Chapter 149: Staying in Pingshan Hall at night

"Hey, where is Li Shanchang?" Zhang Yang returned to Pingshan Hall. The sky was almost dark. What puzzled him was that the place where Li Shanchang was just now was gone.

"He was so drunk that he couldn't have rolled down there, right?" He Zhaoyi said, pointing to the cliff below.

"Zhuyi, don't curse him. That person will never die so easily." Zhang Yang was very sure. He was the number one hero in the founding of the Ming Dynasty. He could have at least seven lives. He fell off the cliff and died while drunk? That was even more unlucky than Wang Bo.

"That's right, I, Li Shanchang, can't die so easily? I have to join Mr. Zhu to resist the tyranny of the Yuan Dynasty." A voice came from the grass in the distance.

"Hey, I said, brother, why are you going so far away when you're fine?" Zhang Yang walked over and turned around immediately: "Zhaoyi, please dodge it first."

"Why? I'll help you."

"No, no." Zhang Yang quickly pushed He Zhaoyi away.

This guy had drunk too much wine and struggled to get rid of the baby. After finishing the baby, he didn't even mention his pants and fell into the grass again. Judging from his body, he didn't know if he had been dyed with yellow and white things.

The coarse robe obviously did not cover her, and the things under her crotch were just enjoying the autumn wind bath.

Unexpectedly, this person who will become famous in the future has such a sloppy side now. If there is a camera, I will definitely take a picture for you.

Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly and walked over.

"Brother, get up." Zhang Yang said.

"I don't, it's so comfortable here, I can't get up." Li Shanchang said.

Helplessly, Zhang Yang had no choice but to use one trick: pick up the grass on the ground and kept creaking him.

"Ha, hehe." Although Li Shanchang was guilty, the itchy feeling came up, and the low-level nerve reflexes twisted his butt.

Zhang Yang took advantage of the opportunity of him twisting his butt and finally pulled his pants up, covering the deadly place.

Fortunately, it was already dark, and even if there was a little flaw, He Zhaoyi would not see it.

"Go inside and have a sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, you are my person." Zhang Yang made this decision regardless of whether Li Shanchang agreed or not.

He helped Li Shanchang up and walked into the hall of Pingshan Hall.

If you sleep outside, the dew in the morning will wet and make people sick.

"Zhaoyi,Zhaoyi." Zhang Yang shouted.

It's almost fifteen now, and the moon outside is rising, and it's not that it's too jealous. He Zhaoyi has packed up a place just like the moonlight.

"Come on, let him lie here." He Zhaoyi said.

Zhang Yang supported Li Shanchang and placed him in the place He Zhaoyi had packed. The moonlight outside shone in, and he suddenly found that He Zhaoyi's little hand had a little red mark.

"Zhuyi, what's wrong with your hands?" Zhang Yang asked.

"No, it's okay." He Zhaoyi put his hand behind him.

Zhang Yang took He Zhaoyi's hand over, with green fingers and slender hands. Under the moonlight, there were a few traces of blood on it.

"When I was laying the grass just now, I accidentally got it and was scratched by the grass." He Zhaoyi said.

It’s hard for this big lady. At home, she has people to take care of everything, and she has fine skin and tender flesh. Of course, she will not be able to adapt to the rough work.

Zhang Yang looked at it carefully. On He Zhaoyi's tender little hands, the thumb with a beautiful curve, was stabbed into a thorn, and blood was still flowing out.

"I have root thorns, I'll pull them out for you." Zhang Yang said.

"No, no." He Zhaoyi suddenly felt a little embarrassed. In the morning, he had just touched his hands. Now, he was looking at his hands so carefully, but suddenly he felt a little shy.

"No, you must pull it out, otherwise you will be infected." Zhang Yang said.

"Infection? What is infection?" He Zhaoyi asked.

Oh no, I mentioned this word for the second time. "That is to say, if this thorn is not pulled out, it will start to ulcerate from here and keep rotting the entire finger." Zhang Yang said.

"Bad guy! Scar everyone!" He Zhaoyi raised another pink fist and acted to hit him.

"Ouch!" He Zhaoyi felt a pain in her fingertips. It turned out that Zhang Yang had squeezed the thorn out with two fingernails, and then pulled out the thorn out quickly with the thumb and index finger of the other hand.

"It hurts so much!" He Zhaoyi felt the fingertips hurt, but suddenly felt a wet feeling again. With a lowered head, Zhang Yang had already put his mouth on her little hand and was sucking his fingertips.

"Okay, it's okay." Zhang Yang took his mouth away as if nothing had happened, spit out the sucked blood, and pulled out the thorn. He found that it was a black wooden thorn, afraid that something would be left in the wound, so he sucked it hard a few times and confirmed that there was no residue inside, and then stopped. He was wrong, and he stopped.

He Zhaoyi's face was flushed. Her soft lips were leaning against her hands just now. When she sucked, she suddenly felt like she was ecstatic. She didn't know that this feeling was lust.

Zhang Yang did all this as if it was normal. "So, I'm afraid I can only rest here today. I'm going to let you go to the temple guest room to rest. You still refuse. What's the best here?" He complained a little.

"I've seen it. There are several side rooms on the side of the hall, with several beds inside. It's better..." He Zhaoyi didn't finish speaking, and looked up at the sky.

"Today's moon is so round."

The sky is like a dark curtain, set off by a full moon, like a jade plate, the moonlight is quiet and bright.

Zhang Yang looked up and said, it was yes, it should be around fifteen. The moonlight was like water, which contrasted the surrounding scenery so beautifully. The nearby buildings, the mountains and flowing water in the distance, everything was so natural and peaceful.

"Brother Shicheng, let's watch the moon here until dawn. Is it okay, okay?" He Zhaoyi said, shaking the corner of Zhang Yang's clothes.

Zhang Yang sat on the ground, looking at the bright moon in the sky, feeling lost.

"When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky with wine.

I don’t know what year it will be today in the palace in the sky.

I wanted to ride the wind, but I was afraid that the jade building and jade buildings would be colder at high places.

Dancing and playing with the clear shadows is like being in the world.

Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful house, shining without sleep.

There should be no hatred, so why does it take forever to part?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this is difficult to complete in ancient times.

I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away.”

He Zhaoyi paced in front of Zhang Yang and chanted the song of Su Shi's water tune.

After chanting, He Zhaoyi said with a smile: "Brother Shicheng, do you know who I recited just now?"

Zhang Yang did not answer, but repeated the last two lines she just chanted: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away."

He Zhaoyi's face suddenly changed: "No, I don't want to share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away, I just want to be with you!" He Zhaoyi's chest was fluctuating, obviously, saying this sentence scared herself.

He Zhaoyi didn't say anything anymore, but her hair was leaning towards Zhang Yang's chest and pressing against his warm chest.

Zhang Yang could no longer suppress his feelings and used his strong arms to hug He Zhaoyi into his arms.
Chapter completed!