Great General [Rebirth]

At night, the two of them lay flat on the bed and slept.Zhao Yongzhou suddenly remembered something, he turned his head and looked at the man with his eyes slightly closed beside him.

"My lord, have you heard of Zhou Chen?"

After a while, Feng Buran's voice seemed to wake up from a dream: "I've never heard of it."

Zhao Yongzhou frowned suddenly.When Zhang Yuming left Sanqing County, Zhang Yuming also said that this person was quite capable, but he had never even heard of Feng Buran, so is it necessary to get acquainted with this person?

"What's wrong?" Feng Buran opened his eyes, which were still vaguely sleepy.

Zhao Yongzhou told him what Zhang Yuming said to him at the beginning, and finally said: "It seems that he is bluffing me."

Feng Buran: "That's not necessarily the case. I'm not Bai Xiaosheng, everyone knows it. Zhang Yuming was not a big official in the capital back then, but you can see how many people fell into the water, and he can return to his hometown in good clothes and live in peace and stability in San Francisco. Qingxian Party is not a member. Since he recommends someone for you, he can't come randomly."

Zhao Yongzhou: "Then what do you think, my lord, who should I ask about this person?"

Feng Buran thought for a while, and said, "Zhang Yuming and his group set up some kind of meeting back then, and they often met and played at the Jinqu Building. I don't know much about it, you can go and inquire about it."

Zhao Yongzhou knew that Jinqu Tower was nothing more than a gathering place for literati and refined scholars.From time to time, some kind of poetry reception is held, attracting a group of poets to recite poems and write poems that are arty.Zhang Yuming mostly went there when he was in the capital, so the people he made friends with must also be there.

After all this, Feng Buran closed his eyes and fell asleep again.Hearing the steady voice of people around him exhaling slowly, Zhao Yongzhou turned over and lay on Feng Buran's body, dawdling.

"... go down."

"Can't sleep." I promised to come back in the evening this afternoon, hum, it's a lie.rub rub rub.

"I have to go to Dali Temple tomorrow, I'm very busy."

"Can't sleep." Knees pressed between Feng Buran's legs, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.

Feng Buran sighed, "I'm thirty-four this year, you have to think about me."

"What's wrong with 34? I still..." Zhao Yongzhou almost bit his tongue, almost saying that I paid back 33.

He straightened up and sat on Feng Buran's stomach, and said, "You're only 34 years old, you can't do it anymore, so what will I do when you're 43? Not to mention 5363..."

After such a calculation, Zhao Yongzhou's own face turned dark.Looking down, fortunately, Feng Buran wasn't angry.

"Hmm... That's why I need to 'recharge your batteries'." Feng Buran's drowsiness was gone by his tossing, the low groan in his throat was magnetically alluring, and the eyes in his black eyes were clear: "Don't worry. Whether it's 43 or 53, feeding you once a day is not a problem."

"!!" Zhao Yongzhou blushed behind his ears: "Teacher, why don't you say such things seriously!"

The serious look on his face was like discussing the military situation in Shanxi with him.

Feng Buran stretched out his hand to pull him down and pressed him into his arms, turned over, and Zhao Yongzhou lay flat on the bed.

Feng Buran's lips pressed tightly against his ears, and he said in a deep voice: "Young people should be more restrained, too much indulgence is not good for your health."

Zhao Yongju was like a cat trapped in the quilt, roaring angrily: "There's no such thing as indulgence! I endured it for a month, and only once! Others claim that it's seven times a night! Besides, I'm just starting to eat meat, and it's that time , you can't abuse me!"

In fact, Mr. Zhao howled in his heart: I am 33 too, okay? It took me 33 years to taste meat, how pitiful.If you haven’t tasted it before, it’s okay to be patient, once you open the meat, you will know the taste.I used to be in the army camp, it was going to be a war, and I was worried all day long, and I didn’t have the thought to treat it as stealing when I occasionally came, but now he is in his own home, with the person he likes sleeping next to him, why can’t he let him enjoy himself, restraint Restraint, restrain a big-headed ghost.

Seeing the indomitable person in his arms, Feng Buran pressed down, staring at Zhao Yongzhou with dark eyes: "Can't you bear it all night?"

Zhao Yongzhou was a little terrified of being stared at by him, his big eyes fluttered, and he said in a low voice: "It's okay. But you just bit my ear and talked, you seduced me..."

"Poor little thing." Feng Buran lowered his head and kissed the watery red lips, first pursed his lips lightly for a while, and then slowly inserted his tongue into the eagerly opened lips and teeth , hooked the little tongue that was running wildly for a while, and sucked it gently in his mouth.

"Mmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Zhao Yongzhou was so excited, he broke free his hands and feet in an instant, wrapped his limbs around Feng Buran's body, hugged, touched, and rubbed.

Feng Buran pressed his hand to take off his clothes, "Keep your voice down, don't make trouble."

Gently separate Zhao Yongzhou's legs.

Zhao Yongzhou was paralyzed with his limbs wide open, gasping for breath, but Feng Buran's movements were orderly, not agitated at all, neither blushing nor out of breath.It's like... coaxing him.

Also, people say that a little farewell is better than a newlywed.This month he endured like a year, how come Feng Buran is not excited at all?Why not excited?Feng Buran is a normal man in his prime, why isn't he excited at all?It can only mean... There is someone else by his side.

That's right, he is a dignified master.Among other things, that little prince is no worse than Zhao Yongzhou at all.

Zhao Yongzhou turned nine twists and eighteen turns in his mind, and suddenly became a little discouraged.He pushed Feng Buran away, turned over and closed his legs.

"My lord, I won't do it. You should rest earlier, you have to go to Dali Temple tomorrow."

Feng Buran drew his bow and arrow, and was suddenly hit like this, causing some confusion in the wind.

"……What's wrong?"

"It's because I'm ignorant, I know I was wrong, and I won't bother you in the future." Zhao Yongzhou said with his back turned.

Hearing what he said, Feng Buran became a little anxious: If you don't pester me, why are you pestering others?

How about that.

So Feng Buran turned him over without saying a word, although he used a little brute force, he still took care of the wound on Zhao Yongzhou's waist.It's quite a posture that if you don't do it tonight, you won't be able to do it.Zhao Yongzhou resisted sincerely several times, and was bound by the rope that Feng Buran took out from nowhere, his hands were tied at the head of the bed.

"I can't do it seven times a night, one time is enough." Feng Buran said seriously.

Zhao Yongzhou felt remorseful when he did it with real knives and real guns.

That whole night, there were strange noises in the White House.

Qiao'er thought it was a cat meowing, so she searched around with a lantern, and finally found the door of the main room.He was dragged away by Ziqing who woke up in the middle of the night.

At dawn, the sky turned pale.

At the moment when Zhao Yongzhou passed out, a sentence echoed in his mind: self-inflicted evil, you can't live... So this once a night is not what he thought at all!

The next morning, Feng Buran went to Dali Temple with two dark circles under her eyes, smiling three-pointedly at everyone she met.The officials of Dali Temple were so frightened that they gathered together and gave way one after another.At the end of the day, no one dared to practice Tai Chi with him after checking the file and interrogating the prisoner.

Qiaoer followed in the kitchen and murmured: "The little general cried all night last night, and his throat is a little bad. I will cook some white fungus soup and send it to me later."

Ziqing turned his head and glared at her, then turned around and sighed helplessly. "You are young, and you don't pay attention to your body..."

It was already mid-afternoon when Zhao Yongzhou opened his eyes, his body was still refreshed, but it was as if his whole body had been run over by ten carriage wheels.He opened his mouth to shout, his voice was hoarse, but it didn't hurt.He didn't know that Ziqing had come in and fed him throat soup several times while he was asleep.

Ruan Yan pushed the door open and came in, "Little General, are you awake?"

"Ruan Yan, where's your lord?"

"Your Excellency has gone to Dali Temple, and he said he will be back in the evening." Ruan Yan sighed in his heart, this little general really never leaves Your Excellency for a moment.

But he saw Zhao Yongzhou flipping up and down in a hurry: "Hurry up, prepare the sedan chair for me, bring the silver taels, and let's go to the Jinqu Tower."

"Jinqu Building? Then you want to call Mr. Yan'an?"

"What are you calling Yan An for?"

"Didn't the little general go to show Yuan An the theater?"

Zhao Yongzhou thought about it for a while, and asked: "Is it Xiyuanzi or Jinqulou that Yan'an is looking at?"

Ruan Xun said, "It's inside the Jinqu Tower."

Zhao Yongzhou frowned, mainly because the back was too uncomfortable.He kicked on the last shoe and said, "Then call Yan'an, and Ziqing."

He has been in the capital for so long, and he hasn't taken them out to play yet.

Jinqu Building is located in the middle street of the capital city, where many romantic, talented and literati gather.Since he is a talented scholar, he cannot do without a beautiful lady.Jinqu Building is a romantic place, and even the whole street is full of leisurely and elegant atmosphere.

A carriage stopped at the side street of Jinqu Building, and a slender and veiled woman stepped out from inside. This person was Ruan Yan.After Ruan Yan got out of the car, Qiaoer jumped down again, and after Yan'an and Ziqing were picked up, Zhao Yongzhou crawled out with difficulty, his face flushed red.After finally getting out of the carriage, Zhao Yongzhou hurriedly adjusted his appearance, and walked into the Jinqu Building with the appearance of a good son.

"Oh, sir, you are here! Please come inside!" A servant ran to a place three steps away from Zhao Yongzhou, and said enthusiastically.It looks like I know you very well.

Zhao Yongzhou glanced at him, raised his hand and waved a bank note, quite like the young master Zhao spent a lot of money to buy the entire Jinhong Pavilion: "Come to a private room. The rest will be taken care of."

Seeing his style, Ruan Yan and Qiao'er are fine, but Ziqing and Yan'an behind them are a little different.

A group of people followed Xiaosi upstairs and entered an elegant room.When I walked in, I realized that there were three rooms inside, including a bedroom, a living room and a study room.The four treasures of the study are placed in the book room, famous calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls, and antiques from the previous dynasty are placed in the closet.There is also a guqin in the middle.

As soon as Ziqing saw the Qin, he couldn't move anymore. He raised his hand and caressed it stupidly, his eyes widened in disbelief: "No wonder a private room costs a thousand taels, and the famous Qin and Feng Guxi are placed here like this." ..."

Yan An leaned over and asked, "Phoenix Bone Cherish? It can't be an imitation, right?"

Ziqing shook his head: "No, I recognize it, this is Feng Guxi."

Yan An looked at him strangely: "Have you ever seen it, how do you know?"

Ziqing stuttered anxiously, blushing: "I, I just recognize it."

The little man smiled and said, "My lords, the Jinqu Building has been in operation for 100 years. If you dare to release fakes, the elders in the capital will have to set fire to our place."

Zhao Yongzhou waved his hand, greeted the boy and said, "Do you have a poetry meeting here tonight?"

The boy said: "If you go back to the master, there will be no poetry meeting, but Mr. Wang, the Chinese doctor, will have an old friends meeting here tonight. Would you like to reserve a seat?"

"Who are the people here?"

"Master, the ones here are all prose officials."

Zhao Yongzhou thought that Zhang Yuming was also a prose, and maybe Zhou Chen was also a prose, so maybe he bumped into it.

So he said to the boy: "Leave a good place for the master."