The Prequel of Baolian Lantern Konghouyin

Nezha lingered on his way to get up, covered his yawns with Cun Xin, took the box from the shelf, and came to apply medicine for Yang Jian.In fact, because Yang Jian wanted to show weakness that day, he only spent three points of his skills against the enemy in Beiju Luzhou. It is true that he was burned by the mouth of the Peng Demon King, but he never hurt his true essence.He casually picked up the wine bottle that Nezha left behind, and as soon as he put it on his nose, Cun Xin snatched it from behind, angrily said: "Don't die, right?"

Yang Jian smiled: "I just smelled it, but I didn't really drink it..." Cun Xin put the bottle heavily on the table, her tone was already angry: "Yes, yes, I just smelled it, but I didn't really drink it. .In Luzhou, Beiju, I just played, but didn't really fight. As for the Heavenly King's Mansion, I just sighed a little, and I wasn't really drunk!" After saying that, he turned and left.

Yang Jian hurriedly got up from the chair, Cun Xin's eyes flashed, and before he could see his shadow clearly, Yang Jian grabbed his wrist and refused to let go no matter how much he shook.Cun Xin said angrily: "Yang Jian, if you don't want this body anymore, then the God Axe is still in Kunlun, so you can teach someone to hack you again!"

"Inch Heart..."

"Let go!" Cun Xin was so angry that his chest heaved unsteadily, "It's because I'm too busy to take care of you. Your Majesty Zhenjun's profound skills are amazing, and he has a lot of servants around to serve him. Come and drink!"

"Cunxin!" Yang Jian knew that if she was allowed to continue like this, he didn't know how many old millet and rotten sesame seeds would be mentioned, so he frowned, and coughed straight away as if the old illness was unbearable.Cun Xin was frightened by him, she really thought that his old injury had relapsed, so she hurriedly beat her back and handed him another bowl of tea, Yang Jian barely stopped.

Xiansheng Zhenjun held the tea bowl in his hand, and looked at the dragon girl in front of him apologetically.In the scene just now, if they were filling their mouths before the change, there would have been another big quarrel, and then one of them threw the cup and bowl, and the other left in a huff.Yang Jia Erlang had never lost his temper so much to others in his life.He is a pet to the third sister, obedient to the master, and affectionate to the brothers, but only to Cun Xin, he forgets all about gentleness, courtesy and frugality, leaving only the most irritable self.

After the divorce, Yang Jian originally thought that Guankou's thousand-year marriage was the memory he most wanted to erase in his life, but he always thought of Cun Xin involuntarily when he dreamed back at midnight.Once in Yaochi, he was blocked by the queen mother and had nothing to say. The one thing Yang Jian wanted to do the most when he came back to the temple was to go back to Yang's mansion and have a quarrel with Cun Xin.

But Cun Xin is no longer in the Yang Mansion, and the former bedroom has long been converted into a secret room, and no one can enter except Yang Jian himself.He sat blankly in front of the kang table, and suddenly reached out his hand to knock down the lampstand, just wanting to hear the sound of the fish and goose copper lamp falling to the ground - I don't know when, it has become a luxury to be able to vent.Zhenjun Erlang, who is omnipotent in front of all living beings in the three realms, finally realized that in the nine heavens and ten earths, Huang Quan and Bi Luo, he was the only one who could bear his most real emotions.

"Cun Xin," Yang Jian put the tea bowl on the table, and finally opened his mouth, "I've been working hard for you these days." Cun Xin turned her back to him, feeling regretful in her heart.Yang Jian was wounded, as if he had to deal with official documents all night long, finally Nezha came today and laughed with him, why did he go crazy, and Yang Jian filled him up again, causing him to choke and cough.

It's not that the three princesses of Xihai don't know how to read words and expressions.She was born as a dragon girl and grew up in the deep palace. Her father and brothers do their best to pamper her on weekdays. Although the servants speak respectfully, they have to think a little more and read a little more before they can be believed.When listening to the heart, he often said, if you make such a fuss, one day Yang Jian will be tired.But Cun Xin just wanted to know how many moves Yang Jian could make her in the arena between the two of them, and how much room he could make room for her.

At that time, Cun Xin was so dependent on Yang Jian. She hoped that what Yang Jian would see was her unpretentious self. Even if this self was not good enough or perfect, she still hoped that Yang Jian would fall in love with such a real Cun Xin instead of being cautious and lowering her eyebrows. A pleasing dragon girl.But on that August [-]th, Yang Jian accepted Yaochi's order without hesitation, and Cun Xin realized that no matter how hard she loves, she may not be immortal.

Cun Xin suddenly remembered a certain year, when she was bored in the West Sea, she sneaked ashore and sneaked into the Daming Palace. Just in time for the Jiaofang rehearsal, the female dancer flicked her sleeves and moved her lotus steps lightly, singing mournfully:

"...In an instant, all the emotions are exhausted, and the clothes are wet with tears at the bitterness. I only know that the iron marriage is forged in a lifetime, but who knows the number of lives will be clear in an instant. I think I used to act like a baby back then. , even if I don’t believe in the past. This is also a lesson from God. He told me to put away remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, and reform myself, change my love, stop falling in love with passing water, turn around from bitter seas, and realize the cause of orchid early... "(Note 1)

Cun Xin had never heard such words and phrases, and for a moment, his heart was like thunder and lightning, and all his internal organs were burned, and he fell down and sat under the stage, crying bitterly.

Yang Jian saw that Cun Xin's shoulders were slightly undulating, and when he hurriedly turned her body to look at her, the dragon girl's eyes were reddish, and tears were pouring out, but she covered her lips with her hands, and she was only willing to cry. As soon as the arms were retracted, she was already caged in his arms.

Cun Xin raised his hand to push, but he was strong and strong, motionless like a stone wall, Yang Jian's clothes were thin, and with a little force in Cun Xin's palm, he could feel the scar on his chest. He stopped crying and asked, "Is this the god?" left by the ax?"

When Yang Jian asked, he had to force a smile, which was a tacit consent.Cun Xin's complexion changed, she stretched out her hand to push aside his neckline, and the moment her fingertips touched the skin on Yang Jian's neck, she stopped abruptly, her trembling palm hesitated for a moment, then clenched into a fist and hung down.

Yang Jian sighed, took off his outer shirt, and slowly took off his middle shirt, revealing his upper body covered with scars.Cun Xin took a deep breath and tried her best to stop the exclamation she was about to utter. It was as if someone had stabbed her heart severely. The pain spread along her ribs so fast that she had to bite her lips tightly to stop her trembling. .

Yang Jian's originally smooth chest is now covered with tiny knife marks.Starting from the collarbone of his left shoulder, there was a scar about a foot long. Although it had been closed, the long and narrow bulge snaked down and extended until it climbed up his strong abdominal muscles, which looked particularly ferocious on the white skin.Cun Xin's cold fingers gently pressed against the scar, and slowly traced along the trend. The delicate and smooth touch suddenly made Yang Jian tremble.

The tip of Cun Xin's small nose is close at hand, and her warm breath gently sweeps over Yang Jian's chest, reminding him of countless quiet nights in Guankou, where the dragon girl is also quietly leaning against his chest, her exquisite appearance There was still thin sweat on her delicate body, and with the coolness of the evening wind, she clung to every inch of Yang Jian's skin.In the blink of an eye, more than a thousand years have passed.

Cun Xin only felt that Yang Jian's arm was circling over, and with a light support, she placed herself on the table, her gentle eyes looked at her level, and her body had already squeezed into her lap quietly without knowing when.Such closeness made Cun Xin feel cramped, before she opened her mouth, she only saw Yang Jian's lips close to her, but instead of kissing her, they landed on Cun Xin's untouched earlobe.Yang Jian's fine white teeth gnawed on Cun Xin's earballs lightly, his breath was terribly hot, and his eager panting rushed into Cun Xin's ears, itching her to hide, but she couldn't get rid of the man holding her behind her head. big hand.

"Erlang..." Cun Xin turned her head slightly to avoid Yang Jian, but she heard the man chuckle next to her ear, her wet lips nibbled kisses from behind the ear to the neck, and then to the collarbone.Cun Xin's front buttons were unbuttoned at some point, and the coolness of her naked skirt made her tremble slightly. She tried to catch something in a panic, but knocked off a stack of files, which spread out messily on the floor, like a dragon The girl is in a mess of emotions at the moment.

The author has something to say: Note 1: This passage is from the Peking opera "Suolin Nang", which is very beautiful. I especially want to mention it to show my pride as a drama fan.