Disarming Allure

Linglong stood at the arch of the gate of the courtyard, watching the two of them walking hand in hand under the moonlight, white plum blossoms were planted on both sides of the road, clusters like unmelted first snow, as if there were petals lingering in the moonlight The fluttering in the middle, against the tall and fortitude, and the handsome and elegant back, it is a surprisingly good match, indeed a pair of Bi people...

Huangfu was full of eagerness to try and the excitement of probing, and walked again, raising his eyebrows and glanced at Ling's face indistinctly. Ling's expression seemed to have never changed, it was always indifferent, and there was no sign of nervousness, guilty conscience, or anything. disgust.Huangfu felt a faint displeasure in his heart, as if a child found a fun toy to show off, but the adults skipped it intentionally or unintentionally.

But then he was distracted by the delicate touch of his hand, and secretly felt strange... This man is a man no matter what, and his age is also earlier than that of a young man, but one hand is as slippery as silk Generally... There is also a strange sense of incongruity, the coolness in these hands is so cold that no one seems to have a temperature...

There was an inexplicable twitch in my heart, and as soon as the thought of probing softened, I clenched Ling's hand tightly.

The two who were holding hands started to talk all the way, Ling didn't like to talk, even Huangfu, who had been noisy all the time, fell silent, flirting. Playing. Playing. The touch in the hands is the most real. He holds the hand of the beauty. Been through countless, never a pair like this icy.

That silence seemed a little embarrassing, he couldn't help but look sideways to find something to talk about, but he saw that clear and cold face, now covered with a layer of silver light from the moon, looked paler and paler, as if it could be vaguely peeped under the skin The blue-gray veins... reminded him that this person's temperament is like snow, not as hard as ice. It always feels like it will melt when touched, but it is so cold and pure, and there is no tolerance for it. tarnish...

When they came to the courtyard, the servants had already packed out a table of side dishes, and the scent of plum blossoms was lingering with the clear aroma of wine... Ling's eyelashes finally moved, and her lips twitched unconsciously: "Pear blossoms are white...?"

Huangfu saw that the corner of his mouth was pulled up, breaking the ice seal on that face, bringing the warm colors of spring, for some reason, he was still thinking about something, and when his thoughts stopped, the first thing that jumped out of his heart The idea was that he likes pear blossoms!It seems that it was right to find this jug of wine!

She dragged him to the table, helped him to sit down, and happily said: "This is a good wine that I finally snatched from my stingy brother. I ordered someone to open it tonight. It is my apology for abruptly forcing you to keep you."

Said it was an apology, but the tone seemed to be showing off... Ling felt a little surprised for a moment, Huangfu would be so happy because of his inadvertent expression, like a child who has been praised by others, and he didn't know whether to laugh at him for being naive, or It's time to ridicule him for not having the majesty of the God of War...but in private, he feels a little relieved for the other party's undisguised feelings, and the previous displeasure has also subsided a little.

Huangfu personally filled a glass for Ling, and the warmed wine embellished the high-quality white porcelain wine glass, and the aroma of the wine overflowed for a while, taking the wine glass from Huangfu, Ling only took a sip, and immediately the fragrance lingered on her lips and teeth, the wine was warm and moist The aroma is brewing in the mouth, and even the mood is also comfortable.

"Good wine..." He couldn't help admiring in a low voice.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Ling is also a person who loves wine." Huangfu toasted and sat opposite him, but the address changed from frivolous "beauty" to a lot more formal.

Ling really loves wine. Although he doesn't drink very well, he has a lot of research on wine tasting. He hasn't touched wine for nearly three months. At this time, the thing he loves is right in front of him, so he can't help but drink a few more sips , how could he still pay attention to Huangfu's address.

"By the way, can you tell me the name of the piece you played today?" Huangfu saw that he was focused on drinking, so he had to find something else to divert his attention.

Only then did Ling come back to her senses, the happy expression on her face just now froze for a moment, then faded away: "It's just a clumsy work that came up on the spur of the moment, and it hasn't been named... Is the general interested in qin music?"

"I also learned a little bit when I was a child..." He moved his chin, "I just think that most of the songs played at this banquet are flashy, Yiyi Yaya is just for fun, but today's song, why does it have a somewhat tragic feeling Woolen cloth……?"

"Tragedy...?" There seemed to be a flash of surprise in his eyes... The original beat has been changed a lot, and all the sad parts have been deleted to suit the situation. He also controlled the performance and did not let his emotions show. But why is this person still able to hear...?

Huangfu continued to immerse himself in the memory of that song: "I don't know why... I just have that feeling in my heart... It's like seeing a battlefield with my own eyes... Ling, have you ever been on a battlefield?" One sentence.

"The general was joking." He replied in twos and twos.

Huangfu looked at him with a straight expression, but his face seemed to be covered with a mask, and there was no emotion that ordinary people would have at all, and he couldn't see the slightest flaw.

He smiled helplessly: "Oh, yes, I think too much... Come on, there is no need to talk nonsense, you and I can be regarded as bosom friends in wine, and we don't talk about those boring things tonight. Huan, since Ling Shanglian has stayed, it is natural to drink enough..."

While talking, he filled Ling's wine glass...

The general of Zhen Guo refills the wine for Young Master Ling himself, and then hands it to him, he still doesn't forget to rub his finger to eat some tofu intentionally or unintentionally.

Mr. Ling knew that this person was unrestrained, but he didn't think too much about it.

In fact, the reason is still in Huangfu's speech, Ling hardly spoke, only Huangfu was eloquent, he dabbled in a wide range of things, from the rhythm to calligraphy and painting, and also talked about the customs of various countries, even astronomy and geography, Ling In the end, I was also talked about with interest, and I responded with a few words from time to time. In the end, both of them seemed to hate seeing each other. The two people who had their own thoughts, had long forgotten the purpose of going around. The sky is gone.

As soon as the words were speculative, time naturally passed quickly, and soon the moon slanted westward, and the two of them drank one cup after another. Although Huangfu had a good capacity for drinking, drinking in this small cup was easier to get drunk than drinking in a large bowl in the frontier. I also got a little drunk for a while.Looking at Ling in a blink of an eye, he was surprised to find that Mr. Ling had already drunk unconsciously, leaning softly against the table, both sides of his cheeks were stained with a charming water color.

Huangfu called a few times, Ling only responded vaguely, and looked at him with slightly squinted eyes, as if he couldn't recognize who he was, and the cold feeling before had melted away a lot, like a tired Nesting at the table like a cat...

Huangfu walked over to him and hugged him. Surprisingly, Ling didn't resist at all, instead, following the warmth of her body, she gently pressed her whole body against him.

There was a flash of joy in his heart, he never thought that this person looked cold and aloof, but he looked like this when he was drunk...

Huangfu beauty was in his arms, but that beauty dishonestly rubbed back and forth on his chest, his heart skipped a beat. Although there was something suspicious about this person, but in the face of delicious food, it is not Huangfu's style not to eat, He naturally carried him to the bedroom...

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