Startled Meng

Yu Fangzhi went to distribute the pressured money, and Yan Cijing stayed in the room alone to take a bath.

The water vapor was dense, Yan Cijing's eyelashes were covered with tiny drops of water, and his soaked pink fingers were clung to the side of the bathtub. He was looking at the crane painted on the floor-to-ceiling screen. In the twilight, the figure is graceful.

The long beak of the crane opened slightly, and Yan Cijing suddenly heard the sound of firecrackers, which disturbed him, and the water became warm.

Just getting out of the bath, Yan Cijing stepped on the soft carpet, the water droplets rolled off his body, and the silk robe on the low table also slipped off.

Yan Cijing was slightly surprised, but then picked up the crimson silk robe and put it on.

Going around the screen, Yan Cijing walked out barefoot, passed through two carved and hollow doors, and stood at the round table in the center drinking tea, the moisture on his body had already been dried by the heat in the room.

It was pitch black outside the door, and no one could be seen when they came, Yan Cijing was not stupid to wait, and sat down on the slum in front of the finely carved round window.

The green pine in front of the window is thorny, and the light yellow window paper is cold, but here is the best, the tree shadows outside the window can be clearly seen, and the figures must be clear.

There is a gold-plated smoker on the desk beside him, and the elegant fragrance wafts out, Yan Cijing thinks of the dark red smoke from a long time ago.

I have touched it many times, but the first jerky running-in is the most impressive.

That Yeyu coaxed him to call his name again and again, and he heard everything clearly, and he heard all the other voices clearly, but at that time he felt ashamed, and would rather bite his lip than Those who are willing to recognize the person in the body are even less willing to recognize the great joy of the soul and the flesh.

That night the bridal chamber was really absurd, Yan Cijing didn't want to think about it anymore, he covered the smoke from the smoker with his hands, he got up and left, just missed the figure reflected on the window paper, so Yu Fang knew that when he opened the door and came in, He was taken aback.

Clutching his chest and taking a few steps back, Yan Cijing felt the oppressive feeling of a little rabbit bumping into a fox, and pushed Yu Fangzhi's chest: "Go and change first."

Yu Fang Zhizhen obediently went to take a bath, after a messy wash, there was the sound of water splashing inside the two doors, Yan Cijing smiled slightly when he heard it, and sat at the table and poured two glasses of wine.

As soon as he put down the wine glass, Yan Cijing was embraced by Yu Fangzhi from behind, the silk robe was pulled skewed, and an eager kiss fell on the exposed shoulder.

Yan Cijing didn't expect him to be so anxious. In terms of strength, he was not Yu Fangzhi's opponent, so he was easily carried on the table by the waist, with his thin waist squeezed between his legs.

Yu Fangzhi painted with his hands, drawing the tip of the nose, tracing the peak of the lips, drawing out the slender white neck, and opening the dark red silk robe. The two small beans on the chest were painted in a color heavier than the crimson silk robe.

Yan Cijing trembled slightly, grabbed Yu Fangzhi's dark red skirt, and asked, "You arranged it?"

"It's Xiaoqing, I thought you wouldn't know how to wear it." Yu Fangzhi hugged Yan Cijing tightly through the silk robe, leaned closely together, and sighed, "You look so pretty."

"Why is it so fragrant?" Yu Fangzhi then sniffed and kissed, from the neck to the chest, gently sucking the redness.

Yan Cijing snorted softly, and grabbed the clothes behind Yu Fangzhi.

He didn't dare to hear the sucking sound, let alone look down at Yu Fangzhi's movements, staring at the red dress on him with trembling pupils.

The silk robe is as soft as light, what is embroidered on the skirt?It's not cloud patterns, but like mandarin ducks crossing their necks, like lovebirds, and the round dark patterns are also strange, how come it looks like a happy word?

He still wanted to take a closer look, but was made a noise by Yu Fangzhi's movements. He couldn't stand the stimulation, backed away a few times, and accidentally knocked down the wine pot on the table.

Yu Fang knew his hands quickly, stopped the flagon that was about to fall, and when he put it back on the table, he saw two glasses of wine on the table, and said happily: "Big red wedding dress, together with wine, tonight is not only New Year's Eve, but also the ceremony of Duke Zhou."

Yan Cijing's cheeks were flushed, and he pulled the silk robe to cover his lower abdomen, arguing: "Why do you have to perform Zhougong rituals before you drink the wine?"

The etiquette cannot be dismissed, Yu Fangzhi brought two glasses of wine, and fought with him.

Wuyan is worth a thousand words, Yu Fangzhi and Yan Cijing raised their heads and drank a glass of acacia, and the wine was still wet on their lips, Yu Fangzhi couldn't wait to kiss Yan Cijing.

Stopping to drink exhausted Yu Fangzhi's patience.

A thick blanket was spread under the table, the porcelain cup fell silently, and the cup wall was clean, faintly reflecting the tightly bound legs.

As if it was really a newlywed, Yu Fang knew that he was really a young man who had just tasted human affairs. He asked for it urgently, sucked out Yan Cijing's unbearable whisper, then pulled off Yan Cijing's belt, put his hand into the lapel, and fastened it his naked back.

Even though the room was covered with blankets, the sound of unsteady footsteps could still be heard clearly, Yu Fangzhi picked up Yan Cijing and rolled towards the bed.

The gauze curtain spread to cover the entire bed, and two red clothes were thrown out of the gap.

Next to the soft flesh, Yu Fangzhi was suddenly reluctant to use heavy hands, held Yan Cijing's shoulders, kissed his slender eyes, straight nose, thin and penetrating ears, and even pointed at the earballs Say the last sentence I love you.

Yan Cijing's heart trembled, and he held Yu Fangzhi's face and kissed it again.

I can't tell who loves who more, kissing is also very anxious, you have rolled back and forth a few times, and you still can't tell who is strong and who is weak, so you compromise and lean on the bedpost.

Leaning against the solid wood, Yan Cijing still couldn't help it, panting with his head raised, his ten fingers gripping the finely carved pillar behind him.

He curled his toes in pain, but the overflowing sound was so joyful, he was in the most unbearable situation of sobriety and restraint, but he was living the old and real past in his mind.

He thought of the ancient and modern legends he had heard in the intervals between study sessions when he was a teenager.

The scholar who was rushing for the exam was stumbled by the beautiful fox, the hardworking farmer was heartbroken for the fairy who descended to earth, and Mengnu cried in the city, and the peacock flew southeast. None of them ended well, but knowing love is really not a good thing.

"I don't want it."

When he was young, he made up his mind, and he didn't waver at all when he saw his master's inscrutable smile.

The policy articles he wrote can win a lot of praise, but he can't understand the sad love poems. If he hasn't got one, he can naturally say that I don't want it, but when he encounters it, he can still say that I don't want it?

Ordinary women can tell what Mr. Ruyi looks like. His appearance is like Pan'an, a jade tree is facing the wind, and he only takes one scoop from three thousand weak waters. The old strict words are ignored, but now he can tell a thing or two.

Sword eyebrows slanted into the temples, eyes like lacquer spots, looking at it seems to see the breeze and the moon, gentle as water when in love, and a light smile can seduce the soul...

"See, I'm fascinated?" Yu Fangzhi chuckled, a few drops of sweat dripping from his forehead.

It's not embarrassing for Yan Cijing to be found out, he has already confessed his sincerity, love, love, he admits it, and in Yu Fangzhi, he admits it all.

Yan Cijing wanted to talk, but he didn't know if he would be given a chance, that cup of acacia was not for nothing.

It was about midnight, but the sound of firecrackers outside the house didn't stop at all, Yan Cijing trembled slightly in shock, and Yu Fangzhi just changed into a hugging position, bullying him one after another, and patting him on the back again and again to comfort him .

With some crying, Yu Fangzhi became more and more excited, and the sweetheart kept screaming in his mouth, saying that he could give Yan Cijing even his life, but he refused to stop Yan Cijing, so you can see that a man's mouth is deceiving .

"Happy Cijing, Happy New Year."

The sound of firecrackers stopped for a long time, and Yu Fang knew that it was too late for this New Year greeting.

It's not too late, Yan Cijing, who had regained his strength, lay on Yu Fangzhi's chest, and said in a flustered voice:

"I love you."

Ordinary people have to get up early to pay homage to each other in the early years, but the two masters in the house are both lazy and sleep until the sun is high.

The servants had already been ordered not to approach the main garden without an order, so they had a leisurely time.

There was no one in the garden to wait on him, and no one would call in to serve him. From then on, I knew that this young man was doing very well. The charcoal basin was heated up, hot water was poured into the tub, and there was still tea to moisten throat on the small table next to him. people get up.

Yan Cijing fell into a deep sleep, and would have a headache if he slept again. He didn't respond to several urgings, and was very reluctant when he was picked up.

"Take a bath these few days, let me sleep more?"

Yan Cijing snorted, was put into the water next to Yu Fangzhi and fell asleep again, in the dream the big goose was chasing him and pecking him, and outside the dream someone was hugging him and gnawing on him, dripping with sweat again.

For the New Year, I wore new clothes, a thick underwear under a wide-sleeved robe, and a cloak tied around the neck, not showing any flesh, so I was afraid of being seen, so Yan Cijing wanted to cover his mouth.

Yu Fangzhi stood at the bottom of the steps and looked at him. Looking out from the room, he saw Yan Cijing pressing his red lips all the time, and said with a smile, "If you rub it again, it will break."

Yan Cijing lifted his foot down the steps, and fell down on the snow when he tilted his body. Yu Fangzhi came to help him, and caught a snowball with his head.

"It broke last night!"

Yu Fangzhi laughed loudly and coaxed Yan Cijing to eat.

Passing by the garden, the garden is very sparse, delicate flowers and tender leaves can't survive the winter, only the red plums stand proudly in the snow, but there are few red plums planted, scattered in the corners, and a large area of ​​the courtyard is occupied by dead trees as thick as arms .

There is no good scenery, but the language knows it but is proud: "The snow is getting less and less, and I will bring you to see it in spring."

Yan Cijing had forgotten what tree was planted in the garden, but he still remembered the big hole in the corner, and asked, "Has the hole been filled?"

Yu Fangzhi: "No, do you want to fill in?"

Yan Cijing: "Fill it in? I don't know when it was dug." When I was a child, I played around with Jing Yuan in the mansion, but I didn't find this big hole.

Looking up, Yu Fangzhi was also thinking about something, and asked, "What did you think of?"

Yu Fangzhi smiled and said it was nothing, but during the meal, he grabbed Xiao Qing's collar and went outside to ask a few words before leaving without saying where he was going or when he would be back.

Yan Cijing asked Xiaoqing to ask questions, and said that after buying the house, he had to clean it, but found an old beggar sleeping by the garden wall, and then chased him away. It was not a big deal. and left.

Yan Cijing grasped his chopsticks and pondered whether it had anything to do with the old affairs of the Meng family?

It is not unreasonable to be so suspicious, because next to the Meng family where the accident happened, the house on Dihua Street has been rarely visited for many years, especially the one next to it, if it is used by beggars to shelter from wind and rain, it is not impossible.

But that was after the accident...

"Master Yan, what are you thinking about?"

Yan Cijing looked at You Su who was sitting beside him, and said: "It's nothing, just sit down and eat."

"It's already noon!" Yousu said with a cloak in her arms, "I should go back to the Pinecui Building, can I stay at the Yu Family for the New Year next year?"

Yan Cijing nodded: "Come whenever you want."

Yousu laughed and then worried: "Will you bother me too much?"

Yan Cijing smiled lightly: "Didn't you also come to have New Year's Eve dinner with me in previous years? Just be more cautious."

Yousu nodded her head, "I sneaked out and covered my face with a cloak, so no one noticed me." She put on the dark cloak and said, "But I should go back. It will be very busy here, and you should be able to hear a lot of news."

"Be careful in everything." Yan Cijing finished his instructions in a low voice, and then said, "Happy New Year."

Yousu blessed her body with a smile, and leaned into Yan Cijing's ear again: "Congratulations, my lord, for finding a good husband!"

Yan Cijing didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this, his smile faded away, and he thought about it and said, "Can you... hide it for me, sir?"

Are you afraid that your husband will be angry if he finds out?But Mr. looked at He Xu, how could he get angry?Without thinking too much, Yousu nodded in response.

When it comes to Xia Changying, Yan Cijing can't stay in the gentle place forever.

The weather is gradually getting warmer, and the snow will melt in a few days. Wei Cheng's good life should be enough.

The author says:

Don't know how long this chapter will survive...