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Ling'er laughed so hard that tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and finally squatted down, clutching her stomach and shouting "Ouch".

"What are you laughing at?" Sang Nuo raised his brows and said anxiously, "Isn't it?"

Ling'er finally stopped laughing, stood up with the help of the dresser, took a deep breath, and sighed: "You hang around with old antiques like mountain gods all day, how can you be a vixen? Alas! Just lift the hijab, I have to go down the mountain quickly, and I will leave Qingqiu in half a month, so I have to ask Mr. Li for more money."

Sang Nuo's curiosity arose, and he quickly got up and climbed to the edge of the kang, and asked anxiously: "It's raining outside this day, let's go another day, good sister, don't laugh at me, maybe Luo Hong has other meanings? Just tell me I will!"

Ling'er pursed her lips and looked at San Nuo's passionate peach eyes, that iconic oval face, pointed chin, pouty red lips...

"Come on." She rolled her eyes, turned around and straightened her sideburns in the mirror, and muttered, "I've taught you, so you can't fight me for a job in the future?"

Sang Nuo was not happy when he heard it, he thumped the bed board, and said angrily: "Then you roll up your bedding now and live in the back room!"

Ling'er turned around and complained: "You bad fox! Forget it, my sister will teach you some things today, only one thing, if your backer Aunt Shanmei asks, you are only allowed to say that you saw it in a book."

"Of course! Of course! My sister will never be hurt!" Sang Nuo happily crawled to the corner of the bed, waiting eagerly.

Ling'er also sat on the kang and whispered a few words to Sang Nuo.

Sang Nuo frowned upon hearing this, and after she finished speaking, he turned around and asked her with a puzzled expression, "Just put that one under?"

Ling'er nodded and explained: "Did you see the mountain fox when he came out of Xiao Gong? That's the one..."

"I know! Amao has it too!" Sang Nuo raised his hand and gestured with his index finger: "One like this..."

After thinking about it, I felt wrong, so I changed to my little finger, "This way!"

"Hahahahahaha..." Ling'er laughed so hard again, raised her hand to push San Nuo, and said angrily, "Tell Amao not to kill you if he sees you! How can you be so small?"

"Why did you hit me?" San Nuo looked bewildered, and said again: "Is it just to stretch the little finger to the place where we came out of Xiao Gong?"

"Hmm...not really," Ling'er corrected, "We're not in the same place as Xiao Gong, so we need to come later."

San Nuo pondered for a moment, then muttered, "How dirty is it? Why do you want to stick it in?"

Ling'er smiled secretively, and squinted at her: "You will know when you try it, it will be useful."

At the moment, Sang Nuo's mind is full of Amao's little earthworm-like penis, and he can't imagine how it feels when he puts it in his body, so he murmured, "Very useful?"

Ling'er explained: "It depends on the person's kung fu. Some people are inexperienced, and if they insert it straight, they will suffer. It hurts to death. Especially the first time Yanhao, the membrane in the girl's body It was punctured, leaving a puddle of blood, which hurts, so it is called Luohong."

Her explanation was like a long sword, piercing through the whole thing in an instant!

Sang Nuo's pupils shrank suddenly, and the image of being entangled with that person in the middle of the night suddenly appeared in his mind, and his whole body trembled!

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that her face turned pale suddenly, Ling'er pushed her shoulder suspiciously: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt too much, it will benefit later."

Sang Nuo's legs and feet felt weak for a while, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained instantly. All the fog in his mind dissipated. He only remembered that in the darkness, those deep pale golden eyes were surging with hostility, but they were lovingly and attentively stare at her—

The frequency is getting faster and faster, the stirring is getting deeper and deeper, and after the pain, it is the peak of love. The man carefully embraces her in his arms, like putting a gem that will break at the touch of a touch, into a cashmere package and treasure it .

It turned out that the feeling of being deeply loved at that moment was not an illusion.

"Hey! Why are you in a daze?" Ling'er pushed her shoulder hard.

Sang Nuo's eyes shifted slightly, he turned to look at her, and said awkwardly: "Didn't you just say that only men and women would do that?"

"Of course." Ling'er blinked, remembered, and changed her words again: "No, the sons and brothers of the rich noble families are very masculine. I heard that there are concubines in the harem who give and receive privately."

Sang Nuo was a little out of breath, as if he was suddenly pressed by a big stone on his chest, he slowed down for a while, and said aggrievedly: "But you said, men do that kind of thing for benefit, and why are women? Be happy, if you want someone else's body for nothing, don't you care about it!"

Bad dragon cub!

Ling'er didn't know why she was so angry. After thinking about it, she explained: "I heard that some people just like the same sex. If it's a woman, they take turns to satisfy each other. It's more common in our demon world, and there are many ways to have sex , besides, I heard that there is also a cultivation method of collecting yin to enter the country, which is said to be a hundred times more beneficial than having sex."

Sang Nuo picked the hem of his clothes with his fingers, recalling the scene of that night, the dragon cub radiated faint golden light again and again, probably it was some kind of cultivation method!

Damn it, she thought she was taking a big advantage by swallowing a few mouthfuls of Longjin, but she didn't expect...

What's even worse is that His Majesty punished her to get up early and recite the Heart Sutra for what happened that night!

Ling'er saw that the little fox's face was gradually turning red, and thought she was in love, so she smiled and said, "Do you want to try it? You lie down and let you taste my sister's skills. I promise you will benefit from it. It won't hurt at all." Let you hurt, lest I meet someone who doesn't know how to pity her and hurt her body in the future."

Sang Nuo didn't want to mess with her, his mind was full of the scene of that night, and suddenly he fell into the mattress with a "plop", grabbed the quilt with both hands, and shouted: "It's fine if you stab it to death!"

She finally sobered up. These days, why did she have an inexplicable sense of anticipation for that dragon cub...

It turned out that the entanglement that night gave people a false sense of security out of thin air. There was no accumulation of mutual admiration and success. They only built a castle in the air, which then crashed and shattered to pieces.

Feeling mixed for a moment, Sang Nuo couldn't tell whether it was remorse or loss, so he grabbed the quilt and burst into tears.

"What's wrong with you?" Ling'er opened her eyes wide, at a loss: "It's fine if you don't want it! Are you afraid that I will force you to succeed? Don't cry, you! Oh, I really... can't do anything about you!"

San Nuo buried his head in the quilt, and replied with a twitch: "Leave me alone! Let me stay alone for a while!"

Ling'er had no choice but to leave her alone, took the oil-paper umbrella and went out.

For several days after that, heavy rain poured down, and the fields in the village under the mountain were flooded.

The common people were heartbroken. Several village chiefs from neighboring villages led the villagers and brought sacrifices to the foot of Qingqiu Mountain to ask the mountain god for help.

The mountain god also panicked. Qingqiu has been a treasure land of geomantic omen since ancient times. Not to mention the good weather, earthquakes and mountain torrents have never happened. Now the rainy season should have passed, and the farmers' spring plowing has ended. This sudden flood is really strange.

Thinking that Zhu Yinglong's mother was Yinglong who mastered the art of making wind and rain, the mountain god couldn't help but have some doubts, could the waterlogging be caused by Xiaozun's mischief?

So he hurriedly asked the demon gods for help, and wanted to ask Xiao Zun to accept his supernatural powers.

This is another scapegoat that fell from the sky. Although Xiao Zun was a little naughty, his family was strict since he was a child, so he would not play around with the farmers' harvest.

Several demon gods explained the situation to the mountain god, but the mountain god didn't understand Zhu Yinglong's character. Thinking of his damaged Jianzhan stele, what else could this bear boy not do?

Therefore, the mountain god still stubbornly retorted: "Since my lord was in a bad mood during meal that day, after the thunderstorm exploded in the clear sky, the rainstorm suddenly came, and it hasn't stopped until now. I really can't think of other reasons."

After thinking about it, the demon gods made some sense, so they asked Aunt Mei to go to the East Chamber to ask.

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"This rain can't stop falling, the fields in the village below the mountain have been drowned." Aunt Mei sat down at the tea table, and hinted at the little statue standing by the window.

"Yeah." Jiang Xue frowned slightly, looking at the rain outside the window with a heavy heart.

It's raining endlessly here, and I can't go out to watch operas, go shopping and fight crickets all day long, my lord is already getting moldy from boredom.

Aunt Mei continued to insinuate, "Love can't compare to your lord, and your lord always taught you in the past, you should be sympathetic to the people and not act recklessly."

"Huh?" Your Majesty looked at her sideways, "Where did you start talking about this?"

-

Outside the door of the west chamber, Ling'er put away her umbrella, shook off the rainwater, and pushed the door in complaining, intending to change her clothes.

It was cloudy outside, the house was not lit, and the little fox was still sitting on the kang with legs curled up in a daze, it had been a few days.

While changing clothes, Ling'er persuaded: "Sister Sang'er, your tail is almost healed, go out for a walk, the rain will be lighter now."

Sang Nuo recovered and turned to look at her: "Is it still raining outside?"

Ling'er rolled her eyes, and said angrily: "I don't know when it will be down, Master Li invited 81 demon monks to perform the ritual, and the rain praying platform will be built higher and higher!"

Sang Nuo was taken aback, and asked, "Who is Master Li?"

Ling'er smiled and said, "My concubine, our county magistrate!"

Sang Nuo was a little embarrassed when he heard the words, and muttered: "Master Guan? What is he praying for rain for? Is the village dry?"

Ling'er laughed and said, "It's still dry! The seedlings are all drowned! There are people in the village who hang themselves."

Sang Nuo was startled, and frowned, "Then why did he pray for rain!"

Ling'er shrugged: "How would I know? They are officials, and they have a lot of things to do. If I want to know these things, I would have already turned into a male form to test my achievements."

Sang Nuo lowered his head and thought for a while, then hurriedly got up to tidy up, planning to ask Aunt Mei Fei Lian about it.

Just as I stepped into the verandah, the door to the west wing opposite happened to open.

Seeing Aunt Mei stepping out of the threshold, Sang Nuo raised his hand to cover his head and rushed over quickly, regardless of the day's rain.

On the other side of the East Chamber, a slender figure followed, a pair of pale golden phoenix eyes passed over Aunt Mei's head, and saw the silly fox running in the rain at first glance, and immediately tilted his head, a delicate little face looked curiously at Aunt Mei's face. lean out.

Sang Nuo also saw the other party, and suddenly his body froze, and he stopped in the middle of the yard, facing the heavy rain, his hands and feet were cold.

"Sang Nuo?" Aunt Mei waved hurriedly, "Come here! Don't catch a cold!"

Sano couldn't move his feet.

The person standing behind Aunt Mei immediately turned around and went to the window, bent over to pick up the oil-paper umbrella, walked around Aunt Mei and walked out the door. With one long legged step, he stood in front of the silly fox three steps in two steps, and held up the umbrella.

The surrounding rain curtain wrapped the two in the cramped space under the umbrella.

Sang Nuo raised his head—the pair of pale golden phoenix eyes looked at her with some doubts, and then all the way down, he saw the royal blue embroidered shoes on her feet...

"Chi..." His Majesty suddenly looked away impatiently, lowered his head again, and grabbed her wrist.

Sang Nuo shivered, but when he saw Jiang Xue, he stuffed the umbrella into his hand, turned around with disgust on his face, and rushed into the rain alone, leaving her where he was.