After Jiaoqibao and Long Aotian switched bodies

The moon is as bright as water.

Wen Gu sat on the steps covered with a red carpet, his straight long legs bent, his arms folded and pressed on his knees, and he looked up at the bright and clear moon in the sky.

Behind him stood a man in a black cloak, a servant under the High Priest, who was ordered to stay and look after Wen Gu.

"Are you really the friend Mozun met in Xuanyue Sect?"

The waiter couldn't help being curious.

Wen Gu turned his head and smiled, "I don't look like that?"

"Like." The servant replied without thinking, and then scratched his hair in embarrassment, "I can tell at a glance that you must be a Ming concubine."

In modern times, ghost Luohan and Yinhan have used the title "Ming Concubine". compliments.

Vermilion lanterns were hung on the terrace, and the bright light fell on Wen Gu's face, like a hazy rouge veil, giving it a breathtaking and gorgeous feeling.

The attendant couldn't help looking straight ahead, and murmured: "I wonder which soul boys are lucky enough to preside over the empowerment ceremony for Concubine Ming?"

Wen Gu asked in bewilderment: "Do you still have to sprinkle holy water on your head to be a Ming concubine?"

Seeing his innocence, the attendant explained: "That's not the case. The empowerment practice is a two-body method, and the four meridians and eight meridians of the practitioner are tapped. If you are lucky enough to be selected to practice with the concubine Ming, you can open your roots of wisdom. Enter into the blissful meditation."

"...Double...Double Cultivation?" Wen Gu's face turned pale with fright, and his words trembled.

The attendant nodded generously, with a very normal look, "Every Ming concubine has to go through an initiation ceremony for three days and three nights, and the soul boys who participate are all selected by the devil."

Wen Gu only felt that he had heard a horror story, and a chill ran down his spine. He stood up suddenly, and hurriedly walked down the steps. He really wanted to get away from the building and go to the spacious square to breathe.

Standing at the foot of the white jade stairs was a tall and solitary figure, the white moonlight was draped on the dark crane cloak, and the silver thread woven on the robe was rippling, the whole body was elegant and graceful, it seemed a little taller than the appearance in Wen Gu's memory, Eyebrows are also different.

Time shaved away the youthful aura on Yuan Jiuyuan's body, making his facial features deeper. If he used to be like a sharp dagger, now he is a blade with blood, and his nose and thin lips all reveal a dangerous aura.

The vermilion lanterns floated with the wind, and Yuan Jiuyuan's eyes had a deep color, like ashes after a burning fire. For a while, Wen couldn't tell the color of his eyes.

Wen Gu's heart was beating wildly, and the familiar yet unfamiliar man walked up the steps step by step. He blinked his eyes slowly to relieve his tension, and whispered softly, "Xiao Jiu, you have grown taller."

Yuan Jiuyuan stood in front of him, staring at him for a moment, "Wen Gu, it's really you."

Wen Gu breathed a sigh of relief, pinched the soft flesh on his cheek, "Here, it's like a fake."

Yuan Jiuyuan stretched out his hand towards him, "But waited for a long time?"

Wen Gu gently held his loose palm, but it was cold and stiff, and he clenched it even more distressed, "No, I just waited for you for a while."

Yuan Jiuyuan looked down at his warm hands, his tense body gradually relaxed, "Let's go back to the palace."

"Okay."

Wen Gu took the initiative to get close to him, and their arms were tightly pressed together.

With a light wave of Yuan Jiuyuan's palm, the golden and bright long sword stopped at the feet of the two of them. Wen Gu was about to raise his knees to climb up, when Yuan Jiuyuan was caught off guard and bent down, and the other arm crossed the crook of his calf and hugged him horizontally stand up.

Feeling weightless, Wen Gu was caught off guard, the tip of Wen Gu's nose hit Yunshi's chest, he subconsciously let go, and hooked Yuan Jiuyuan's neck with both hands.

His face was inexplicably hot.

The flying sword suddenly soared into the sky, the cool night wind blew on his face, and the whistling sound of hunting blew past the tips of Wen Gu's red ears. He closed his eyes, and his slender eyelashes fluttered like wings.

What he was facing at this moment was a mature man, not a half-baked boy.

The tall and majestic hall is brightly lit, and there is a bed of vermilion lacquer in the side hall, with layers of gorgeous curtains hanging on it, and beautiful jade necklaces hanging on both sides, and the pearls are shining under the candlelight.

When the man was logically pressed on the soft and comfortable bed, Wen Gu gently pushed Yuan Jiuyuan's shoulder with both hands, with little force, as if he wanted to refuse.

In the next second, Yuan Jiuyuan opened his knees and half-kneeled on top of him, sticking tightly against Wen Gu, grasping his wrist with all his hands, raised it high and pressed it on the head of the bed, cast some heresy spells casually, no matter what Wen Gu was No matter how hard you struggle, you can't escape this simple shackles.

Wen Gu hadn't come back to it yet, his clear and clean pupils looked at him shyly, Yuan Jiuyuan touched his thin and protruding wrist bones back and forth, suddenly squeezed hard, and whispered in his ear: "Wen Gu, you Caught by me."

"Well, it hurts."

Wen Gu wanted to withdraw his hand, only to realize that it was too late. His hands seemed to be pressed against the head of the bed by an invisible force. He was suddenly at a loss, and asked softly, "Xiao Jiu, what are you doing?"

Yuan Jiuyuan didn't seem to hear it, and sniffed deeply his slender and smooth neck. The warm breath made Wen Gu's sensitive body tense, and he didn't dare to move.

"You smell like powder." Yuan Jiuyuan said quietly.

Wen Gu believed it was true, his nose twitched a few times, "Is there?"

Yuan Jiuyuan raised his thin chin, and said casually: "Yes, I will help you wash away the unpleasant powdery smell."

"This...isn't it necessary?"

Wen Gu said timidly.

Yuan Jiuyuan moved closer to him inch by inch, his eyes were intertwined, and each other's breaths were deeply entangled. The ambiguous atmosphere made people blush, "What are you afraid of? I used to help you bathe every day, and I have seen all about your body."

This is different!

Wen Gu yelled in shame, but the current Yuan Jiuyuan made him inexplicably frightened, with an indescribably eerie sense of terror, so he had no choice but to stay silent, looking pitifully at Yuan Jiuyuan with his dark, wet eyes.

But the eye attack failed, Yuan Jiuyuan tore off his obstructive belts one by one, and asked in a casual tone: "I heard that you are in love with the Seventh Princess of the East China Sea, there must be a beautiful woman by your side, leaning on the jade and snuggling with incense, you are very happy Is it happy?"

Wen Gu was stunned for a moment, and explained softly: "We met for a day, and I asked her to bring me to the Nineteenth City, and she asked me to help her play the role of lover, there is no such thing as cuddling with jade!"

"Oh?" Yuan Jiuyuan's melodious ending voice slightly raised, one hand was still loosening the belt, and the other hand touched the corner of his red eyes, "Is what you said true?"

Wen Gu nodded, and said firmly, "It's absolutely true."

"Ding--"

There was a crisp sound of metal landing, and a silver hairpin with a pear flower hairpin fell out of his loose chest, and rolled onto Yuan Jiuyuan's half-kneeling knee impartially.

Wen Gu's breathing was stagnant, and his pitch-black eyes trembled.

Yuan Jiuyuan reached out to pick it up, lowered his deep eyes, the arcs at the end of the eyes were as cold as knives, and read slowly: "Meeting you for the first time is like returning to an old friend. The sky is bright and the moon is new, and the morning and evening——"

"Xiao Jiu, A Yu gave it to me, but it's not what you think." Wen Gu leaned back against the bedpost with great effort, and explained in a soft voice.

"The most love..."

Yuan Jiuyuan raised his eyes, instead of the violent storm that Wen Gu had expected, he smiled, "Ayu? I'm calling my boudoir name."

It's getting darker.

Wen Gu was very afraid of his appearance, and he didn't dare to explain any more, "You find a place where I can't see it and put it away properly, so I don't care about it, is that okay?"

"Why does such an elegant hairpin not see the light of day?" Yuan Jiuyuan turned the hairpin in his hand, and the snow-white pear blossom reflected a lustrous luster.

Wen Gu leaned over and wanted to kiss him, trying to make him stop being angry.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Jiuyuan was very cold. He looked at him motionless, and said calmly, "Want me to kiss you? First wash off the smell of powder on your body."

After finishing speaking, he tapped Wen Gu's wrist with his finger, and hugged him horizontally, this time he was unambiguous at all. He firmly supported his lower back with his hands, and hugged the thin and thin Wen Gu tightly in his arms.

Wen Gu's body is soft and soft, lighter than he imagined, very suitable for being hugged and loved by a man.

Pushing open the gate of the apse, the lush greenery rushes towards your face, as if you are in a deep mountain valley. This is a secret place connected to Yuan Jiuyuan after he learned the teleportation circle. The stream among the lush forests and bamboos is clear and beautiful. Sparkling, the clouds and mist in the mountain stream under the moonlight are like a fairyland.

Wen Gu's body of practice, not afraid of the cold and heat, was forced to sit on a rock in a small stream, submerged in the cold water below his knees, his open clothes revealed a section of his white chest, and delicate crystals of condensation formed on his neck. Small drops of water.

Although it is a secret place in the deep mountains and old forests, it is empty in the middle of the night, but after all, it is outdoors. Wen Gu is so ashamed that he can't open his eyes, his beautiful face is flushed, and his two moist lips are tightly pressed. This picture of spring tide The appearance of flooding makes people feel distracted.

Yuan Jiuyuan stood behind him, untied his loose hair band with one hand, raised his hand gently, and a stream of clear water flew up from the stream, drawing a curved and transparent arch bridge on both sides of Wen Gu's body, and the top of his head turned into a warm water. The water fell on Wen Gu's body without rush or slowness.

Wen Gu folded his hands on his lower abdomen, sat obediently, and let Yuan Jiuyuan play with him at will.

Yuan Jiuyuan's clean fingers ran through the wet hair, carefully combing his soft hair strand by strand, "Wen Gu, are you living a happy life?"

Wen Gu didn't dare to move, and said flatly, "I've only been here for three months. I didn't expect it to be three years here. There is no prosperity. I miss you every day."

Yuan Jiuyuan's hands paused, and he straightened his hair in silence. His movements were slow and orderly, as if he was enjoying this quiet moment, until Wen Gu couldn't sit still and twisted restlessly.

"patience."

He curled his hands and snapped his fingers. Wen Gu's drenched hair was dried in an instant. He combed the dry hair with his hands, gathered it on the top of his head, and tied it into a simple bun.

Wen Gu let out a long breath in his heart, and it was finally over.

The scalp was poked lightly by something cold and sharp, but before he could understand, Yuan Jiuyuan pressed his neck, forcing him to look down at the reflection in the stream, raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "This hairpin is very beautiful , it looks better on your head."

Under the moonlight, the reflection on the clear blue water surface was clear, and Wen Gu was forced to stare at his flamboyant appearance in the water.

After a few seconds, Yuan Jiuyuan heard a "tick" in the silence of the world, and it sounded like a tense moment in his heart. He lifted Wen Gu's chin, and wet tears flowed down his chin to his wrist. There is an illusion of boiling hot.

Wen Gu stared at him without blinking, clear tears flowed down the crimson eye sockets, making the round eyes darker and brighter.

Yuan Jiuyuan's heart was as soft as cotton, and he couldn't help but lift his chin, leaned over to lick and kiss the tears on his face, Wen Gu turned his head to avoid it, and was forced to turn his face away, pecking at the tears on his face without doubt .

Wen Gu's shoulders trembled uncontrollably, his voice clinging to a strong cry, "You didn't miss me at all, so you bullied me."

"Who said that?"

Being bullied too hard, just after kissing, tears fell again, Yuan Jiuyuan held his face, and gently wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, "I miss you."

Wen Gu profoundly demonstrated what it means to call a scar and forget the pain, and sniffled and asked, "How much do you want?"

Yuan Jiuyuan lowered his eyes and smiled, and said casually: "At first, I missed your soft lips, your seductive smell, your soft body, and your naked posture—"

"Afterwards, I miss the way you speak softly, the puffed cheeks when you are angry, your delicate handwriting, and the pious and focused eyes when you look at me."