Salted fish is pregnant with the emperor's cub after wearing a book

Why is Xiao Langjun sitting on the wall?

After Xu Yanqing received the news from Xu Xianzhi's papa, he was almost in tears from laughing while nestling in the recliner.

Never expected that Princess Jing'an's methods were so brutal and direct that he forced Su Hanfeng to the point where he couldn't stay in the capital any longer.

"Xu Yanqing, have you put on a little weight recently?" Princess Jing'an has settled Su Hanfeng's matter and is about to return to the capital. Hearing that Xu Yanqing is studying some new food in the Yunshui Academy, so she ran over to join in. lively.

Hearing that Xu Yanqing raised his hand to touch his smooth face, then pinched it again, and sure enough, a ball of tender flesh came out: "It seems that I really got fatter."

Mu Yu brought over the freshly made cheese from the small kitchen, and happened to hear what his husband said, so he quickly said: "Your husband is not fat, the main reason is that he was too thin before, but now he is just right."

Princess Jing'an smiled at Muyu while eating cheese: "With a servant like you serving him, it may be difficult for him not to be fat."

Mu Yu patted his head naively, thinking that Princess Jing'an was praising him.

After seeing Princess Jing'an off, Xu Yanqing touched his slightly fatter waist, looked up at Mu Yu: "Have I gained a lot of weight?" Could it be that once he relaxed, he ended up relaxing too much.

Mu Yu shook her head very seriously: "No, Mr. Lang is just right now, neither fat nor thin."

"Okay!" Xu Yanqing's self-doubt that had just arisen disappeared without a trace in an instant. Anyway, it is impossible to exercise. At most, he would eat a little less every meal.

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Xu Yanqing was awakened by the inexplicable heat and emptiness again at night, and buried his head in the bed weakly. He couldn't sleep well these days, and when he closed his eyes, he would dream of boundless heat, and the difficulty in his body. Repressed restlessness.

Xu Yanqing no longer doubted that he was a pervert. Instead, he wondered if he had some strange illness in his heart.

Thinking of this, Xu Yanqing couldn't help tossing and tossing on the bed like spreading pancakes, completely drowsy and extremely irritable.

The blush from sleepiness on the fleshy little face quickly disappeared completely, and it became a little pale.Xu Yanqing sat up from the bed irritably, raised his hand to cover his chest, his heart was beating a little fast.

Not feeling well, Xu Yanqing couldn't help but want to get angry, but the anger came inexplicably and there was nowhere to release it, which made him so wronged that he wanted to cry for a while.

The original body would ask Mu Yu to keep watch at night, but Xu Yanqing didn't have this habit, so when it was time to sleep, he would let Mu Yu go back to his own room.

Standing up from the bed, Xu Yanqing pushed open the door, the night view in the mountains was very beautiful, although it was not as feasting and feasting as the later generations, but it carried an indescribable tranquility.

There is a slight coolness in the air at night, and the stars and rivers in the sky are as beautiful as a fairyland.But right now Xu Yanqing was in no mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery in the sky, he was very irritable, and the back of his neck began to feel hot and sore again.

With a "bang", Xu Yanqing kicked the reclining chair in the yard, but he didn't have any strength in his legs, and the reclining chair made a loud noise and then swayed back and forth a few times, without any change.

Xu Yanqing only felt that even a reclining chair would bully him, and the whole person was even more wronged, so he was upset and thought of the Taoist priest next door who often fell into his dreamland.

The peach blossoms in the yard have already fallen, and now the branches and leaves have become luxuriant. Xu Yanqing didn't know what he was thinking. He obviously didn't want to cause trouble for himself, but he climbed to the top of the peach tree on impulse, and then looked at the courtyard next door. .

Afterwards, Xu Yanqing called this state "a strange coincidence". Anyway, under the impact of various complex emotions such as grievance, irritability, and depression, Xu Yanqing had already stood on the peach tree in a daze, talking to the fairy-tale opposite. The priest's eyes met.

Yin Yanjun had just reviewed a stack of memorials, and ordered Wenjing to send the memorials to the palace.Xu Shi drank an extra cup of strong tea tonight, and he didn't feel sleepy right now, so he opened the door and walked into the courtyard.

Kneeling in front of the desk in the courtyard, Yin Yanjun put the lamp in his hand on a corner of the desk, and slowly flipped through the books in front of the desk.

Because he was about to fall asleep, he was wearing a plain white pajamas, covered with a smoky gray cloak, the bun on the top of his head was still neatly combed, and his face was as cold and noble as Xu Yanqing remembered , so sacred that it can only be seen from a distance.

The branches of the peach tree were trampled by Xu Yanqing, and Yin Yanjun raised his eyes lightly and looked over.

Xiao Langjun's youthful face still has a bit of childishness, a pair of big moist eyes blinking very smartly, but the sockets of the young man's eyes are a little red, and there are traces of water, vaguely aggrieved, hanging on his face. On his chubby cheeks.

Probably startled by Yin Yanjun's sudden raising of his head, Xu Yanqing met his eyes, and his body standing on the peach tree shook slightly.

Yin Yanjun looked up at the panic-stricken little man, his eyelashes trembling slightly, but when he was about to speak, he saw the little man shaking his body, and then he climbed from the branch of the peach tree to the top of the wall and sat down.

The heat on the back of the neck seemed to be a little hotter after seeing the Taoist Xuanchen who seemed to be untouched by the world. Xu Yanqing sniffed aggrievedly, but smelled a familiar peach smell again.

Tilting his head, Xu Yanqing raised his hand and touched the back of his neck. The sweet smell of peaches seemed to emanate from him, and the suppressed restlessness in his heart became stronger, so he sat on the wall like that, Two tears were shed pitifully.

Xiao Langjun was wearing thin pajamas, he looked a little thin, not as fleshy as his face, he was very delicate and delicate.

When he was crying, he looked even more lovable, and Yin Yanjun couldn't help but think of the voice of Xiao Langjun begging for mercy in his ear that night.

Yin Yanjun was in a trance, which was rare, and Xu Yanqing shook his legs hanging on the wall with some irritability, and called out: "Master Daoist!"

Xiao Langjun's voice was a bit soft, and his mouth was slightly pouted in aggrieved way. A gust of wind blew past, and Xiao Langjun's thin body couldn't help shaking. Taking advantage of those red eyes, he looked even more pitiful. .

Yin Yanjun came back to his senses, his sitting posture was as dignified and upright as before, and he spoke calmly and coldly: "Why is Mr. Xiaolang sitting on the wall?"

Xu Yanqing's body was burning like a fire. He stared at the cold Taoist priest in the courtyard with scorching eyes, and couldn't help but slander in his heart that this man was also passionate that night, but now he is so alienated and indifferent when he is on the bed.

"Uncomfortable, can't sleep." Thinking that way in his heart, he glanced at the elegant and upright Taoist priest in the courtyard, Xu Yanqing still answered obediently.

The improvised wall was not high, but the appearance of Mr. Xiaolang dangling on it was somewhat frightening. Jun Yinyan looked at him indifferently: "Mr. Xiaolang, come down first."

Xu Yanqing blinked his big watery eyes, looked at the height of the wall below him, then pouted his mouth slightly: "I can't go down." He was like a drunken little fool, wandering leisurely The legs, even if they couldn't get down, they didn't feel anxious at all.

Yin Yanjun opened his lips and smiled lightly: "Then what is the young man planning?"

The man who got on the bed was really ruthless, Xu Yanqing was so dry and hot, he felt that his head was about to be burnt to a paste, after thinking for a while, he waved to Yin Yanjun: "Taoist, come here."

When Mr. Xiao Lang waved, his body sitting on the wall swayed even more violently, as if he was about to fall off the wall.

Yin Yanjun looked up at the little man on the wall, and the two looked at each other, silent for a moment.In the end, he still chose to surrender, lifted the hem of his clothes and got up calmly, and walked to the wall in a few steps.

"I'm going to jump down, the Taoist priest has to catch it firmly." The corner of the young man's lips raised a wanton smile, and then he swayed and fell down.

Yin Yanjun spread his arms, and the two of them hugged each other, and the sweet peach smell became more and more intense.Yin Yanjun only felt that the whole body of the little man in his arms was hot, and his body stiffened for a moment, and he couldn't help but think of that night, the whole body of the little man was also so hot, and now he couldn't push people away at will, so Yin Yanjun felt I don't know where to put my hands.

The moment Taoist Xuanchen's hands touched his body, he instantly felt an uncontrollable tingling sensation. Xu Yanqing leaned his head in the arms of the Taoist priest, lowered his head and gently sniffed the other person's breath.

"The Taoist priest is cold and indifferent, and the fragrance on his body is also cold and sharp." Xu Yanqing's foggy eyes slightly bent, and he raised his hand to touch the noble and indifferent face of the Taoist priest.

The posture of the two seemed a bit too intimate, Yin Yanjun just looked at the little man in his arms, his expression did not change the slightest from the beginning to the end.

There was an unnatural flush on Xiao Langjun's fleshy face, and the heat on his body was also abnormal. Yin Yanjun finally frowned slightly, and stretched out his slender, white knuckles to test the temperature of Xu Yanqing's forehead.

"Are you drugged again?" Yin Yanjun carried him to the desk and put him on the futon, and asked calmly.

Xu Yanqing rubbed his fingers against the short beard on the Daoist's chin, feeling a little prickly, so he cupped the Daoist's face with both hands in a daze, and shook his head lightly: "No, I seem to be sick." He seems to have become abnormal since he crossed over, like a Teddy who can only be in heat anytime and anywhere.

"Should I call the doctor?" Yin Yanjun frowned slightly.

Xu Yanqing shook his head hesitantly, he raised Yin Yanjun's slender and delicate palm and placed it on the back of his neck: "It's so hot here, so uncomfortable."

There was a little grievance in Xiao Langjun's voice, and he couldn't help but put his furry head into Xuanchen Taoist priest's arms and rubbed around, like a cute and delicate cat.

The skin under his hand was indeed a little abnormally hot, Yin Yanjun couldn't help rubbing it twice, but the little man in his arms shook his body.

"Uncomfortable?" Yin Yanjun was stunned for a moment, then asked slowly.

Xiao Langjun shook his head, his moist eyes narrowed comfortably, and his voice was a little delicate: "Touch it again."