The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

Without the need to search for it himself, it is naturally impossible for Young Master Dugu to continue digging with the villagers.After pretending to explain it, I came back again.Seeing Ouyang Minzhong get along with Song Wei, the old and the young, for some reason, although it can't be said to be sneaking deliberately, he walked uphill slowly from the side, without disturbing the speaker.

However, he did not expect that one would say that, and the other would answer in this way.One asserts itself, the other remains indifferent.Even though I was originally prepared to be full of emotions and words, after listening to this conversation, all of them turned into anger and aggrieved.He stared fixedly at the instigator in front of him, as if he wanted to see into the soul through the flesh.The person in front of him seemed to be familiar with him, but he seemed to have never met him before.All kinds of vivid and delicate impressions in my mind, each scene is so real, but when they are put together, I can't even see the outline clearly.

He thought he knew who the other party was.Only then did I realize that I didn’t understand it at all, and I never understood it.

After being angry and aggrieved, it was replaced by a strong sense of loss and frustration.

Dugu was silent for a long time, Song Wei also pursed her lips and did not speak.There is really nothing to say.At this point, everything is wrong.

Suddenly there was a panicked voice: "Master! What's the matter with you, Master?" Ouyang Minzhong's entourage came to the rescue.

Master Ouyang was covering his stomach with his hands, his face was pale, and his brows were tightly frowned: "Suddenly, I feel...the abdominal pain is unbearable. Chang Xing, help me, help me to...the latrine."

Chang Xing helped his master up, poor Lord Ouyang couldn't stand still.Dugu Mi immediately picked him up and sent him to the nearest family.Song Wei raised his feet, and there were objects all over the floor, including government seals, so he stopped and stayed where he was and continued his previous work.

Not long after, several aunts brought food in wooden barrels. Song Wei asked about the situation, and found out that the village head had sent some villagers with some medical skills to decoct herbs and sent them there, and two other weak villagers also had the same symptoms. symptom.After dinner, and entrusting Qin Xian to watch over the things drying on the stone, Song Wei dug out the box of "Wan Ying Ointment" from the small basket on An Ang's back, and went to find Dugu Mian.

The old farmer who knew some medical skills was very happy when he knew this thing, picked out some and dissolved it in water, and let the patient drink it.In the evening, the symptoms of vomiting and diarrhea gradually improved, and there was no worrying high fever.Song Wei had nothing else to do, so she stayed in the house with Chang Xing, helping to take care of the patient.Although this work is light and easy, it is very boring, and it is very challenging to hold your nose and wait outside the hut from time to time.When the three sick patients got better and started to sleep, he got under the stove and made a fire for the aunts who were cooking.

That night, the whole village didn't sleep much.The excavated remains were buried as much as possible, and the rest will continue to be searched tomorrow.The mountain village attaches great importance to customs, so they set up a coffin on the stone slope where they took refuge, burned incense and lit lamps all night, sang scriptures and mourned.Fortunately, the village head was considerate and set aside a relatively quiet place for the adults to rest.Dugu Mian was worried that it would be unsafe to light the fire outdoors overnight, so he went over to look at it a few times, and saw that the villagers were on duty in shifts, and they were cautious before the funeral, so he stopped asking.

From noon to midnight, he never had a chance to talk to Song Wei alone.Sometimes when I looked up, I saw him coming out of some kitchen with a face covered in black ashes, driving the donkey to fetch water from the small pond down the slope.Sometimes when I turned my head, I saw him roll up his sleeves and trouser legs, and together with Qin Xian, tidy up the luggage and sundries.The last impression he had was that he was holding a bald pen, accompanied by the village head himself, sitting on the edge of the coffin shed to write a paper wallet.Few of the villagers are literate, and even the village head with the highest level of education is not as good as Song Wei, who is half a bucket of water.Of course, the distinguished guests have a lot of knowledge, but the village chief didn't dare to invite them, so he tried to ask Mr. Song, and agreed without saying a word.

It seems that it is always dangling around in front of your eyes, but it is slippery and you can't catch it.

After falling asleep in the middle of the night, Song Wei never came back.Mu Ping glanced at the young master, and asked, "How about I go and find Mr. Song?"

Dugu Mian concealed his emotions: "No need. Where is he uncomfortable?"

Qin Xian nodded: "Young Master Song looks very coquettish, but I didn't expect that he was actually able to carry and beat him, which is much better than ordinary people."

Mu Ping glanced at the young master again, hesitated for a moment, and said: "What if..." The implication is, what if he ran away again in the middle of the night?

It was rare for Qin Xian to be clever enough to understand the second half of his subtext: "The village head just asked Mr. Song to help, and asked someone to bring his donkey and things here. If he really wants to leave, he definitely won't Leave that donkey behind."

Mu Ping secretly rolled his eyes.This idiot, doesn't it make it clear that the young master is not as good as a donkey in people's hearts?

Dugu's expression was as usual: "Go to sleep. Tomorrow will not be easy." After finishing speaking, he lay down on the bed.I thought about that bastard, I don't know which men's Chase bunk I slept in.Teeth itch for a while, and empty for a while, thinking about the later, I just feel boring.However, the more boring I felt in my heart, the more intense the fire in my body was, and I just fell asleep half the night like a pendulum while being cold and hot at the same time.

The next day, although Master Ouyang was slightly weak, he still set off early in the morning as planned and returned to the station.The post servant who led the way was also very fateful, and arranged to stay in another house that night, and he was safe and sound.It's just that I was a little overly frightened, and kept chanting Bodhisattva's blessings as soon as I was free.There was only one horse left, and of course Ouyang Minzhong was placed.This horse is the young master's mount, and it was given the good name "Lingyun", and most people can't hold it, so Mr. Ouyang was very scared and let the young master Dugu lead him away.Song Wei was still sitting on Er Ang's back.Although it was against the rules, no one else could compete with him for a donkey, so he felt at ease and sat on the high ground.

After walking for a whole day before returning to the official post, I was waiting here impatiently, and was about to send someone to Shuangqiao Village to see what happened.Ouyang Minzhong arranged all the instructions and notifications, followed the persuasion of the postmaster, and decided to recuperate here for a few days.Everyone on this trip was terrified and even more tired. After tidying up and washing, they lay down early to rest.

After Dugu Mian finished speaking with Ouyang Minzhong, he entered the room and saw that Song Wei had fallen asleep.At first I thought it was pretending to be asleep, how could it be possible for him to get what he wanted, and turned him over while pinching his shoulders.His movements were rough, and with a little bit of strength, he squeezed people to and fro, closed his eyes and frowned, whining and protesting like a puppy, with an angry and aggrieved expression on his face.

Let go, and patted his cheek: "Song Xiaoyin."

This time he simply pouted his lips and stuck his head under the quilt, as if he was dying and would not wake up.

After Dugu thought about it, he probably didn't sleep much last night.I am also very tired, I can't move anymore, let's talk about it tomorrow.

The next day, as usual, he woke up first.There is a warm and soft breath in my ears, and I turn my head slightly, and I can see that white and rosy face, which is quiet and serene, close at hand.The body is wrapped in a thin silk quilt, snuggling up to the side with an extremely soft arc.

How intimate and loving.

Dugu Xian has never felt so deeply how big the gap between the appearance and the truth is.

He stretched out his hand in a daze: what a bewildering face.Fingers from the eyebrows down, caressed the straight bridge of the nose, bright lips, down the slender and graceful neck, pulled open the collar, and stopped at the delicate collarbone and shoulder sockets.I squeezed so hard last night that I left fingerprints on my shoulders.Dugu later knew that he was angry at that time.

He slowly unbuttoned the front of his shirt, exposing the white snow and red cherry blossoms on his chest, and leaned over to lick it gently.Hearing sleepy soft groans leaking from his nostrils, as sweet as glutinous rice wine mixed with honey, he stopped and looked up.Sure enough, the facial features are stretched and comfortable, the eyes seem to be open but not open, the corners of the lips are not smiling, and they look like they are waiting for someone to do it.

There is nothing better than this.

"Song Wei."

"Um……"

After waiting for a while, I saw that the expression on his face gradually calmed down, his head rubbed against the pillow, and did not move.

He didn't actually wake up at all.

So what about when you are awake?

Dugu Mian pulled off Song Wei's obscene pants, pressed the back of her head and kissed them.He gnawed and bitten until his hands and feet danced wildly, whimpering in pain, and finally shouted angrily: "What kind of nerves did you get in the early morning! Get out!!"

Pulling away the distance, I met the eyes staring at me, they were big and bright, and there was a small flame jumping in the depth of the pupils.

Dugu leaned forward, pressed him firmly, lightened his strength, changed the angle, and started to kiss him gently again.Soon, the voice became quieter, the eyes no longer fierce, the breath began to get tired, the body began to heat up, the arms climbed up the shoulders, the legs wrapped around the waist, the rouge was messy, the jade beads were flying, it was a mess.

After Dugu fucked harder and harder, it seemed like it had never been so intense before.After reaching the peak and falling slowly, it seems that it has never been so calm.He thought: It turns out that what confuses people is not the beautiful face and body itself, but the happy and passionate illusion presented by the face and body, which is too easy to create illusions.I am afraid that my previous self has been in the illusion, and was led astray by it.

But where is the truth?What does the truth look like?There is no way to track it down.

Very sad, but don't know what to do.

He had to get up, take a bath and eat, and then go to do other things.Song Wei took a bath and ate dinner with him, stared at his back, and fell asleep.

Sleeping until afternoon, I went out of the room to look for food, met Ouyang Minzhong, and said: "Thanks to Mr. Song for the elixir, I didn't thank you, I hope you can forgive me."

Song Wei said a few words politely.Ouyang Minzhong said again: "My lord's kindness can never be repaid. I happened to bring two bottles of Xiaoqu Shaochun in my pocket. If you don't mind..."

Song Wei was originally afraid of his mother-in-law's love for the young master, but when he heard that there was good wine, he couldn't take care of it, so he nodded and agreed, Xizi followed into the room.

Ouyang Minzhong took out the wine and asked the post servant to bring some snacks.He was not a stupid person, and he didn't mention Dugu Xiaohou Ye at all. The old and the young sat opposite each other, talking about eating and drinking, strange customs, and it was very pleasant.

Song Wei saw that there was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table. On the large sheet of white paper was a third of a drawing of a high-drum car. After drinking, he didn't leave, and left it for Mr. Ouyang to help, measure the size, and play it. An ink line or something is much easier to use than his Chang Xing.

So in the next few days, spending time with Master Ouyang during the day and sleeping with Dugu Xiaohou at night, it was quite peaceful.

The day before leaving, Ouyang Minzhong asked: "Young Master Song, are you leaving?"

Song Wei couldn't sit still, and could only draw for a quarter of an hour at most, and then she simply asked a servant for a bunch of bamboo poles to make a small model of a cart for Master Ouyang.At this time, I was putting the last bamboo tube on the top, when I heard this, I shook my head: "Leave if you have a chance."

Ouyang Minzhong also shook his head: "I don't think Mr. Song may have a chance."

Song smiled: "There is always a chance." Looking up, seeing that Chang Xing was not there, only the two of them, he said, "Your Excellency thought that a proud and noble person suddenly found himself being sentimental, and he could allow him How long will the person who pretends to be passionate stay in front of me? Sooner or later."

Song smiled brightly and charmingly.Ouyang Minzhong looked at him and felt a block in his heart.After a while, he slowly said: "If you pretend to be passionate, it is also a kind of love after all. Mr. Song, don't you think so?"

Song Wei was silent for a moment, and said: "My lord is right. But, in the final analysis, it is also a wrong payment. I know it is a wrong payment, so why should I accept it by mistake?"

Ouyang Minzhong sighed and stopped talking.

Five days later, the patrol envoy and his party entered Shuncheng, the terminal station.This time the envoy went first, and the deputy envoy arrived half a day after the mistake.

Dugu Mian was riding on the horse, looking at the forked road in front of him: "Song Wei, I've thought about it. You are right, if you hadn't run away, you would have died a long time ago. Since you are so unwilling, I will treat you as dead so what .From now on, you can stay as you please. But," he said after a pause, "just, don't let me see you again. If I see you again, I won't be able to help you."

Song Wei didn't answer him immediately, and her expression was not easy to distinguish.It seemed a little surprised, a little relieved, maybe a little surprised and melancholy.

Suddenly, Dugu looked forward to what he would say.

Song smiled and asked, "Young Master, what's your name?"

Dugu thought he heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

"I said, what's your name?" Song Wei smiled brightly as she looked at his frozen and petrified face.

"I know your surname is Dugu, and you are a young master. Since you want me to detour from now on, you have to tell me what your name is."