Chapter 3313

Dyed white slightly narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to block her eyes. She just felt that the boy wanted too much, like a demon.

The red belt tied around the waist was untied loosely. The beautiful young waist line and the radian sexy Adam's apple rolled slightly. The young white fingers gently opened the girl's collar and pushed away the yellow dress slowly.

The clothes slipped on the shoulder, exposing the white skin.

Jin Yao said hoarsely in the princess's ear, and the light fragrance was sprayed on the girl's ear, "Your Highness." he kissed the princess, closed his eyes, covered his dark and morbid eyes, "let you on."

Ranbai stares at the boy's gorgeous and delicate face and bites his Adam's apple. When she notices that the boy's body is obviously weak, she presses Jinyao's wrist against the man.

The young general was obedient and did not resist. He allowed the princess to do whatever she wanted. His red clothes were messy. His dark and deep eyes were broken and full of lust. It seemed that there was a flicker of fire. Even his eyes and tail were red. His bright red and beautiful thin lips opened gently several times, spitting out cold and restrained breathing, and gradually became messy and sexy.

A drop of crystal clear sweat slipped quietly along the beautiful forehead of the young man under him. A lantern in his eyes was hazy and slightly red. One hand was pressed by the princess. Jinyao slightly raised his eyes, bewitched by the arc of his neck line, smiled and kissed the girl's lip corner. A cold and elegant whisper lingered between his lips and teeth, slightly blurred: "I said I would please your highness."

In front of the hall, lovers laugh, who pity their sweetheart.

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In April of the next year, the pear blossoms were in full bloom, setting off the lines of the young white clothes and pear blossoms. Only the son of Zhilan Yushu.

Princess Xizhao's house has been vacant. It is cleaned every day. It is as clean as before.

When I entered the Princess House, it was just like that.

In the courtyard,

In those years, the carefully planted pear trees have opened, and the white pear flowers are in full bloom. It's a good season of fleeting flower rain.

"I remember the princess's house didn't plant pear flowers before." the young man whispered softly, "Your Highness planted them for Jinyao?"

The princess replied quietly, "otherwise."

Jinyao smiled coldly and kissed the princess's lip flap.

Lips and teeth entangled, breathing slightly, I don't know who's heartbeat.

The slender boy put the girl under the pear tree in the courtyard, covered the girl's lips with thin lips, and the bridge of his nose was staggered.

April is the pear blossom season. The pear blossom tree is in full bloom until now. As soon as the wind blows, the white pear petals rustle down and flutter on the two people who kiss under the tree.

Jinyao's lips and teeth were slightly open, and his snow-white teeth gently bit a pear flower petal. The color of the snowflake set off the boy's faint, cold and beautiful thin lips because he had just kissed. With such an ambiguous and frivolous action, the childe's eyebrows and eyes were bright and snow, and his temperament was noble, so he covered them again.

Ranbai gently squints her colorful eyes. You can hear the little wheezing of the teenager because of his unstable breathing. The clear tone is what ranbai wants to hear.

From the first meeting, I wanted to hear the wheezing of teenagers.

Because it must sound good.

There was a thin petal between their lips and teeth. The white color rolled on their lips. They were crushed by Jinyao's fierce possessive desire, but also extremely gentle and pious. They bit the princess's lip line carefully.

The pear blossom tree and the petals of the pear blossom are mixed with the clean pear blossom fragrance of the young man, which is close at hand and haunts the whole body. It smells good and bewitching.

The young man's long eyelashes were filled with mist, and gently dropped the thin and gentle shadow. There was a broken light in his eyes, a tear mole in the corner of his eyes, and a slight wheezing on the bridge of his nose. Occasionally, he could hear a sound or two, which matched with the cold appearance, and was particularly sexy.

A piece of pear blossoms quietly fell on the young man's shoulder, lined with the cold and beautiful shoulder line. With the ups and downs of unstable breathing during kissing, they fell on the clothes pendulum, as if they were integrated with the snow clothes.

When ranbai heard her son's confession in a low voice, he said, "Your Highness, Jinyao likes you so much."

Ranbai forgot whether she had responded to such a sentence. At that time, all her attention was in the deep kiss room. When the juvenile voice fell, she comforted and kissed the tear mole in the corner of his eye. When it was over, the topic had passed.

first,

Pear flowers were fragrant that April.

Drunken life and dream of death, dream of floating life.

——"Your Excellency rushed in, please leave"

——"What if this temple doesn't?"

——"That's very kind. Thank you, young master."

——"You have Chinese medicine. I can help you."

original.

First acquaintance,

Has been doomed to heart.

Jin Yao is a man with a rotten life. He is fallen into the mud in the abyss and contaminated with the dark secular world.

He once thought it was just like this in his life.

Until the princess appeared.

It turns out that light can burn your eyes,

But I still want to seize, imprison, and then belong to him alone.

The deepest and most distorted morbid emotion of his life was only given to her.

But the only undefended warmth and softness in her life was only given to her.

——"Your Highness is the moon shining in the cold sky."

Why do you always call her you.

Because you can take her to heart.

The young man in white is cold and lonely. He is as noble as a relegated fairy. He kneels in front of the Guqin. He is as elegant as jade. His white and slender fingers gently touch the strings, just like the wind blowing the moon. The long and pleasant melody of the Guqin pours out from his fingertips and hovers in the princess's house for a long time.

Beside the stone table in the courtyard, the princess in red leaned lazily, carelessly shaking a glass of wine in her hand, with her white fingers supporting her beautiful forehead. She looked at the young people counting pear flowers playing zither.

The end of the song.

The last note falls.

Jin Yao stopped.

"What does your highness want to hear?" he raised his eyes a little and asked softly and elegantly.

Dyed white really seriously thought about it, thought for a second, and then half smiled at the corners of her lips.

"I don't know if what the childe said in those years still counts?" she said, "our temple wants to listen to the play."

That night in Chang'an city.

——If your highness likes it, Jinyao is willing to sing for your highness alone.

Strictly speaking,

Jin Yao is now a young general below one person and above ten thousand people. He is no longer just a zither player. In such a world, actors are so humble that they are only for people to enjoy. His life is cheaper than grass. Singing opera has always been looked down upon by aristocratic families in the capital.

What's more, let a brilliant general sing. Secular like this is more or less humiliating.

But Jinyao gently bent his eyes. He was cold and self-contained. He stood up straight, and his snow clothes were like clouds. "Yes, your highness, always count."

A play makeup, a play costume.

Who is in the play.

The young general stood under the pear tree. The scenery was inviolable. The costumes were cumbersome, complex and exquisite. In the pear flowers, the water sleeves were folded, raised and dropped, heavy and floating.

The face with drama makeup added a bit of evil, strange, thin and cool color. It was a bewitching demon. It sang the drama, and the sound quality fell on the people's hearts.

It is the story of others and their own tears to deduce the joys and sorrows of life and death in the play.

In the play, he promised his life.

The princess, dressed in red and elegant, walked slowly to the Guqin. Her fingertips swept the strings of the Guqin and sent out melodious melody. With each action in the youth play, she sometimes relaxed and sometimes hurried, so tacit.

The April wind blew through the courtyard.

The princess, dressed in red, stroked the Guqin.

The children's costumes are treated by demons, and the water sleeves are slightly folded.

She's in his play.

He is the man in her play.