don't be vulgar for me

The wooden threshold is wet, and the drunken butterfly flowers placed on the balcony of the Yuzui building have thickened into a puddle of black purple thin petals on the threshold. Ah Heng squatted outside the door, pulling down the door railing with his rough hands, and the petals and leaves were wet. Lifting his eyes to see the girls Zhi Yi showing off their faces and enjoying themselves, he smiled silly for a while.

Everyone said that he and his brothers had no ambitions, no prospects, and spent their lives with some useless women at a young age. It would be a blessing to his ancestors to have a man and a half woman, but he and A Hong were narrow-minded. , guarding this door day and night, and occasionally the girls smiled at them, and the bucket could be carried back and forth several times.

He has met the monk who is married to Miss Ling'er several times.Because there is a well outside the gate of Baiju Temple, it is always cold and refreshing. The girl likes to drink, so he carries it. In summer, it seems that he has to go back and forth every day.He had also seen the little monk sitting next to Qing'er peeling peanuts to eat. He was not as tall as his shoulders at that time, but now he could reach his neck.Counting the time, it's almost the fifth year, but the monk Qusi doesn't look like he has grown up. Although his facial features look like those drawn in ink, he is always cold now, especially after Ruan Niang left. It has the same effect as the body, and grows together.

Ah Heng couldn't figure out how Miss Ling'er, such a lively and kind girl, would marry such a man, but he figured it out this afternoon.Ruan Niang asked her two brothers to protect Shuxiang Pavilion because they looked strong, but the monk was not strong, but he could easily break a scholar's wrist, and he couldn't catch up with the words he said. He could speak and move, Ruan Mother, she just wants to find someone like this to protect Miss Ling'er. In this world, it's too hard to live alone.

His palms were full of residual flowers, and his cuffs were full of fragrance. Ah Heng was reluctant to throw them away. He looked up and saw that the girls were all drunk, so he got up and wanted to find a water bottle to wash them off. Looking at Miss Ling'er's room at every turn, she kindly reminded her: "Uncle, Uncle, let's go to bed earlier."

It's like stepping on a piece of mud under the feet, and the broken flowers and leaves are deep in the mud. Although it is full of fragrance, An Qinsi almost lost his footing when he lifted his feet, and said to Ah Heng cautiously: "Mmm...thank you."

Upstairs Tang Ling'er's room was hung with big red curtains on both sides, the wind blowing horns, revealing the cracks of the clear wooden door. Said: "My lord, please treat our girl well. Everyone says that she is young and has deep thoughts. If she is good to someone, she will put this person in the bottom of her heart. You can't get it out even if you want to, even if you hate someone. So Young Master, if you leave Shuxiang Pavilion in the future, please let her laugh more and cry less than a day." His mouth did not tremble, Ah Hengquan poured out the words in his belly, seeing that An Qinsi had turned around, Lian bowed to him in salute and ran to the backyard with his arms around the petals.

It's easy to hear the words from other people's mouths, but if you really want to say it, people even ask gods to worship Buddha, and talk about it in your heart.An Qinsi is not a Buddha, the six roots are unclean, and there are always two that are not quiet. Now, after listening to what Ruan Niang and Ah Heng said, there is a string in her mind that is like the strings plucked by the girls under the seat. She can hardly tell the difference. No, family hatred and national hatred, she can't feel it in Shuxiang Pavilion, the only thought is ready to come out, and she can't suppress it:

Today, we got married, and Linger...

Coming down from the steps in the center of the hall, walking past the girl with rouge and powder all the way, and stepping up the steps to the second floor, An Yusi stood in the ancient memory, and when he recalled it, it seemed like it was timeless.

In the summer of the Anlu Mountain rebellion in 757, Xuanzong bestowed Princess Rongyi in marriage to Anqingzong. Shan called Concubine Yang Gui to be her mother, and she coaxed Xuanzong into a circle by being sweet and eloquent.

That year, An Qinsi was 21 years old, and she was the only girl in the family. She wrote idle poems every day, danced knives, played guns and fake handles. All the elder brothers and younger brothers in the family got beauties, but she was alone. She asked her mother why she didn't find someone. After marrying her, my mother said that men in the Central Plains only have books and ink, and they can't do any martial arts immediately, so they can't protect you.

Now the day is full of light, everyone's pupils are red, and thousands of gold bottles are lined up on the wine table, but the officials in the seat are still cautious after drinking. Too formal.

But three months later, when the tearing sound of the handover of weapons came, and the Anshi Rebellion officially kicked off, An Qinsi realized that the princess and elder brother, together with the courtiers who came to the banquet, were all victims of a political knife.

Scenes of festive red lights instantly overflowed with mottled blood shadows, and later she took the initiative to ask her mother to help her father, but she wanted to do her best, but there were some things that she was not only involved in alone, no matter how hard she worked, it was impossible to return At first.

The color of her lips was bright and dark, An Qin thoughtfully smiled and hung on her lips, pushed open the light door, and was immersed in the fragrance of light milk, and her body naturally warmed up.It turned out that I met her earlier than I thought I would meet her.

Three months earlier, at the eldest brother's wedding banquet, a little girl with an oval face appeared for the first time, with a pair of almond eyes and curved eyelashes, wearing a pink and blue gilt silk skirt, shuttled back and forth between the wine tables chasing a butterfly, and fell too fast. In her arms, the fragrance of light milk instantly hooked the tip of An Qinsi's nose. She smiled involuntarily, watching the green silk and light jade hairpins on the little girl's corolla shaking, she opened her mouth to laugh at the little girl, but she smiled from her knees. Standing up, she glanced at herself tremblingly, then at the butterfly flying away behind her, and immediately returned to her father's table as if fleeing.

An Linsi saw her father pronounce the word "don't look" with his lips, but the girl pressed her lips together and secretly looked at her side. There was a sea of ​​people, and her eyes could meet.An Linsi suddenly felt that the time has been left to the present, whether it is from outside the Great Wall to the Central Plains, or from home, to his father's camp, and then stepping over corpses, it seems that he is looking for her...

Being pushed away involuntarily, just like approaching her involuntarily now.

The word "Happy" was stuck in pairs on the screen, the window coffin, and the bed. The bedding wrapped in red brocade silk and satin was neatly folded together. Even the teacups were pasted with two pieces of happy flowers made with small scissors. An Linsi's steps were soft and gentle. With a little noise, the black pupils were filled with the figure of Jiaoqian, Ling'er, she, she was wearing a red hijab, and she was waiting for herself to lift it off.

Her heart was loosened, but An Qinsi was powerless to fasten it again. She sat gently next to her at a distance of three palms, closed her eyes and melted her body, and then told herself that it was true.

Fiddling with her fingers, Tang Ling'er could only see her own hands, which were moist and white, and the light powder Kodan was evenly applied to set off her slender hands, and her hijab moved slightly. The monk clasped his hands tightly.

"Quisi, is that you?" Hearing the noise and smelling the fragrance of Buddha on his body, Tang Ling'er immediately turned around and asked, and after a while, he heard only a "hmm" in reply.

"Hurry up, pull off my hijab, let's have a good drink."

Waiting for someone to tease her in a hurry, An Qinsi kept watching, but did not get up and sat still, "I want to make her happy", "I can't let her know", "How about lying to her for the rest of my life?" , An Qinsi's eyes were dizzy, and two Tang Ling'er were born.One hour, she was beautiful and pure, and now, she has a tall and straight figure, and the round white flesh under the neck can be seen even through the red hair.

Suddenly, An Qinsi pinched the corner of the hijab with his hand, the silk and satin were like water, and Tang Linger's lightly powdered face slid down inch by inch, and it fell on An Qinsi's palm, and she clenched it tightly instantly, and she pushed back The joy in Ling'er's eyes is not for her, but for a clean monk. This monk will protect her for the rest of his life, and he can even completely ignore himself to protect her. This monk is not her, and she can't even be called a monk. If it wasn't for the convenience of the past, she could even call herself a nun or a nun. She doesn't care about the false name, but it's different, all the illusions are all she wants... Besides, daughter of the An family, how can this identity deceive her for the rest of her life.

The hijab slid over the eyes, Tang Ling'er blinked mistyly, the blue pupils reappeared this person's scene, and stared at An Qinsi with a smile, moved his toes lightly, and kicked him slightly: "Qi Si, why don't you say anything, and ask my daughter to speak first."

An Quisi faded her face, turned her head slowly, and saw two small Ru Kiln Qingbai wine glasses on the chair beside the screen, felt that the kick she kicked herself was weightless, probably because the upper of her shoe was too thin, and her calf could touch the instep of her foot temperature.

Her feet were still moving lightly, An Qinsi pinched the hijab and stuffed it around her waist, touched the bag of powder Ruan Niang gave her, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't know what to say."

Stopping, Tang Ling'er leaned closer to An Qinsi's face again, as if she was about to touch someone else's face as close as possible, watching her delicate eyebrows move closer and closer between her eyebrows.

An Linsi's eyelashes softened into water waves, and she sat down on the bed.After a long time, she suddenly felt a little angry for some reason, leaning the center of her lower lip towards her upper lip, and when she had seen enough and moved away from her, An Lin thought about pulling it up.

I only heard a few indistinct but very clear and soft ear sensations from her mouth flaps.

Tang Ling'er tugged at the corner of her clothes, her white face was steaming hot, she walked away from An Yu and said: "How can you not know these scenes? I didn't even know which room it was when I entered your house. It's..."