Shaodi Chunxin

Fu Yuanqing leaned against his shoulder and reprimanded lightly: "Don't mess around."

Chen Jing grabbed his hand, crossed his fingers, held it tightly, and pressed it on the grass.

He kissed the old ancestor again.

This time, it seemed a little more lingering and pathos.

"Subordinates presumptuously." He replied insincerely.

The old ancestor's skirt was lifted by him, revealing his slender and fair neck. Unlike ordinary men, there is no Adam's apple there, and a slight bulge can only be seen if you look carefully.

Under Chen Jing's sight, the old ancestor turned his head in an ugly way: "Don't look."

"Why."

"It's not pretty." Fu Yuanqing whispered.

"It's pretty." Chen Jing said, "In my heart, few people are as good-looking as our ancestors."

He pecked and kissed the place where there should have been an obvious Adam's apple, the person under him trembled slightly, the skin on the neck slowly formed a layer of small bumps, and the faint fluff made the skin hazy and soft in the spring light bright and clean.

Maybe it's because I haven't looked at my neck carefully for a long time, and the people around me don't care.

At this moment, Chen Jing's teasing became extremely intriguing.

Just some light kisses made the ancestor's heart beat faster and his whole body was numb.

"...This is outside the study hall, someone will come in a while, don't make trouble." There was no threat at all in what he said, even his own voice sounded like flirting.

"Well, don't make trouble."

Chen Jing responded, continued to do things that were presumptuous, and seriously stated that he was not fooling around, but really wanted to turn upside down in the spring.

The ancestor's skirts were all pulled open.

The system is gone.

Behavior is also bad.

But the ancestor didn't care about these illusory things, the catkins that fell on the ground were picked up, and one by one they fell on his chest. The soft and bright yellow catkins seemed to cover his body with a layer of goose down.

Soft and itchy.

This is not over yet.

The willow leaf seems to have spirituality in Chen Jing's hands, it is mischievous in the ancestor... gently..., and...

"Chen Jing, you..." The ancestor pressed his chest with his free hand, his face turned pink, "You..."

What are you.

Fu Yuanqing, who has read a lot of poetry and books, is now in a blur of thoughts, and he didn't think of what to say next for a long time.

"This, this won't work..." He protested weakly, "If there are school children..."

"No." Chen Jing said firmly.

Chen Jing would not give him another chance to speak out. While pecking and kissing, Fu Yuanqing frowned and endured it impatiently. However, following Chen Jing's movements, his eyebrows trembled slightly, and his eyes were already blurred.

Behind him is the weed that has just sprouted, soft yet stiff, piercing his robe and scratching his back lightly.

Above the head is the spring light mixed with the wicker, in the looseness of Chen Jing, it is a mess.

The surrounding area is extremely quiet, there is nothing, and the emptiness is disturbing.

There was no stopping around, he heard the sound of pigeons spreading their wings, the sound of bells and drums changing defenses in front of Bei'an Gate, the sound of waves lapping on the moat... and his own suppressed panting and moaning.

The sky is the tent, the ground is the mat, the spring breeze is the mattress, and tens of thousands of green silk ribbons hang down to half-cover it.

This is the beginning of human beings, the only instinct that has never been discarded in the blood for tens of thousands of years.

The decency and shame were torn to pieces.

The gentleman's demeanor has become false.

Fu Yuanqing had never done such a reckless and crazy thing, but at such a time, his heart was filled with joy that surpassed the double cultivation several times before.

But it's not over... His eyes were red with anxiety: "Chen Jing, you—you let me...down..."

Chen Jing stared at him with hot eyes.

"Aren't the ancestors afraid of being discovered?" He said, "If you cover it with official clothes, you won't be able to see it."

What he said was pure nonsense.

The Wusha mountain cap was asked to be taken off by him, but the small crown had already fallen off in the shock just now, and half of the hair bun was untied, sticking to his cheeks and shoulders.He was asked to unbutton the official uniform, revealing half of his chest.Although the lower body was covered by the hem of the clothes, but he was sitting on Chen Jing's lap, which made people even more imaginative.

Chen Jing looked at him with complete obsession in his eyes...

"The ancestors didn't carry such tormentors." Chen Jing gritted his teeth and said, "Are you trying to bully me?"

"I can't sit still." Fu Yuanqing wondered.

The tens of millions of willow branches hanging down finally have a new use.

The ancestor held them above his head with both hands to maintain his balance, and borrowed his strength to go up and down.

He has a graceful and stretched figure, and his whole body is slightly arched backwards. Countless willows and young leaves are set off behind him, like the tail feathers of a phoenix, dotted with mottled light and shadow, making them look like they are on fire.

It seemed that he was about to spread his wings and leave the next moment.

Chen Jing pinched Fu Yuanqing's waist tightly.

His eyes seemed to imprison this person in his own eyes.

Let the phoenix sing.

Like a believer, Chen Jing put his arms around Fu Yuanqing's waist and kissed his still heaving chest.

"Ancestor..."

"Huh?" Fu Yuanqing hugged him back, but was also speechless.

"I heard that Phoenix can't die?"

"Yeah..." Fu Yuanqing didn't understand why he mentioned this, and replied in a lazily voice, "Phoenix nirvana, ashes rise from the ashes."

"Then I will pay for my ancestors." Chen Jing said, "I will burn for my ancestors."

Fu Yuanqing was in his arms, feeling more tired, too lazy to speak, so he smiled.

"Why is the old ancestor laughing?" Chen Jing put his arms around him and tidied his clothes, "Is Chen Jing too naive?"

Fu Yuanqing had already fallen asleep and would not answer him.

Chen Jing picked him up and walked out of the willow forest. Except for Fang Jing who knelt down to respond, there was no one around.

"Did anyone see it?" Chen Jing asked.

"Return to the master, everyone within a mile of the surrounding area has been cleared." Fang Jing replied with his head bowed, "Two people who entered by mistake have already gouged out their eyes and pulled out their tongues, and they have sunk to the bottom of the river."

"Go back." Chen Jing said.

"I'll make arrangements now, servant girl." Fang Jing stood up and bowed to leave.

Chen Jing lowered his head to look at Fu Yuanqing in his arms, and asked: "The old ancestor said before, after each double cultivation, he will allow me one thing, do you still count?"

Naturally no one will answer.

So Chen Jing pulled up some skirts for him again, and said in a low voice, "Even if the torch is burnt out by the time of Nirvana, you belong to me alone."