Merry little roll

The moonlight is blurred, and so is the beauty.

The woman is dressed in pink tulle, leaning against the window, her temples fluttering in the wind, she looks down, the potted plants on the deck are indistinct in the shadows, the branches sway slightly in the wind, a gust of sea breeze blows into the window, and the bamboo curtain shakes , She felt a chill, and hugged her shoulders tightly.

"The night is chilly, Hongyang girl don't want to freeze."

The warm silk brocade covered her shoulders, Hongyang turned his head, and the young master's appearance was reflected in his eyes.

He opened the folding fan in his hand with a "snap", and the ink color smeared on the fan surface, forming a "Lan" character, but some strange oval leaves were added to the edge of the fan surface, abruptly destroying the overall poetic flavor.

Hongyang looked at the young master's face in a daze. Compared with the short boss, the skin in front of him can be said to be extremely good.

The young master rolled up her hair, tucked it behind her ear, leaned over and blew in her ear.

"Go away! Don't you like that young lady, go find that young lady!" Hongyang feigned anger, pulled out of the young master's arms, and turned her back.

The young master had a contorted smile on his face, and rushed to Hongyang again, "Isn't it because of you, you know, the short boss's suspicious temperament, how can he not be shocked by some tricks."

"Huh!" Hongyang snorted, but half pushed and half fell into the young master's arms. A light plant fragrance came to her face. She couldn't help sniffing carefully. The reason why she fell in love with this young master at first Young master, this unknown fragrance has played a great role.

She couldn't help but say the question that had been asked countless times, "What kind of fragrance is this?"

Sure enough, the man still said, "It's the fragrance of blessing."

The young master hugged Hongyuan's waist, and the two cuddled each other and walked towards the bed, the black silk entangled with each other, the robes were scattered, and the hot breath exchanged with the collision of the tip of the nose.

There was a "squeak" sound from the bed, and the two fell into the soft quilt. The young master pulled out a hand and pulled the bed curtain.

He was pulling Hongyang's robe, but she suddenly stopped his movements, trying to find something in the young master's eyes.

"You love me?"

"Nature is love."

The young master raised his lips, and the hair hanging down due to leaning over was wrapped around the woman's neck, as if countless silk threads were spreading across the red duck's fragile body, tightly holding the beating lifeblood.

The two gradually approached, gradually approached... In the end, they really merged together.

The wind blew up the gauze curtain on the bed, creating an atmosphere of a dream. The young master looked at the flushed and slightly frowning face of the red duck amidst the ups and downs.

This face gradually blurred and changed in his vision, overlapping with the face in his memory.

He couldn't help murmuring: "Lan... grass."

With the flow of these two words, the young master's memory is also swaying in the ups and downs.

The young master has been pampered since he was a child.

The people in Xunyang City all know that there is a wealthy Jiang family in the city, who has a son in old age and loves him very much. He named him Zishu and the word Zhen'er.

Because of this, Jiang Zishu's childhood was full of stiff praise and pampering. He often felt out of breath, afraid of his father's expectant eyes, and hated the cautiousness of his servants.

There is only one person who can make him feel at ease.

Jiang's mansion was placed in the most affluent area of ​​Xunyang City, not far away was the residence of the vassal king of Xunyang City, the two families had business contacts, they had a good relationship, and the servants got along very well.

There is a maid in the palace, who carries a bamboo basket full of exotic snacks to the kitchen in the backyard of the Jiang residence every day. She comes here many times, and she becomes acquainted with the young master who often stays and plays in the backyard.

At first, the young master was just curious about the daily-changing pastries in the bamboo basket, but gradually, he fell in love with this maid.

He likes her gentle smile without flattery, the drooping corners of her eyes, and especially the faint plant fragrance on her body.

"Young master, my family's name is Lancao."

"Bluegrass?"

Later, the young master read from the book: Henglan Zhiruo, the root of orchid locust tree is Zhi, orchid grass, that is, Zeilan and the original meaning of orchid, vanilla.

It turned out that the plant scent on her body was bluegrass.The person is like a blue, which is also a kind of innocence. She seems to only care about the bamboo basket, and there is no sorrow in her eyes.

Lancao would hold him in her arms, sing him old songs to lull him to sleep, and stroke his forehead.

The young Jiang Zishu regards orchid grass as his mother, and enjoys the "Zhen'er" that comes out of his vermilion lips with the fragrance of orchids.

Until one day, Lancao cried, and the big tears kept dripping on the young master's forehead. He was pretending to sleep and dared not open his eyes easily.

Na Lanxiang also gradually became sad.

From Lancao's whispers, things gradually became clear. It turned out that a young and short boss came to the palace as a guest. He caught her eye and begged the prince to take her as a concubine.

She refused, and finally had no choice but to break up unhappy, but the threat and stern eyes of the little boss before leaving made her terrified until now.

The young master who pretended to be asleep gradually fell into a real dreamland amidst the sad smell of bluegrass. He didn't take her fear to heart, he just thought it was unfounded worry.

The next day, Lancao and her bamboo basket did not arrive.

The young master suddenly became nervous, he looked around, but he couldn't wait for the beautiful figure, finally couldn't bear it, he ran to the palace.

Such a huge palace, where should he find it.

While wandering around the palace, he also saw the legendary little prince, Guan Yue, who was practicing sword in the pavilion.

After stumbling, he gradually reached the backyard, and vaguely heard the sound of wooden boards colliding, and he followed the sound curiously.

What appeared in front of him was a dilapidated small attic.

The board creaked, and he cautiously climbed up to the second floor of the attic. There were gasps and intermittent whimpers from inside. He turned his young body sideways and looked in through the dusty window.

The face is the face of bluegrass.

She was suppressed by several blurred figures, floating on the ground, her expression was flushed and painful, and she kept whimpering, but that face kept looking out the door, trying hard to put herself in the light.

That thin body was shaking like this, shaking, that eye stared at the young master in pain, and his lips moved, as if murmuring "Zhen'er, help me" over and over again.

Jiang Zishu's thin body was trembling, he bit his lip, tears welled up in his eyes, he knew he could call someone to stop this atrocity.

It's late, it's late, the bluegrass is dirty, like everyone else, filth in the mud.

The board creaked, the footsteps moved away, and the bluegrass that was suppressed on the ground watched the last hope leave, and the light and shadow in his eyes were completely extinguished.

"pain!"

Hongyang called out, Jiang Zishu woke up from the memory, and the blurred face in front of his eyes returned to the appearance of Hongyang, he apologized repeatedly, and his lips trembled.

As he moved, he kept murmuring the name.

The gauze curtain blows, sweeping away a lingering dress.

Outside the door, it began to rain lightly, and the raindrops hit the deck, making a "tick-tick-tick" sound.

The candles flickered on and off, making the shadows of everything in the room sway, and there was only Yuan Yang in the room.

"Create a crime, make a crime."

He looked quite ashamed.

The fairy's 'Ear Cong' is really too difficult for him.

The man's panting and the woman's sobbing kept coming to his ear curtains, the more Yuan Yang didn't want to hear it, the more clearly he could hear it, as if such a romantic affair was going on beside him.

I have been pure and ascetic for thousands of years, and suddenly I heard such a sound, sin, sin.

The night was just right, and the artistic conception of the sea breeze mixed with raindrops was so beautiful, Yuan Yang couldn't help but think of the past years, and the poetic feeling swayed in his chest.

"Mandarin ducks come late to meet each other..."

Yuan Yang curled up his lips, suddenly excited.

It's so interesting, it's so glamorous!

"Lately, mandarin ducks face each other, the flute dials the pool, competes, competes, the spring water is full of waves!"

After finishing this paragraph, the man in red applauded himself in his heart, his brows were stained with drunkenness, and he turned behind him, wanting to write this word down.

With this turn, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze.

The Yaojun actually stood behind him!

The man remained calm, and the eyes under the veil seemed to be gazing at him.

"When did you stand here!" Yuan Yang was so frightened that he panicked.

Oops, oops, the upright demeanor he managed to build up in front of the Yaojun, it can be regarded as falling apart in vain!

The rain outside the window gradually became heavier, hitting the walls of the cabin in a "pattapatta".

Mo Yin approached him, and the fragrance on his body gradually enveloped Yuan Yang.

When he took a step forward, Yuan Yang took a step back, until Yuan Yang's back touched the cabinet, and Mo Yin barely stopped.

"Flute dialing pool?"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

"Chunshui Melaleuca Waves?"

"Monster..."

Yuan Yang has the heart to dig a hole in the ground, and he can't wait to break through the wall and leave.

Mo Yin stretched out his hand and suddenly struck Yuan Yang's face. Yuan Yang was caught off guard and closed his eyes nervously.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Mo Yin's hand shifted, brushed Yuan Yang's cheek, stretched back, and took down the astrolabe board on the cabinet.

A breeze blew across Yuan Yang's cheeks, and he was a little dazed.

"good words."

Ruquan's voice poured out, and Mo Yin approached him holding the horoscope.

"I hope that one day, Xianjun can also experience the wonderland in this word."

Then he pulled away again, leaving Yuanyang alone in the corner.

The rain splashed in from the screen window, infiltrating the coolness, and the sea breeze of the fishy tide penetrated into the cabin through the gap.

Yuan Yang stretched out his hand and wiped his stiff face.

Somehow, he always felt that there was a smile behind that veil.

And... bad intentions.