Retreat, Retreat, Retreat!

It was late at night, and Wen Lingyin walked alone on the empty road. When passing by the gate of Fusi in Beizhen, he almost subconsciously stopped and stared at the pale gray eaves slightly exposed from the green shade.

Just more than two months ago, he had sat side by side with Yue Yao on this eaves, drank the moon, and listened to her talk about some strange things in the world. But now it’s empty, except for the moonlight pouring and flowing, there is no one’s hearty laughter...

Wen Lingyin knew that he was a boring person, dull, rigid, cold and stubborn. The only thing he was good at was training soldiers and fighting. It was normal for a good girl like Yue Yao to dislike him. When he made up his mind to hold Yue Yao's hand, but saw the dodge and unnaturalness in her eyes, Wen Lingyin realized that Yue Yao made the promise when she was seriously injured. Most of her two kisses did not leave. Heart.

She was not used to being close to him, she told a white lie. It's not sad, it must be false.

After many days, Yue Yao also came to him from time to time. When speaking, he always looked at his expression unconsciously, and even smiled cautiously. He always lowered his voice and called him: "Master Wen? You still live in a humble position." How angry?"

Rather than being angry with her, it is better to say that I am angry: I have a thousand words in my chest, but my mouth is clumsy, and I can't even say a word of my heart.

Besides, Wen Lingyin still remembers her tight wrists and slight resistance when she took Yue Yao's hand. He wasn't sure what Yue Yao meant by turning around him.

Like it, or just guilt?

The stars are shining, the moonlight is like water, and the cicadas in the shade of the trees sing occasionally, interrupting Wen Lingyin's disordered thoughts.

He withdrew his gaze from the empty eaves, turned around to turn back, but suddenly a familiar and crisp voice came from behind him: "Master Wen?"

This voice seemed to have magical power, and when it first sounded, it waved waves in Wen Lingyin's calm heart.

Wen Lingyin couldn't help turning around, and saw Yue Yao standing in a red skirt under the orange lights, and Wu Fa tied into a high ponytail with red ribbons. It was both the beauty of a girl’s house and the publicity of a martial artist. The whole body seemed to emit light, forming two contrasting colors with Wen Lingyin who was soaked in the dark blue night.

She rarely wears women's clothing, and once in a while, Wen Lingyin can only see her in her eyes, and the sun, moon and stars are all overshadowed.

Wen Lingyin was a person of emotion and anger. Even though his heart was surging, his face was still calm and indifferent. He only stood on the palace road and looked at her quietly, with a lot of deep expression in his eyes.

Yue Yao ran all the way, the light under the eaves slowly faded from her, but he did not detract from his color. She smiled brightly and said: "I just went to the main mansion to find you not here. I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Your Majesty is summoned to report on duty, so he will come back later."

"It's so late every day, it's hard work, my lord! If you have any work to share with Beizhen Fusi in the future, don't always carry it on your own."

Wen Lingyin lowered his eyelashes and said nothing. In fact, he deliberately took all the work on himself, and only when he was busy would he try not to think about it as much as possible.

Yue Yao couldn't see his feelings, so she cleared her throat and found an excuse to stay with him for a while: "Master Wen, a case was submitted below a few days ago. The humble job didn't understand it. Would you like to come in and give me some advice?"

Wen Lingyin saw the hope in her eyes, but still shook her head: "No, it's too late. I'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Hey, wait!" Yue Yao grabbed his hand, "It's okay not to talk about official business, just talk about personal affairs. The moonlight is good tonight, and the adults have worked hard, so I have a drink with me to relieve the fatigue. , Okay?"

After all, she blinked her eyes playfully and begged: "You will accept me, Master Wen?"

Wen Lingyin's gaze fell on the hands of the two shaking hands, a wave flashed in his eyes, and then he was covered by his thick eyelashes. Seeing that he didn't speak, Yue Yao said softly, "Today is my birthday, do you have the heart to reject me?"

Wen Lingyin raised his eyes suddenly, and asked in a clear voice: "Isn't the birthday of the more caressed in three months?"

"..." Yue Yao, who was ruthlessly exposed the lie, was embarrassed for a while, rubbing the tip of her nose and laughing, "Really? I forgot, or Master Wen has a good memory...Hey, how does Master Wen know my birthday?"

Wen Lingyin's Adam's apple rolled around, then turned away, and broke away from Yue Yao's hand.

Yueyao's palm was empty, and her heart was empty, she smiled and leaned in front of Wen Lingyin: "Still angry? Give you a small hand, okay? Come on, pull it, pull it, I don't mind." , She generously handed her palm to Wen Lingyin.

Her eyes were too clean, so clean without any distracting thoughts, like a child who hadn't been able to get rid of them. Wen Lingyin closed his eyes and said, "I'm not angry, but..."

Yue Yao asked: "Just what?"

Wen Lingyin shook his head.

It's just that I can't see through her thoughts. The resistance was so obvious before, and now he behaved so bluntly, he didn't want her to force herself because of guilt.

In the next moment, Yue Yao took the initiative to hold him, clasping his fingers in an intimate posture.

Wen Lingyin was slightly surprised.

Yue Yao smiled and said, "Why, Master Wen doesn't like this? As long as it makes you happy, you can pull it for as long as you want."

Wen Lingyin seemed unsatisfied, frowning slightly and said: "I don't want to be happy alone. I want you to be happy too. The more you caress."

Yue Yao was startled, and there was a warm current in the softest part of her heart. She rubbed the tip of her nose embarrassedly, deliberately teasing him, "Oh! Since adults don't like it, then I'll let go!"

After a brief stupefaction, Wen Lingyin quickly buckled her back, his ear tips glowing red in the moonlight, and said softly, "I like it."

Yue Yao chuckles out loud. Wen Lingyin looked at her seriously, and said for a long time: "Then what about you?"

"What am I?"

"Do you like this too?"

Yue Yao opened her mouth, but she swallowed it again when the words reached her mouth. She bit her lower lip and smiled slyly, and deliberately sold it out: "You drink with me, and I will tell you whether you like it or not."

Wen Lingyin is a self-disciplined person, but at this time he couldn't bear to refuse. When he recovered, he nodded and said softly: "Okay."

It was the same eaves where I drank last time, and I can see the night sky filled with silver stars when I look up. A lamp was placed beside the two of them, and the night breeze came slowly with the fragrance of wine, and the shadow of the candle trembling, reflected in Wen Lingyin's eyes like a golden wave floating.

Wen Lingyin kept looking at her with those beautiful and cold eyes, without urging, but silently waiting for an answer.

Naturally, Yue Yao knew what he was waiting for. She looked up and took a sip of wine. Fang wiped the corners of her mouth and said: "I always wanted to tell you that the last time I held hands, I didn’t get used to it for a while. Pass my hand."

Hearing the phrase ‘never anyone ever took my hand’, Wen Lingyin’s expression turned a little darker, even the tight curvature of the corners of his mouth softened a lot, and he drank a sip of wine as if to cover up.

Yue Yao continued: "I was really flustered and regretted seeing you ignore me later. I wanted to explain to you several times, but I didn't find a suitable opportunity to speak."

"Don't you hate it?" Wen Lingyin asked.

Yue Yao smiled and said, "What do you hate? If you really hate you, I wouldn't kiss you at the beginning, so how can I give you a chance to hold hands?"

Wen Lingyin took another sip of wine with his head up, turning his head away, raising his hand to cover the corner of his mouth, blocking the slight smile.

Yue Yao gathered his small movements into the bottom of his eyes, leaned over to put his arm on his shoulder, and chuckled: "Don't stand in the way, I can see you smiling! I have known you all these days, It’s the first time I saw you smile, how strange!"

Wen Lingyin was a little embarrassed by her, and when she turned her head, she recovered her composure, staring at Yue Yao and said: "You have to think about it clearly. I am dull and can't speak. It might be very difficult to stay with me. Boring."

Yue Yao hugged the wine jar and replied: "It doesn't matter, I am very interesting, and it is right for you."

Unexpectedly, Wen Lingyin's heart was shocked, the candlelight in her eyes jumped, reflecting her bright smile, she couldn't help but roll her throat, her cold voice became a lot lower, and said: "If you agree with me Together, what I want is more than just holding hands. I will ask you for more."

Yueyao blinked, then opened her arms as if to embrace this splendid galaxy: "I am always a bit slow, but once I make up my mind, I won't change easily. So Master Wen, don't worry about what you want. , I will give it to you."

"The more caresses..."

A complete sentence was not spoken yet, but Yue Yao leaned over her head with a chuckle, and kissed the corner of his mouth with wine-scented lips.

Wen Lingyin's breath suffocated, his cold eyes widened, his hands clasped Yue Yao's shoulders, his muscles were extremely tense because of tension.

Yue Yao was actually more nervous than him. This kiss is different from the previous two kisses, and there is no excuse for her... However, she does not intend to.

The moonlight is very good, the wine is also very good, Master Wen is even better, the love is deep, the time comes naturally, and he kissed it naturally.

I don't know how long it took, Yueyao noticed something was wrong, pulled her lips away from Wen Lingyin's lips, looked at him for a moment and then laughed dumbly: "Exchanging breath, Master Wen, you are trying to suffocate yourself... Um!"

Before the words fell, Wen Lingyin with deep eyes pressed her shoulders, pushed her onto the corrugated roof, and then leaned over to cover her.

Yue Yao only felt a shadow over her. She couldn't see the starry sky, she couldn't see the moon, and her eyes were full of Wen Lingyin's magnified face, young, jerky, and extremely handsome, just like a flawless piece of jade.

"The more you caress, I should know that I want more." Wen Lingyin's voice is dumb, but it is particularly attractive, almost touching the roots of Yueyao's ears, saying, "I don't talk more than you think. Reason, after tonight, I won’t let go, and I won’t give you a retreat.”

With that said, he kissed Yue Yao instead. At first, he tried cautiously, but after a short while, he changed the taste, pressing Yue Yao's hand on top of his head with one hand, like a wolf that tasted blood, and finally got rid of the cold disguise of abstinence.

He was really moved, and the kiss was jerky and passionate. His skills were not too good, but Yue Yao was deeply shocked. If it weren't for tonight, she would have never expected the dignified and noble Commander Wen to lose control like this.

The rubble under her body was uneven, making her very uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but snorted. Wen Lingyin heard it, his stature became stiff, and when he opened his eyes, he was clearly awake a lot, and he stood up to look at her a little.

Yue Yao's lips were broken and stained with blood, like rouge. Wen Lingyin's eyes deepened, and he leaned over to lick the blood on her mouth, and mutely said, "I can't regret it."

"I won't regret it." Yueyao lay on the eaves, opening her eyes to the vast night sky and Wen Lingyin's face, struggling to beat her waist and said, "Alas, Master Wen, make a discussion, can you let me first? Get up? It's uncomfortable here, and it makes my back hurt."

Wen Lingyin stretched out his hand to pull her up, the heat in his eyes had not faded, and he still looked at her unblinkingly.

Yue Yao raised her finger and touched her cracked lower lip. She cursed "wolf cub" in her heart, but joked, "What do you look at me? Does it look good?"

Wen Lingyin nodded solemnly: "It looks good."

Just after such a fierce kiss, Yue Yao felt embarrassed no matter how thick-skinned she was. She picked up the wine lying aside and collided with him, making a clear ‘ding’.

"Come on, drink! Happy tonight, not drunk or go home!"

It's unclear who got drunk this night. Yue Yao, who is usually very drunk, drank a small altar tonight and was already a little bit drunk. Even Wen Lingyin followed her into the bedroom, but she did not stop her.

Wen Lingyin's footsteps are steady, her complexion is cold and indifferent, only one pair of eyes is dazzling with water, obviously more drunk than her.

Yueyao went to fetch water, Wen Lingyin followed; Yueyao went to make the bed, Wen Lingyin followed; Yueyao went to bathe, Wen Lingyin followed...

Yue Yao was reluctant, and stretched out his hand to push Wen Lingyin out of the clean room, and said to him: "Look at no evil, Master Wen. The bed has been made for you, so go back and rest first."

He said, regardless of whether the drunk Wen Lingyin understood or not, he hurriedly closed the door.

After the shower, Yue Yao's chaotic brain became sober, wearing only a thin summer dress, wiping her wet long hair and coming out of the clean room, and then she was taken aback.

Wen Lingyin was still standing in the same place waiting for her, standing still alone, with downcast eyes, standing alone under the porch, like an abandoned child.

Yue Yao's heart softened, she walked over to hold his hand, and said helplessly: "It's already time, isn't it for you to rest first? Why do you stand here stupidly?"

Wen Lingyin snapped her back harder, and said stubbornly: "Waiting for you."

"Well, wait for me." Naturally, Yue Yao wouldn't care about drunks, so he coaxed him, "Let's go, take you to sleep."

The drunk Wen Lingyin was very obedient, she was led to sit on the couch, and obediently, apart from the clothes, he was wearing a clean and white obscene clothes, and sat on the couch to watch her.

Yueyao wetted his veil and wiped his face and hands. After finishing the order, Fang pressed him to lie down on the couch and covered him with a thin bedding.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Wen Lingyin suddenly sat up and grabbed Yue Yao's wrist.

Yue Yao was grasped by him in one hand, holding the wet veil in the other, and turned around to look at him in surprise: "What's the matter?"

"Sleep." As he said, Wen Lingyin moved quietly into the bed, and then patted the vacant space on his side. The implication was very obvious.

Yue Yao said funny: "I don't want you to sleep, I'll go next door... hey!"

Before she finished speaking, Wen Lingyin's subordinates pulled hard, actually pulling her whole person into his arms.

Yueyao was struggling to sit up, and was held down by Wen Lingyin vigorously, and was stuffed into the bed. The next moment, Wen Lingyin's hot kiss came over the world, his lips and tongue strongly pried open her defense, grabbing her breath and reason.

The drunk Master Wen doesn't make sense at all, and he is very powerful.

Yue Yao only hummed symbolically, and quickly gave up resistance, intertwined and hugged him, chattering with each other, and being sucked by him, making a flushing sound of water.

When the two of them got close, Yue Yao realized that Wen Lingyin had reacted, and the reaction was not normal.

"Hey, Master Wen, wait!"

Yue Yao avoided his kiss with difficulty, reaching out to push him, but Wen Lingyin held her wrist with one hand and pressed it against the bed, making her unable to struggle. Yue Yao felt that she had become a fish on the chopping board, waiting pitifully for Master Wen's'destruction', still seizing the opportunity to chatter, "Think about it again, Master Wen, you have to think about this kind of thing. The spring breeze after drinking was not your style for a while!"

"The more caresses..."

Wen Lingyin blocked her muttering mouth. After a long kiss, he panted heavily in her ears, so that he could endure a tremor in her voice: "I miss you, the more you caress."

At that moment, Yue Yao's heart and body softened.

When they came back to their senses, the clothes of both of them had been removed at odds and ends. Wen Lingyin's body is slender and well-proportioned. His muscles are not exaggerated. Each piece is just right and perfect, ready to go full of explosive power.

With the warmth of the candlelight, Yue Yao couldn't help but reach out and touch his firm and neat abdominal muscles, and exclaimed, "It's a natural martial arts material."

Wen Lingyin was stiff when she felt her body, stretched out her hand to hold her moving palm, clasped her fingers, and leaned back again to cover her naked body.

His movements were very jerky, and Yue Yao was a little nervous for no reason, and asked: "Don't mess around...wait, do you know what to do?"

Wen Lingyin didn't respond to her, and didn't know whether she understood it or not. He kissed her finely, his lips stuck and separated, as if he was tasting a delicious cake. He stretched out his hand to caress the corner of Fu Yueyao's eyes, as if there were tears there, his eyes were deeply distressed, and said softly: "The more you caress, don't cry."

Yue Yao was startled and smiled: "You are really drunk and confused, I didn't cry."

There are many emotions in Wen Lingyin's eyes that she can't understand. His eyes seem to penetrate her eyes back to the distant past, and repeat: "Don't cry, Yue Yao."

The voice is softer and deeper than before.

Yue Yao was confused by his inexplicable words, stretched out his hand to caress the muscle line of his back, and asked: "Have I cried in front of you, Master Wen?"

Wen Lingyin's face was blank for a moment, as if he was reminiscing about the past. It took a long time for him to make a low ‘um’ and said, "Eight years ago."

Eight years ago, when he was thirteen years old, he moved to southern Xinjiang with his father. It was a bright spring day. Passing through the official road outside the city, the two rows of pear trees beside the road were blooming enthusiastically, clusters of white, like piles of snow that never melted all the year round.

Thirteen-year-old Wen Lingyin was riding on a tall horse, and his eyes were attracted by a sword-dancing girl under the pear tree.

It was a girl about his age, with a high ponytail, wearing a snow-white white linen filial dress, with a dazzling strip of white cloth tied between her forehead, and her whole body almost blended with the sky full of pear white. The sword qi was violent, she danced a long sword like a dragon, and there was an inexplicable sadness in her dying heart. The white dress was stumbling, as if it would turn into a butterfly in the next moment.

She danced the sword tirelessly. After practicing one set of swordsmanship, she practiced the next one, her face full of water and she couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears. With her sword-dancing gesture reflected in Wen Lingyin's eyes, a deep weakness and sadness swept over his heart.

He has never seen such an arbitrary and sad swordsmanship, like a fine guard who fills the sea, like a moth fighting a fire, like a head beheaded by the emperor, but still taking **** as his eyes and umbilicals as his mouth, dancing and doing it. Qi Xingtian who fights against invisible enemies.

"It's quite heroic, it's a pity." Jinyang Hou Ce stepped forward, looking thoughtfully at the girl dancing under the pear tree.

"Father, who is he?" Wen Lingyin asked.

"The daughter of the Yue family." Jinyang Hou said with regret, "Last month, the Northern Territory was attacked, and her two brothers were killed in battle. The coffin was transported back to the capital only two days ago. In addition to the Huangkou children, the Yue family, None of the males survived, all the heroes, only such a daughter is left."

The pear blossoms are still shaking off like snow in the sky. The girl dancing the sword under the pear tree exhausted her last bit of strength, and fell to the ground with a bang, then leaned against the pear tree trunk with her sword, and cried out with her eyes closed.