Young Master Jiang has a crush

It was because of such hesitation and confusion that Jiang Zongzi immediately lost his chance, because he heard Wan Chong ask in a cold tone, "Why are you pretending that you don't know me?"

Why did they pretend to be meeting each other for the first time in Danzhulin?Why deliberately provoke and deliberately please?Obviously, he has always known his identity, hasn't he?

"You..." Jiang Zongzi's fair face turned red all of a sudden, he lowered his voice and said bitterly, "You have the face to mention it!"

The arrogance of the third young master Jiang appeared on Wanchong's gentle and elegant white jade face: "The so-called wood is done, the rice is ready to cook, third young master, what's the point of you stubbornly resisting?"

"You..." Jiang Zongzi was poked in pain, and began to swear, "I don't care, I don't care, you give me back the "Ten Books"! Give me back! Wanziman, you bastard!"

Wan Chong laughed: "Say, why are you stealing the secret book of the Immortal Teaching?"

Jiang Zongzi was dumbfounded: "...how do you know it's the secret book taught by Immortal Law?"

"It's written inside." Mr. Wan turned to the first page calmly, and showed it to Jiang Zongzi, who didn't believe in evil, "Isn't 'everyone is equal, and the pursuit of eternal life' is their teaching?"

Jiang Zongzi was even more stunned: "I stole, bah, the "Ten Hall Book" I brought is wordless!"

"There are always words in the book." Wan Danzhu demon smiled faintly in the warm morning light, "The writing is quite interesting and comprehensive, and at the end even attached the private seal of everyone in the Ten Hall of Immortal Arts."

shit.

"Return! Give! Me!" Jiang Zongzi rolled around in the rope bag with teeth and claws.After tumbling to the end, he was so delighted to see that he and his bag fell down together.

It took Jiang Zongzi a lot of effort to break free from the entanglement with the rope bag, making himself ashamed, but Wanchong didn't dislike him at all.Wan Ziman pressed forward without hesitation at the very first moment, enveloping the third young master in his own shadow.

"I can give you the Book of Ten Halls." Wan Chong breathed into Jiang Zongzi's ear, his voice low, like a branch deeper in the dark, "as long as you answer a few questions correctly."

"...Say." The red face turned her head.

"Where did we first meet?"

Ok.

"... Wan Mansion."

Smiling with satisfaction: "Well, when is it?"

"Shangyuan Festival." Jiang Zongzi held back his eyes.

Wan Chong's hand caressed Jiang Zongzi's dark and handsome temples, causing the third young master's long eyelashes to tremble again: "In the late night of Shangyuan, the 'Jiang Zongzi' who caused trouble on the streets of Xiwu and hurt the young master of the Li family, is it Jiang Langji? "

Fuck, I can't hide it: "...Yes."

"Where is Xia Jiang going on a painting boat with people?"

"It's me..." Why do you ask this?

"Very good." Wanchong smiled in a low voice, his voice was charming and charming.

"how?"

"It's nothing." That was the first time I saw you, the third young master Jiang from Liangdu.

☆, Lantern Festival

The first time Wanchong saw Jiang Zongzi was more than a month ago, on the night of the Lantern Festival.

That night, gorgeous red lanterns were hung along the north and south main streets of the capital, and between the tassels hanging from the lanterns, hung a gold-sprinkled red banner with a pair of anagrams written in clear and vigorous lowercase letters.The stalls on the roadside display interesting and unique things, and various fillings for Lantern Festival are available for people to choose from, and the scent of soft and glutinous pastries permeates the air.The ordinary people, kings, grandsons and nobles who go to the night market to enjoy the lanterns are all dressed in bright clothes.

The sound of yelling and selling, the sound of talking and laughing, and the sound of poetry and wine orchestra are all mixed together.The whole capital city is bustling with people, and there is a prosperous scene of singing and dancing.

The Hanlin Academy waived the accommodation tonight, and everyone was free. Nine scholars gathered in the private room of the Qingfeng Building, drinking wine, admiring the moon, and guessing riddles.There are old and young scholars in the Hanlin Academy. The oldest one is over half a hundred years old, so he knows his destiny, and Wanchong is the youngest among them, only twenty and one.

If there are other people around, most of what you see is the elegance of the university scholars between glasses of wine.In fact, these high-ranking masters of the Imperial Academy are undercurrents on and off the table.

Zhang Yangting, who is located in the east, has been a bachelor for more than 20 years, and he has been in the Imperial Academy for a long time.After he drank a few glasses of wine, he inevitably wrote a few sour poems of self-pity and self-sigh.Zhang Yangting sang his poems there, and the expressions of several other Hanlin scholars changed after hearing it.

The spring exam every three years is coming soon, and two of the chief examiners are usually bachelors. Once a bachelor is elected, it heralds the official career of the third rank or higher in the future.This year is especially special, as the prime minister's term of office has expired and he is about to retire.As we all know, the prime minister of the Liang Dynasty must be a Hanlin scholar, that is to say, one of the nine bachelors in the private room of Qingfenglou will be awarded the position of prime minister tonight.

Now, the Qinggui Hanlin Academy also started to fight openly and secretly.The college students who love to meet and refute a few words, began to speak with thorns and scold Huai.

In the twinkling of an eye, it was midnight, and there were five or six drunken bachelors in the private room. Except for Wan Chong who barely supported him, the rest were also drunk.If the Third Young Master Jiang Zongzi had been there at that time, seeing Wan Meiren half drunk and half awake, her jade face flushed, and her nine-fold white robe half untied, she might not be able to help but pounce on her.There were some really daring people present who did this.

Fang Zhu, who was newly promoted to attend the bachelor's degree, had his eyes glued to Wan Chong all night, and even when he was drunk, he unexpectedly collapsed on Wan Hanlin's body, hiccupped for a long time, and said with a presumptuous smile: "'Drunk lying on the lap of a beautiful woman, Wake up and hold the murderous sword! 'Ahahahaha!"

At this time, Wanchong has relieved himself from his usual gentle face of five people and six people.Wan Chong frowned coldly, grabbed Fang Chun by the hair, and threw Fang Chun a foot away with a look of disgust.Fang Chun stumbled and crawled a few steps, smacked his mouth contentedly, and fell asleep with his arms around the Feiyun wall table.

Wan Chong felt dizzy, and his body was faintly hot. He secretly sighed that he had lost a lot of alcohol.

Bend two fingers and press lightly on the middle of the crowd, Wanchong floated out of the private room with frivolous steps, opened the door, and immediately switched to a refined and Shi Shiran walking posture.

The hall of Qingfeng Building is still brightly lit, and the guests drinking in the hall are toasting and pushing cups.Wan Chong went downstairs in a graceful manner, and left Qingfeng Tower in a graceful manner.

The atmosphere on the street is already over, the red lanterns are long and endless, the candlelight tends to be dim, and the pattern of auspicious clouds and flowers on the lampshade is faint.

Wanchong walked slowly along Beihe Street, the winter night wind mixed with the slight chill of fine snow, fluttering his clothes.Wanchong gradually became sober, and finally stopped by the Xiajiang River.He found a stone bench and sat down, half closed his eyes, and looked up at the bright full moon in the night sky.

Leaning against the dry tree trunk, looking down, I saw the moonlight shining on the river, and the snowflakes.

It was at this time that Wan Ziman noticed Jiang Zongzi, the person he had seen countless times in the portraits.

A classical and magnificent painting boat undulates gently on the bank of the Xia River, only ten or twenty feet away from Wanchong. Jiang Zongzi was leaning against the wooden window on the top floor of the painting boat at that time.Young Master Jiang's naturally arrogant face became more and more white and translucent under the bright moonlight and in the vast expanse of falling snow. There was a blush at the corners of his eyes, and his expression was slightly drunk.

Wan Chong looked at Jiang Zongzi's flamboyant lip line and couldn't take his eyes off it.Can a man's lips be so red?

Wan Hanlin thought very seriously and focused for a long time. In the vast sea of ​​books in ancient and modern times, is there anyone whose words can be used to describe that person?

There is no answer.

The wind blowing in the river brought a burst of coolness, but Wanchong's body became hot again, and some unspeakable changes took place.

Sure enough, it's not a question of alcohol intake.

It's about the wine.

Wan Chong recalled the previous scene at the wine table, Fang Chun looked at him with unscrupulous eyes all the time, and the attempt to get him drunk almost overflowed from his eyeballs.However, Wan Chong has always been confident in his drinking capacity, and at the same time feels that Fang Chun has a wicked heart and no guts, and can't make waves.Careless.Unexpectedly, just after Fang Zhen was promoted to a bachelor, after being courted by the dignitaries and nobles of Liang Du for a few days, he got so carried away that he dared to drug him!It must be too long.Smile.

Wanchong sat cross-legged, exhaled deeply, and expelled the symptoms of strange turmoil both physically and psychologically.

About one cup of tea, or two cups of tea, or after half an hour has passed.

The bright full moon was still moving indistinguishably in the night sky, and the snow and graupel were flying around.At some point, Wan Zai, the housekeeper, was already standing not far behind Wan Chong, waiting.

Yes, in fact Wanchong didn't find out about Jiang's family in some teahouse or inn.Shangyuan night, by the Xia River.During the long interval when he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, Jiang Zongzi's group of cronies and friends were talking nonsense on the boat near the shore. Jiang Zongzi, who was leaning on the wooden window railing, must be very confused. When the name was called, there was a vague response.

When Wanchong Lingtai regained clarity, opened his eyes, and looked at the boat again, Jiang Zongzi was already so drunk that he was being moved inside to rest in the midst of the laughter of the people around him.

Wan Jae stepped out of the shadows.

"The action is set for tonight."

Wan Chong frowned: "Okay."

Wan Zai took a few steps closer and said worriedly, "Master, it's cold, please add some clothes."

"Hmm." Wan Chong got up and put on the green and brown ermine cloak that Wan Zai handed over to him, and his hair was darker than night as the wind returned to the snow.

"Go home."

Behind Wanchong, a black and red lacquered wooden painting boat is still full of lights.

☆, log cabin

On February [-]st, the sky was fine.

The daylight was bright in the cabin.

The two people lying on the pagoda wood floor were both disheveled.Wanchong swept Jiang Zongzi's mouth wantonly, making a blushing sound of intertwined body fluid.

After a while, Wan Chong held Jiang Zongzi's pointed chin and looked into his misty eyes: "Do you remember everything?"

"Remember, I remember..." The third young master half-pushed with a blushing face, "You... you need to relieve my acupoints first!"

Wan Chong thought it was very interesting: "But I didn't touch your acupuncture points this time." The movement of his hands didn't stop, and Jiang Zongzi's shirt was taken off in a blink of an eye.

"Oh, really?" But why did he feel weak in his limbs?Jiang Zongzi began to lose his mind under Wanchong's teasing, and rubbed his two long legs around Wanchong's waist up and down, and was lifted up by the trend: "Either, uh...or you, or, huh... point Let me go..." The innocent and pure Third Young Master Jiang groaned while trying to forcefully pretend that he was being coerced like last time.

Mr. Wan showed a rippling smile: "Okay."

Wan Ziman followed the goodness, put a finger into Jiang Zongzi's cock with the pre-prepared moisturiser ointment, pressed lightly and rubbed it slowly.

"Ah!... Lightly, lightly... hiss..." Jiang Zongzi couldn't stop panting.

Wan Chong squeezed in another finger and dug it in the moist and warm tunnel.

"Wuah, go out...um~" the ending sound was alluring.

Mr. Wan showed a rippling smile: "Okay." Anyway, the development is almost done, and the fingers can be replaced with thicker and longer ones. "By the way, I asked Jiang Langji to pretend to be you to accept the crime." Grinding the inner wall and piercing into the tight penis.

"Hmph..." Jiang Zongzi was unhappy, and dared to mention other men at this time.

"So...we've got plenty of time." The whole root fell into it.

History is always strikingly similar.

More than a month ago, after Jiang Lang got into trouble and was beaten for Jiang Zongzi, the next day he accepted Jiang Zonglian's teasing as if nothing happened.Instead, it was Jiang Zongzi who had been recuperating on the bed for more than a decade with a sore back and buttocks.

More than a month later, Jiang Zongzi acted infatuatedly in Youjia for a few days and angered Mr. Jiang. Jiang Langji went to apologize again and was beaten with thunder and rain.After the work was done, the love of A Lang's sons and daughters with strong bones was gone, and the thin-skinned and tender young master Jiang San had a sore back and a sore back, buttocks pouted, lying on the bed to cultivate his body.

Master Jiang was furious when he learned that Jiang Zongzi had skipped class for several days. Not to mention that the boy slowed down the progress, he let down Mr. Wan's full of affection.Mr. Wan, who Mr. Jiang said "has been wronged and neglected these days by virtue and art", sat beside Jiang Zongzi's bed, and read the works of the previous champions to Master Jiang San in a soft voice.

The warbler flies and the grass grows, and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

Third Young Master Jiang, who was lazily lying on the bed, pouted: "I'm thirsty."

Mr. Wan put down the book with a smile, went to pour a cup of tea, first took a sip politely, and then took another mouthful, and passed it to Jiang Zongzi without any explanation.

The third young master Jiang was panting after being kissed with his chin pulled.The tea was sent out by the lingering lips and teeth, and flowed into Jiang Zongzi's collar along the line of Jiang Zongzi's jaw.

Jiang Zongzi blushed and feigned anger: "It's too hot!"

Mr. Wan showed a rippling smile: "Well, then I'll go get a cold cup and come back."

If you fail to find fault, you will dig a hole and jump yourself.

"Hey, forget it, I'm not thirsty anymore." Jiang Zongzi looked at Wan Chong, said with resentment, turned over, and turned his back to him.

From Wanchong's perspective, the third young master's blood-red earlobes are especially delicious against the plain brocade quilt.Dare to think and do, Mr. Wan leaned on the bed on one knee, resting his left hand on the back of Jiang Zongzi's head, looked at it with affectionate and gentle eyes for two seconds, then bowed his head and kissed Jiang Zongzi's ear tip.

"You promised to return the Book of Ten Halls to me." Jiang Zongzi said in a muffled voice.

Wanchong's eyes smiled: "Well, I have handed it over to Jiang Langji."

Fuck!You know quite a lot.However, Jiang Zongzi heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that Jiang Langji had obtained the "Book of Ten Halls".Fortunately, the task was not messed up.

But, "I haven't seen it yet!" Jiang Zongzi twisted his upper body back and glared at Wanchong.

Mr. Wan smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I just read it. If you want to know anything, you can ask me directly."

Jiang Zongzi showed a very distrustful look: "Really?"

"Well, of course." After a pause, "Of course there are conditions."

Third young master Jiang's mind reappeared scenes that were not suitable for children, and he hated himself for being excited, ashamed, angry, and in pain.

"Also," Wan Chong raised Jiang Zongzi's pointed chin frivolously, "it's easy to talk about Zhonghuiyuan."

Jiang Zongzi's eyes lit up: "... Seriously!"

Wan Ziman's brows were also smiling, his smooth face seemed to have been washed with a spring, and it was also stained with the fragrance of peach blossoms: "Really."

Jiang Zongzi's mind instantly reappeared various postures that are not suitable for children. He looked at Wan Ziman with a clean and beautiful smile in front of him, and sincerely complained: "Beast...beast!"

"Well, what did you say? I didn't hear clearly." Smiled.

"Hey, I said...'A deep love never lasts long, and the extreme of wisdom will hurt'. It doesn't apply to Mr. Wan, who is a first-class figure who is refined from vulgarity and immortality." Huh, it's so damn dangerous.

Wanchong was stunned for a moment, and then smiled slightly: "Borrow Zongzi's auspicious words."

Jiang Zongzi couldn't help but trembled when he heard it, and replayed "Borrowing Zongzi's Auspicious Words" again, and trembled again.After shivering, he reciprocated with a peach: "Chong~er~ don't scream so nasty!"

Wan Chong'er showed his face, and asked softly: "Then, San'er?"

"Oh~Da~lang~" Jiang Zongzi's sincere and affectionate style is full of affection.

"Pfft." Wan Chong smiled helplessly, and then said seriously, "A Zong." His eyebrows were gentle.

Jiang Zongzi said affectionately and affectionately: "A~chong~" After saying "eh", "Achong, ah Zong, the sound is a bit like ah hehe." It is very interesting.

Wan Ziman thought for a while, and chose to compromise: "What's your name?" Wan Chong lay down halfway next to Jiang Zongzi, took him into his arms, and curled a strand of young master Jiang's black hair with his fingers.

Answer casually: "Ji Xiu."

Wan Chongyan Yanran: "The only way to learn is to be anxious. Jixiu."

The third young master Jiang laughed shyly when he heard this.

Wan Chong looked at his starry eyes tenderly: "'A man is what his name means' must not be suitable for Ji Xiu."

Hei Lian: "...you go."

"Miss."

"Ouch! Get the hell out of me!"

Wanchong hugged Jiang Zongzi tightly with a smile, and said sweetly: "Lady, call your husband quickly."

"Mr. Wan, how can you be so naive!" Jiang Zongzi tried his best to dodge, but was crushed.

"Yes. You will be punished for copying 'Wan Zi Man' a thousand times." Continue to be sweet.

"Then I'll go to 'Jiang Shangshu' to fire you: 'Mr. Wan, he harassed me!'" The third young master Jiang threw his arms around Mr. Wan's neck, looking at Wan Chong's rarely softened eyebrows and eyes , there was a moment of confusion.

"I'm looking forward to it, you go quickly." Wan Chong pecked Jiang Zongzi's face and kissed, "When Ji Xiu was taught by 'Jiang Shangshu', Wan will be a hero to save the beauty."

"Haha, let's make an agreement." The third young master Jiang thought when he was involved in a lingering kiss, the flowers bloomed one after another, the sun also warmed up, everything is fine.