An Jia Cheng Feng came to the ceremony as usual.
The sun is high in the sky, and the spring season is about to begin. At noon when the yang energy is strong, after eating and drinking, move to a small stool, brew a cup of tea, go to the roof of the house, close your eyes and take a nap. .
Be at ease and stay at ease in your heart.
The old man, who had gone blind for a moment, was sitting in a large wooden barrel. There was a layer of pebbles on the iron frame below, and a charcoal fire was burning underneath, which could keep the water in the barrel at a suitable temperature and prevent the heat from losing too quickly.
The sunlight shines through the cellar entrance and into the barrel from all directions, and water mist slowly curls up, making the rather large cellar filled with mist, making it feel like a dream, a fantasy, or a fairyland.
The girl on the side is wearing a goose-yellow gauze dress embroidered with bright red chrysanthemums. The most eye-catching part is that it is quite towering, with concave and convex shapes, and is exquisite and transparent, which is what attracts the most attention.
The girl knelt down and clasped her round knees with her arms, gently flicking the charcoal that flickered in and out of the furnace, which was the most important thing about the heat. It also highlighted the perfect arc of her back and the round and plump breasts protruding from her knees. , bouncing lightly under the pull of the tender lotus root-like forearm, full of tension.
It was so refreshing as when the stamens first opened, coupled with the seemingly non-existent erotic atmosphere at this time, the one-eyed old man closed his eyes to rest, which really made people sigh.
But who knew that this one-eyed old man who had been staying in the cellar and never left the cellar had long been accustomed to the freshness that this delicate body brought to her. Now he probably knew every mole better than the girl herself, so naturally he wouldn't What do you think of this unusual posture?
Spread all the charcoal fire sparsely, scoop out a spoonful of hot water and pour it on the pebbles that are as round as the sea bowl on the girl's chest. A large amount of water mist rises with a "sizzling" sound, making the cellar even more misty and steaming.
This girl, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old and was just about to bloom, did not shy away from it. There was obviously some excess gauze that was twisted and fluttering with the soft waist that Yingying grasped. She picked up a small There was a wooden tray on the table, and he walked up to his master with spring in his eyes.
When the red lips are slightly opened, the lingering white teeth are like braided shells. When they open and close, the sound is like a new oriole coming out of the valley, gentle and soft.
She whispered: "The news was sent from Hayato Town last night."
On the wooden tray are placed one piece of neatly folded red paper and two pieces of white paper from left to right.
Enjoying such a comfortable soak in the water, the old man was breathing evenly as if he was asleep and didn't pay any attention to it.
The girl put the tray into the bucket and let it float on the water. Then she walked behind the old man and gently rubbed his shoulders.
The old man took a deep breath and opened his eyes half-heartedly.
The paper is specially treated silk paper. It is said to be soaked in rosin. It is impermeable to water and does not rot when burned. It is very special. So after the old man changed into a comfortable position and accidentally knocked over the tray, one red and two white items strangely stretched into the size of a palm in the water, spread out in front of his eyes.
The girl turned her head and closed her eyes very familiarly. As he had been in front of the old man for seven or eight years, he was very familiar with the old man's habits. Apart from the fact that the old man liked women, which was a well-known habit, he could not transcend his identity. Knowing things you shouldn't know is one of them.
This mixed-race girl whose mother is from Dazhou and whose father is from Fuying clearly remembers that after she served her master for the first time when she was ten years old, some meddlesome people inquired about such unethical things, and she was punished by her master. When he found out, he immediately pulled out his tongue, gouged out his eyes and pierced his ears, and lived half-dead in the world.
How could a girl who knew her master's methods so well knowingly commit a crime?
The girl's subtle movements were reflected in the water, and the old man naturally saw it in his eyes. The reason why he chose to let this young girl serve around her was that the old man liked it.
Girls smell the best, and girls' words and deeds are the best to train.
On the silk paper are characters drawn in circles that are only for the old man to communicate with his subordinates. They are similar to the characters of Dazhou with half of them missing, which is obscure and difficult to understand.
After a general glance, the old man stretched out his hand and made it into three balls, and said: "Hayato-cho really thinks highly of your uncle, and he specially used red paper to pass it on. He took it too seriously."
Apparently expecting that the old man had finished reading, the girl turned her head and asked, "Can I inform you and not be too concerned about it?"
The old man picked out the piece of red silk paper and raised it to eyebrow level. The girl lowered her head and took it in her mouth, chewed it for a while, and then swallowed it whole.
"It doesn't matter." The old man picked up another one, "Big things are coming soon, and these little brats in Hayato Town should also move around. They don't have to panic when doing things in a different place, which is not worth the gain."
After feeding the three balls of tissue paper to the girl, the old man added: "Your mother is coming soon. She just arrived in Dazhou these days. She said she wanted to meet some old friends and would come here in a few days."
The girl looked happy. They had been separated for more than half a year, and she was lying if she said she didn't want to.
The old man stretched out his hand to hold down the pair of soft, boneless green fingers, and gently pulled down, soaking the pair of mutton-fat white jade-like arms in the water. Such a width is just enough to touch the pair of soft hands, and such a posture is just enough to lead his favorite little hands to touch the place where the blood is flowing.
The girl's black hair fell naturally, and the old man teased her cheeks, rubbing out the tender earlobes, and gently rubbed the corners of her mouth, "But you haven't had two phoenixes playing with each other for more than half a year. Are you feeling itchy?"
The girl who couldn't stand such actions the most had a delicate blush on her cheeks, her eyes were blurred, and the opening and closing of her mouth was even more seductive. "Right now, a hundred claws are scratching my heart. It's very uncomfortable."
The very naughty old man smiled evilly and acted deliberately, guiding his little hands up and down to do things, and said: "You are just like your mother, what will you do when you grow up? Who will have a son by then?" Can you be fed by blessings?"
Like a big python, the girl's limbs were getting hotter and twitching, and her breathing was getting louder.
The old man who seemed to like the scenery very much was able to hold himself back and was not impatient. He continued to whisper: "The news said that your uncle and second aunt went to the border of Junzhou and settled in the watershed."
Clearly feeling the movement of the girl's hand stagnate, the old man turned sideways, guided the girl into the barrel, and continued the unfinished action just now.
"Do you think the two siblings made a deliberate arrangement, or did they break in accidentally?"
The girl who was afraid of splashing cautiously stepped into the bucket and said, "A blind cat meets a dead mouse?"
Reaching out to caress the slender, bamboo-like white and tender legs, the old man took the girl into his arms and continued to enjoy the pleasure brought by the girl's small hands. The old man also raised and lowered his hands, gently stroking them slowly and then stroking them.
"Some of the sayings in Zhou Dynasty are unpleasant to hear, but they are really relevant." The old man moved his body, half-lying on the bucket, and closed his eyes to feel the sunlight coming in. "With such a secret layout, how could the two of them Might you know?"
The obedient little girl lay on the old man's chest, continued to swing with one hand, and freed up the other hand to stir up the water and pour it on the old man. She was really skillful in serving people, and the old man was already wet because of it. The skin that was somewhat loose due to age trembled a little.
The girl who has been serving the old man since she was ten years old naturally understands her as well as the old man. She is also familiar with the old man's habits at this critical moment. She sticks out her lilac tongue and plays with a red core in front of her like a civet drinking water.
The old man's breathing gradually became thicker, and his chest rose and fell even more, but at the critical moment, he squeezed the soft ball in his hand. The plump meat ball, which was not for his age, was squeezed and deformed, and it overflowed from the fingers, which was breathtaking.
The girl let out a soft cry, which sounded more like teasing than pain.
He used his free hand to grab the girl's black hair, wrapped it around his palm twice, and then pressed the girl's head into the water without using any force.
The girl who has become accustomed to her master's preferences opened her mouth slightly, wrapping the long dragon with a sword that was still young, just like the ups and downs of her master's chest, and her long hair filled the entire water surface, like a rootless duckweed, swaying Swing, float, float.
"I'm afraid that your little master's wife will become competitive again. If the watershed is lost, that thing will only be planted in Jiguan Mountain."
As the words fell to the ground, the old man trembled for a while, exhaled a sigh of contentment, and rubbed the piece of back that could be broken by blows, still feeling unfinished.
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The high mountains are dangerous to the Shu road.
For thousands of years, the Sichuan Mountains, which stretches for hundreds of miles and is connected to the Qinling Mountains in the north and hundreds of thousands of peaks in the south, have stopped tens of thousands of people because of this natural danger, leaving countless calligraphy poems by literati and poets. If it were not for the fact that surrounded by these mountains there was the famous Tang Sect of the Zhou Dynasty, the extremely mysterious Ming Dao Tomb that was regarded as a palace by millions of swordsmen in the Zhou Dynasty, and the heart of refining elixirs and cultivating Taoism without asking for incense. The Qingcheng Sect is afraid that this place will still be a forbidden place that is closed to the outside world.
It was noon, and the sun had just risen into the sky. In the majestic Sichuan Mountains, the vitality had not yet dissipated. Two young children, a man and a woman, were walking in the dense forest on the mountain with a donkey. They were dressed so well that they could It can be seen that the two of them are either rich or noble. They look even more festive, like two porcelain dolls coming out of New Year pictures.
The little boy with disheveled hair was held up by a bamboo knife with his hands behind his back, looking mature and solemn. Without looking back, he said to the little girl behind him who was wearing a red cotton robe, combing his hair and holding a donkey: "Xiaolongbao, Can you hurry up?"
"If you're too slow, come and lead Fugui!" The little girl, who was called Xiaolongbao by the pretentious little boy, had a look of disgust on her face. She tried hard to pull the stubborn donkey that seemed unwilling to leave, but also paid attention to the fallen leaves at her feet. The stone covered it to prevent it from hurting my feet, and I had to prevent the long and slanting branches around from scratching the finely crafted and expensive red robe, so I walked away reluctantly.
The little boy stopped and turned around. The old god was there, "If you don't hold the hand, let me hold the hand. Fortunately, you are still a sister."
The little girl with a funny name rolled her eyes, gritted her teeth and said angrily: "I believe you and come out with you! Jiang Xiaobai!" Finally, she called the little boy's name as if to bully her, who was only a few breaths older. My sister's shameless villain is like tearing her to pieces.
The little boy named Jiang Xiaobai curled his lips indifferently, turning a deaf ear to the words of his sisters who had breathed out of their mother's womb before him, and still walked forward with his hands behind his back.
"Xiao Long Bao, I advise you to take a few steps quickly. If the old guys at home find my uncle first, you will be guilty of a big sin."
Xiao Long Bao glared and gouged out Jiang Xiaobai, who didn't know how to show mercy at all, and cursed in a low voice that the next step would make him fall into the pit. She has been immersed in poetry, books and etiquette since she was a child, and this seems to be the biggest curse to her.
Jiang Xiaobai looked like he had eyes on his back and said: "Xiaolongbao, don't scold me. Think about what those old guys we overheard said. If my uncle falls into their hands, what will he do?" Let’s not talk about whether to put away the knife or not, just thinking about throwing my little uncle into the knife array makes me scared.”
"I'm leaving! I'm leaving!" Being poked in Jiang Xiaobai's weak spot, Xiao Long Bao looked aggrieved. After all, he obeyed Jiang Xiaobai. He didn't care whether it would hurt his feet or scratch the expensive robe, and he pulled the donkey hard to drive. Serve Jiang Xiaobai.
Jiang Xiaobai looked proud.
Before they had even had a cup of tea, Xiao Long Bao suddenly stopped and said, "Jiang Xiaobai, can you still lead me out of the mountain?"
Jiang Xiaobai, who was walking vigorously in front, visibly trembled and said harshly: "Isn't this my first time out in the mountains? How do I know where the road is?"
"Jiang Xiaobai, you bastard, don't tell me you're lost." Xiao Long Bao cursed softly through gritted teeth again.
Jiang Xiaobai turned around, smiled a little far-fetched, and said, "I'm just looking for a way."
The xiaolongbao really broke his heart.
"I told you to take the high road, take the high road, and if you insist on letting me go, it's fine now. I'm trapped in the mountains. You tell me what to do."
"What should I do if my uncle sees me walking on the main road? You are just stupid. If we had listened to you, we would have captured you long ago." Jiang Xiaobai, who knew he was in the wrong, finally took advantage of his sister's words and "teached" Xiao Long Bao a lesson. , "Don't be anxious. Didn't my uncle say that at that time, those who follow the Jianghu chart are free and unrestrained, and wherever they go, they are at home. The world is so big that everyone has a home. If you can't find a way to find a way, if you really can't find it, just go out. The road is coming..."
"Shut up and find a way quickly, okay?" Xiao Long Bao was a little troubled by this little brother who was talking so much about nothing.
After a few sticks of incense, Jiang Xiaobai looked up at the sun that was climbing higher and higher. He crossed his chest with one hand and touched his chin with one hand, as if he was thinking about it, as if he was thinking deeply about an important matter.
"This world is not easy to navigate."
