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

Even though the beauty was twitching and dazed at the side, Zhu Jiuci couldn't stop Zhu Jiuci from devouring it.The beauty looked at the empty bowls and dishes, and was dumbfounded for a moment, and even forgot to stop the man from drinking some sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

Zhu Jiuci was full of wine and food, had a foolish laugh, and fell down on the stone table with a clatter.

The beauty was aggrieved, she poked the man's cheek with her slender fingers, and touched the soft little face with her fingertips, but the man didn't move at all.

The bright moon hangs in the sky, there is only one sober person left, the beauty lowers her brows sadly, biting her lower lip, and looks down at her carefully prepared clothes, someone passed out before seeing it.

He flicked his sleeves and sulked.

Get angry and go back with someone in your arms.

It was really intoxicating to drink too much sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing. After drinking half of the pot, Zhu Jiuci fell asleep until the sun was rising.

When he opened his eyes and saw the bright and fiery sun, he collapsed for a moment. He hadn't had time to appreciate the full moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday!

But Zhu Jiuci quickly comforted himself that the moon was sixteen round on the fifteenth day, at worst, he would take Liang Zhaoge to watch it again tonight.

The result of the hangover is a terrible headache, it's almost like a nest of duck's down has been stuffed into his head.

When Liang Zhaoge was changing his clothes, Zhu Jiuci fell into his arms in a coma.

"Young master, stand firm." Liang Zhaoge felt a little helpless.

With a plop, his head hit his chest again.

The beauty sighed, threw the clothes aside, leaned over and picked up the man horizontally and put him back on the couch.

"Young master, let's sleep a little longer."

"No way—" Zhu Jiuci got up while holding his head, "Watching the moon..."

Liang Zhaoge pushed him back and pulled a silk sheet to cover it.

"How do you appreciate the moon during the day?"

Zhu Jiuci nodded in a daze and fell asleep again.

In the drowsiness, he felt the coldness on his forehead, and also felt that someone was gently rubbing his temples, the pressure was gentle and moderate, it lasted for a long time, and it was really beneficial.

When I opened my eyes again, it was dusk, and the room was empty. Zhu Jiuci casually found a cool summer dress and put it on indiscriminately. He jumped off the ground and was about to run into the courtyard. On the way, he was dragged back by the beauty and sat on the bed. Feed the porridge one bite at a time.

"I'm full! Enjoy the moon!"

Liang Zhaoge ignored him, and put another spoonful of porridge to his mouth.

"I haven't eaten all day, and I was drunk last night. The young man really doesn't care about his body."

Zhu Jiuci patiently listened to the beauty's ramblings, and when his ears were quiet, he asked him with bright eyes, "Are you looking at the moon?"

Liang Zhaoge got angry and left with an empty bowl.

Zhu Jiuci was sitting on the couch in messy clothes, and he didn't know how to coax the beauty back to change his clothes.

He called servants left and right, but no one came in.

Helpless, self-reliance has enough food and clothing.

Zhu Jiuci took the time to study it carefully. Fortunately, the summer clothes were simple and easy to wear, not as complicated as the spring clothes.

Huanhuanxi ran out all the way, and there was a plate of glutinous rice cakes on the stone table in the center of the courtyard.

Really novel.

Making glutinous rice cakes on the Mid-Autumn Festival is already a surprise, but I didn’t expect that there would be more on the second day!

The white corn glutinous rice is clear and bright, obviously newly made today.

Zhu Jiuci leaped forward happily, and was about to stretch out his claws when someone grabbed him by the collar.

Turning around miserable, Liang Zhaoge looked down at him.

"Young master, you are not good."

Zhu Jiuci immediately realized his mistake and corrected it, and stood up straight in front of Liang Zhaoge. The fact that he wanted to steal glutinous rice cakes was already a solid evidence, and he could only remedy it in other ways.

He held up his sleeves and spun around, "Look, Zhaoge, I've finished dressing myself."

Liang Zhaoge frowned, lowering his eyes to hide his expression.

Zhu Jiuci was still turning around, but before the man praised him, he raised his eyes suspiciously, and the latter suddenly turned and left.

"Zhaoge...?"

"Little, little father-in-law, wait a moment, I'll go get the honey."

Zhu Jiuci stood there watching the beauty leave, always feeling that the figure of that person was a little flustered.

Immediately shaking his head, Zhaoge is a god in the sky, never in a hurry, it seems that he still has a hangover.

Liang Zhaoge staggered all the way back to the inner courtyard, leaning his slender body against the side pillar of the veranda, his eyes quivered for a moment, and he was at a loss.

Her slender fingers gripped the sleeves tightly, and her fingertips turned blue and white.

After an unknown period of time, his breathing gradually stabilized, and his senses returned to his body. Liang Zhaoge swayed and stepped out of the veranda, suddenly saw several servants passing by, and raised his hand to call over to ask.

"Back to Mr. Liang, no one went in to serve in the afternoon."

The servants looked at each other, seeing the face of the person in front of them getting colder and colder, and unconsciously each bent over and took a step back carefully.

Liang Zhaoge dismissed the servants casually, drifted into the room all the way in a daze, and searched for the curly yellow script with red eyes.

"Liar."

He also said playing hard to get, that person would be able to dress himself.

Liang Zhaoge wanted to throw away the story book, but raised his slim hand to mid-air, and then put it back.

Glancing in the direction of the courtyard where the man was outside the window, he lowered his head aggrieved.

Opening it carefully, the beautiful phoenix eyes stared at the scroll.

Juan [-]. Gently gather and slowly twist, drawing slowly.

The so-called needle in the bottom of a man's heart, if you don't ponder over and over again in your heart, you can't get to the bottom of it.

Although it is difficult to win a heart, it is not impossible.

The key lies in the word "Xu".

Thinking about that person every day, helping that person every day, caring for that person every day, sweet words slowly enter, and one day the flowers will drown in the honey vat.

—— "Pluck Your Heartstrings, My Piano".

After closing the storybook, Liang Zhaoge returned to his usual fairy-like state, and walked out of the room lightly.

Zhu Jiuci sat under the pavilion and waited for a long time. When he saw Liang Zhaoge approaching, he immediately jumped off the stone bench and ran over.

"The weather is just right, let's watch the moon together, Zhaoge."

Zhu Jiuci excitedly dragged Liang Zhaoge to the stone table and sat down, completely unaware that the man said he was going to fetch honey wine but came back empty-handed.

Finally, I was able to enjoy the moon, just now Zhu Jiuci has been holding back his head, always thinking that two people must be together to enjoy the moon, it would be too lonely to watch alone, so he has been patient, hanging his head and waiting for Liang Zhaoge to come back.

Now the two sat down together, Zhu Jiuci raised his head happily.

The sky is dark...

Where is the moon?

"This..." Zhu Jiuci jumped up and looked around, looking around, "Where is the moon!"

Liang Zhaoge was much calmer than Zhu Jiuci, leaning on the stone table and looking at the sky gracefully, and soon found a glimmer of light behind a dark cloud.

"Little Lord." Liang Zhaoge tugged at the man's sleeve, looked at him, and then at the sky.

Zhu Jiuci followed Liang Zhaoge's gaze, and fell down on the stone table with a groan, his black hair scattered all over his face.

This piece of dark cloud is very big.

Even if you wait overnight, it is impossible to wait until this dark cloud passes.

Liang Zhaoge raised his hands and stroked his black hair behind his ears, leaned over and said softly:

"My lord, wait a moment."

Turn away.

Zhu Jiuci was lying on the table, looking at the sky hopelessly.

The summer night was warm and there was no breeze. It would be a miracle if there was a strong wind blowing away the dark clouds.

After waiting for a while, Zhu Jiuci got up, propped his chin and ate two mouthfuls of soft glutinous glutinous rice cakes out of boredom, watching the fish swimming slowly in the water.

Forget it, I won't be able to see the full moon this year, but I'll just see it next year.After all, with Zhaoge, what's wrong with Mingyue, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it.

In the silent courtyard, the bell rang.

Zhu Jiuci turned his head and looked over, the courtyard was pitch black and there was nothing.

Another burst of clear bells suddenly brushed past my ears, and the familiar clear fragrance poured into my nose. Zhu Jiuci turned around, and Liang Zhaoge stepped barefoot in the water, with a silver bell tied to his wrist, entangled with the red thread.

The beauty in the water suddenly sang and danced, the cool clothes couldn't cover the person's slender figure, her slender legs were faintly visible, and she was as white as white jade.

Stepping on the water and clapping hands, the silver bell rang softly.

Suddenly the wind picked up.

A long wind passed through the corridor, sweeping up the man's broad sleeves, rows of golden inscriptions flashed in the darkness, Zhu Jiuci suddenly realized that the man was wearing sacrificial clothes.

On the Shangsi Festival that day, Liang Zhaoge stood on the bank of the Yishui River in a black robe with gold thread, dancing solemnly with the sound of pipas.

People in the capital bowed on the shore for a long time, prostrating and worshiping.

At that time, he was a high priest who was worshiped by people on a high platform, solemn, solemn and meticulous.

Now, for some reason, something is different.

Still wearing the sacrificial robe and dancing the same sacrificial dance music, Zhu Jiuci could not find the solemnity and solemnity of that day. Instead, at the moment the man turned around and danced, he saw a soft waist through the fluttering sleeves, and A beautiful face in a flash.

Jade earlobe pendant.

Yingluo on the forehead.

A silver bell on the wrist.

A line of bronze inscriptions on the clavicle.

It's for evildoers.

As soon as this thought came out, Zhu Jiuci was panicked.

The person in front of him is a priest and god, sacred and inviolable, so how could he have any other charming thoughts.

The silver bell rang clear, and Liang Zhaoge suddenly leaned over to explore the water, and the clear water droplets sprinkled towards the sky along his fingertips, suddenly becoming bright in the dark night.

The moonlight suddenly appeared.

It pierced through the thick dark clouds, illuminating the spray that sprinkled into the sky at that moment.

Zhu Jiuci's heart was beating like a beating, his blood was roaring, and he was disturbed by the intense emotion in his heart for a moment. He didn't know what it was, but he felt like a beast attacking his heart. He stepped back, and his back suddenly hit the veranda railing.

The retreat was blocked.

Liang Zhaoge looked over, stepped out of the water with bare feet, and walked over step by step on the blue and white stone slabs.

Leave behind a light and shallow watermark.

Zhu Jiuci watched the man slowly approaching, with a bright full moon behind him.

The solemn sacrificial robes vaguely concealed the white legs, and the bare feet flickered.

Zhu Jiuci froze in place for a moment, his eyes were caught by the whiteness, and he couldn't move.

He watched Liang Zhaoge come to him, looked at him with phoenix eyes, and suddenly leaned and half knelt at his feet. The priest lowered his body, his black hair scattered from his shoulders, and sanctified fell to the ground.

Slim fingertips stretched out to wipe off the dirt on his shoes.

Zhu Jiuci fell back in panic, kicked his heel against the pillar, and his heart-wrenching numbness ran up the muscles and bones of his ankle.

Before the numbness subsided, the ankle was gripped by a piece of ice, and the skin felt the man's fingertips Mosuo.

Zhu Jiuci trembled and lowered his head in panic, Zhaoge's fair neck came into view.

Liang Zhaoge knelt down in front of him, his skinny shoulders made the clothes not fit his body well, and the slightly tough collar separated the back of his neck from the gap, and he could see his bare back all the way from a height.

The blood seemed to rush in one direction suddenly.

The bright moon hangs in the sky, and the silver light illuminates the earth, but Zhu Jiuci forgot to look up at it.

Liang Zhaoge half-kneeled in front of him, suddenly raised his head, and the spring light faded quietly behind him.

"Little Lord, look at the moon."

The author has something to say: Liang·God of Crazy Thinking·Zhaoge:

The little father-in-law can dress himself!

The little prince doesn't need me anymore!

The little father-in-law doesn't want me anymore!

The little prince doesn't love me anymore!

……

Grandpa hates me!

Bookshop owner: Calm down...