The beautiful eyes of the palace maid fell on my face, and I quickly changed into a perfect face. I raised my head heroically and trembled. The earthquake shocked the tiger's body and squeezed at this smart and capable beautiful girl: "Well, the heroes are the same. I am just using a trick, hahahaha..." A very cheerful laughter, and I laughed halfway, and then I saw that the palace maid's face became redder and redder as I held it in my arms.

"What are you doing?"

"What plan did the young master use?" The palace maid smiled sly, and his fingers drew circles on my chest muscles. The numb feeling made me unable to think at all: "This, well, let me..."

"Is this a mistake?" The palace maid finally couldn't help laughing in my arms. With a sweet laugh, her perky breasts trembled even faster than my anger. I wouldn't let you take advantage of the verbal advantage, so I should take advantage of the verbal. Open your mouth and bite it at the closest peaks! The palace maid exclaimed, and her slender hands gently pushed and rejected my forehead weakly, and immediately softened. Hehehe, let's see who's verbal power...

What is a gentle sweeping floor? A literal explanation: a gentle sweeping refers to culture or literati. Sweeping the floor means a complete loss of reputation, credit, status, etc., and refers to culture or literati being disrespectful or literati are self-deprecated. For example, now, the six youth versions of Uncle Cheng are examples and examples of a gentle sweeping floor. Some of those who pull their clothes and roll up their sleeves and roar at Qujiang. There are all brothers who are red-eyed and fight for wine. There are also many people who are muttering words in their mouths and staring at the wine pot in a daze.

"Brothers don't do this often. Maybe they're too happy." Cheng Luanluan leaned against the railings, turned her head and looked back, and then smiled at me a little embarrassedly. Tonight, she was as neat as a dark and beautiful beard, and a hat covered most of her cloud-like black hair. She looked more delicate and refreshing than before. She was no longer as reserved as before, free and relaxed as she used to be. It seemed that this was her true nature.

There was also a cute wine red floating on his cheeks. He opened his lips slightly and vomited a mouthful of wine. Seeing that my eyes had not been removed, a hint of shame flashed in his eyes: "What's wrong with Brother Jun? Look at my little sister like this."

My face was very red, of course it was not shy. It was caused by too much wine. Fortunately, Cheng Luanluan was under the pressure of the formation. Half a dozen youth versions of Uncle Cheng seemed to be more afraid, or it should be said that he was doting on this girl. After Cheng Luanluan repeatedly blocked me, I was able to keep my gentleness and sober, and of course my feet were still a little soft. Although I stopped most of the wine in the ground, I could not escape by 10 or 20 cups of sea lions. "You are very beautiful." With too much wine, I have a big tongue and speak more honestly.

"Is that true?" Cheng Luanluan's lips bent slightly, and a hint of bright color and joyful look were applied to her cheeks: "Where am I comparing with that Princess Gaoyang?"

"You two," I blinked for a long time, trying to think of some words that are not offensive to both sides: "There is no comparison, you are more mature than her, and you are more than her..."—

"June Brother is so embarrassed, for nothing, my younger sister has to force June Brother to do something. However, today's Qujiang night is bright and bright. Brother Jun is willing to write a poem for her younger sister? It is also so that she will no longer regret not seeing June Brother's generous and singing style that day." Cheng Luanluan lowered her thick eyelashes, and her slightly trembling eyelashes could not cover up her shy eyes filled with smoke.

"Of course, of course I do." Just like you like it, the copyright is not mine anyway. You can come to whatever you want, and just sing to you quietly and listen to it alone.

"That's great!" Cheng Luanluan became happy when she heard this, and raised her hand to call a maid: "Get a zither."

Cheng Luanluan knelt on the couch, plucking his hands, and the ancient string sounds rippled, making his mind, who was originally a little drunken. Even the uncles shouted and shouted gradually quieted down, listening to the clear sound of nature like the flowing water of the mountains. The waves of Qujiang were accompanied by music, breaking the reflection of the bright moon, scattering into countless jade butterflies flying on the water surface, and the orange-red ground lights also swayed with the water waves. Cheng Luanluan's eyes focused on the zither and fingertips. Every time he plucked, it could always turn into a warm and gentle wind, which coincided with the moonlit night of the spring river...

There was, I snapped my fingers, and the waitress who had been waiting on the side to toast the cup, and received it in her hand. She didn't drink it. Under the eyes of the youth version of Uncle Cheng, I raised the lacquer cup, looked at the endless black and blue sky with affectionate eyes, pursing my lips, and the poem recitation "Shuitu Songtou" officially began: "When will the bright moon exist? Ask the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be tonight? I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade tower will be cold at the high place. I danced and played with the clear shadows, how do I feel like I am in the world? Turning on the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful house, shining without sleep. There should be no hatred, why do we always go far away? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in the past. I hope people will live for a long time, and they will be happy together for thousands of miles..."

"I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away." Cheng Luanluan stood outside the Cheng Mansion gate, staring at me with watery eyes. More than an hour passed and the person was sent to the Cheng Mansion gate, but this girl was still repeatedly chewing on the things that the young master had plagiarized with shamelessness.

"Hehehe, sister-in-law, a master, a poem that has made my sister hook up like this, it's awesome! Wahahahaha..." Uncle Cheng invited my shoulders and squeezed at me very despicable, lowered his voice and muttered a few words in my ear, and then entered the mansion with a wild smile. I looked dark. Can this be called "porn"?

"Boy, it's so good. Another day, I'll teach me a few tricks to hook a few little sisters to play with. Hehehe, boy, why are you not willing to do this?!" The fourth uncle said the original words.

"Didn't my sister-in-law see my seventh sister's eyes? Oh, little sister, what are you doing?" said the third uncle who ran away with his head in his arms.

"By the way, I'm going to turn the hukou down and the beautiful house, I can't hear the words "I can't hear what the words "I'm not sure about? What does it mean? I'll explain it to me." My fifth uncle made a drink in confusion, and he was so smoky that it was as smoked as white paper.

"The wooden head is just a red house and a low window. There is no way to sleep. Right, sister-in-law, you two chat slowly, hehe, I can't wait to disturb me, why did Lao Liu squeeze in again? Why don't you go in for my brother? I'll go in! I'll look for my dad later and see your wretched look. It would be strange if I don't slap you..." My uncle's explanation made me embarrassed.

The noise of the six uncles finally went away, and they wiped the sweat from their foreheads. Fuck, the effect of putting half a dozen youth versions of Uncle Cheng together is not as simple as one or two. It should be calculated by multiplying it by multiples. It is a group of scammers and literary butchers. If they were released, they would probably be more harmful to the entire Tang Dynasty literary world than a red storm. It will cause a gap in the poetry culture of the Central Plains, which will make historians in later generations wonder for thousands of years and be puzzled.

"Mistress Luan, Ye Liang, you'd better go in quickly, I have to say goodbye..." He looked up at the sky. The moon had reached the middle of the sky. I'm afraid it's not long before, so he has to go back quickly.

"Brother Jun, little sister, I'm very happy tonight..." A soft and greasy voice came out from her plump lips. Her pretty face was so red under the light, I don't know if it was because of the light or the mood of like it? In short, it was so beautiful that it was a hundred times more charming than the rose.

"So too." Cheng Luanluan under the light seemed much gentler and more mellower than she saw during the day. Her original temperament, which seemed to be clearly angular, seemed to be rounded by the orange light-

"It's time to go in." I subconsciously grabbed her slender hands that were close to her. It was very soft and slippery, as if she had applied cream. Warmth was conveyed between her fingers and palms. "I have to go back." Cheng Luanluan, who had not moved in the door just now, suddenly seemed panicked. Her arms that could hold dozens of kilograms of axe had no strength to break free. I took a step forward and tightly approached him. The distance between the two was only one or two centimeters: "My sister Luan..." The voice was a little bit like that, and she felt blushing, and Cheng Luanluan was so embarrassed that her face was almost pressed against her plump and perky chest. She coughed twice: "I will come to see you again in a while. Don't treat me with that look, okay?"

"Well, my sister remember, I have to go back." I didn't know where to get the hole in the past. Now she is in a state that is not as good as the shy green butterfly. The faint fragrance on my body made me distracted, and I couldn't help but get closer, and then there was a smell on her cheek, "Ah..." The cute Cheng Loli called out in surprise.
Chapter completed!