Merry little roll

Nowadays, Yuan Yang can be regarded as a family man.

In the past, when he went out, he just wandered around on his own, but now he can't do it. He has to think about his own family in everything, and the other end has already been tied.

The streets and alleys are full of smoke and smoke, the hawkers are eating and yelling loudly, and a few children are screaming and roaring past, with small balls on their heads, shaking and bouncing as they run, full of wit.

Since getting married, the teenager felt that he was different, and felt that his life didn't seem to have changed much, it was just that there were more people around him.

But there's always something missing.

Now seeing these children running on the streets, and thinking about the little nephew raised by his elder brother and sister-in-law, Yuan Yang suddenly realized what was missing.

— Missing a child.

Thinking of this, the boy's face turned red all of a sudden.

They haven't consummated yet.

There was a jewelry seller in front, and the hairpins of various colors on the Chenxiang platform shone brightly under the sunlight, Yuan Yang stopped in his tracks.

"The little prince wants to buy jewelry for the new little princess?"

Today Yuan Yang took the old housekeeper of the back kitchen with him when he went out. The world is very vicissitudes, no, before Yuan Yang responded, the old housekeeper was busy digging out money from the bag.

The light and shadow were blurred, Yuan Yang tried hard to distinguish black and white in front of him in the intertwined darkness, and his eyes began to ache from time to time, the harder he tried to distinguish, the thicker the fog in his eyes became.

It suddenly occurred to him that only when he was by Mo Yin's side could this chaotic blur gradually become clear. There seemed to be only one antidote for the chaotic spell in his middle and lower eyes.

one person.

Nie Yuan.

"Is the little prince all right? But what's wrong?" The old butler leaned forward and stretched out his hand worriedly.

"It's okay."

Yuan Yang didn't hold the hand extended by the old butler in front of him, a thoughtful flash of thought flashed in his dark eyes.

"These jewelry are not suitable for her, I just make a pair for her myself."

The boy in red is best at, besides dancing swords and shooting carvings, he is also good at woodcarving.

The aura of that person's body cannot be increased by gold and silver in the world, and the simplest and most elegant wood is the best.

No sound, no fuss.

After returning to the palace, Yuan Yang didn't care too much, he took out the carving knife and agarwood and carved it meticulously, rubbing it with his hands.

That person likes to wear silver and white clothes, so he definitely doesn't like too complicated things, so let's make her something simple, without carving patterns or insects, birds and fish, just outline in two or three strokes, wood chips fall down, hairpins The first group of auspicious clouds, a little bit of deep meaning comes out.

Except for the big wedding night, that person always likes to wear a gauze-like mask in front of his face. After thinking about it, he knows that he must not like the fireworks in this world, so there is no need to make those gold and silver embellishments. It's not superfluous.

Yuan Yang's wood carving skills are already superb. When he was young, he had nothing to do with himself, so he was very proficient.

When he finished carving the wood and looked at it carefully under the sunlight, it was only an hour, but during this time he had been engrossed, and he was even more serious than bending his bow and archery, or listening to books and lectures.

He remembered the reason why he wanted to carve this wooden hairpin, and his face became red again.

No wonder the father said that after a man gets married, he must be different. Now he can see himself clearly from the inside out, of course it is different.

Became a lecher.

After all, the young man is thin-skinned, the sky is dark, and when the time comes, he doesn't have any straightforward attitude, he is full of joy but hesitant, hesitant under the moonlight, he dare not go in immediately, holding the wooden hairpin in his hand Outside, it was bumping and swaying from side to side, and it was neither going in nor leaving, and I don't know what Mo Yin was doing inside?

Ah Huang in the backyard wagged his tail, watching his commotion.

He thought of the pleasant scent on Mo Yin's body, which was like the smell of some exotic flowers and fruits, and also like the smell of wine.

But it always calms the mind and calms the mind.

It is very joyful.

"What are you hanging around outside?"

In the end, Mo Yin called him in.

The young man pushed open the wooden door, the ink color was thick, and his cheeks were hot red. He didn't know what to say, his palms were slightly sweaty, and he was even more nervous than when he was bending his bow and shooting an arrow. He looked at Mo Yin who was sitting on the bed. , the heat in my heart rose.

Agarwood slowly rises from the furnace, stirring the silent heart.

"It's been a while since we got married." The boy slowly opened his mouth.

"Yes."

"I..." He didn't dare to look directly at the man.

"how?"

The man seemed to be able to see his own thoughts clearly, his tone was neither slow nor urgent, as calm as water, as if he could see everything clearly, the lips under the veil must have slightly raised.

Vermilion lips are hot.

People are hot.

"Look at this wooden hairpin, you like it!" In the end, Yuan Yang still didn't say what he thought in his heart, but just spread out the wooden hairpin in his hand like offering a treasure, only to find that he was holding it tightly. He even wiped his sweat from nervousness on his face.

He wanted to shrink back, but Mo Yin grabbed his hand.

"like."

Mo Yin put the wooden hairpin on the palm of her hand and looked at it carefully.

"I like it very much."

The tone is unmistakable.

"Husband, come and bring it to me."

Yuan Yang bent down and approached Mo Yin, his nose was sweating slightly, he kept his breath focused, he didn't dare to vent his breath, he half-kneeled on the bed, leaning his body, the smell of wine and fruit smelled on Mo Yin's body With the tip of his nose lingering, he slowly and gently tucked the wooden hairpin into the hair.

It seems to be a whole, indulgent to the extreme.

The next moment, the world was spinning, Mo Yin pressed him under him, the intoxicating fragrance became stronger and stronger, a hot air spread between the two of them, and the curling smoke in mid-air lingered in them.

The sound of water, silk and bamboo, and the sound of copper bells are integrated into one. Their eyes are facing each other in the entanglement of the red thread, and the ink and color depend on each other. No one can do without the other.

inseparable.

"Husband, what do you want to say, you were so hesitant just now?"

Now that the atmosphere was on fire, the young man was emboldened as if he had drunk a tank of wine, he softly brought his mouth to Mo Yin's ear, and exhaled hot air.

"It's time to have a baby."

incense.

Mo Yin let out a chuckle.

I don't know if it was Yuan Yang's illusion, he felt that the sound seemed to be the sound of the end of the day, and it seemed to be completely different, flowing like a clear spring, fleeting.

Yuan Yang has always felt that his wife's voice is very similar to a child's voice, and he still can't distinguish between male and female, with the clear meaning of confusing boundaries, but the statement just now is clearly a man's deep voice.

I'm afraid it's an illusion.

Mo Yin didn't give him time to think about it slowly, the warmth had already moved forward, the black silk clinging to each other, caressing warmly.

Yuan Yang struggled and found that he couldn't move.

This is the embarrassment of the wife being taller than oneself.

Mo Yin's throat was already hoarse.

Mo Yin imprisoned the young man in her arms with her body, her eyes were three parts drunk and four parts charming.

"That's what you said."

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