take in

No words or actions, just a smile.

"Can't you pick it?" Heng Wu looked at him with a smile, and said, "General, my mother won't let us pick it, so I don't dare to pick it."

He was already very charming, but when he smiled at this moment, it was like a new plum blossoming, and it was charming and charming.

Pei Sheng raised his chin and said: "Why, if she ordered you to move, I will not order you?" "I don't dare to disobey orders, it's just that the slave looks mediocre, and I'm afraid that the general will be disappointed if he takes off his face.

I have admired the general for a long time, today I can meet you, I am satisfied, I don't dare to expect extravagance in the future, I just want to leave a good impression on the general..." After finishing speaking, he opened his lips and tongue slightly, and he was about to kiss him, but he saw Pei Sheng kissing him. She lightly blocked him, then opened his skirt with great interest, stroked the official prostitute mark on his chest, and asked knowingly: "What is this? "The gauze was half removed, revealing the bodice and half of the fragrant shoulders inside.

Heng Wu replied in a low voice: "It is... the seal of the Secretary of the Jiaofang."

After being stabbed with this seal, he became a lowly citizen from then on. Even if he escaped from the Jiaofang Division, once he was traced, he would not be able to escape.

Pei Sheng suddenly lowered his voice, and asked blankly, "Does it hurt?" Heng Wu leaned on his shoulder, and said softly, "If the general loves you, how could it hurt..." Pei Sheng felt his shoulders sink , with a clear vision, he immediately pushed him aside expressionlessly, and said coldly, "full of flattery."

Heng Wu was pushed to lean against the table, smiling softly, like a slanted crabapple.

Lin Chengzhong reached out to hug him, and he leaned softly over, lying in the arms of the tall and strong young general.

The two flirted with no one else around, Heng Wu took the wine in his mouth, fed the wine with his mouth, and passed it to Lin Chengzhong.

Frivolous and full of lies, he really missed it.

Pei Sheng picked up the wine and thought.

The only remaining trace of familiarity melted lightly in an instant.

Du Ruohengwu is just a prostitute who sells jokes. Three and a half silver can buy him a night of shameless groans and a body drenched in semen. There is no dignity at all.

Lin Chengzhong played with the lips and tongue of the slender beauty, and the beauty moaned softly, her thighs tensed.

Cheng Yi caught a glimpse of Heng Wu, felt familiar, and frowned at Pei Sheng.

But Pei Sheng couldn't see anything, he drank the wine in one gulp, and remained in a daze.

After they dispersed, Pei Sheng went back to the mansion, and the princess' maid hurriedly came to invite her.

Pei Sheng walked straight to the east courtyard without looking sideways, and the maidservant was stopped by Cheng Yi, her face flushed with anxiety.

The princess has nothing to do, and she has been talked about for five years. Even Concubine De took this sister-in-law's hand and "talked nicely" to each other, both inside and out, blaming her for not leaving a son and a half for the Pei family.

"General, general!" Cheng Yi said helplessly, "Stop shouting, your general is going to the backyard to chant Buddha again today, you'd better go back safely and tell Yongyi to sleep by himself."

"Mr. Cheng, please do me a favor and persuade the general. You are also the princess's cousin. How can you bear to let our princess stay alone in the empty room..." He thought to himself: I want to persuade you, but the mention of that person's name will make Old Pei go crazy , This is great, I can't even mention my name, how can I persuade you.

Cheng Yi waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, go back, go back."

The night was as cold as water, and the wind in the yard was bleak, as if it was filled with cold air.

Pei Sheng stepped into the Buddhist hall, lit the oil lamp, and sat aside with downcast eyes.

The Buddhist hall is as clean as it was five years ago, and it seems that people often clean it.

The Buddha statue is still enshrined high, and the benevolent eyes fall on the incense table, full of pity and sigh for the world.

Five years ago, Du Ruo spent hundreds of days and nights here, and all those days were painful and depressed.

The green smoke is endless, he can't read Buddhist verses, and he can't understand why people in the world can't ask for it. He doesn't understand what Pei Sheng does, and he has to be manipulated by others.

He knelt in front of the Buddha, not asking to be united forever, but not to be trampled on by others, but in the end he was just a dumb man, and neither human nor Buddha turned a deaf ear to his appeal.

Du Ruo meditated every day, and at the same time witnessed Pei Sheng's pursuit of love.

As a sacrifice, he fulfilled Pei Sheng.

If he knew now, would he regret it?Pei Sheng came back to his senses suddenly, sighed, and rubbed the space between his brows.

Since the incident five years ago, he has had a demonic obstacle in his heart. People often fall into dreams, which makes him feel depressed and can't sleep at night. Moreover, he doesn't get along with Yongyi, so he is often annoyed and annoyed, and his bed invitation makes him even more upset. Bored, I can only come to the Buddhist hall to seek a moment of purity.

Sometimes he knelt in front of the Buddhist hall and thought, what would Du Ruoku think in his heart when he accompanied the green lantern and recited the Buddha's gatha?In the past, Pei Sheng didn't understand it, but now he kneels down, but somehow understands it.

It turns out that depression is difficult to relieve, and people's hearts are difficult to understand. In the end, it is bitterness and hatred, and depression and sleeplessness.

He, the iron-faced Rakshasa who knows no love and no pain, has finally tasted the pain of being haunted by longing and hard to get rid of.

Outside the Buddhist hall, which had always been clean and uninhabited, there was the sound of light footsteps.

Pei Sheng slowly opened his eyes and looked outside the door.

He recognized the footsteps.

In the past, when he got up to practice sword in the morning, there would be such footsteps by the window in the house, as long as he turned his head, he would see the slender and romantic figure in the house with a pair of smiling eyes.

The door was pushed open, and a long and slender shadow was cast on the ground, and the moonlight poured down like water, as if soaking the ground.

A man with long hair like waterfalls and smooth skin walked in slowly. His eyes were full of tears, like a timid deer.

Pei Sheng's eyes froze like tears from a candle.

His lips trembled, as if he had a lot to say, but the thousand words were only reduced to two words - "Du Ruo..."

It's finally time for my favorite gouyin session.

I really love the bohemian Shouwuwu who sleeps all over the world.

Next time I will definitely write about a subject that fucks both men and women! ! !The white lotus has been heartbroken and blackened into the kind of green tea hanging! ! ! good! ! !

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Du Ruo walked up to Pei Sheng, as thin as a fallen leaf, like a ray of lonely soul.

Pei Sheng stood up hastily, raised his hand and put it down again, wanting to hug him, but he was afraid that he would be blown away like the wind, just like in every drowsy and rainy dream.

Du Ruo looked at him with tears in his eyes, and said slowly, "General, I miss you so much."

As he spoke, he leaned into Pei Sheng's arms and hugged his waist weakly.

Pei Sheng's heart ached, and he couldn't help holding him in his arms.

Du Ruo's body was very cold, and Pei Sheng seemed to be hugging a wisp of light night wind.

"You're back..." Du Ruo had tears in her eyes, and said with a sob in her voice, "You don't want me anymore, so you drove me away and gave me to someone else..." Pei Sheng dreamed of meeting many times , he would ask himself every time, if Du Ruo asked him such a question, how would he respond, but every time he couldn't think of the best answer.

Now that Du Ruo was standing in front of him, he hesitated and hesitated, he was at a loss, and he no longer had the composure on the battlefield.

He hugged Du Ruo tightly, and said incoherently: "I miss you very much... I have been inquiring about your whereabouts for the past few years... I have arranged for someone to go to prison to rescue you, but you have already left..."" General, don't want me, okay..." Du Ruo's voice was soft and hoarse, like a feather fluttering in one's heart.

Pei Sheng kissed his forehead, and said in an unstable tone: "No...no...I didn't know you...were pregnant...otherwise I would never have sent you away..." "But I Got to go."

Du Ruo said lightly.

Pei Sheng was still immersed in the emotion of lost and found. Hearing these words, the uneasiness in his heart gradually amplified. He felt apprehensive and asked, "Where are you going?" "Where are you going? Naturally, I should go." place."

Du Ruo's voice gradually became indistinct: "I was pregnant alone in a foreign country. My voice is bad and my hands are bad. People will bully me if they see me as dumb... they say I'm a dirty bastard, As a man, but being pregnant by another man...I'm so sad, General...Why don't you come to me?" Pei Sheng felt a pain in his throat, and was speechless for a moment.

It was he who caused Du Ruo to waste all his martial arts, and it was he who drove Du Ruo out of the house when Du Ruo was pregnant.

It was he who lost Du Ruo's sincerity with his own hands.

Du Ruo suddenly caressed his lower abdomen and said, "General, I'm so scared. Giving birth hurts so much. I bleed a lot..." As he spoke, the blood flowed down his thighs, and blood blossomed on the ground.

He raised his head, looked directly at Pei Sheng, and said, "General, I'm really in pain..." He slowly took off the clothes on his shoulders, his body was covered in blood, and the official prostitute's seal that was still dripping with blood was shining brightly on it. his chest.

Pei Sheng woke up suddenly, and found that he had fallen asleep sitting up with his head propped on one hand, and the only sound in the entire Buddhist hall was his rapid panting.

The cool breeze poured in from the opened door, which made the sweat on his back cool down, and the clothes were soaked in ice and cold, sticking to his body, as if his whole body was soaked in cold water.

He wiped the cold sweat off his brow and closed his eyes weakly.

It was dreaming again.

It was because of his demonic barrier. After the incident happened five years ago, he had nightmares every night. It has gotten better in recent years, and it is no longer so intuitive and frightening to him.

I didn't expect him to face such a situation again today.

Du Ruo's every question seemed to gouge out his heart.

He didn't know what to do.

I thought I had forgotten it, but it turned out that it was still dormant in a certain corner of my heart. I just waited for the day to think about it, and everything would entangle me like vines at night.

He once frivolously ridiculed "Longevity has no end to decline", saying that this is extremely stupid and incomprehensible, life and emotion can pass with time, how can there be no end to decline?When he was young, he sneered at infatuation. It is ridiculous that he has already tasted enough of the pain of wanting and thinking madly.

He knelt down in front of the Buddha slowly and kowtowed heavily, the beads on his left wrist were coldly attached to his skin