Sui Jiu Dan blue half-pin

Surrounded by extreme sorrow and pain, Su Shiqing cried and trembled.

The uneasiness accumulated in his heart in the past was tearing at his heart at will, and the desire for love and happiness seemed to be twisted into a red-hot iron, scalding his internal organs fiercely.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally stopped crying, wiped off the tears on his face, and completely calmed down.

Looking down at the darkness under his feet, he walked out of the corner and stepped into the light with his feet.

No matter what, he still has Jie Ao, as long as Jie Ao doesn't give up, he can't give up lightly.

Su Shiqing gently pushed open the door of the study like a normal person.

Jie Ao was sitting under the window, staring blankly at the moon covered by dark clouds in the sky.

The back looks lonely and helpless. Although there are no tears, but the scarred heart seems to be bleeding.

"You came."

Jie Ao's voice was extremely gentle.

Su Shiqing smiled at him, walked over to wrap his arms around his waist from behind, and said softly: "I miss you so much!"

I really want to, really want to...

Jie Ao leaned his head on his shoulder, rubbed his ears with him nostalgicly, and because he smelled the alcohol from him, he asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Su Shiqing nodded and explained honestly.

"I went to Lefang with Gu Chuanfeng to drink some wine."

Jie Ao sighed softly, turned around and pulled him into his arms to hold him.

"Really? What question did he give you?"

"Jincheng."

"Jincheng?"

"Yes, so you have to take me to the watchtower tomorrow morning to get familiar with the whole picture of Jincheng."

Jie Ao looked at him, unsure: "Can you write down the whole picture of Jincheng before noon tomorrow?"

Su Shiqing said with a wry smile: "I can only do my best."

"Well, then I will accompany you tomorrow morning."

"it is good."

Speaking of which, Su Shiqing placed a deep kiss on Jie Ao's lips, and then untied the lace on his clothes with his fingers, revealing a bronze-colored strong chest, and the outline of the muscles glowed with golden luster under the candlelight.

He couldn't help but let out an admiration.

Jie Ao's black eyes seemed to hide an abyss of dark currents, he quietly stared at Su Shiqing's actions, but did not move.

Su Shiqing lowered her head***

But Jie Ao is still patient, wanting to see what he will do.

Seeing that Jie Ao was unmoved, Su Shiqing simply turned around and blew out the lamp.

Everything is swallowed by darkness, only the fire of desire is quietly burning and releasing.

He put his hands around Jie Ao's neck, everything about Jie Ao attracted him like fine wine, as if he was really drunk.

Gradually, he let go of his reserve***

But even so, under his constant temptation, Jie Ao remained motionless like a stone sculpture, his eyes were dark, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Su Shiqing panicked, could it be that Jie Ao wanted to give up?So I asked in fear.

"Jieao...?"

Jie Ao finally lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "You... want me?"

Hearing these words, Su Shiqing's face turned red from ears to neck.

He closed his eyes in shame, and whispered, "Yes."

As soon as the words fell, Jie Ao made a call, and he swept away everything on the table.

*** (omitted here... imagine yourself)

Jie Ao leaned over and leaned towards him, staring at him with dark eyes.Su Shiqing turned her head and bit her finger.

"Don't bite yourself, make a sound, I want to hear your voice."

"no……"

*** (omitted here... imagine yourself)

Sweat rolled silently from each other's bodies, and then merged into one place.For a long time, the two were immersed in the dizziness brought about by such a deep union, and then in the extreme pleasure aroused by each other, their souls were intertwined, as if neither of them wanted to separate, and rushed to the peak.

They were panting exhaustedly, hugging each other wetly in a drowsy state. ***

On the black curtain of the sky, there are countless stars dotted, and they seem to keep twinkling because of shyness.That layer of faint clouds added a bit of intoxicating mist to the bright night sky.

Early the next morning.

Jie Ao took Su Shiqing to the highest watchtower, where he could have a panoramic view of the entire bustling Jincheng.

The majestic imperial palace, streets lined with shops, row upon row of buildings, verdant and yellowed trees, and surging crowds are all surrounded in front of and behind them.

Jie Ao pointed to wherever he could see and began to introduce.

"Starting from Dongjiaolou, go north to Gaojie Street, and then go straight to Donghuamen Street, Chenhuimen, and Jiacheng Fangdao. To the east is Panlou Street, where most of the stores are pearls, silks, and fragrances. Nantong Wine Alley, most of them are places where gold, silver, color and silk are traded, with majestic houses and large facades. To the west are shops that buy and sell clothes, calligraphy, paintings, rare rhinoceros and jade..."

Su Shiqing stared at Jie Ao's face infatuatedly. When he told about the prosperity of Jincheng, his eyes seemed to be filled with light.

They stayed on the watchtower for a long time, and they had no choice but to stop until Risheng shouldered it.

Su Shiqing sighed and said: "Qiaomen painted halberds, descending to Wanjing, and golden and green towers leaning against each other. In this world, the person who knows Jincheng best is probably only you."

Jie Ao smiled: "The prosperity of Jincheng has indeed been engraved in my mind."

Su Shiqing also laughed, as if blooming on his lips, he couldn't help reaching out to touch that handsome face that made his heart flutter every time.

Jie Aofan held his palm and said softly: "The time is almost up, let's go to the painting academy."

Su Shiqing nodded solemnly.

The outside of the Academy of Painting was already crowded with people, and there were even more people watching this time than yesterday.Everyone wanted to see the demeanor of the two most famous painters in Jincheng.

One is an envoy from the Kingdom of Ying, whose gorgeous painting style is loved by the world, that is, Gu Chuanfeng, who is known as "the noble son of the painting world who fascinates all living beings".

And the other is a talented young man with the same peach blossom appearance. His painting style is changeable and delicate, full of innovative ideas, and he is good at genre painting.

This unprecedented duel naturally attracted the attention of all the people, not only the common people, everyone in the Academy of Painting, but also Yu Renjun were looking forward to it, even the queen and princess came here admiringly.

The two people standing in the painting hall faced each other and looked at each other.

Gu Chuanfeng's face looked radiant and full of confidence, and he looked at Su Shiqing with burning and powerful eyes; on the other hand, Su Shiqing's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were lowered, as if he had something on his mind.

Just when Han Xizi was about to announce the start of the competition.

Su Shiqing said suddenly: "Master Daizhao, please wait a moment."

Han Xizi asked, "What's the matter, Meisheng?"

Su Shiqing slowly raised her right hand wrapped in the blood-stained white cloth, her tone full of guilt.

"Lord Daizhao, Mr. Gu, I'm sorry, I accidentally hurt my hand this morning, I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in this competition."

As soon as this remark came out, the people who came to watch the fun couldn't help clamoring and discussing one after another.

Faced with this sudden accident, Han Xizi was a little surprised, and hurriedly asked, "How could this happen?"

Gu Chuanfeng also cast a questioning look at him, a pair of thick eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"Gu Jun, what's going on?"

Su Shiqing lowered her head, with a hint of regret in her voice.

"As you can see, my hand is no longer able to fight against you."

At this time, Wu Jun in the crowd said loudly: "Gu Meisheng! You probably lied about your hand being injured because you were afraid of the competition!"

"Yeah! He must be scared and wants to get cold feet!"

The spectators heard the words and began to whisper, as if Su Shiqing was really a coward.

Jie Ao looked at him worriedly, not understanding what happened to the injury.

Han Xizi yelled at Wu Jun and the others angrily, "Shut up!"

Wu Jun was a little timid, but he still didn't want to let go of the opportunity to slander Su Shiqing, and said, "Master Daizhao, if he really hurt his hand, don't you know if he has an inspection?"

"Yup!"

"Test it!"

……

Faced with fierce doubts, Han Xizi had no choice but to ask Su Shiqing to take apart the white cloth.

Su Shiqing had expected this scene a long time ago, and slowly opened the white cloth, a shocking wound spread from the palm to the tiger's mouth, and the bright red flesh and blood were displayed in front of everyone.

He wasn't lying, but the wound was made on purpose before the game, not by carelessness.

Seeing the wound, Jie Ao narrowed his gaze, and his expression became serious.

Su Shiqing must have been injured when she saluted Yu Renjun and the others, but why?Seeing that the wound was deep and flat, it must have been cut by a knife. Could it be that someone deliberately framed him?

Han Xizi sighed: "What should I do...?"

Seeing the commotion in the painting hall and the delay in the start of the competition, Yu Renjun sent someone over to ask why.

After a while, he convened the veterans of the Academy of Painting to re-discuss, and finally unanimously decided to replace Su Shiqing and Liu Shihao to participate in the competition for him.

But something unexpected happened again, Liu Shihao was nowhere to be found in the Academy of Painting, and no one knew where he was.

So the elders discussed whether to let Wang Peilin or other more qualified painters replace Su Shiqing to participate in the competition.

While waiting anxiously, an envoy began to say smugly: "Masters of the Academy of Painting, why did you discuss it for so long? Could it be that our painters in Ying Kingdom are too powerful, and you can't find anyone to fight? "

"If not, it's understandable. After all, our painter Gu is a rare genius who is rare in a thousand years. Ordinary people can't beat him at all, hahahaha!"

The other envoys also became happy, talking about whether Renguo has no outstanding painting talents, whether everyone is afraid of Gu Chuanfeng's talent... and so on.

What's more, they began to blame Su Shiqing again.

"This Gu Meisheng must have been scared, so he hurt himself."

"Who says it's not? It's a coward. It's shameful!"

"The Academy of Painting raised a bunch of trash, right? No one dared to fight."

……

Han Xizi angrily rushed to the painters, and asked loudly, "Among you, is there anyone who wants to replace Gu Meisheng?"

Hearing so many people slandering Su Shiqing and the Academy of Painting, many painters began to lose their temper. Some resented, some lamented, some were angry, and some even filled with righteous indignation were ready to recommend themselves to the elders.

Just as Wang Peilin took a step forward and was about to ask Han Xizi to let him play.

A black shadow in the crowd walked towards the center of the painting hall fiercely and resolutely like a blowing wind, and an incomparably loud and calm voice resounded throughout the painting hall.

"Let me get out of the station."

All eyes followed this inspiring voice, and turned to Jie Ao standing in the center of the painting hall. They were either shocked, surprised, puzzled, or excited... There were all kinds of eyes.

Only Su Shiqing showed a relaxed and relieved smile, and a line of tears flowed down the corner of her eyes slowly.

He finally did it.

Using the power of public opinion, he forced Jie Ao to take part in the competition instead of him.

This is not only his selfishness, but also the desire that Jie Ao buried in his heart, but Jie Ao himself never discovered it.