Hibiscus Moon

In the house, there are singing and drinking, high and low low-key laughter accompanied by warm yellow light spilling out of the house, the cold wind blowing non-stop, mixed with a little snowflakes, in the cold night, the breath turns into ice, the outside of the house It's not popular at all.

However, Nanpu stood outside the house for nearly an hour, almost frozen into a block of ice, the cold wind cut his cheek like a knife, he could no longer feel the cold, his tense expression did not loosen at all, like a man carved from ice.

The whole room is full of spring, which has nothing to do with him.

The lanterns under the eaves were blown constantly. In the dark night, the two bright lights gradually approached. Behind the bright lights was an apricot-colored soft sedan. Kou Dian Dian, bright and dazzling, the maid of the lamp helped, and the person in the sedan chair slowly got off the sedan chair, revealing a delicate and charming face that had been carefully dressed.

Nan Pu walked to the sedan chair and saluted, trying his best to keep his voice steady: "Miss Lanyan, this way please."

That Lan Yan bowed to him, her voice was as clear and gentle as a mountain stream: "I am so tired that you have to wait in the wind and snow for a long time, I am really sorry."

Nanpu said: "You are welcome, girl." After saying that, he has already led the way.

As soon as the thick and solid nanmu gate was opened, the aroma of rouge and wine came to the face with warmth. Nanpu had been frozen outside for a long time, and it suddenly warmed up, his whole body felt like needles, and his feet still led the way without haste, drooping. His eyes can only see the road in front of him.

Bypassing the colorful screen, there are courtesans playing the pipa and graceful dancers. The main seat in the main hall is covered with a thick white fox fur. A man in a purple robe sits lazily on it, surrounded by several women. He drinks.

"Lord, Miss Lanyan is here." Nan Pu stood behind him, saying sternly, still obediently lowering his eyes.

The man looked back slightly, a pair of blue eyes under the deep brow bone, a tough and sharp face outlined by the high nose, he was a very handsome man, this is Ying Tianchang, the owner of Xiangsi Building.

The blue eyes swept over the snow on his head, narrowed the long and narrow eyes slightly, and fell tenderly on the oiran of Xianyun Tower: "Come on, Yan'er." The voice was as mellow as wine, slightly lazy, listening It's a little intoxicating, a little glamorous.

Lan Yan sat down beside him.

Nanpu retreated respectfully.

"Nanpu." A somewhat intoxicating voice suddenly called his name.

Nanpu stopped, and suddenly he was pushed into a soft body in his arms. The fragrance of rouge accompanied by the fragrance of wine filled his heart with an extravagant vulgar fragrance. He frowned slightly and looked at Ying Tianchang puzzled.

"You are also 17 years old this year. It's time for you to have a taste of the sex between men and women. Let her teach you tonight." Ying Tianchang waved his hand, he was always generous to his subordinates.

Nan Pu glanced at the woman in embarrassment, she looked exquisite, with big eyes on her snow-white face, she smiled at him, and lowered her head shyly.

When Ying Tianchang was holding the wine glass, Nan Pu said: "Thank you for the kindness of the landlord, but the subordinate still needs to work on errands, I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy it."

"Oh." Ying Tianchang was a little surprised, pointing to other women, "If you don't like it, you can choose any one except Yan'er."

"Subordinates...subordinates have no such intentions."

"Could it be that you're shy?" Ying Tianchang raised his eyebrows, his blue eyes fixed on Nanpu. It's not uncommon for him to send a few women to his subordinates, but Nanpu was raised by him, and he always treated him as a child. , for the first time today, I thought about caring and caring, but I was rejected in public.

Nan Pu lowered his head even lower, seeing those deep blue eyes, he felt his whole body was burning hot, and he was even more afraid to look at that person: "No, this subordinate... this subordinate is still young..."

However, Ying Tianchang seemed to find something interesting, and asked softly, "Still young? Is it still very small there?"

Nan Pu froze for a moment, suddenly understood the meaning of his words, only felt a buzzing in his head, and blushed so much that he could bleed.

Ying Tianchang laughed: "I thought you'd grown up, but you're still a child."

Lan Yan persuaded from the side: "Since he is a child, the landlord should not make fun of him. I came late, and the child was frozen at the door for a long time. I beg the landlord to let him go back and rest, and don't get sick from the cold." Come on."

Ying Tianchang poured a glass of wine: "After you drink this glass of wine, I will let you go."

Nan Pu was already so ashamed that he wished he could drill a hole and bury himself. At this moment, as if he had been pardoned, he took the glass and drank the wine in one gulp. He didn't dare to look at anything else, and ran away with his head down. Hearing Ying Tianchang's hearty laughter.

The laughter came and went, mellow and deep like a good old wine, passing through the silk and bamboo singing and dancing, and the glamorous wine and beautiful women entered Nanpu's ears from behind. Just listening to it, he felt drunk and his ears were hot, but he The feet slipped faster.

As soon as the wind and snow outside the house blew, the hotness on his face gradually receded, and he still heard his heart beating like a drum, as if he had done something terrible.

He gradually slowed down his pace, letting the biting cold wind blow on his face and hands, stepping on the thick snow, step by step, reminiscing about the man's eyes and a slight smile amidst the singing and drinking.

He didn't walk back to his yard until he was freezing cold all over.

The small courtyard is very small, with only one living room and two wing rooms. The bright yellow light overflows from the windows, reflecting the flying snow, which makes people feel warm.

Nan Xi was sitting on the low kang playing chess with Zhao Geng. Seeing him come back, he hurriedly brought ginger soup in the pot to warm his body. The three chatted a few words. Zhao Geng sent him out of the house with unconcealable affection in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Nan Pu wiped his sword, raised his eyes and saw his sister's expression, and said softly: "You and him are lonely after all, we should not get so close in the future."

"Brother..." Nan Xi's delicate face immediately collapsed, and he hesitated to speak.

Nan Pu said again: "When you reach Ji, I will ask Zhao Geng to come to my house to propose marriage and marry you off early."

"Brother..." Nan Xi's pretty face immediately flushed red, and she hugged his arm coquettishly, "You are really the best brother in the world!"

"But you can't be presumptuous. You need to avoid suspicion. People are unpredictable. I must protect you."

"I know, I know." Nan Xi shook his arm, looking at him with bright eyes.

Nan Pu rubbed her long black hair, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, very gentle.

That night, he couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and a flame gradually rose from his lower abdomen, gradually spreading to his whole body, and every part of his body became hot and thirsty.

As the first-class guard of Xiangsi Building, he knows a lot of things, so he naturally knew that the wine that Ying Tianchang gave him was not ordinary wine, he remembered the way that man looked at him, the faint blue eyes, with a trace of teasing, he wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

His heart was sore and numb for a moment, and it seemed as if there were gentle ripples. He couldn't help thinking of the man's frowns and smiles, his tall and stalwart body, his powerful and compelling spirit, his handsome face, and his deep eyebrows... A pair of eyes under the bones, blue pupils, fascinating.

He was tossing and turning on the bed, his body that could not be relieved became hotter and hotter, and he instinctively rubbed against the bedding, breathing heavily in his throat, and he felt a little hopeless.

In the dark night, the night when the wind and snow were howling, and the night when no one knew his inner demon, he let himself think about those blue eyes, and his body was burning with raging desire|fire.

"Lord..." He called that person softly, tenderly and yearningly, indulged his demons, put one hand into his trousers, lit the hottest fire, and blasphemed his god.

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