Suzhou Mengchang

Suzhou city.Mo Fu.

It has been half a year since Mo Yi took off the cinnabar.Su Muli still stood by the bed with a sad face, Nan Sang had long since given up on it and started playing around, and sometimes even called Blue Bird to cause trouble in Suzhou City.

Jiao'e counted the days and lived day by day, thinking that she should wake up no matter what.

"Brother, what is this?" Nan Sang walked towards Jiao'e holding a small box.

Jiao'e took the box and scolded: "Little ancestor, put this down for me." Then she glanced at Qingniao beside her: "You two get out together."

So, Nan Sang and Qingniao carefully rolled out together.

Jiao'e sat alone, and opened the box. Inside was a peachwood comb, delicate and delicate, with carved peach blossoms inlaid with white jade.

He remembered going to the palace to meet him half a year ago.

In the palace, Murong Wuhen used this peach wood comb to comb Jiao'e's hair. Jiao'e took off the embroidered blouse embroidered with peach blossoms, and ran her hands over Murong Wuhen's neck, lips, nose bones, and forehead.

Murong Wuhen got closer to Jiao'e, closer than ever before, whispered a word into Jiao'e's ear in a warm voice: "The rumors in Suzhou are true, you are indeed a disaster."

Jiao'e bit Murong Wuhen's speaking lips, then released her teeth to enclose his lips and lick them.With one hand, he unbuttoned Wuhen's clothes, and with the other, he poked into his chest.

Murong Wuhen was so emotional that he couldn't bear it, but he didn't respond, he just stared at Jiao'e.

Wuhen's clothes had faded, and Jiao'e began to untie her inner garments, taking off one by one and falling to the ground, which was reflected in Wuhen's eyes.

His skin was as firm as jade, with a luster like the moonlight after bathing, but there were scars left by the punishment of Beichen Palace.

"Sister Jiao'e." Murong Wuhen moved forward and hugged Jiao'e, his voice actually contained some sobs.

"I said, I'll marry you." Jiao'e kissed Wuhen, her tongue penetrated between the other's lips and teeth, and the lips and tongue were entwined.

Murong Wuhen took Jiao'e's waist with one hand, pressed against the edge of the bed, leaned over and pushed Jiao'e down, there was a string of bells on his wrist, silver light and black lines, at this moment they touched the edge of the bed and made a crisp and crisp sound, very pleasant to the ear.Wuhen's hands gently stroked Jiao'e's body, like the tip of a pen parading across a piece of paper, so gentle and loving.

When Jiao'e heard the sound of the bell, she suddenly remembered that his mother gave the bell to him before she died, and told him: Xun'er, you drip blood on it, and mother can hear what you say to the bell.

He knew that it was his mother who lied to him, but he still often dripped blood on it and whispered to the bell.

Later, he gave the bell to Wuhen, listening to Wuhen's voice, he always thought of himself in the past.Jiao'e suddenly regretted that he shouldn't let Wuhen walk the path he walked again.

No matter how much you say on Ling Dang's side, there will be no response from the other side. What's the point?

Jiao'e pressed the string of bells to prevent it from making any more sound, and rolled over to press Wuhen.That white thigh stretched between Wuhen's legs, rubbing against his dick.Wuhen's reaction is sensitive, and he can't help but feel a little hard.

Jiao'e grabbed Wuhen's tight buttocks with one hand, squeezed it gently, touched his chest with the other hand, withdrew her lips from between Wuhen's lips and teeth, kissed and licked all the way down, kissed Wuhen's chest a little, Suck back and forth.

"Jiao'e...Sister!" Murong Wuhen called out panting.His whole body seemed to be on fire, it was very hot, but it was also very comfortable, his hands could only be on Jiao'e's back in a random way, groping around between his buttocks, he could already feel a few red marks.

Jiao'e held each of Wuhen's sides for a while, then continued to go down, holding Wuhen's ankles with both hands, bending his legs and stretching them wide, the spring scenery in the garden could not be avoided.

A lot of white turbidity had flowed out from Wuhen's place, Jiao'e held his ankle tightly with both hands, gently licked the upright front end with her tongue, sucked the whole root in and swallowed for a moment.

Wuhen's lust was boundless, her moans were extremely lewd, her legs could not move, she only inserted her hands into Jiao'e's hair, stroking the strands of soft hair.

Jiao'e heard Wuhen's groans in her ears, and couldn't bear it a little bit, turned her eyes to look at his acupoints, dipped her fingers in some of Wuhen's turbid fluid, and rubbed that peach-like acupoint.

When the peach blossoms at that spot had changed from being slim to budding, Jiao'e stretched out two fingers to hold out from there.Feeling Zixun's slender fingers go in, Wuhen took a deep breath, but couldn't hold back a moan.

At the same time, Jiao'e stretched two fingers in again, Wuhen felt a little uncomfortable.

"Hen'er, tell me something." Jiao'e seemed to be giving an order.

Panting for breath, Murong Wuhen said intermittently: "Jiao...Jiao'e...Sister...the one you like...is Mo..."

After Wuhen finished speaking, Jiao'e sent her lower body into Wuhen's Taohuawu, and slammed her into Wuhen violently.

Wuhen felt a little uncomfortable at first, but after he understood the feeling, it was like stepping on a cloud, falling into the river and sea, following Jiao'e's manipulation of his body to meet him, moaning and sweating profusely.

Jiao'e travels freely in the traceless package, like riding a horse at the sunset of a long river, riding a horse in the dust, entering the Taoyuan and lingering on it, unable to extricate herself.

The fish and the water cuddled together, dozens of back and forth, the two of them gradually reached their climax, and they ejaculated together.

The spring is sultry, and the bed is full of breathing after sex.

"Sister Jiao'e, if you and I really get married in the next life, how about praying to the sky, praying to the earth, holding candles and spring night?" Wuhen almost whispered into Jiao'e's ear, but he couldn't hear the tenderness of the words, On the contrary, it is a very pious tone.

Jiao'e didn't reply, he knew that if there really was a next life, he would make his own way, not get involved in love affairs, and not mess with idlers.

"I have already made an agreement with my elder brother Wuyang that he will be the emperor. Wuyang has a calm temperament, I don't know how much better than me." Wuhen was already very close to Jiao'e, but now he got closer, a real skin-to-skin kiss .Wuhen continued: "Since we are twins, it saves a lot of trouble."

Jiao'e heard him say so much, and felt that he seemed to be explaining something.

Wuhen touched Jiao'e's hand and asked him to hold the thing in his hand.

It was cold and hard, and the concave and convex parts seemed to be carved with patterns.Jiao'e's eyes widened, and she realized it in an instant.A dagger, he held a dagger.

At the same time, Wuhen took Jiao'e's hand holding the dagger, and stabbed hard towards his heart.

"Sister Jiao'e, I remember you said that you would kill me with your own hands." Blood flowed from the corner of Wuhen's mouth, his eyes were clear, and he smiled at Jiao'e.

That smile is innocent and clean, just like that innocent child of Murong many years ago.The child probably didn't know at that time that he later ascended the throne, got Jiao'e, saw the chaos in the world of mortals, and became mad and demon himself.

Jiao'e was still holding the dagger in her hand, and blood gurgled into his hand. The bright red blood ran along the edge of the bed and slowly dripped onto the scattered peach blossom shirt on the ground.

Blossoming blood peach blossoms are in full bloom, mournfully and coquettishly.

"I don't even know which one I like. Why do you always guess randomly when you are a child?" Jiao'e sat up and kissed Wuhen, and smiled pitifully when she saw Wuhen.

When he returned to Mo Mansion that night, Mo Yizhi asked him: "How is it?"

In the dimness, he cast his eyes down and replied briskly, "It's just killing people."

Later, Jiao'e returned to her room.The moon was as bright as fat, and he took out the small box he brought out from the palace, which contained a mahogany comb.

Many years ago, that young man cautiously expressed his heart to a girl: "I only like sister Jiao'e!"

But at that time, Jiao'e should have noticed that the young man cut down a peach tree with just a few words for him. In fact, there were traces of him becoming mad and demon in the future.

After all, he owes him everything he did.

In the next life, Hen'er, remember that in the next life, don't ever meet me again.

As the autumn wind blows, a leaf falls on Jiao'e's skirt, which makes Jiao'e suddenly recover from the past.

The dead are like this, day and night.It's been half a year, half a year since that day.

A woman helped Jiao'e pick up the fallen leaf on the skirt, and it was Su Muli who came.

Su Muli let go of the fallen leaves in her hand and said to Jiao'e, "Trouble me for half a year. I should go." Her expression of bitterness from half a year was gone, and there was something hard to detect between Qingming and Ming. Lonely, or this bit of loneliness is not to the point of being hurt.

"Miss Su, why..." Zixun stood up, wondering why she left suddenly.

"Little Shitou is back, remember to tell him. Thank you." Su Muli smiled and left like that.

Jiao'e was startled by her smile at first, not because of how charming it was, but because Su Muli used to be a hilarious girl, but recently she has become more reticent and cold like Mo Yizhi. It was the shadow from the past that came back, which startled Jiao'e.Then Jiao'e understood something, and ran back to the house in a few steps.

In the room, there was a faint smell of incense, mixed with a hint of ink.

Jiao'e froze at the door, fixedly looking at the desk.

Mo Yizhi was wearing a white coat, standing in front of the desk and writing with his head bowed. A few strands of hair in front of his right ear were unintentionally hanging in front of him. His writing was strong and straight.Hearing someone coming in, Mo Yizhi stopped writing and looked towards the door.

"Jiao'e, I'm thirsty." Mo Yizhi put his pen aside.

"My lord wants to eat tea and drink, what do you plan to exchange?" Jiao'e leaned against the door frame, raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"I'll give you three mutes. One will beat your legs, one will pour you tea, and the other will comb your hair." Mo Yizhi said very gently.

"Okay! Since Mr. Mo said so, then it's a deal, and you'll have enough tea and wine in this life!" Jiao'e slapped the wooden door, very satisfied, with a high spirit, and walked towards Mo Yizhi.

Outside the house, the autumn is high and the air is crisp, and the geese fly from the north to the south.The leaves floated down leisurely, and gathered on the ground to form a self-contained meaning.Nan Sang was eating pumpkin pie and standing in the dim place with the blue bird, playing and watching the gurgling water under the bridge, the flowing water dragged a few fallen flowers, drifting away.