king of the dead

"Is everything done?"

"Don't worry, nothing will go wrong!"

In Yanque Pavilion, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed, and the exchanges are lively.Behind a full-body bronze mirror in the southeast corner, two men bowed their heads and whispered. One of them had plain eyebrows, but was dressed richly.

He twirled the jade wrench in his hand, as if he was thinking about something, for a long time, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the upstairs, turned his head and left without saying anything.

After the other man watched him leave respectfully, he turned around with a charming face again, and smiled wildly at the man who walked a few steps away: "You still know what to come, maybe you met some other water spirit outside?" Brother Ling, you just forgot about me relying on bamboo."

After speaking, he stepped forward, pinched the wrist bone of the man with his fingers, and his behavior couldn't be more natural to draw him to a secluded place, where he snuggled up.

In the Xiaoyue Hall on the second floor, several half-dressed men retreated slowly with various musical instruments in their arms. In the small hall, there was only one handsome man lying on the couch. Wiping blush, arms hanging outside.

The room was quiet, only the sound of light breathing.

After a while, there were footsteps coming in from outside. It was the head husband of Yanque Pavilion, Tingfeng.

Ting Feng was wearing a loose long-breasted gown with ties, which was empty inside. When he bent down, he could easily see his shiny white chest.

He walked to the couch and stood still, bent over and took out a palm-sized wooden box from a movable drawer in the wooden interlayer under the couch, and opened it. Inside were a few peach-pink lozenges and a pocket-sized Small wooden clip.He pinched the wooden clip with his fingers, took a piece of lozenge and half-sucked it in his mouth, then lowered his head, touched the lips of the person lying on the couch, and melted half of the lozenge into the person's mouth.Then he straightened up, slowly untied the belt around his waist, half-faded the loose robe to his arms and waist, said "offended" softly, and lay down on his stomach.

Unexpectedly, there was another "offend" from behind, and a knife in his hand slashed firmly at the back of Tingfeng's neck. Before Tingfeng could snort, he fell limply on the body of the person on the couch.

The person who knocked out Tingfeng was a guest who appeared in Yanque Pavilion for the first time today. He called himself Shang Yang. leave.But I don't know when he actually hid in this room.

Shang Yang lifted Tingfeng up, put his half-faded robe back together, put his arms in front of his body and looked at it for a moment, then dragged him to the floor a few steps away from the couch, which was convenient for the musicians to sit on the floor and play. Put it on the brocade mat, and close the gauze curtain that separates the couch from the musicians.

After the room was dealt with properly, he lifted the gauze curtain and walked out, raised his eyes to see that the person on the couch had woken up at some point, and was looking at him quietly, apparently having seen everything he had done.The first time their eyes met, the person on the couch smiled and said, "Where did you come from, a mountain elf and a wild monster, and you are here to make trouble."

Shang Yang was taken aback for a moment, then opened the corners of his mouth and smiled noncommittally.

The person on the couch didn't care about it, and said, "Oh, the skin is pretty good, come here and let me have a look."

Shang Yang: "If you let me go, I will go, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

"Grandpa will give you money."

Shang Yang: "Money is boring, but what else?"

"Come here, of course you will know."

Shang Yang shaved his eyebrows with his fingertips, and walked over.

The person on the couch didn't seem surprised, and moved his body inside to make room for him.

Shang Yang understood, and sat down very bluntly.

The person on the couch smacked his lips and said, "It tastes good. Would you like a piece too?"

Shang Yang raised the corner of his mouth lightly: "Thanks, I don't need it."

The person on the couch pouted: "You are confident. What will happen next?"

Shang Yang looked at him: "It's all up to you."

One hand reached out to Shang Yang's front and gently pulled, and the person on the couch leaned up half of his body with strength, leaned in front of him and said, "If mountain spirits and wild monsters are like you, how about chatting every day, wouldn't it be wonderful?"

……

As the night deepened, the noise outside receded step by step, like a tide.

The lights in the room are dim, and there are two entwined wisteria flowers painted on the dark orange lampshade, everything is silent, only charming.

Both of them were lying on their sides on the couch, not too crowded, covered by a plain thin brocade quilt, after a long time, he let out a horrible sigh, Shang Yang half-lengthened, leaning his back on the brocade mat, with his head thrown back and his shoulders Then the lower muscles and bones were expanded outwards, and all the limbs felt comfortable.

The person in front of him who has been in the clouds and rain but has no name yet has a lazy posture like a cat, with his arms stretched out, reaching for a jade hairpin on the high table in front of the couch, and then tying up the loose hair. Standing still, he asked Shang Yang behind him in a nonchalant way: "This "cardamom" is known as the treasure of Yanque Pavilion, do you know the beauty of it?"

Shang Yang said with a smile on his lips, "Before this, I had never heard of it, and I had never seen it. As for the beauty, I am sorry that I have not understood it, and it all depends on the young master's guidance."

The man smiled "Hey", as if mocking, with a frivolous and careless attitude: "I have to say, you are the number one fake person I have ever met in this world, and the bullying thing I just did just now is now Claiming to be "I'm here". Dare I ask, when did you come down?"

No matter how thick-skinned Shang Yang was, he couldn't help laughing shyly at this moment. He was caught off guard by the outrageous talk, and he didn't know how to respond.

The man didn't care about it, and continued to say: "The purpose of ordinary love medicine is only to aphrodisiac, and it is not clever. The brilliance of this cardamom is not in the word of reminder, but in the word of movement. You must know that the aphrodisiac is false, but the arousal is not. It’s true. When love is true, there is desire, and when love is fake, it’s just a play. Those who love without showing any traces are the magic of cardamom.”

Shang Yang said: "Then dare to ask my son, is the matter of talent just now considered the magic of cardamom or the magic of love?"

The man snorted with a chuckle, and analyzed without hesitation: "I have always heard about the beauty of cardamom, but last night I just became curious and wanted to take the opportunity to test the authenticity, which was arranged by some people with ulterior motives. It's a pity , was actually taken advantage of by you, a mountain spirit and wild monster who killed halfway, I am afraid that I missed a great opportunity to experience the beauty of cardamom."

Shang Yang was suddenly in a happy mood, and folded his arms, wrapping the person in his arms.

He lowered his head, rubbed his chin against the top of the man's hair, and asked with a pleasant smile: "If that's the case, then I'll be abrupt and dare to ask the young master Gao's name."

The man held his hand in front of his eyes, under the dim light, his thumb was rubbing against the nail of his index finger, and he replied lightly, "I can't tell you now, but you will know later."

Shang Yang raised his chin slightly, and looked down at him: "There is no basis for gathering and parting in life, and I am just a piece of duckweed in the rivers and lakes, and it is difficult to control my whereabouts. If I am not here today, how can you be sure that we will still be together?" The day we met?"

The man looked up at him, smiled conceitedly, and said: "I never tell lies. Since I promise so much, it must be justified. Although rivers, lakes and seas are large and their currents are uncertain, they will eventually enter the sea. Big, in my opinion, but square inches."

Shang Yang felt a little regretful, he raised his head on the edge of the couch and looked at the roof, wondering what he was thinking.

The man raised one arm instead, leaning over Shang Yang's neck, stroking the spine at the back of his neck, exerting a little force with his fingers, forcing him to lower his head again, and then humming softly with pride: "Good nights are short, don't you want Are you wasting this great time? Why don't you continue to go to the wonderful place with me?"

Shang Yang was quite helpless, he lowered his head and smiled, turned over, and climbed Wushan hand in hand in a cloud of mist.

The sky was dim, and a layer of mist shrouded the continuous red walls and eaves. A group of officers and soldiers in brocade clothes were running fast in the night, disturbing a civet cat nestling in the corner of the wall waiting to prey.

When he was about to fall asleep, Shang Yang was startled by the movement of people around him getting up.He pulled people back and asked: "It's still early, what do you want to do?"

The man got dressed and looked back at him, "I have to go."

Shang Yang asked: "Don't you ask me my last name?"

He: "I know you. I went upstairs at dusk and brought gold and silver to see Tingfeng. My surname is Shang and my name is Yang."

As soon as the words fell, the two looked at each other and smiled.

The two of them, one of them will plan and indulge Tingfeng to use cardamom to verify whether the cardamom is as magical as the rumors;

Shang Yang loosened his hand, and the corner of the man's clothes was rich and luxurious, and it slipped out of his palm without even holding his hand.

The window sash was opened and then closed again, the wind barely penetrated, and only a soft sentence remained: "We will meet later."

Shang Yang looked at the closed window sash in a daze, then smiled wryly, and said to himself: "I don't know who I am yet, so how do you know?"