East China Sea dust

The sun is three poles high, and the bright daylight shines through the extravagant and luxurious crocodile curtains, and casts fine halos on the embroidered surface of the brocade quilt, and the floating dust floats around in mid-air with the light beams.

The man lying flat on the bed was naked. His upper body was exposed, the muscles of his chest and back were smooth, and his waist and abdomen were wrapped in soft golden satin, completely covering up the large scenery below.

His chest rose and fell with his even and long breathing, and Ao Zhan frowned slightly at this moment, not waking up from the deep dream.On the side of the neck, there are a few ambiguous marks scattered here and there, which seem to indicate the lust of the previous night.

The sound of Xi Suo came from the edge of the bed, and a moment later, the man who was still immersed in his sleep felt a sudden weight on his body, and a familiar faint fragrance rushed to his face, and it also carried a little bit of the coolness outside the house.

With a muffled snort, Ao Zhan subconsciously took the body that was rushing towards him into his arms.

Regardless of whether Zhang Qinglan was still saying something in her ear, she wrapped her arm around the opponent's slender waist, turned around, and pressed the person under her body, and she couldn't do anything wrong.

Sword brows were furrowed tightly, Ao Zhan closed his eyes, turned his face and nibbled on the side of the young man's neck, and whispered in a low voice, "Don't make trouble."

At this moment, Zhang Qinglan was pressed on the bed by him, feeling the cold breath passing by his ears, the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, kissed Ao Zhan's side face, and hugged his back.

It wasn't until this time that the proud Dragon King of the East China Sea was finally willing to open his eyes, leaning his elbows on the side of the young man's ears, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, handsome and handsome.

The man Mo Qing's vertical pupils were clear and bright, his eye feathers were half drooping, and he looked intently at the person in front of him, with no displeasure in his expression, he was silent for a while, and finally bowed his head and kissed the young man's sideburns: "When is it?" ?”

Zhang Qinglan was fully dressed at this time, as if she had woken up early, she put her palm on Ao Zhan's side face, and stroked the corners of his eyes with her fingertips: "It's six o'clock."

Following the movements, the ends of the two men's black hair became entangled, but Ao Zhan didn't care at all. After straightening up, he sat down on the side of the bed magnanimously. One of the strands of black hair is played with in the palm of the hand: "I got up early today."

Wearing a thin moon white robe, Zhang Qinglan sat half-kneeling in front of Ao Zhan, resting her palm on the man's shoulder, blinked, and said, "It's the beginning of spring today."

"Well," Ao Zhan responded, seeing Zhang Qinglan rubbing towards him like a cat, with a coquettish look, but deliberately pretending to be puzzled, fiddled with the other's eyelashes a few times, and asked with raised eyebrows : "What about Lichun?"

Zhang Qinglan was very straightforward at this time, she pulled out of Ao Zhan's arms in a serious manner, put her hands on her lap obediently, and confessed honestly: "I want to go out to play."

"Hmm..." As if suddenly remembering all the sneaking experiences she had, Zhang Qinglan felt a subtle embarrassment on her face.

Probably out of intention to please, before Ao Zhan could answer, Zhang Qinglan grabbed the man's wrist and added quite seriously: "Together with you."

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The two of them did not bring chariots and horses, nor did they use spiritual power spells, but walked slowly along the path among the bamboo forests.

The Lord Dragon King, who has always been pampered, had no objection to this, and followed Zhang Qinglan, and the two of them clasped their hands.

The white snow accumulated in the forest in the deep winter slowly melts in the spring and turns into crystal clear water droplets, which slide down tick-tock along the leaf tips and hit the moist soil with a slight sound.

The breeze was blowing, rolling up a corner of the youth's tulle-like clothes.

Zhang Qinglan didn't care, instead, she casually broke off a thin willow branch from the side of the road, and held it in her hand to play with it.

Ao Zhan held Zhang Qinglan's hand, and rubbed his fingertips on the back of the other's hand a few times. He deliberately slowed down his pace, keeping himself at a later position, and occasionally saw the young man's smiling side face, his expression was A gentleness that I didn't realize.

Not long after, the streets and alleys of Yecheng appeared before his eyes.

It's the beginning of spring, and the eyes are full of fresh greenery, and even the noisy voices in the city seem extraordinarily vigorous.Most of the streets were vendors selling odds and ends. There were three or five paper kites hanging on the shelves. The long streamers on the tails of the kites were blown by the breeze and fluttered nonstop.

It happened to coincide with the opening of the restaurant. In order to attract customers, the store deliberately set up a stall outside the store door. The sweet aroma of sauced beef mixed with rice porridge diffused, leaving a seductive aroma in the air.

Children play in groups of twos and threes on the street, holding shuttlecocks, sandbags and so on, laughing and chasing each other.The woman on the other side was walking towards the market with a vegetable basket in her hand and a baby in her hand.

Together with Ao Zhan, Zhang Qinglan walked along the green flagstones along the street.

The two walked side by side, before entering the city, Ao Zhan had cast a spell to blur their faces and figures, so that they would not appear abrupt and would not attract people's attention when walking in the crowd.

Occasionally, I stopped when I saw some gadgets, negotiated with the boss, and then took out a few copper coins, and exchanged all the candy bean bags, paper-cut clay sculptures, and took them back to Chongli's space when passers-by were not paying attention.

I bought a few odds and ends, and the road went a long way.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Qinglan noticed the peddler who was peddling across the street.

Unlike ordinary small vendors, the peddler carried a pole on his shoulders, and a round bamboo basket was hung on each end of the pole.The bamboo basket was covered with a thick layer of white gauze.

Every time the shopkeeper takes a step, he will make a cry, and the exquisite refreshments placed on it will shake gently.

Zhang Qinglan was a little fascinated by watching it, and couldn't help but want to buy some to eat.

But the moment he took a step, Ao Zhan held his hand and dragged him back. Looking at the young man who didn't blink, he asked helplessly, "Where are you going?"

Zhang Qinglan pointed at the shopkeeper.

Some time ago, it rained in spring, causing the street between the two of them and the shopkeeper to be filled with muddy sewage, which could be splashed high when stepped on.

Seeing the things on the bamboo basket of the man clearly, Ao Zhan pulled Zhang Qinglan behind him, glanced at the other party's moon white robe, and said in a deep voice: "Stand still and don't move."

Afterwards, there was wind under his feet, and he stepped over the bricks and stones on the street to buy refreshments from the vendor.

Just when Ao Zhan took the tea fruit wrapped in oil paper and turned back to Zhang Qinglan, he found a peddler dressed in shorts suddenly appeared beside him.

The peddler was pushing a wooden shelf made of bamboo slices in his hand, and yelled to the surroundings: "Look at what you want, hairpin necklaces, bracelets and earrings, everything you need, Mr. Bao is satisfied."

As he said, there are indeed a wide variety of jewelry hanging on the wooden shelf. Although the workmanship is a little rough, it is superior in novel style and affordable price.

"Although our jewelry is not made of high-quality materials, it is good because of the word 'clever'. Apart from giving gifts between husband and wife to increase the relationship, it is also very good as a gift for the girl you like." The peddler approached Zhang Qinglan Stepping up to him, trying to solicit business: "Brother, you look very talented, have you ever been married?"

Zhang Qinglan looked at the very familiar face, and silently took a step back: "..." Well, this master didn't even change his peddling words.

It was at this moment that Ao Zhan suddenly returned to Zhang Qinglan's side.

Keenly caught the words "marriage", "husband and wife", "the girl you like", and immediately made the arrogant Dragon King blush: "What is he talking about?"

Zhang Qinglan leaned back against Ao Zhan's chest, she was fine at first, but when she turned her head and saw the man's expression, her thoughts moved a little.

Immediately, he took a step forward, picked up a wooden hairpin from the peddler's stall, smiled narrowly at the corners of his lips, as if in agreement, and said to the peddler, "Well, we just got married a few days ago."

After finishing speaking, she turned her head quietly, and made a "lady" mouth shape towards the man.

A vein twitched on Ao Zhan's forehead.

"Then you've come to the right place." The peddler smiled happily, took off the ornaments on the shelf in twos and then stuffed them into Zhang Qinglan's hands: "Come on, brother, you can pick and choose, buy it and give it to your wife. You must be smiling."

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In the end, Ao Zhan spent his wallet to round up the hawker's hairpin. He didn't care that he was still carrying a cloth tea bag, and took Zhang Qinglan's hand, and he arrived in a deserted mountain forest in an instant.

There are huge trees in the deep mountain, Ao Zhan pushed the young man in front of the tree trunk, and squeezed the other's chin tightly, making people have to raise their heads and passively accept the deep kiss.

Ao Zhan's offensive has always been ferocious, like a storm, the tip of his tongue easily pried open Zhang Qinglan's teeth, stirring the soft tongue of the opponent who hadn't had time to react.

The soft flesh on the lips was being torn, bitten, licked and kissed non-stop, and there were waves of fine and sticky water in the ears, which made people feel dry and hot for no reason, almost out of breath.

Holding the man's collar with his fingertips, he let out a few whimpering groans from his throat, until his breasts were ravaged and turned red, and the young man also softened into a puddle of water in his arms, Ao Zhan then let out a low laugh , straightened up, and opened the distance between the two.

After the kiss was over, Ao Zhan wiped away a tear from the end of the young man's eyes, looked at the bundled ornaments intentionally or unintentionally, and leaned over to touch his forehead: "Marriage? Marriage, huh?"

Zhang Qinglan was slightly absent-minded, hadn't recovered from the previous kiss, and leaned weakly in Ao Zhan's arms, with her mouth open, panting uncontrollably.

Ao Zhan's gaze softened a bit, and he rubbed the silver thread at the corner of the opponent's mouth with his thumb.

After teasing her enough, she took out a jade hairpin from her bosom.

The jade quality of the hairpin can only be regarded as inferior, the water head is not enough, and the things accumulated in it are also mixed and tangled together in a mess, which is really a bit crude.

It seems to have been broken in the middle, but it was rewound and put together with thin gold wires. It's just that the person's handwork was worse. It can be seen that a lot of hard work has been done, but the final product is still a little rough. leak.

The moment Zhang Qinglan saw the hairpin, her whole body froze, she was speechless for a moment, she just raised her head blankly and looked at Ao Zhan.

Ao Zhan gave a low laugh, but he didn't feel a little bit ashamed of his clumsy manual work. He pinned the young man's sideburn hair behind his ears, and then put the jade hairpin into the other's bun.

Zhang Qinglan blinked, and there seemed to be a layer of mist in the bottom of her eyes.

"Tsk," Ao Zhan kissed away the teardrops oozing from the end of his eyes, his tone was gentle and low: "Why are you crying?"

"Yes... marrying you, marrying you." Zhang Qinglan stood on tiptoe, hugged the man's shoulder tightly, pressed a light kiss on his lips, and called vaguely: "Ao Zhan."

There was nothing unnatural in Ao Zhan's expression, and he hugged him even more frankly: "Yes."

Huifeng is smooth and the spring is harmonious.

It's the beginning of spring.