Xiaoxiao

Mo Ling originally thought that Qin Xiao would not be able to eat the food made by that ghost, so she told a lot of lies in her heart, trying to explain it to him.While racking his brains, Qin Xiao put some vegetables into Mo Ling's bowl.Although delicacies from mountains and seas are good, there is nothing that can beat the simple food full of true love.

Mo Ling was lying on the couch, staring longingly at the dragon jade in her palm, and slapped her hands, that's all.

Taking advantage of Qin Xiao's lunch break, Mo Ling went back to the East China Sea, and crept into his seventh sister's boudoir.Startled, an embroidered shoe was pressed against Mo Ling's throat, "Seventh Sister, it's me!"

"Sneaky, tell me, what's the matter?" Seventh Sister poked Mo Ling's head fiercely, then sat down on a chair to embroider.

"Teach me to cook!" His gaze was unquestionable. He was determined to learn a good dish. He didn't need to say who to cook it for. Seventh Sister would have guessed it. She teased him for a long time before narrowing her two crescent moons, "Who made us nine?" The prince is obedient and obedient, thinking of serving others?" This delicate skin and tender meat can't be done.

"Seventh sister, just accept me!" Mo Lingchu looked over pitifully, and when she looked carefully, there were really tears in her eyes.Seventh Sister couldn't bear his appearance, and she had goosebumps all over her body, "I agree, I agree, can't I agree?"

Before sunset, Mo Ling came back with a pheasant.Qin Xiao just stood in the yard watering the pomegranates, didn't think about what he was going to do, let him make the kitchen a mess of smoke and almost burn the house down, so she went in curiously to have a look.

The clothes are also similar, as for the unkempt appearance, it doesn't look like the usually handsome Ninth Prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea.Breathing out thick smoke, he lowered his head in frustration, it was so difficult to start a fire.

Qin Xiao covered her mouth, showing a very shallow smile, which quickly disappeared on her face, not knowing what was going on in her heart, standing in front of the choked-up Mo Ling, she raised her foot and pressed his lips jerkyly.The eye sockets were more or less red and swollen, so far, no one has done this for him.

Mo Ling is stupid, how could she not be stupid?Who can remain indifferent when the person he likes actively kisses his lips.He blinked his sea-blue eyes blankly, not knowing whether he was drunk, surprised or happy, he almost didn't cry.

With a dazed expression, he stepped back, stepped on a few scattered firewood, and fell to the ground with a slap.Supporting the ground with his left hand and covering his lips with his right hand, he was in disarray in embarrassment.You, me, what, my mouth was so dry that I didn't know what to say, and when I saw Qin Xiao staring at him with a blank face all the time, feeling ashamed, I rushed out of the stove with my head in my arms house.

A big fire boiled in my heart, and then a sea of ​​flames spread out, scorching hot, hard to breathe, as if about to be swallowed.His fingers pressed hard into his chest, as if if he let go, the active thing inside would jump out dishonestly.

The kiss came too fast, too urgent, he didn't expect it at all, so he was thrown into a mess.

Qin Xiao's soft and thin lips suddenly appeared in his mind, blushing to the point of bleeding, he casually touched a corner of the brocade quilt, first covered his face, pulled, pulled, covered his chin, and finally was carried to the bed alive "You Just want to sleep in such a dirty place?" With a smile, he tapped Mo Ling's eyebrows with his fingertips, and his tone was much softer than before, "I boiled hot water for you."

A person who has cultivated to become an immortal has long since stopped eating fireworks in the world. It doesn't matter whether he eats a meal or not, what matters is his heart.Thinking of Mo Ling's embarrassment of flickering white and red before, he secretly laughed out loud in his heart.

Before Qin Xiao's eyes, Mo Ling redly untied the belt around her waist, and she didn't move any further, she looked away embarrassedly, "Why don't you leave?" I don't understand what he is thinking.

"Do you want me to go?" Qin Xiao stopped talking, leaned over and held his face.One person stepped forward, the other stepped back, touched the edge of the barrel, and was forced to have no way out.Hugging his body, the two fell into the tub together, "Want to treat you better, or don't you want to?"

As if he had no confidence in being a thief, he secretly swallowed a mouthful of spit, "No, no!" Then it was you, me, and me talking incoherently again.

And later, gone...

Mo Ling tremblingly lay on the edge of the barrel, letting Qin Xiao rub it for him.Biting her lip and blushing, she wanted to sleep comfortably.Not wanting the people behind to make trouble, the finger bones slid all the way down the back, leaving a bloodstain, enduring the pain, looking back at Qin Xiao with tearful eyes, "Master, I was wrong."

It's wrong, it's his fault anyway, only a shrill scream, don't dare next time, don't dare to play chess with Zhou Gong when the master is rubbing his back!

Qin Xiao asked him, "Do you know why same-sex love is called Duanxiu?" He had heard about it, probably related to an emperor, and shook his head, "I don't know much about it."

There is such a record in the old "Han Shu Dong Xian Biography" "Often lying down with the upper body. Trying to sleep in the daytime, but borrowing the upper sleeves, the upper body wants to get up, the virtuous is not aware of it, and does not want to move the virtuous, but cuts off the sleeves and rises."

"Dong Xian took a nap on the sleeve of Emperor Ai, and Emperor Ai wanted to get up, but he was afraid of disturbing him, so he drew his sword and cut off his sleeve. If it were me, I would have separated the sleeve for the master, even if I broke my arm It's also possible."

Unmoved, Qin Xiao sighed deeply.Liugong Fendai is incomparable to Dong Xian's appearance, so the beauty-loving Emperor Ai sees it "If Dong Xian is only extremely ugly, do you think Emperor Ai will ride with him and sleep on the same bed? "

Mo Ling knew that there was something in his words, and he must have meant something, so he wanted to change the topic, but before he could say anything, Qin Xiao preempted, "What is the difference between you and Emperor Ai? What else is there to covet me besides beauty?" After a pause , and added, "I know you can't say it, so don't force it." The eyes were silvery, and the ice and snow that hadn't melted for thousands of years had accumulated, "There is no need to force it in my heart!"

Those who know him well and those who don't know him all want to ask him this question, what exactly does he like about Qin Xiao?It's not like Qiyu and Lihuan, who love each other day and night, and they are accepted for granted.

What about him?love at first sight?

Unbelievable!There is no other way to say it.

The candlelight on the table flickered lightly, shaking the qin Xiao had no dreams all night.After enduring thousands of years of loneliness, when I meet the person who wants to make noise for him again, I also learn to be greedy, wanting to know what it feels like to be loved like someone puts in my heart.

Ordinary people would not let him be so cold-tempered, and if they can’t get it, they can find an excuse, like the fox who can’t eat grapes and says grapes are sour, or like other foxes who want to save face and make up a mess, anyway, they have been taught Those who don't know how to expose their shortcomings, those who have no experience dare not try.

But there are also people like Mo Ling in the world who face difficulties, the more easily they can't get, the more they will work hard to get it, regardless of the cost.

Perhaps his love for three months was unintentional, and he regretted it, but he said it out.A gentleman's words are hard to follow, so there is no room for him to change.

This is also the truth, it's not that she doesn't have the slightest liking for him, and she cares about his feelings unexpectedly.How can a vulgar mortal see the smile that has never been seen in the Three Realms? That day when he went to see Han Yuyang, he accidentally saw Mo Ling who was drinking alone in the restaurant near the window, and wanted to annoy him.

His voice softened, his smile became thicker, and he glanced at him nonchalantly from the corner of his eye.Seeing that he was angry, his dragon eyes were swollen and round, he couldn't help but smile more intensely.

That fool only knew how to be jealous, but he didn't see Han Yuyang's surprised expression. Is this the young master Xiao he knew, the lonely young master Xiao?The person in front of me is a branch of pear blossoms pressing on the crabapple, where the flowers dare to bloom with great fanfare, swallowing and spitting, muttering "beautiful appearance is just like the son of the owner, if it is increased by one point, it will be too long, and if it is reduced by one point, it will be too short; if it is powdered, it will be too short." Too white, Shi Zhu is too red..."

That is, when Han Yuyang was in a daze, a naughty student took advantage of the loophole and pasted a rice paper painting of a thousand-year king and 8-year-old tortoise on his back.There was an uproar, and I didn't know what went wrong, so the class was dismissed by luck.

And on the day of playing by the lake, on the surface he was talking about the piano score with Han Yuyang, but in fact he pretended to be Mo Ling in his heart.

The other side is eloquent and eloquent, and his side is as if he has never heard of it, and when he raises his eyes, he is dazed and innocent. Where did the words go?I raised my eyes again, "Did you talk to me just now?" There are people who cry and lose their eyes, and there are people who are annoyed and jealous, and there are even people who jump into the lake because they can't think of anything stupid.

The majestic Ninth Prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea will still drown, and if he speaks out, I'm really afraid to scare the big teeth of the world.Those who can still perform on the street, if they have money, they can do it for money, but if they don't have money, they can do it for themselves, not to mention that he works so hard.

Looking back and smiling, "Young Master Long, he's sunk to the bottom!"

also……

Outside the flower window, the dawn is gradually rising, and it is the end of the night before it settles down.Why bother to think whether Mo Ling likes his appearance or him, once in three months he will be a Xiaoxiao who dares to love and hate.

There were repeated voices outside the door, "Master, porridge, I finally made rice porridge." He staggered into the door, and when Qin Xiao called him Mo Ling in a soft voice, he said to himself, "Just say that I can't make a decent rice porridge." Porridge, I am indeed dreaming!" Whether it was a dream, there was a faint joy in my heart, "Master, call me again?"

"Mo Ling." Qin Xiao changed into purple clothes, put on tulle casually, and slowly approached Mo Ling's warm chest, "Haven't slept all night?" Just for a bowl of hot porridge, he saw two circles of black under his forehead, three points like Ghost, but the expression is joyful, "Why don't you give up halfway after making a decision, how does it taste?" It's a pity that the pheasant ran away last night.

Qin Xiao bent her eyes and smiled brightly and charmingly.What else can porridge be, thin and tasteless, clear and light "soft, glutinous and sweet." Because of its affection, it has endless aftertaste.

Sunshine Luo Moling's half face was shiny and alluring, and he couldn't help kissing him with a sticky face, looking tactfully, it was as secluded as a clear pool.I don't know how long they stared at each other, the porridge was almost completely cold, and he stroked his face awkwardly and said, "You look good in purple." He still had a hesitant compliment, thinking that this is really not a dream?How he suddenly changed so much is so unpredictable.

The delicate face is like a flower, the eyes are fixed and the eyebrows are lowered, and a ray of tenderness is like water: "Mortal world, I am yours, don't call that jerky master again." Close your eyes, cover your two cold lips, let Mo Ling stare blankly. look at him.If you can give your heart as a gift, it doesn't matter whether it is close at hand or the end of the world.

The distant mountains are light green, the suburbs are red with cherries, and green with plantains.The breeze was blowing on my face, I couldn't help but blushed my cheeks, but just two or three words, I messed up every inch of my heart, "Qin Xiao." His eyes sparkled, and he couldn't be moved by ravings. precious.

Flicking sleeves and clothes, sitting leisurely in front of the desk, caressing a prosperous overture, lingering and obsessive, drunk and smiling.

Even if his love is deep and shallow, he has to taste the warmth and coldness.Inkstone pressed on a piece of plain paper, beautiful small characters, plump and delicate, "Walk around the city, don't worry about it. There will be rain in the evening..." Leave a blank to be filled.

Mo Ling holds up the paper sign and smiles lightly, "You!" It's tactful and reserved, but it couldn't be clearer.Raise the pen, put the pen down, it will rain and startle the wind' I will find you. stroking the strings, unable to think of his mood when he wrote these words.

If you can make a cold and heartless person feel a little bit ashamed, it would be out of place.After laughing for a long time, I took a green bamboo paper umbrella and went out.

At the entrance of Wuyi Lane, Zimo weeping willows.The bead curtain made of rainwater slid down along the corner of the eaves, ding ding dong dong, big and small beads shattered in unison.

Thoughts scattered like smoke, would that Mo Ling, who always blindly pleases him, pay attention to the signature on the case?Mixed in many ink stains, although it is not difficult to find, it is not easy to see.

Even if he saw it, would he be able to understand the words on the signature?Lowering your head and eyebrows, you catch a restless raindrop, swinging it back and forth in your palm.

When it rains in the evening, you come to find me.

So simple, so popular, even a three-year-old child can understand it!

Looking around, the wind and rain are rustling, but the people sheltering from the rain under the eaves are getting thinner.A pair of phoenix eyes full of dew, full of envy like Mo Ling back then.

The woman walked in a hurry and slipped.The man anxiously helped him up, "Does it hurt? I'll carry you home." The paper umbrella covered the figures of the two supporting each other, and replaced it with a lotus to cover their faces. "My lord, why don't you sit at the house for a while."

"Thank you, miss, for your kindness. I'm waiting for someone." Qin Xiao smiled politely, showing tenderness.Suddenly startled, who asked in his ear, "Who are you waiting for?"

Who are you waiting for?

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