Huaying Tower, at three o'clock in the morning, the young man was still asleep. The continuous fighting last night had exhausted all his energy. When he came back in the morning, Qingya fell asleep when he touched his pillow.
It seems that I have never slept so late as today. In the past, when I was at the foot of the mountain, I would rush around before dawn, worrying about the day's livelihood. Later, on the mountain, every morning, his master would accompany him to practice together. It was really rare like today.
Qing Ming was also lying quietly on the table in front of the window, and the dark red lines on the sword were shining bright red with Qing Ya's long breathing.
With a "squeak", the door was gently pushed open, and a lotus-colored skirt bloomed on the threshold. Hua Qing'er walked in with brisk steps. The hazy clouds and skirt seemed like blossoming peach blossoms. She was more beautiful than that. The stamens on the branches are more bright.
She quietly came to the green cliff and looked at the sleeping boy in front of her, with a sly smile on her lips.
Hua Qing'er slowly leaned down, a few red corals hanging from the sapphire-dot emerald hairpin in her hair gently swaying, just like the ambiguous atmosphere at the moment.
Wrapping a strand of hair hanging down from her chest around her fingertips, leaving only a long tip, Hua Qing'er slowly approached Qingya's face and slowly placed the tip of her hair on the tip of Qingya's nose. Next, the soft hair swayed back and forth under the tip of Qingya's nose, like velvet caressing Qingya's skin.
It was as if the fragrance of autumn citrus stimulated Qingya's taste buds. The ancients once said that looking at plum blossoms quenches thirst. Today Qingya just smelled the fragrance of Hua Qing'er's hair in his sleep, and he couldn't help but drool.
As a result, the body's functions reflexively stopped all this from happening, and he woke up.
With a "chick", Qingya covered his mouth and sat up. He smacked his lips carefully and swallowed a few more times. Fortunately, he didn't drool.
Hua Qing'er, who was lying on Qingya's body, was thinking about his next move. Unexpectedly, the person in front of him woke up and sat up quickly. In order to prevent being hit, Hua Qing'er quickly leaned back, but unexpectedly, he exerted force for a moment. He lost his balance because of the excessive force, and could only wave his arms randomly to find balance.
Besides, Qingya was still in a state of confusion when he woke up. When he opened his eyes, he happened to see Hua Qing'er falling backward in front of his bed. Before he could think about it, Qingya quickly grabbed her right hand and Pulled her back to him.
So a scene like this appeared in this small room: a young man wearing only a nightgown held the wrist of a beautiful girl. The girl's clothes were a little messy and her expression was a little flustered. If the young man had a trace of a sinister smile on his face, it would simply be... It is a picture of a second-generation ancestor raping a common girl.
Fortunately, no one else saw it.
"The sun is going down. Qingya, aren't you hungry? Why don't you get up and eat quickly? I asked you, did you two become thieves last night? Did this girl Qing'er come to your place again?"
Hongxiu muttered and walked sideways into the room. In a blink of an eye, he was stunned by the two people who were pulling and tugging.
"ah,"
After all, he was a little older. Hongxiu didn't run away in a panic. Instead, he joked about the two of them: "Even if you two have a good relationship, you don't have to get tired of being together as soon as you wake up. Or are you cultivators like this? Do you usually comply with your inner desires? It's still a long time now."
With a brush, Hua Qing'er's face turned redder than the sunset. She hurriedly arranged her clothes, lowered her head, and ran out three steps at a time.
"Qing'er, don't leave. I'll just pretend I didn't see anything. You continue."
Hong Xiu continued to tease her, and Hua Qing'er ran faster.
"Well, Sister Hongxiu, you..."
Qingya pulled up the quilt to cover his body, his movements a little awkward.
"What am I? Why are you so shy for a boy? Get up quickly. It's time to have dinner soon."
After Hongxiu left, Qingya got out of bed and started dressing and washing.
Pushing open the door, the sun gradually sets in the west. Looking up into the distance, the shadows of clouds and golden clouds are as heavy as a painting and as curved as a screen. The ripples on the West Lake are also dyed with gold edges, just like a golden fairy skirt.
During dinner, Hua Qing'er still buried her pretty face in her rice bowl, paying no attention to what was going on at the table and only focused on the meal in front of her.
Qing Ya looked at his cute appearance and wanted to laugh out loud, but then she thought that she was the one who made her so shy, so she had to hold back her laughter.
Qing Ya gently rubbed the arm of Hua Qing'er next to him with his arm. The busy beauty next to him stopped what he was doing and glanced over with a "don't mess with me" look.
"Sister Qing'er, let's go out for a walk later. To apologize, all the expenses for the evening will be covered by me."
"When did you become so rich? It couldn't be that you secretly hid a few banknotes in the city lord's mansion last night." Hua Qing'er muttered softly.
"Of course not. Master gave me a lot of money before I went down the mountain. She said that even a penny can't make a hero in the world, so in this mortal world, you must manage enough money."
This is such a simple but unshakable truth.
"What are you two whispering over there?" the sister next to her asked Hua Qing'er curiously.
"No...it's nothing. Um...I've finished eating. Qingya and I are going for a walk. You guys can take your time." Hua Qing'er put down the bowls and chopsticks, pulled Qingya and ran out of Huaying Building from the side door.
The smoky wind has just begun to blow, and the water under the blue screen windows is filled with smoke. The early summer evening breeze blows away the heat of the day. In the cool evening, people come to the streets one after another to comfort their bodies and minds after a long day.
In the Goulan tiled house, you can enjoy the opera and listen to music; in the red boat in the singing house, you can see the beauties as picturesque. The most common place is the night market that connects the streets.
The east wind blows away thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows down the stars like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.
Looking at Hua Qing'er walking between various stalls, Qing Ya felt a little dazed.
In the past, I never thought that there was anything to miss in this world, so I wanted to climb to the Heavenly Meteor and seek immortality. The world of cultivation was mysterious and mysterious, and it attracted me everywhere.
But the short time in Huaying Tower and the experience of going down the mountain in the past few days made Qingya feel that there is beauty in the world.
The children gathered together laughed innocently, and a bunch of sugar paintings were the beautiful things they made today;
The lovers walking side by side, arm in arm, told each other about their current situation and discussed their future. I don't know what the man said, and the girl's cheeks instantly turned red.
As for the family holding their wives and children, the warmth of this moment is enough to make the fatigue of the day disappear.
