drunk spring branch

Pavilions, terraces and pavilions, pools and pavilions.

Bypassing the exquisite winding verandahs and finely carved stone alleys, the huge Xiangwang Mansion is presented in front of you. The whole courtyard is magnificent, quiet and elegant, full of fragrance.

Now that we are almost at the door of the house, why not welcome people in.At the invitation of Ming Xuanyu, after Jing Zhu pretended to decline a few times, he happily followed to Prince Xiang's mansion.

Coincidentally, Jing Zhu had dealt with those black-clothed men who were looking for faults before, and had a chance encounter.But I don't know much about it. It was just that when he was picking up the trash, a few big men were drunk. Seeing that Jingzhu was thin and tall, it looked like a bamboo pole. They were depressed. They just wanted to vent their anger, so they snatched the things that Jingzhu was picking up. Broke the bottle, went up and kicked it.

Who knew that this kick was the beginning of a nightmare.

At that time, Jing Zhu was also in a bad mood. After picking up the tatters for a few days, he didn’t gain much. Finally, he found these tattered bottles that could be exchanged for money, and was kicked away by some wild black pigs that came out of nowhere. .

Anger was burning, and it was on the verge of breaking out.Jing Zhu has some skills, otherwise how can he protect himself while wandering in this huge capital?The big men never thought that Jingzhu, who looks like a bamboo pole and tall and thin, is so powerful when he takes off his shirt, and he is precise and domineering when he swings his fists. Stick method makes superb.

The big men were beaten up by a thin bamboo-like man and fled in despair.So today, when I saw that it was him who was protecting that little white-faced young master, he almost fucked up, picked up the little boy on the side of the road who almost cried out his snot bubbles, swore at him and fled away quickly.

Of course, Ming Xuanyu didn't know these things, but he was just curious why Jing Zhu seemed friendly, but in fact he was vicious, like a door god pasted at the door during the Chinese New Year.

And this door god, at the moment, is carrying a bunch of grapes that Yi An just brought up in the mansion, following Ming Xuanyu lingering around to visit.

As expected of a palace, the level of grandeur and luxury is nothing like that of a broken thatched cottage.Grabbing a grape and throwing it into his mouth, he looked around but didn't notice the bluestone steps under his feet, Jing Zhu almost fell, and staggered forward.Ming Xuanyu on the side had quick eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed Jing Zhu's clothes corner, which made him stand firm.

It's a pity that the quality of Jingzhu's clothes is obviously not as good as that of Jinyi Huafu. When he pulled it, there was a hiss, and the sleeve broke.

Ming Xuanyu, who was holding half of his sleeves, suddenly had a bit of embarrassment on his expressionless face, and stared blankly at the piece of fabric in his hand.

Jing Zhu quickly recovered from his astonishment, looked at his forearm exposed in the dim evening wind, and then at the half sleeve in Ming Xuanyu's hand, and laughed out loud.

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"It turns out that Lord Xiang is interested in cutting off his sleeves."

After finishing speaking, Jing Zhu smiled and twirled half of the sleeve lightly.

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Another expressionless iceberg face, but Ming Xuanyu didn't feel angry because of it, but was moved by Jingzhu's wit, using humor to resolve embarrassment.However, there is a sense of nervousness about being told a secret by accident.

"Then I am today, let's treat it as a dream in a garden."

Jing Zhu smiled heartily, and swallowed the last two remaining grapes together.

Fortunately, a visit to the palace is considered a beautiful thing.Jing Zhu knew very well in his heart that this was a place that did not belong to him, and he had no choice but to return after lingering on it.

For Ming Xuanyu, if Jing Zhu wanted to stay, his huge Prince Xiang's Mansion would not be short of a guest official, let alone a funny person who could relieve boredom.If he doesn't want to stay, that's his freedom, he can only tell Prince Xiang's mansion that he is welcome at any time.

After bidding farewell to Prince Xiang's mansion, Jing Zhu returned to the broken thatched hut on the outskirts of the city.Thinking that tomorrow the Drunken Immortal Pavilion will send people to send many altar drunken spring branches, he can't help humming a little song happily, planning to tidy up the simple little side room next to the kitchen and put wine tomorrow.

Maybe God was too happy to see Jingzhu and wanted to cheer him up, so it started to rain that night.At first, the light rain pattered and the rain hit the plantains, which was quite artistic.Jing Zhu leaned against the window, substituting water for wine, sipping a trace of hypocritical sorrow that did not exist, racking his brains to prepare a poem.

Gradually, the rain became heavier.The gust of wind and rain hit the window lattice drop by drop.Jing Zhu didn't think about how to put on an elegant appearance to write poems, and quickly closed the window, quickly slipped to the kitchen and took out several washbasins, and placed them on the ground where the water leaked from the roof, so that the seeping raindrops would fall on the basins. Here, the movements are so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

At night, the cold wind blows through the hall, and the rain is dredging and the wind is sudden.Jing Zhu huddled on the small creaking bed, wrapped tightly the quilt that had been mended many times and was not warm, and tightly grasped the mattress under her body that had been washed until it turned white.The upper and lower teeth seemed to be fighting irresistibly, and the whole person was breathing tightly.

Turning over to get up, Jing Zhu went to the wooden cabinet next to the bed, opened the cabinet door and took out a copper soup pot that was already covered with dust, wiped the dust, went to the kitchen to boil some boiling water, poured it in, and went back to the kitchen with it in his hands. bed.

This is his last stubbornness as a man.This old Mrs. Tang was given to Jing Zhu by Dou Zi's grandma in the first winter when he first came here.He didn't plan to use it at first, but he always felt that a big man, why would he hold a soup lady to keep warm?

But when the temperature of the hot water came from the palm of his hand, the teeth stopped fighting, and the breathing was not tight, even though the cold wind was still blowing through the gaps between the window lattices, Jing Zhu couldn't help saying with emotion, it's really fragrant.

In this kind of weather at night, the big bed in Prince Xiang's Mansion should be very comfortable, right?Warm and warm, like a beautiful woman's arms.

Although Jing Zhu didn't know why he suddenly thought of that place, but there was nothing wrong with falling asleep with beautiful fantasies.Therefore, Jing Zhu really had a dream, but the dream was too sweet and realistic.

In the dream, I was also on this bed, and it was a familiar scene from the past.I don't know when the consciousness started, but I picked up Ming Xuanyu on that day and cooked white porridge for him.

Just on this creaky little broken bed, I wanted to feed him porridge, but the prince didn't cooperate at all, he didn't move, just refused to swallow, Jing Zhu, who was not good at taking care of others, suddenly became irritable When he got up, he managed to hold back his emotions, but another sneeze sneezed, spraying Ming Xuanyu's pretty face that was charming but not alluring, making his face pale.

Only this time, there is no white porridge, and the white turbidity on the face is another scene.

In the dream, red candles are flickering in the house, and the humble hut has an ambiguous atmosphere.Ming Xuanyu's clothes were half unbuttoned, her fragrant shoulders were half exposed, and she was leaning against the bed in a charming manner, smiling lightly with downcast eyes.The peach-like lips only curved slightly, but it was extremely seductive.

Especially those eyes, which are lively and charming, like crescent moons, like new hooks.The sober and restrained Sandalwood is hidden, but there is another kind of charm between his frowns and smiles.It is the desire to break through the limits, the impulse to embrace beauty, and the instinct to see it quickly.

For some reason, looking at the scene in front of him, Jing Zhu couldn't help himself, and couldn't help but stepped forward to embrace the extraordinarily attractive Ming Xuanyu, and nibbled on his delicate neck like white porcelain. , pressing the beauty on the bed, under her body.

Being sensitively stimulated by the body, Ming Xuanyu's panting could not help coming from his throat.This sound seemed to be the signal to start the prelude to joy, and Jing Zhu frantically tore open Ming Xuanyu's brocade clothes whose neckline had already slid down to his forearms, and walked around this delicately carved body, kissing and gnawing on it. , not forgetting to reach out and play with the sensitive desire between his legs.

The tip of her tongue flicked and licked along her neck, and Jing Zhu kissed those delicate and alluring lips unceremoniously.Lips and teeth intertwined, and even the Lianlian panting of the servant was swallowed.The warm body temperature passed between the two entangled, and suddenly separated, Jing Zhu turned over the beauty under him, and Ming Xuanyu also cooperated very well, hooked Jing Zhu's shoulder, licked his lips and smiled, and knelt on the edge of the bed with his back .

The bean light of the red candle wick in the house flickered excitedly, swaying and swaying, casting the afterimage of the fire on the window lattice.The window reflected the moonlight, reflected the candlelight, and reflected the double shadow of happiness.

Like sailing a boat at night, walking on a pole.Ups and downs, fish and water are happy together.

Feeling the joy of indulgence and lust, Jing Zhu bullied the people under him even more ruthlessly, every time he went in and out, they were all greedy, wanting to go to the top of the cloud and rain together.Ming Xuanyu didn't suppress his interest either, he gasped and advanced and retreated with his body ups and downs, grabbed Jing Zhu's finger on his shoulder, stuffed it into his mouth and hesitantly.

Surrounded by the soft lips and tongue, Jing Zhu was excited again in an instant, a sense of pleasure welled up spontaneously, and he couldn't help but increase the strength under his body.

Just when Jing Zhu felt hot all over, and the pleasure climbed up his spine, suddenly there was a loud click... the bed fell, and he woke up from a dream.