I have a routine, male god

In the courtyard, groups of hydrangeas bloom against the morning sun, and the flowers are tightly clustered together, you are next to me, and I am next to you, blooming enthusiastically and loudly.

Su Xi was sitting at the stone table reading a book. One of the two maidservants fanned her while the other served her tea. Tang Ling sat beside him for a while, and coughed lightly: "You all go down, there is no need here." you."

The maids bowed and left. After they walked away, Tang Ling looked around, made sure that no one was there, and gave Su Xi a bag of gold leaves, then raised his face and looked at her expectantly.

Su Xi chuckled and moved towards him, at this moment Tang Ling suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"

Su Xi:? ? ?

Tang Ling picked up the handkerchief on the table, then walked to the stone lion in the corner of the courtyard, covered the lion's head with the handkerchief, and then walked back, raising his face again.

Su Xi froze for a moment, then couldn't help laughing, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

Tang Ling blushed and said angrily, "Stop laughing! How can it be so funny!"

Su Xi was still laughing non-stop: "That's, it's so funny, hahaha!"

After laughing for a while, seeing that the young master was about to explode, Su Xi stopped, pinched his chin, and said charmingly, "The number of gold leaves you need is different for different places~"

Her eyes were full of smoke, making people fall into her heavy eyes, unable to extricate themselves. Tang Ling suffocated for breath, as if in a magic barrier, took off the jade pendant at his waist and put it on the table, followed by hairpins, golden crowns, etc. , jeweled daggers...

Tang Ling didn't close his eyes until he removed all the accessories on his body, and approached Su Xi.

Su Xi hugged the boy's slender and straight body, and then kissed his lips. She bit Tang Ling's lips lightly, and traced his lips with the tip of her tongue. Tang Ling could bear it at first, until Su Xi Putting his tongue into his mouth, he blushed. He suddenly pushed Su Xi away, widened his amber pupils, and said in shock and shyness: "You you you! Why are you still sticking out your tongue?!"

Su Xi raised her eyebrows: "Huh? Don't you know that kissing is all about sticking out your tongue."

Tang Ling blushed almost to the point of bleeding: "How could I know such a thing!"

Su Xi smiled: "Okay, then do you want to kiss?"

Tang Ling was beating a drum, pretending to be fearless, and said, "Dear!"

So he went up to meet him again, but Su Xi broke into his mouth and wreaked havoc at will without any power to resist.

After some lingering lips and teeth, Tang Ling buried himself on the table, not daring to look up, and took Su Xi's hand to leave the courtyard after a while.

When the passing servants saw him, they couldn't help muttering in their hearts, was it an illusion?Why does the young master look like he has been trampled?

Ever since buying kisses from the daughter of the theater, Tang Ling always kept gold leaves on his body, and gave Su Xi a bag whenever he went to a place where no one was around. Over time, he became proficient, and he would never blush easily again.

It's a pity that a mountain is still as high as a mountain, and the rank of the young master is really too low.

In the garden, two little maids walked down the path with a fruit plate, laughing and talking about the upcoming Begonia Flower Fair, without knowing that behind the rockery ten steps away, their young master was kissing Miss Su.

Tang Ling embraced Su Xi's slender waist, pressed her against the rock, and intertwined with the tip of her tongue. The more he tasted it, the sweeter the elegant lotus scent became. It was simply irresistible.

The voices of the little maids were close at hand, but Tang Ling didn't want to stop at all. Suddenly, his body shook, and he opened his eyes, his amber pupils were full of shock.

I saw a jade hand hovering around his waist, stroking and kneading lightly and heavily, full of hints.

This hand seemed to have magical powers, and clusters of flames were ignited in Tang Ling's body. He gradually panted, his face flushed, and endless desire was aroused in his heart, wanting...more...

Most of Tangmen's clothes were dark blue, and they were extremely slim. Tang Ling's figure was already slender and straight, but against the background of the clothes, his waist appeared more flexible and powerful, making people want to stretch out his evil hands and abuse him.

What's more terrible is, I don't know which generation has passed down the tradition. Tangmen's clothes are rarely tight, such as the one on Tang Ling, with a slit on both sides of the waist, revealing a little delicate skin , this pouring spring color is in stark contrast to the overall solemnity, forming a more deadly allure.

So under Tang Ling's gaze, whether it was eagerness or resistance, Su Xi put his hand into the seam of his clothes, and played with his waist more presumptuously.

Tang Ling felt the warm palms rubbing against his waist, moving and pressing his fingers, which made him tremble unceasingly, and slipped into the abyss of pleasure. In order not to make a sound, Tang Ling clenched his hands tightly. Lower lip, buried her head on Su Xi's shoulder, and sniffed the fragrance of her hair.

Finally, the little maid walked away, and Su Xi also stopped her hand, but Tang Ling felt as if he was being bitten by ants all over his body. He felt extremely uncomfortable, and finally calmed down. He stared at Su Xi and accused: "What are you doing?" Touch my waist!"

Su Xi smiled as a matter of course: "You have two slits on your clothes, aren't you just waiting for people to put their hands in?"

Tang Ling was extremely angry: "Tangmen's clothes are like this!"

Su Xi let out an oh, and said, "But didn't you really like it just now?"

Tang Ling's face turned red like a drop of blood, and he retorted fiercely: "No!"

Su Xi laughed, noncommittal: "I've been really bored to death recently, when will you take me to the theater again?"

Tang Ling exploded immediately: "You want to meet that actor? Impossible! Don't even think about it!"

The more he talked, the more angry Tang Ling said: "You woman! Why are you so dissimilar! You just treated me... like that, and now you're going to see another man!"

Seeing that the young master was about to fail, Su Xi quickly hugged him, and patted his back with both hands: "Okay, okay, if you don't want to go, why don't you go, then take me to another place to play."

Only then was Tang Ling soothed, he snorted softly and said, "The Begonia Flower Party will be held soon, and I will take you there then."

Speaking of the Begonia Flower Fair, it is indeed a grand and elegant event. The owner of Cangyue Villa, Murongli, is a master of both books and swords. right.

Murongli loves crabapple flowers very much, and every time the crabapple flowers are in full bloom, he will hold a flower appreciation party, inviting people from all walks of life to appreciate the crabapple flowers.

The owner of the head of the group can get a reward of 1000 taels, so every time the flower viewing party comes, the nearby flower farmers will flock to it, which is very lively.

For most people, this is probably an ordinary Begonia Flower Fair, but for those who are interested, especially those who want to make a name for themselves, this is an excellent opportunity.

Lin Xian'er is a woman with great ambitions. She prides herself on her beauty, and wants to gain supreme power and status by relying on her body and appearance, so that those well-known heroes of the rivers and lakes will be driven by her. Therefore, she needs a stage to spread the word. She is the title of the most beautiful woman in Jianghu.

Lin Xian'er inquired for a long time, and Wu Wenying, a well-known Zhejiang talent in the literary world, was also invited to Cangyue Villa this time. If he could write a poem for herself, then her status as the most beautiful woman in the world would be unshakable.

For this Begonia Flower Festival, Lin Xian'er has been preparing for a long time, spending huge sums of money to invite one hundred of the best embroiderers in Suzhou to rush to make her dress. Floating like a fairy, blooming like flower petals, it is beautiful to the extreme with the wreath and gold butterfly necklace, tassel crystal hairpin, pearl earrings and jasper bracelet.

On the day when the flower festival started, there were huge crowds of people, and it was extremely lively. At the gate of the village, four white horses pulled a golden-topped carriage to a stop. The four corners of the carriage were decorated with crystals, and the walls of the carriage were painted with gold powder to show peacock patterns, which was very beautiful. It immediately attracted the attention of many people.

A slender and fair hand opened the curtain of the car. Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, Lin Xian'er came out like a proud peacock. Her long hair was like black ink, her skin was like jade, bright and charming, radiant and radiant. There are thousands of styles in the frown and smile, and there is a trace of charm in the purity, which is suffocatingly beautiful.

Lin Xian'er walked into the villa, the light gauze skirt fluttered in the wind, as if she would become a fairy in the next moment, all the men present did not look at her, and all the women present showed jealous eyes.

Lin Xian'er's eyes showed a smug expression, at this moment, she noticed that a young man in a dark blue bamboo shirt didn't look at her, didn't even give her the slightest look, but pulled Holding the hand of a veiled girl, talking to her.

The little boy's gaze stuck to the girl's body like honey, sweet and soft, and he couldn't drive her away.

He must have not noticed me. Thinking this way, Lin Xian'er, who was extremely competitive, let go of the handkerchief on purpose. When the wind blew, the handkerchief that was stained with the scent of rouge happened to fall at the young master's feet.

Lin Xian'er brushed her hair and said in a voice like jewels: "Young master, can you pick up the handkerchief for me?"

The men present were instantly jealous, why didn't the handkerchief fall by my feet!

Just when they fantasized about picking up the handkerchief by themselves and forming a relationship with the beauty, the little prince turned his head impatiently and said coldly: "You don't have hands yourself?"

In an instant, the atmosphere froze, and everyone scolded the kid for being confused, and Lin Xian'er also froze in place, incredulously asking, "What, what?"

Tang Ling's eyes were as bright as snow, and there seemed to be a layer of frost on his handsome face, making it extremely difficult to approach vdygdcg: "It seems that not only your hand is broken, but your ears are also deaf."

Lin Xian'er, who has always been praised by others, has never been so humiliated. She immediately burst into tears and pointed at Su Xi, "Why did you treat me like this? Don't tell me I'm not as good-looking as her?"

Tang Ling's eyes immediately turned cold, and a bit of murderous intent leaked out of his voice: "If you point your fingers at her again, I'll cut off your fingers one by one immediately!"