Shaodi Chunxin

Fang Jing was coming in, saw this scene, exclaimed, and quickly covered his eyes: "I, I, I, I didn't see anything!"

Chen Jing is a more direct young man than he imagined.

Before he could answer, Chen Jing had already stood up with his arms around him. When he turned around and walked inside, he passed by the wall with the picture of Ting Tao's snow scene. Chen Jing stood still and took a look at the landscape painting.

The calligraphy and painting are still hanging in place since last night.

Safe and sound.

"This is the first emperor's favorite calligraphy." Fu Yuanqing said to him, "The writing is gentle and natural, with its own style. Do you like it too?"

"This subordinate is illiterate." Chen Jingdao, "I can't read it. I just think it's very ugly."

"How can I read the Great Desolation Jade Scripture if I can't read?" Fu Yuanqing was a little puzzled.

Chen Jing glanced at Fang Jing who was busy cleaning the table: "It is Fang Shaojian who is teaching his subordinates."

Fang Jing suddenly coughed violently.

Amidst his cramped coughing, Chen Jing had already entered the Nuan Pavilion with his ancestors in his arms. The thick curtain was lowered by Fang Jing who rushed over, and the Nuan Pavilion became quiet.

The old ancestor hadn't noticed the change in the atmosphere yet, and said with some concern: "That's really embarrassing you. Let Fang Jing guide you to study in the inner school later. There are few young people in the palace now, and only a few teenagers attend classes. Please do not mind that."

"I do not mind."

After saying this, Chen Jing was already sitting on the Arhat bed under the window.

The old ancestor was naturally held in his arms and on his lap.

Fu Yuanqing's cold expression finally changed: "Chen Jing, you—"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Jing kissed him.

This kiss was more hasty and direct than yesterday's formality, and there was already more intimacy in it.

The young man's breath was long, and he kissed without leaving any room. When he finally satisfied his gluttonous desire and let go, the old ancestor's eyes were red and he panted quickly, and the coldness on his face was shattered in the spring scenery.

"Why so urgent?" Fu Yuanqing asked.

"Mao time is about to pass. I'm afraid I'll miss the time for the second ceremony." Chen Jing said.

Fu Yuanqing hadn't read the Great Wilderness Jade Scripture carefully, and the ancestors didn't know what the second form was in it, and whether it was related to the time of day. If Fang Jing had read it, it should be no doubt.

Chen Jing's eyes were burning, and he only looked at him with indescribable urgency and focus, not annoying, but more favorable.

In today's days, one more day is too much, and there is no need to be ostentatious.

So the old ancestor stopped talking and asked Chen Jing to kiss him.

Chen Jing kissed him and bit his lip.

Let the pale pink lips gradually glow bright red.

Compete with red plums.

Chen Jing kissed down from his neck, dropped some red plums on his body, and messed up his bun.

When he stretched out his hand to touch, Fu Yuanqing felt a little stiff, and Chen Jing had already noticed it, and said: "The place that the ancestors did not let the subordinates see, the subordinates must not look at."

……

It seems that because of the "morning exercise", the dead soldiers are extremely polite.

When moving, ask: "Old ancestor, how is this?"

"Old ancestor, do you need to go faster?"

He asked again: "Old ancestor, is this place? But we need to go deeper."

Finally, the old ancestor with his eyes closed couldn't help but said: "The way to have sex should follow human nature. You did a good job last night, so just do whatever you want..."

Before he finished speaking, the dead man behind him seemed to have received an order, and suddenly it was like a storm...

His face flushed, he grabbed the window frame, staring blankly at Tingtaoju's yard.

Not long ago, young people practiced swords here.

But at this time, he was having fun with this person in the same place.

The Fu family has very strict upbringing, and they have regarded it as a great defense since childhood.A gentleman should restrain himself and observe propriety, and should not indulge in confusing affairs.

It's just that now that the Fu family is gone, he can't be considered a "gentleman", so he doesn't need to restrain himself, let alone observe etiquette.

"Press harder." He turned to look at Chen Jing with red eyes, and ordered in a hoarse voice, "Deeper."

……

Fu Yuanqing said hoarsely, "Go and wash your hands."

"Yes." Chen Jing placed him on Luohan's bed, covered him with a thin quilt with one hand, turned over and went out, quickly washed his hands, came over with warm water, and helped Fu Yuanqing clean up the mess.

"Dirty you." Fu Yuanqing said, "You don't need to do this. I have been castrated, and I have no need to vent my desire."

"It doesn't mean that you don't have desires if you don't have anything under your body." Chen Jing wiped his body and said, "I don't think it's dirty. I like it."

What Chen Jing said was ordinary, and his attitude was also ordinary.

But it is precisely this ordinaryness that makes it so precious.

Fu Yuanqing didn't know what to say for a while, so he turned his eyes away to look at the plum blossoms on the treetops.Those flower buds that were still budding in the morning have now sprung up, and they are opening more and more enthusiastically.

The old ancestor didn't feel any better last night, but after this morning, he only felt back pain.

He looked at Chen Jing.

Chen Jing fought two fierce battles, his expression was as usual.

The ancestors can only sigh that time is not forgiving, but young people are different.

"You've worked hard." He said, "Collecting Yang to make up for your losses makes you feel uncomfortable? If you feel something is wrong, ask Fang Jing to take you to the Tai Hospital for consultation."

"Ancestor, is this feeling sorry for his subordinates?"

Fu Yuanqing said: "It would seem hypocritical to talk too much. Since you are trading your life for your life, if you have any demands, just mention them."

"The subordinates do have requests, I'm afraid the palm prints will not."

"As long as I have it, as long as I can, if you mention it, I will find it for you." Fu Yuanqing said.

"Palmprints are just a matter of effort."

"You speak."

"Okay." Chen Jing stood up, lowered his eyes obediently, bowed his fists and said, "I want the picture of Tingtao snow scene hanging in the main hall."

Fang Jing received the urgent report from Wei Feilong, hurriedly opened the door and entered Tingtao Residence, and saw Chen Jing coming out of Nuan Pavilion.

"What's the matter?" Chen Jing asked.

Fang Jing said: "Something happened in the Imperial Prison. The cabinet ordered Xichang Liu Jiu. Now he is bringing people to the Imperial Prison to interrogate Xing Hai. Jin Yiwei can't bear it anymore."

After he finished speaking, his eyes caught the picture scroll that Chen Jing was holding in his hand.

The width, size, and degree of yellowing made Fang Jing "squeak" when he saw it.

"This is..." he asked dully.

"A hypocritical work pretending to be an elegant painting."

Chen Jing threw Tingtao's snow scene picture over, Fang Jing caught it in a hurry, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Chen Jing say, "Go and make a fire."

Fang Jing was puzzled: "This really can't be burned."

Chen Jing smiled: "Don't involve Fang Shaojian, I will burn it myself."

The author says:

Shaojian Fang: Gan