The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

The summer is coming and the cold is coming, and winter is here.

Song Wei is afraid of the cold, but whenever there is frost, fog, wind, rain, snow, or freezing, he is unwilling to start work.However, being bored at home is also very boring. You know, under the influence of Song Xiaolang, Wang Dapei, Qihou Xiaoxia, a group of friends, those who got married, and those who studied art, all went on the right path during this year.At the end of the year, affairs are pressing, and no one has time to talk to him.He is a shopkeeper who doesn't want to go out, and those who live at home are even more reluctant to go out.Just in time for the Chinese New Year, who wouldn't want to buy some new KitKat gadgets?As a result, Song Wei's business was much better than usual, and she couldn't get rid of her frequent pushes.

Ten days ago, Changningfang Dugu Mansion ordered a batch of incense and cheese, which should have been delivered today.When it snowed in the morning, Song Wei became lazy, nestled on the bed, pretended to be two, and played Shuanglu by himself.Unexpectedly, not only did the snow stop in the afternoon, but the sun also came out.Thinking about the set of jewelry that I fancy a while ago, I was going to buy it as a New Year gift for my mother, and it was still short of a few hundred pennies.Song Wei jumped out of bed, put on the leather jacket and hat, put his hands in the sheepskin sleeves, stepped on the snow, and walked to Li Kuang to lead the donkey.

Cui Zhen was sitting in the pavilion in the back garden admiring the snow when the maid reported that the Song family shopkeeper had come to the door.The pavilion is on a slightly higher terrain, surrounded by thick wind curtains on three sides, and the front is empty, facing the plum grove down the slope, so that you can enjoy the snow and plum blossoms.Wine was warmed on the table, and a brazier was placed on the ground.Cui Zhen held a pair of delicate carbon tongs in her hand, and fiddled with the charcoal in the small copper stove under the silver pot.

Silver bell-like laughter came from behind, like a group of little girls playing around.

Cui Zhen frowned: "Bichai, go and have a look."

The maid named Bichai smiled and said: "Song Jialang must be joking with them. I don't know what interesting things he brought this time." She looked fascinated.

Cui Zhen was a little irritated by the laughter, but it was not easy to attack.After listening for a while, I became curious, so I stood up and reached out to pull the curtain at the back.Bichai hurried over to hold her open for her to watch.

The shopkeepers come in and out through the back door, which happens to be on the edge of the back garden.Looking across the rockery and branches, the scene in front of the door is clear, but there is no need to worry about being discovered.

Cui Zhen saw a young man surrounded by a few girls and servants, who were unloading goods from the donkey's back shelf.There are not many things, and there are a lot of people around.The young man didn't know what to say, and the girls flung back and forth again, laughing and laughing.At this time, he turned his head and handed the bag to a servant, and turned his face to face the pavilion. His eyebrows were sculpted and his eyes were clear and picturesque. The cheerful smile on his face was like the spring breeze blowing and the spring water rippling, which made people feel happy too. stand up.

Cui Zhen stared blankly, but the man turned around.He was wearing an orange embroidered leather jacket, which was obviously not Middle-earth style. It was just knee-length, with lapel collar and small sleeves, narrow waist and high slits.Not to mention men, ordinary Xia women might not dare to wear this bright color and style.However, when worn on his body, his skin was white and clear, and his figure was slender and straight.Just looking at the back, it was like a fire in the snow, and it made people feel warm in their eyes and hearts.

In fact, Song Wei's attire is nothing at all in Fanfang, Xishi.There are plenty of men who dress more fancy than him, but most of them are not as handsome as him.When they arrived in Dongcheng, the common people of the Xia clan generally dressed in dignified and clean clothes, so it seemed out of the ordinary in comparison.In order to highlight his own characteristics, he has always dressed extraordinarily, dressed in a Hu style, ostentatiously, using himself as a live advertisement.

Seeing that Cui Zhen was staring at Song Wei intently, Bichai said, "Madam, if you wish, you might as well invite this Song family peddler to speak."

Cui Zhen raised the corner of her mouth: "It's rare to see someone who looks like a Huihe."

How could Bichai understand her master's intentions, and said with a smile: "The last time Uncle Jiao went shopping in the West Market, he learned that Song Jialang was indeed from Fanfang. He was nineteen years old and unmarried. There was only one mother in the family, and she was a Persian wine shop. Orchid who sells wine."

Cui Zhen motioned her to put down the curtain, went back to sit down in the pavilion, and poured another glass of wine.After a while, when the sound at the back door gradually subsided, he frowned and said lazily, "It's hard for him to make a special trip in this snowy day. Call him over for a cup of hot wine and give some rewards. I won't be humane to our lords." Family, don't know how to be considerate."

Bichai agreed, smiling secretly, and hurriedly called the servants waiting outside the pavilion to ask Song Jialang to stay.

Song Wei collected the payment, got on the donkey, and was stopped by the servant of Dugu Mansion.He asked with a smile, "I don't know what orders you have from the Zunfu?"

"The owner of the family said that Song Jialang worked hard. To express his gratitude, he specially bought a glass of thin wine. Please don't dislike him." Even the servants of the rich family are very educated.

Song Wei was slightly surprised, but didn't think much about it.Judging from the transactions in the past six months, it seems that there is no male owner in Dugu Mansion, and all the purchases are food for women and servants. "Dugu" was a common surname in the Xianxi Dynasty, which originated from Xianbei in the north.Gaozu founded the country, and there were sixteen tribes of three clans under his command, the Dugu clan ranked first.There are not a few people in the clan who shine in the annals of history and rank as ministers, so they have never been treated as foreigners.

According to Song Wei's guess, the person living in this mansion should be a widowed aristocratic widow.

It's not too late, and the business is going to be done for a long time. It seems that there is nothing wrong with paying a visit to Mrs. Dugu.

Song Wei straightened her clothes and followed the maid who led the way to the back garden.The maid was familiar with him, she turned her head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Madam is very talkative."

When they came to the pavilion, the maid saluted: "Ma'am, Song Jialang has arrived." She moved to the side.Song Wei took off her hat and bowed deeply in Huihe etiquette: "Song Wei pays homage to Madam. Madam is well." After saying that, she raised her head and stopped in mid-air with her hat in her hands, forgetting to put it back on.

He really did not expect that the widowed Mrs. Dugu would be such a beautiful young woman.In his expectation, Mrs. Dugu was at least middle-aged and above, but unexpectedly she was much younger than his mother.

Song Wei is not someone who has never seen beautiful women.The problem is that when he can't bear the temptation of a woman the most, he meets an ideal woman.

As soon as he felt the charm of a woman in this life, he stumbled on her.Then I was busy recovering from injuries, going to court, looking for a job, and working on a job. The shadow of being hurt by a woman gradually dissipated, but I haven't had time to truly confirm and understand my feelings for women.It can be said that the appearance of Cui Zhen at this moment is like someone bringing tea when you are thirsty, or food when you are hungry.

Cui Zhen is very satisfied with Song Wei's expression and reaction, and even more satisfied with his appearance and temperament.Looking at it from such a close distance, I can't help but think of the kumquat tree from the South China Sea in the warm pavilion. It is bright, fragrant, delicate, and lush. It is outstanding but needs care.

She smiled softly, stroked her temple hair, and then said softly: "Song Jialang doesn't need to be polite, please sit down."

Song Wei collected himself, and put the hat back with both hands: "Thank you Ma'am for sitting down." He really sat down.

Here, Cui Zhen personally washes the cup and pours the wine, and brings it to Song Wei, her voice becomes softer and softer: "It's cold and snowy, a cup of turbid wine, let me dispel the cold with my husband." But she didn't put down the cup, she just squinted her eyes , waiting for him to reach out to pick it up.

This is an overly professional way of hooking up and flirting.

Song Wei's heart beat wildly, her fingers trembled slightly, and she slowly stretched them out to cover the back of the woman's hand, but the woman did not break free, her eyes lowered and she seemed suddenly shy.

Song Wei became more determined in her heart.After a moment of stalemate, the fingers stopped shaking, and the fingertips slid across, clasped the wine glass in the palm of the hand, slowly approached his lips, and took a sip.

Since he was able to walk, he has been walking around in the wine cellar, and he will know what is good or bad when he sips down.

"Bozhou Jiuhongxiang, thank you Madam for the fine wine."

Cui Zhen smiled and raised her head: "Song Lang is very knowledgeable."

Song Wei suddenly felt that her whole body became lighter, as if she was about to fly.Thinking of the saying that if you are not intoxicated with wine, you will be intoxicated, and if you are not attractive in color, you will be intoxicated. As expected, when you are drunk, you can't help showing off: "Jiu Yunxiang is beautiful, but it is a pity that the color is a little muddy, which cannot match the beauty of my wife."

"Oh? According to Song Lang, what kind of wine... can match the color of my slave's house?"

"Gaochang emerald pulp, Kucha amber is thick. The color is mellow and mellow, the best in the world. Song Weidang seeks it for his wife."

The two of you say a word to each other, and you drink a glass to me, and they look at each other, and they are getting better.Cui Zhen is rich and dignified on the surface, and she is full of debauchery under her seriousness; Song Wei is unrestrained, with a bit of seriousness in her debauchery, and the hook-up is logical, and they have a tacit understanding with each other.Unaware that the sky was getting dark, Cui Zhen stayed with Song Jialang for dinner by the way.

Song Wei struggled a bit, and said: "I'm afraid the mother at home is worried about it, so today I can only bear Madam's kindness." After saying that, she stood up and said goodbye.

Cui Zhenman thought that the matter was sure, but unexpectedly, the cooked duck in his mouth could spread its wings and fly away.I just raised my eyebrows, and then I thought about it, such a rare person should take a long-term view.Then he said a few tender words of love, and reluctantly sent them off, and stuffed a sachet into the reward bag.

Although Song Wei looked lingering, she turned around neatly and rode the donkey back home.He walked so bluntly, because he was afraid that his mother would be worried, on the one hand, and on the other hand, he didn't know the depth, and developed too fast, and was afraid of being fooled.But these are not the most important.The most important reason, and also the most unspeakable reason, is that I am afraid that I... can't.

Can't blame him for being nervous.For anyone who has been bent for several lifetimes and suddenly finds that he has become straight, the degree of shock to the person concerned is probably the same as that of being straight for several lifetimes and suddenly found that he has become bent.Of course, from non-mainstream to mainstream, there may not be so many entanglements and struggles, but I am even less willing to face the consequences of failure.Right now Song Wei, whether physically or psychologically, is intertwined with longing and timidity, yearning and fear.No matter how anxious he was to prove something, he clearly realized that he was not ready yet.

Choi Jung is a very suitable candidate.Independent, beautiful and generous, gentle and considerate, older and experienced, presumably she will not be entangled afterwards.Song Wei decided to seriously talk about this heterosexual relationship between siblings.

In the blink of an eye, it was May of Jingping 17, and Song Wei's relationship had been going on for almost half a year, and it was progressing smoothly.

Although the business is still going on, the proportion of Dugu Mansion is getting bigger and bigger.Cui Zhen is very generous to her little lover, basically Song Wei doesn't have to go to another house when she arrives in Changningfang.Song Wei is not a petty person either, she always has to rack her brains to find some extra delicate objects for Zhenniang that she can't see in ordinary times, to please the Pomeranians.If Song Wei doesn't know anything else, he can eat, drink and have fun.He is good-looking, with a pure and cheerful personality. Because of his mother, he is used to coaxing women with sweet words, and he is a natural boy.Cui Zhen stays alone in the empty boudoir, the most lonely and boring, ever since meeting Song Wei, I don't know how happy she is.

The two met every three to five days, drinking and eating, playing games, and even going out for outings, worshiping Buddha and offering incense. They went in and out together, and became closer and closer.The maidservants and servants in the Dugu Mansion are all used to it, and Song Wei's conjecture is confirmed, Cui Zhen is a widow and a rich widow.This time, the concubine's love, you come and go, the purpose is to enjoy yourself in time.Of course, Song Wei would not be so stupid as to ask "how is your deceased husband?" such stupid and unsightly words.

After dating for half a year, Song Wei never stayed overnight even though Cui Zhen hinted several times.

The weather was fine this day, Song Wei accompanied Cui Zhen to enjoy the flowers in the back garden.In May, flowers are blooming. The charming ones are like peonies nearby, and the fresh ones are like roses and pomegranates in the distance. They all bloom enthusiastically and unrestrainedly.

Cui Zhen was leaning on the long couch, dressed lightly, with a lazy expression: "I heard that under the candlelight at night, the color and posture of the flowers are quite different from the daytime. I wonder if Lang Song is willing to share the reward with the slave?"

Song Wei felt that she couldn't delay any longer.If the nerves are stretched for too long, I'm afraid it will backfire and become more and more tense.It's a mule or a horse. In this one action, the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain. Let's go.Making up her mind, she gritted her teeth and nodded: "It is Song Wei's honor to be invited by Zhenniang to enjoy flowers at night."

After dinner, I really pretended to light a giant candle and admired the flowers for a while.Song Wei wanted to be bold, so she specially drank a few more glasses of wine.Cui Zhen held his arm, her face was pressed against his neck, Song Wei felt dizzy from the strong fragrance, she entered the inner room at some point and sat on the bed.

The maidservants lit the smokers, dimmed the lights, lowered the curtains, and went out laughing softly.Cui Zhen saw Song Wei's dazed expression, which was much cuter than his usual clever appearance, so she couldn't help puffing, and pinched him on the face.

Song Wei snapped back to her senses, Cui Zhen actually only had a bellyband and obscene trousers left on her body, and a large piece of limp white flesh dangled in front of her eyes.His face was so red that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Cui Zhen was half-kneeling on the edge of the bed, her slender fingers raised his chin: "Song Lang is so shy, is it... the first time?"

It is indeed the first time with a woman.Song Wei thought about it for a moment, and smiled shyly with a blushing face: "I'm sorry for my sister's teaching... My sister should love me a little more..."

Cui Zhen was overjoyed, this is really a treasure.No longer reserved, she directly stripped Song Wei naked, ready to show her housekeeping skills, try her best to create a beautiful night with endless aftertaste.

Song Wei tried her best to relax, and under the sophisticated care of the other party, her breathing became heavier.He was looking forward to it in his heart, looking forward to Cui Zhen helping him open another door in life.

Suddenly, the servant girl waiting outside the door let out an exclamation.The voice was extremely short, as if it had been cut off by something.The two people in the room didn't have time to react, they heard a "snap", and the door was kicked open.Immediately following the loud bang, the four-page screen in front of the bed was kicked away and smashed straight to the wall, smashing it to pieces.

A man stood with his hands behind his back in front of the bed curtain, and the candlelight shone from the side, making his figure dark and tall.

There seemed to be no expression on his face, and his tone of voice was very steady, but there was a gloomy air for no reason: "Huh? Are you happy? Sorry to disturb you."

Song Wei was so frightened that her whole body became stiff, and she didn't dare to move.Roaring wildly in his mind: "I'm going to die! This woman actually has a husband!"