she was a victim, blocking her in a corner with great aggrievedness.

"fraud."

The author has something to say: The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Zhaoge: "Does Xiaojiu like me?" shaking pea yellow in his hand.

The drunk Liu Halazi nodded.

Zhaoge:! ! ! ! !

Ding, Liang Liang sticky bean buns are online.

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"Book of Rites · Music": "Great joy is in harmony with heaven and earth, and great ceremony is in harmony with heaven and earth."