After dressing as a delicate beauty, I got married

The cough made his face turn red, and his body curled up. A pair of butterfly bones protruded high, which was particularly eye-catching. Under the butterfly bones was Chu Gong's waist, which seemed to be broken. .

It took a long time before he stopped coughing.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand, sketched Ye Changyao's eyebrows bit by bit, and continued: "The old lady Wang has the same appearance as my grandmother. I thought she was my grandmother, just like me. They usually come to this world after death."

No wonder Yun Zuo felt a little strange after meeting Mrs. Wang that day.

Yun Zuo must have been very uneasy at that time, right?

Ye Changyao took advantage of the opportunity and pressed a kiss on the inside of Yun Zuo's wrist: "You should have told me about this earlier."

Yun Zuo sighed, "I don't know how to speak."

Ye Changyao said solemnly: "From now on, you don't have to bear the pain alone anymore, let me share it for you."

Yun Zuo couldn't help sobbing, but couldn't respond. He also concealed one thing, he couldn't talk to Ye Changyao.

On August [-]th, Yun Zuo leaned back, fine beads of sweat wrapped his body, because of his posture, they rolled away and sank into the mattress.

His hands tightly clutched the mattress under him, and his hair was disheveled.

The scorching heat suddenly dissipated, causing him to be in a trance with the snap of his fingers. After the trance, his upper body immediately fell on the mattress, but soon, his upper body was up and down again, but the waist was pinned down, and he couldn't move. Only his ten toes curled up with.

"Husband..." He didn't know what he wanted to say, he just wanted to call Ye Changyao.

Ye Changyao stroked his sweaty cheek, his voice was hoarse: "Sanlang, are you okay?"

Ever since Ye Changyao knew that he was actually called "Yun Sanlang", he often called him "Sanlang".

Normally, he just felt that he was not used to it, but at this moment, it made him feel that Ye Changyao seemed to have touched his soul.

Hearing this, he nodded breathlessly.

It took about an hour before his body temperature returned to normal.

Yun Zuo was half asleep and half awake, suddenly, there were large groups of white lights in front of his eyes.

He was immediately carried back into his arms by Ye Changyao, who whispered in his ear, "Are you okay?"

He rubbed his cheek against Ye Changyao's, half-closed his eyes and said, "I'm fine, just a little tired."

"Then go to sleep." Ye Changyao lovingly laid Yun Zuo flat on the bed, and then went to ask for a basin of water to wipe Yun Zuo's body.

To prevent Yun Zuo from moving, Ye Changyao had to free his left hand to hold Yun Zuo's lower back.

After a while, Yun Zuo opened his eyes and looked at him pitifully.

It should be extremely uncomfortable to be held down by his lower back, right?

"Husband, husband, husband..." Yun Zuo's mind was in chaos, and it seemed that he could only call "husband".

Ye Changyao let go of his lower back, turned to caress Yun Zuo's cheek, and said softly, "Is there any discomfort?"

"I..." Yun Zuo turned over by himself, and clasped Ye Changyao's wrist again.

Seeing this, Ye Changyao immediately lowered his head.

Yunzuo's eyes were a little wet, and then he fell asleep completely.

Ye Changyao brushed away for Yunzuo, brushed away himself, and fell asleep hugging Yunzuo.

August [-]th, the Mid-Autumn Festival, people are full and the moon is full.

It wasn't until sunset that the heat subsided.

Because Yunzuo was extremely tired, Ye Changyao didn't wake up Yunzuo to admire the moon.

Once Yunzuo falls asleep, he seldom wakes up before dawn, but Ye Changyao still prepares moon cakes, crabs and sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

August is the season when golden osmanthus is fragrant, and it is also the season when crabs are the most plump.

Ye Changyao was ready, so he sat in front of the table and looked at a volume of "Shiben".

"Shiben" is a history book, "Shi" means "lineage", and "ben" means "origin".

Halfway through the hour of the day, everything was silent.

Ye Changyao got up and opened the window hinge, and the faint scent of osmanthus came with the clear moonlight.

He looked up, and the silver moon disk hanging high in the sky immediately came into his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at Yun Zuo, Yun Zuo was still in a coma, and after being covered by the moonlight, his face looked so ordinary that he couldn't look directly at it.

With a trembling heart, he walked to Yunzuo's side and kissed those lips.

Yun Zuo was actually awakened by his kiss, put his hands on his waist, and called him softly: "Husband..."

He couldn't help kissing Yunzuo's eyelids again: "Sorry, I woke you up, do you want to get up?"

Yun Zuo sniffed the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and suddenly remembered: "Is today the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Ye Changyao replied: "Today is indeed the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Yunzuo rubbed Ye Changyao's heart: "I want to eat mooncakes."

Ye Changyao's heart was weakened by Yun Zuo's grinding, and he said, "Let go of me first, I'll go get the mooncakes."

Yun Zuo, however, refused to let go: "Let me hold you for a while longer."

Ye Changyao let Yun Zuo hold him, and after a full cup of tea, Yun Zuo barely let go of Ye Changyao, and then got down from the bed by himself.

His feet were sore and limp, although he was better than the previous few days, but he still staggered.

Ye Changyao quickly supported Yun Zuo, and helped Yun Zuo sit down in front of the table.

Yunzuo first saw moon cakes, crabs and sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and then saw the volume of "Shiben".

He had read "Shiben" before, and it was as if he had witnessed those glorious eras and heroic figures.

But he still couldn't help but want to tease Ye Changyao: "Husband, it's really boring to read such a serious history book after you even hugged me."

Ye Changyao asked seriously: "From your point of view, what should I watch to be considered interesting?"

Yunzuo shyly said: "It's a picture of the erotic palace."

Ye Changyao had never seen a picture of a erotic palace before. Hearing this, he said distressedly: "You have hidden a picture of a erotic palace. I don't know where it is hidden."

Yun Zuo boldly said: "I can give it to you."

Ye Changyao nodded and said, "I'm sorry."

Yunzuo stood up, took out the hidden erotic map, and handed it to Ye Changyao.

Ye Changyao took it, and said solemnly again: "I will definitely study hard."

Yun Zuo's face turned red beyond recognition, and he lowered his head and said, "Then you should study hard."

Ye Changyao put away the erotic pictures and "Shiben" together, and poured osmanthus wine for Yunzuo.

This sweet-scented osmanthus wine was not high in alcohol content, but because Yun Zuo was too strong to drink, he only poured half a cup.

Yunzuo took a sip, suddenly felt his cheeks became hotter, reached out to stroke them, and went to eat mooncakes again.

This mooncake was filled with lotus seed paste and egg yolk. He had just eaten half of the mooncake when Ye Changyao pushed a plate in front of him.

The dish contained the crab meat picked out by Ye Changyao himself. Ye Changyao had dexterous fingers, and the crab meat was all in one piece. Except that there was no shell, it looked like a crab that hadn't been shelled.

He dipped in soy sauce and ate happily. After eating, he stared at Ye Changyao who was peeling the crab shell without blinking.

Ye Changyao's fingers were long and slender, and he peeled off the crab shell with indescribable beauty.

Due to sword practice, Ye Changyao had thick sword calluses on his hands, his skin was slightly rough, and his knuckles were thicker than ordinary people.

It was this finger that made him taste...

He suddenly turned his head away, he never knew that he was so eager and dissatisfied.

Ye Changyao sent the second shelled crab to a small plate, and seeing Yunzuo tilted his head and didn't look at him, he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Yun Zuo ate up the remaining half mooncake with lotus seed paste and egg yolk before replying, "I like your fingers."

Ye Changyao was even more puzzled: "Since you like my fingers, why do you turn your head away?"

Yun Zuo said in a voice like a mosquito: "I watched you peel the crab shell and couldn't help thinking of the feeling your fingers gave me. I am a little shy now."

Ye Changyao laughed: "So that's the case."

He asked again: "Do you still want to eat crab meat?"

"Let's eat slowly." Yun Zuo was sitting with his back to the window hinge. He turned his head and admired the moon for a while before saying, "Husband, next year we will enjoy the moon together again, eat moon cakes and crabs together." , how about drinking osmanthus wine together?"

Knowing that Yun Zuo couldn't see his expression, Ye Changyao still said seriously, "Okay."

Ye Changyao's answer was really concise, Yun Zuo couldn't help but stared at Ye Changyao again and said, "It's a deal."

Ye Changyao said with a serious face: "It's a deal."

Yunzuo used bamboo chopsticks to eat crab meat again, and while eating, he said, "Don't peel the crab shell for me anymore, just eat it."

For nearly three months, Ye Changyao stayed by Yunzuo's side almost every step of the way. He didn't have a single penny in his account, and his pockets were shy. Therefore, he only bought three crabs. Hearing this, he shook his head and said: "Wait till I finish peeling this last crab."

Yun Zuo grabbed the crab before Ye Changyao's fingers touched it.

Ye Changyao smiled helplessly, and went to eat mooncakes.

His moon cake is filled with bean paste, which is very sweet.

Yunzuo was afraid that Ye Changyao would snatch his crabs, so instead of eating the peeled crab meat, he peeled the crabs instead.

However, the crabs he peeled were far less beautiful than those peeled by Ye Changyao, and the crab meat fell apart.

He thought angrily: After I pass this month's estrus period, I must practice hard to peel crabs.

He also put the crab meat he had peeled into an empty small plate, put it in front of Ye Changyao, and said with a smile, "Eat it."

Ye Changyao opened his mouth, but he didn't eat the crab meat, but said to him, "I also like your fingers."

Yun Zuo's ten fingers were as if carefully carved by a craftsman with white jade, without any flaws, but Ye Changyao's praise of his fingers at this time made him involuntarily think of what he had just said.

His fingers left many scratches on Ye Changyao's body, and every time he would order himself not to scratch Ye Changyao again, but every time, he would lose his mind.

Therefore, every time, when he regained his senses, he could see the wound Ye Changyao was caught by him.

One by one, like thin red snakes, exuding an inexplicable beauty.

He collected himself, picked up some crab meat with his fingertips, and brought it to Ye Changyao's lips: "Eat it."

Ye Changyao was startled, and opened his mouth, not only the crab meat, but even the fingertips were sent into his mouth.

He raised his eyes to look at Yun Zuo, Yun Zuo's eyes didn't dodge at all, but met his sight.

He picked up the crab meat with the tip of his tongue, which inevitably slipped over Yun Zuo's fingertips.

Yun Zuo withdrew his fingertips, his eyes were full of affection: "Is the crab meat I peeled more to your taste, or my fingertips are more to your taste?"

Ye Changyao said without hesitation: "I haven't had time to taste the taste of crab meat, but I have already tasted the taste of your fingertips. Naturally, your fingertips are more to my taste."

Yunzuo said contentedly: "That's good. If you tell me that the crab meat I peeled is more to your taste, I will never peel the crab meat for you again."

Ye Changyao smiled and said, "How can crab meat reach your fingertips?"

Yunzuo picked up the crab meat and brought it to Ye Changyao's lips. It was not until Ye Changyao ate all the crab meat he had peeled that he picked up a cloud leg mooncake to eat again.

Not long after, he drank half a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and his eloquence was fragrant.

He wanted to pour osmanthus wine again, but was stopped by Ye Changyao.

He looked at Ye Changyao aggrievedly, but Ye Changyao didn't let go at all: "It's better for you to drink less alcohol. If you're drunk, what should you do?"

He had never been drunk before, and wanted to taste what it was like to be drunk, so he said, "It's okay."

"Your body is important." Seeing Yun Zuo, Ye Changyao wanted to say something more, and simply drank the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in the jug in front of Yun Zuo.

"You are so stingy." After Yun Zuo said, he came to Ye Changyao and kissed Ye Changyao condescendingly.

The flexible tip of his tongue penetrated into Ye Changyao's mouth, wantonly grabbing the remaining liquor.

Kissing and kissing, Yun Zuo suddenly felt dizzy, a little drunk.

Yun Zuo's face was flushed as if he had put on rouge.

Ye Changyao carried Yunzuo back to the bed and lay down, and went to eat the remaining osmanthus mooncake.

The moonlight filled most of the room like water, occasionally a dog barked, and Yun Zuo breathed evenly. Suddenly, he vaguely called Ye Changyao: "Husband."

Ye Changyao couldn't help but feel throbbing in his heart. He was abandoned by his parents since he was a child. After he became sensible, he believed that he would die alone. After all, even his parents would abandon him. Who can stay by his side for a long time?

Master treated him well, but he was not very close to Master. After Master passed away, he was even more alone, and he would never take the initiative to talk to others unless necessary.

When he was used to being alone, Yun Zuo broke into his life and let him taste the feeling of being depended on, needed and loved by others.

He swallowed the last bite of sweet-scented osmanthus mooncake, and immediately got on the bed, hugged Yunzuo, and said in Yunzuo's ear: "Today is August [-]th, and your estrus period will end on August [-]th." Now, then we will be able to set off to Guancui Mountain, and when you get the Phoenix Feather, your morality will be restored."

On August 23, the dossier of Mrs. Wang had already been presented to His Majesty by the city lord, and early this morning, the city lord received His Majesty's approval—to beheaded immediately for public display.

According to the usual practice, death row prisoners are always executed after the autumn, and this autumn refers to after the autumnal equinox.

The king matches the sky, the sky has four seasons, and the king has four politics, which should correspond to each other. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter correspond to celebration, reward, punishment, and punishment respectively.

But August 23 is not yet the autumnal equinox, which shows that His Majesty is so angry that he cannot allow the murderer to live another day.

The lord of the city ordered people to deliver a meal of decapitation to Mrs. Wang, and escorted Mrs. Wang to the execution ground at noon.

In the scorching sun, Mrs. Wang was kneeling on the execution ground. She was already unkempt, but after parading around, she was covered with rotten eggs and vegetable leaves, making her look extremely embarrassed.

She didn't expect this day to come so early. She killed people on impulse, but after being arrested, she was already mentally prepared.

But in the face of the dazzling beheading knife, she was still pale with shock and shivered all over.

The executioner wiped the beheading knife, lifted the knife, and went straight to the back of her neck.

She wanted to hide, but she couldn't because her hands and feet were all bound.

The blade stuck to the flesh, and then cut open the flesh neatly. Before she could feel the pain, her head fell to the ground.

Amidst the cheers, she seemed to vaguely hear someone say: "Beheading will be cheaper for her, it should be Ling Chi."

Her consciousness immediately slackened, and the last trace of consciousness told her that the vixen who seduced her grandson was three feet to the south of her, and the pair of broken sleeves that somehow got into the cell were ten feet to the east of her.

Are these three people here to see her joke?Really hateful, should go to hell.

On the same day, someone bumped to death on Zhuangyuanlang's grave, and the blood stained the tombstone red, which looked like blood tears shed by Zhuangyuanlang.

On August 26, a salt merchant in Zhuangyuan City buried his last son. In order for his last son to be reborn in a good family in the next life, the salt merchant invited more than 23 Taoist priests, monks, and nuns. Full of incense and chanting.

On August 27, Zhuangyuan City returned to calm, but there was no longer that amazingly talented young man and that young man who laughed at everyone in Zhuangyuan City.