The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Guan Boya grabbed the reins and strode forward, the boots crushed the withered yellow autumn leaves with a crisp sound, and the ankle-high dead grass slid across the leather boots.

Shen Qingchuan was riding on the horse, looking at the clear blue sky, the clouds suspended high above the horizon, and the endless dry grassland, which was smothered golden by the autumn wind.

Crow-blue hair swayed gently in front of the smooth and jade-like forehead, Shen Qingchuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his drooping thick eyelashes were like golden-edged reeds bent down, when the wind blows, there are lush white flowers hanging down, gently drooping to the clear lake water , there are circles of ripples, sparkling like fine golden scales in the sunlight.

The cold wind of late autumn was blowing, and it was still a little cold. It poured into the collar, and the collar of the shirt stood up, flapping the chin.

The bloody BMW was led by Guan Boya, and he didn't dare to make mistakes, but it didn't let Shen Qingchuan ride too steadily, and walked in small steps, deliberately bumping.

Shen Qingchuan couldn't sit still, his body wobbled while riding on the horse, he could only hold on to the saddle firmly, if he fell off the horse, he would be embarrassing.

After leading the horse for a while, Guan Boya turned around and asked Shen Qingchuan, "Would you like to run?"

Without even thinking about it, Shen Qingchuan nodded subconsciously, and after returning rationally, he thought to himself that Guan Boya would let him ride the horse alone.

Shen Qingchuan was about to open his mouth to evade, when Guan Boya stepped on the stirrup, supported the horse's back vigorously with one hand, and sat on the horse's back nimbly.

Arms wrapped around Shen Qingchuan's waist, and he firmly grasped the rein. Before Shen Qingchuan could react, Guan Boya slammed the rein hard, and the rough rein was thrown at the horse's neck. Feeling the strength of the rein, he ran wildly in pain.

Shen Qingchuan tightly grasped the mane on the horse's neck, his back was pressed against Guan Boya's chest, because he was afraid of falling off the galloping horse, he didn't dare to move.

Guan Boya's riding skills are superb, even with one person in his arms, he can ride very steadily. The red horse's mane is as gorgeous as a maple leaf, and it is as light as a gust of wind. The horse's hooves seem to be stepping on the autumn wind. A group of fiercely burning flames is passing over the vast golden grassland.

Shen Qingchuan also gradually felt relieved. Although his ass/butt was bumped a little, he enjoyed this wind-like feeling very much, his eyes were clear, making people's hearts sway

He looked at Guan Boya with his neck sideways, and saw that his eyes were also looking over, their eyes intertwined like honey, almost sticking together.

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Above the head is a vast expanse of blue sky, and the floating clouds are swaying and changing in thousands of postures.

Tired of riding, I stopped near a clear lake.

Shen Qingchuan broke out in a thin sweat, and the depression in his mood was swept away. He went to the lake, scooped up a handful of clear and clear water, and washed his face.

He was lying on the grass covered with withered yellow velvet grass. The leaves of the velvet grass are soft and it is not prickly to lie on.

Guan Boya took the reins and tied the bay red horse to the trunk of a big tree not far away. All the leaves of the big tree fell off, leaving only bare branches and leaves.

When Guan Boya came back, he saw Shen Qingchuan was weaving with a few slender grass stalks in his hand.

When Shen Qingchuan saw Guan Boya approaching, he relaxed his eyebrows and opened his eyes, like an extremely beautiful smile rubbed by the autumn wind.

Shen Qingchuan turned his back and said to Guan Boya mysteriously, "Bo Ya, come here."

Guan Boya raised his eyebrows, walked over, and Shen Qingchuan grabbed his hand, and in the next second, a ring woven with grass stalks was put on his ring finger.

Just when Shen Qingchuan was about to withdraw his hand, Guan Boya grabbed his hand and placed a soft kiss on his phalanx. His voice was a little hoarse, very pleasant and seductive, like withered yellow leaves Gently passing over the skin, it made people feel a little numb in the bottom of their hearts, and said, "Is this considered compensation?"

The neglect these days cannot be compensated by a kiss.

Before Guan Boya came to the Lu's banquet, he made a special investigation. Shen Keyuan took Shen Qingchuan to participate in various gatherings these days, half of which was to make friends with rich businessmen and tycoons, which was regarded as expanding Shen Qingchuan's network resources. But the other half are young rich men and ladies.

In addition, some time ago, Shen Yifan made a marriage contract with the daughter of a wealthy businessman, and the Shen family was only short of Shen Qingchuan, so it was already very clear what kind of medicine was sold in this gourd.

"When will we get married?"

Guan Boya knows that Shen Qingchuan loves him, but also knows that Shen Qingchuan also cares about the thoughts of his family members.

Guan Boya wanted to wait for Shen Qingchuan to marry him, and Shen Qingchuan would have an excuse to move out of the Shen family and live with him. If Shen Qingchuan likes to decorate a new home, he can buy a house outside.

It is not Guan Boya's style to let his little Haitang be missed by men and women outside.

Shen Qingchuan was lying on the grass, the blades of grass pierced through the fabric, slightly pricking the skin around his waist, he chuckled lightly, and said, "Mrs. Shen, haven't we already married?"

Shen Qingchuan raised the straw ring in his hand, and Hexi sunlight passed through his fingers and fell on his face, forming a light golden radiance, and said, "No, Mrs. Shen, the world is a high hall, and the grass ring is a pledge of love." , aren't you satisfied with this wedding?"

Guan Boya's eyes gradually narrowed, as if there was some danger, probably because he understood the meaning of Shen Qingchuan's words, he squatted down, rubbed Shen Qingchuan's extremely beautiful browbones, and said slowly, "Oh , Mr. Shen said, of course I am satisfied."

"Mr. Shen wants to have a bridal chamber here. I can't be more satisfied."

Guan Boya yanked the red ribbon on Shen Qingchuan's hand tightly, bound/bound his hands, and held them high above his head.

Shen Qingchuan's face flushed, his white jade-like flawless face was flushed with a faint pink, his lips were pursed, he didn't know what to say.

Guan Boya prostrated on Shen Qingchuan's body, propped her long arms on Shen Qingchuan's shoulders, and sniffed Shen Qingchuan's neck and shoulders carefully. Shen Qingchuan was covered in thin sweat when riding a horse, and the smell of sweat was very light , accompanied by a spray of cologne on the collar, is not annoying.

The hair was wet with sweat, and it lay wetly on the side of the cheek, like a soft water plant fished out of the water.The skin on the side of the neck is like jade snow, white and soft, and the sweat on it is like a piece of high-quality suet jade with crystal clear dew, or the sweet stream in the melted snow peak, attracting people at the foot of the mountain. Deer and birds scrambled to take a sip.

Guan Boya bowed his head and kissed heavily on Shen Qingchuan's neck. He kissed very restrainedly, like a deer in the forest sipping the wind and dew, but Shen Qingchuan's whole body softened into a puddle of spring water, and his waist was even softer. It's a mess, crisp/numb.

If Guan Boya put all his strength on his shoulder, cut it off and took a hard bite, he wouldn't feel as uncomfortable as he does now.

Shen Qingchuan knew what Guan Boya was going to do, but sitting on the ground in the open air, he still had a sense of shame, endured it, and finally decided to say, "Bo Ya, let's go back."

Guan Boya licked and gnawed slowly, the gorgeous lip fat on her lips had already melted on Shen Qingchuan's shoulders, and the lip fat was smudged to

The corners of the mouth looked like a ferocious monster that had just hunted, with the blood of the prey still remaining around the mouth, and the graceful curve of the thin lips looked like a sickle covered in blood.

"That's not okay, the wedding has begun—"

"It can't be stopped—"

The sleeveless brown vest fell on the nearby haystack, and there was also a drop-shaped emerald.

Although it was late autumn, the autumn wind was bleak and cold, but the sweat from Shen Qingchuan's back almost wet his shirt, his cheeks were flushed, and his breath was also hot and humid.

The lips are shiny, stained with some water stains made by someone, like the lychee fruit hanging on the lush branches in midsummer, as if the red skin outside the lychee has been peeled off, revealing the jade-like and clear flesh. Still hanging white juice.

The cool autumn wind blew over Shen Qingchuan's calf. For a moment, Shen Qingchuan felt as if he had returned to the midsummer of his boyhood. In the hot summer, the stream water was particularly cool. The clear and cold stream flowed over his calf, dispelling the sweltering heat of midsummer .

The drop-shaped emerald pendant is full of moisture, and it is particularly conspicuous lying on the withered yellow grass.

Guan Boya picked it up, pinching the drop-shaped jadeite pendant with her slender fingers. Under the sunlight, the jadeite pendant looked like frozen spring water, so green that it made people's heart skip a beat.

"Well--"

The cold touch poured in, and Shen Qingchuan's eyes widened in that soft and hot place, he felt that all of this was extremely crazy.

Shen Qingchuan started to cry, and he didn't know why he started to cry, whether it was because it hurt too much or because he was too ashamed, tears were like broken raindrops, one after another, they couldn't stop.

His thick black eyelashes were wet with tears, and he looked a little pitiful, his nose was red from crying, and his voice was begging for mercy.

"Catch it." Guan Boya lowered his head and rubbed Shen Qingchuan's nose with the tip of his nose.

Guan Boya pitifully kissed Shen Qingchuan's forehead, and whispered in Shen Qingchuan's ear, "It's amazing, my little Haitang."

"Don't cry, I will feel bad." Guan Boya kissed away a teardrop that fell from the corner of Shen Qingchuan's eyes, and ate it into his mouth, it tasted salty.

Although the rounded shape is not easy to scratch the inside, Shen Qingchuan was still tormented by the cold foreign body sensation. He couldn't help begging for mercy, and said, "Bo Ya, let's go back, uh—"

It seems that the autumn wind blows into the mountains, and then pushes the cold wind inward, to a deeper place.

Guan Boya kissed Shen Qingchuan's wet eyelashes. Shen Qingchuan closed his eyes, and could feel the warmth from his thin eyelids and lips. He only heard Guan Boya say, "This is just the beginning. It's time to retreat."

"Persist a little longer, or you will get hurt." Guan Boya said. ,

"What kind of jade do you like, the beads are still in this shape."

"Emerald nourishes people, but it's still a bit blunt after all."

"I heard from others that there is a kind of jade soaked in medicine. It is soft and delicate in texture. It is especially nourishing and moisturizing. When I go back, I will ask someone to apply a set."

Shen Qingchuan didn't care what Guan Boya was talking about, his head felt like it was going to be a hot paste, his face was flushed, and his heart was beating very fast, just like when he was riding a horse, his heart was about to jump violently.

His eyes were full of mist, and he was begging for mercy, but his pitiful appearance was very attractive.

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