Merry little roll

The waves shake the long pole, the mood is leisurely, and there are three thousand sawdust in the clouds and water.

Yuan Yang put his head down, carefully rubbing the wood in his hands, and let the red robe slanted on his shoulders slip off.

The surface of the wood was full of uneven creases, and he picked up the carving knife and carefully scraped off the barbs.

The carving knife seems to have its own soul, rotating flexibly in Yuanyang's smooth technique.Shaking hands, knife blades, and splinters of wood mingled together like lightning flashing through the clouds.Those shavings and sawdust are falling down freely, moving slightly on the wooden board in the sea breeze.

Suddenly, there was a rustle.The fallen red robe was put on Yuanyang's shoulders again.

"The demon king is up?"

The scent on Mo Yin's body was already engraved into his consciousness like a brand, so Yuanyang didn't need to turn his head.

"What are you engraving?" Yaojun slightly bent down, and the tall figure directly covered Xianjun's whole body, and the black silk fell on Yuanyang's neck, and fell into the red robe slightly.

Yuan Yang was moved when he heard the sound, and couldn't help raising his head, but accidentally bumped Yaojun's chin, and apologized repeatedly.

He spread out the palm of his hand and there was only a piece of wood the size of a palm, and put it in front of Mo Yin's eyes, although it looked rough, it had already taken shape.

"This is... the new moon?"

"Yes, the ship owner ordered it to be engraved." Yuan Yang withdrew his hand, "It seems that this master really loves the crescent moon, the one on the glazed roof and the one in the red duck room are all crescent moons like this."

Yuan Yang stood up, and the red robe draped over his shoulders accidentally started to slide down again, Mo Yin stretched out his hand to barely hold it, and lifted the collar of the robe to cover Yuan Yang's shoulders again.

The wind blows into the house, the figures in the room are moving, and the bamboo curtains are "slapping" in the swaying.

In the cabin not far away, there was the sound of "crashing" water.

The temperature of the water in the wooden barrel is just right, and the sesame oil dripped into the water in advance exudes a soothing fragrance in the transpiration, and the mist is misty, covering the eyes in a trance.

On the wooden wall of the cabin, there is an unfolded fan obliquely hanging, with a large Chinese character "Lan" written in ink on the fan.

Shen Zishu put down the wooden ladle in his hand, and directly scooped up warm water with his hands, soaking his body.His black hair was disheveled, water droplets fell across his neck, flowed down his collarbone, hovered and slid on his fair skin.The flowing blue silk hangs down, and the tail of the hair unavoidably falls into the water, becomes entangled wetly, and then floats on the surface of the water.

Shen Zishu's peach-blossom eyes twitched, he didn't know what he was thinking.On the white shoulder blades, several scratches from the woman's fingernails appeared in the water.

The shelf where the clothes are hung is placed on the wooden door of the cabin. In the mist, the sea breeze passes through the hall, and the wooden door makes a "squeaky sound", revealing an invisible gap.

In the gap, an eye is shaking, revealing a greedy light.

The noble lady covered her mouth, the veins on her neck were exposed, her eyes widened silently and looked at the picture between the gaps, her throat was a little dry, she pinched her nails into her fat palm vigorously, and her body followed the rising of desire And trembling slightly.

Drops of water, men, and mist all touched her nerves.

The last time I saw such a temptation was in Tian Sanqing's mansion.

That was more than ten years ago.

Tian Sanqing didn't know which string was wrong, and usually ignored her, but he actually sent her an invitation that day.Yanmei was dodging, thinking about not going, but who would have thought that the big maid under her hand would come up to her and say something in her ear. "Madam, I heard that Mr. Tian has a new servant who is extremely handsome."

Yanmei narrowed her eyes when she heard the words, and gave the big maid a big ear scratch, and then ordered people to prepare the carriage and go to Tianfu.

Tian Sanqing was still so short and treacherous, dressed in fancy clothes and jade finger rings, sitting on the main seat with a stiff smile, a ridiculous look of superiority.

"Yan Erniang, honored guest, honored guest!"

Yanmei frowned and hummed softly. "Master Tian is very elegant, I don't know why he is looking for a concubine today"

"No rush, no rush."

Tian Sanqing pretended to be mysterious, clapped his palms, and shouted, "Come out!"

Heavy footsteps resounded on the wooden plank, gradually approaching, and a man who was almost naked appeared in front of Yanmei's eyes.

She swallowed her saliva, and her eyes fluttered as the man walked around. The man's body was covered with oil, shining under the sunlight.

"Boss Tian...is this?"

"This is a good item that Tian bought from the black market. No matter how many wives wanted it, I rejected it and reserved it for Erniang Yan."

Yanmei pretended to cough, obviously her heart fluttered. "What does Master Tian want?"

The short boss rubbed the jade wrench finger in his hand, "I don't want much, but a new maid has entered Yan Erniang's mansion, called Lancao?"

Yanmei was slightly stunned for a while, then the face that made her hate it suddenly appeared in her mind.

A few months ago, a cook lady came to the back kitchen of the mansion. She was very skilled. She ate happily, so she wanted to meet her. She thought she was an old servant, but she turned out to be a woman. Although she was not young, she was pretty. good.

Yanmei asked her what reward she wanted, but the cook suddenly knelt down, threw herself on the ground and cried loudly.She cried and said that her name was Lancao, and she didn't ask for other rewards, but she wanted her wife to help find a person named 'Guan Yue', saying that she wanted to repay her kindness.

Yanmei thought it was bad luck for her to cry, so she drove Lancao back to the back kitchen, but she was attracted to the name 'Guan Yue' in her heart.

Ten years ago, the Xunyang feudal king's house was ransacked. The only surviving youngest son was named 'Guan Yue', but there was no news about it afterwards. I heard that the emperor was furious because of this matter, so the court asked him to give up. There was no peace for several days.

As time passed, just when Yanmei was about to forget about the cook, Shen Zishu came.

At that time, Shen Zishu was only a young boy in his early cross years, but his lips were already red and his teeth were white. He looked so good that Erniang Yan's heart was itching, but because of the power of the Shen family, he dared not act rashly.

"Young master, I don't know what you can do?" Yanmei forced a smile on her fat face.

"I saw a woman walk into your mansion a few days ago, she looks very much like an old friend of mine."

"The young master is so young, how can there be any old friends?"

Shen Zishu didn't even look at Yanmei, he just looked behind her, as if he was looking for something.

"Her name is Lancao."

Yanmei's smile froze.

"In your mansion, there is a woman named Lancao. I have been looking for her for a long time, but I don't know..."

"No!" Yanmei shouted suddenly.

The young man froze where he was, his eyes that were shining brightly dimmed instantly, and he froze where he was, as if he hadn't reacted.

"really?"

"really!"

"you......."

"If you say it's not there, it's really not there!"

Yanmei watched coldly, watching the young man's face turn pale, his lips trembling, he turned around, and walked away from the gate in a daze.

There was a sudden nausea and vomiting in her heart.One glance, even one glance, the boy didn't give it to himself!

She straightened her robe, twisted her plump body and returned to the room.

Masculinity is only masculinity.

Afterwards, Lancao naturally became a thorn in her eyes, and whenever Yanmei suffered from a man, she would be violent on Lancao as if possessed by a demon.

"Yan Erniang, have you ever thought about it?" Tian Sanqing shouted lightly, bringing Yanmei who was immersed in memories back to reality.

She raised her orchid finger, and gently slid it over the skin of the man in front of her, leaving a clear oily shine. The man seemed to be frightened by her, and took several steps back.

Yanmei didn't care much. "There is indeed such a person in the house. I heard that the short boss likes young women. That person is a middle-aged lady."

"It's just some bad luck."

The two hit it off right away, Yanmei sent Lancao away after returning to the mansion, and she played with the newly acquired servant in the mansion.

Later, I heard that Lancao was disfigured by a concubine of the short boss, and died in Tianfu for no reason.

As for the servant she bought, she eloped with the maid in the end.

Yanmei was getting old gradually, and there were too many gray hairs mixed into her blue hair. Gradually, she suddenly became afraid.

She did too many ridiculous things when she was young. She was afraid of revenge, death, and others would kill her because of her money.So she went to Buddhist temples more and more frequently, offered incense, knelt down, donated money, put Buddhist beads on herself, and pretended to distribute porridge to the poor.

Even those male seductresses only dare to secretly covet them.

Shen Zishu in the wooden barrel stood up suddenly, and the sound of water splashed loudly.

The lady withdrew her face from the crack of the door, carefully but hastily left the cabin, panted, turned, pushed the door, and hid in her room.

There was a plate of pastries on the wooden table, she picked it up tremblingly, stuffed a lot into her mouth, crumbs kept falling and sprinkled on the skirt of her clothes.There was no tea, and the dry pastry was stuck in the throat, and the taste even made people sick, but the lady ignored it and repeated the swallowing action repeatedly.

"Are you still eating?"

There was an explosion in the house.

The noble lady shook her hand and turned her head in horror. The pastry in her hand fell onto the wooden table and shattered into pieces.

It's the short boss.

Tian Sanqing looked at the lady dumbfounded with amused expression, raised his head and walked in front of her, "Shen Zishu's body is pretty?"

"Did you see it?" There was a layer of sweat on the lady's forehead, but she was not as flustered as she was at the beginning.

"Actually, I have never understood why you like men so much, why do you abuse yourself like this? Erniang Yan, the most famous beauty in Xunyang City back then, is hard to buy a smile!"

"Stop talking!" The lady pushed the short boss away, picked up the pastry from the table again, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The Buddhist beads in her hand accidentally dropped and fell to the ground. The crystal clear brown beads were scattered and rolled on the floor, making a "gurgling" sound.

The seabird outside the door let out a sharp cry.

The breeze blew the bamboo curtains, and sawdust kept falling to the ground in the cabin.

Yuan Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the wood in his hand.

He turned his head, and as expected, Yao Jun was still watching quietly behind him.Such a tall man, standing still behind him for so long, looks like a gatekeeper.

Yuan Yang was quite helpless, "I will also engrave you what Yaojun likes?"

Mo Yin lowered her eyes, didn't make a sound, just bent down slightly, and put the wood carving in Yuan Yang's hand into her palm.

Lightweight and cool.

Familiar with.

Mo Yin's head was aching, as if something was about to break through the ground.

It seems that a long time ago, there was such a person who was so dedicated to carving wood for himself.

"Master, I can carve whatever you like, not to mention wood, I can even carve ice cubes for Master!"

"Only engraved for Master."

The man was dressed in a red robe and smiled flamboyantly.