Qingchuan History

Chapter 498 Fascinated
An almost concealed smooth talk, but in Gu Xinglang's drunken ears, "Fifth Brother" resounded crisply.

He stepped forward, walked very steadily, stood in front of the railing and replied:
"Drunk and went back."

Ruan Xueyin noticed that half of his cheeks were flushed under his eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse, so he must have been quite drunk.

Jing Tingge also turned his head, seeing the bruise on Gu Xinglang's left cheek in the shadows from the angle of his gaze, "Ruan Zhong has no manners, why did he slap him in the face?"

Gu Xinglang didn't say "I'm slapped in the face too".

"Murong Xun is still up there. I can't get down."

Jing Tingge's blushing face froze for a moment, and then said indifferently: "If you can't get down, sleep on it." She stood up, "Let's go."

The bright as day room is just under the west corridor.She entered the house with the flagon and closed the door.

Gu Xinglang glanced at the messy flagons on the railing, then at Ruan Xueyin's hazy face, "Go back to sleep."

Ruan Xueyin was still worried about whether the words just now had been heard. Hearing the words, she quickly got off her shoes and got up, not daring to drink any more. She put down the pot, hesitated a little, put her arms on him and went to the room on the north corridor.

There are only two or three clusters of candlelight left in the room, and the misty slant reflects the light gauze in the room.Gu Xinglang entered the room and sat down at the round table, poured himself a cup of tea, as if he wanted to sober himself up.Ruan Xueyin closed the door, hung up two cloaks and walked over, raised her hand to caress his bruised left cheek,
"Does it hurt?"

Gu Xinglang didn't speak.

He should have heard it and was annoyed.Ruan Xueyin had never experienced him being drunk, so she felt guilty and said softly:
"Anyway, I took a bath earlier, so go to bed directly. Drinking tea like this is not worth it."

Gu Xinglang remained silent, Ruan Xueyin didn't want to provoke him, so she turned around and wanted to prepare a pot of hot water for emergencies.

Was suddenly hooped around the waist.Before he could react, Gu Xinglang wrapped his arms around her and locked her in front of him, leaning against her with his cheek against his front.

He sat her standing, sniffing warmly in between the snow.There was an earth dragon in the room, and the cloth was soft and thin. Ruan Xueyin also drank wine, breathed slightly, and pushed him, "Gu Xinglang."

"It smells so good." He didn't move back, and rubbed against it to go deeper, his voice was also hoarse, and the smell of alcohol rose up through the gauze.

"do not--"

Drunkenness like this is the most harmful to the body, Ruan Xueyin still remembers the cold in January, and she still has lingering fears.And it's rare to stay in an inn for a whole night's sleep, the road ahead is unpredictable, and peace should not be wasted.

Thinking like this, he flinched even more, but he didn't let go an inch, one hand also slipped into the front of his chest to join in the chase.

Really drank too much.

Ruan Xueyin looked at the silhouettes of the two people reflected by the candlelight between the heavy veils, her face was burning, she held his arms on both sides and coaxed:
"Stop making trouble, go to sleep, I'll help you."

Gu Xinglang didn't seem to hear at all, and the torture was even worse, the hand around her waist suddenly tightened and pulled her to her lap and wrapped her in his arms.

The silhouettes between the veils are folded into one.

It is difficult to tell whether it is a candle or a person.

Suddenly I heard the sound of cups falling to the ground.

The thin porcelain shattered, heavy or light, exactly the same as the sound on the pavilion earlier.

"Not here."

Consciousness collapses like quicksand, and the back against the table is cold and hard is the only awakening,

"Go to Gu Xinglang on the bed."

The falling snow shines on the winter night, and the lights around the bare locust forest and the empty courtyard are lit.

Because all the rooms under the corridor are lit.The people inside are either asleep or awake or just drunk, with their eyes open and closed, and the lights are not turned off to show that they are not asleep.

The brightest is under the west corridor, and Jing Ting Ge clapped the bright light in the room.

The darkest area is under the north corridor, with silhouettes among the veils and round tables and candle shadows.

"I'm older than you"

".what."

"I was born in July, you are born in November, I am older than you"

"Um"

"Then you call me."

"what."

His voice became even more hoarse and confused, rubbing her ear sockets and softly said three words.

Jing Tingge lay on the couch in a dazed state.She has been in a bad mood lately. She drank too much wine tonight and felt even more tired. She smelled a night bird singing in a trance.
Murong Xun was still on it.I can't get down.

This sentence floated back on the edge of the cliff where consciousness was almost non-existent, like a dark cloud, enveloping the dreamland with darkness.She pushed away the cloud, lay down completely and dragged the quilt over her head to sleep.

Dark clouds drifted over again.

It is darker and lower, and it makes people breathless.

She lifted the quilt and sat up.

When they arrived in Suoning City, they didn't know what was going on.That pavilion is not like a room, there is no earth dragon, so drunk and cold for a night's sleep, the wind and cold can't escape, if it is serious, it will not be good for everything that follows.

With her heart and brain fighting left and right, she picked up the quilt and went out in a panic.

The courtyard is very bright, which suits her.The snow is still heavy, giving people the illusion that the birdsong just now was just an auditory hallucination.The pavilion was also brightly lit, and the small hall was filled with the smell of alcohol. As soon as she entered the room, she saw Murong Xun stretched out on the lower side. He was already tall, but he looked even bigger when he lay down.

This Gu Xinglang and Ruan Zhong really have no demeanor at all!It's fine if you leave by yourself and don't help him back to the house, can't you arrange him better?
She approached and stood there looking at it for a while, then shook the quilt and covered Murong Xun from head to toe, and thought that he would sleep in clothes like this, if he got out of the quilt in the morning, he might freeze to death, so she had to squat down and lift the quilt again, and struggled to take him off A coat.

Naturally disturbing the dream, Murong Xun let out a snort and turned over.

It made it easier for Jing Tingge to move, but Zheng was worried that he couldn't pull out the cloth under his back.

One sleeve left.

Anyway, she was drunk and tossing about casually, she patted his shoulder regardless, "Hey, turn it over again, turn it back."

Murong Xun was not as deep in sleep as before, he hummed twice and turned over and back again.

Jing Tingge pulled down the sleeve, threw the thick robe aside, picked it up after a little thought and folded it randomly to make out the thickness, leaned over and lifted Murong Xun's heavy head and put the robe under it.

This is really disturbing people's dreams.Murong Xun frowned, he still didn't wake up, he only let out a long snort very unhappy, and seemed to smell a familiar smell, his eyelashes moved slightly, and he raised his hand to embrace the dark gardenia fragrance in front of him.

Naturally, she embraced her.Jing Tingge had just finished a big movement and was out of breath, suddenly weightless and lying on top of him in an unsightly manner, angry from it, he pulled out a hand to light the flesh on his thigh and it was a pinch of hate!
The winter clothes are thick, and the strength has already lost three points to his legs. Murong Xun still groaned in pain. He opened his eyes in a trance and saw first a wisp of purple smoke, and then half a wisp of black hair. The hand released at the same time.

Jing Tingge doesn't know what to do.Just now, she pinched someone because she was suddenly attacked and her posture was embarrassing. Whether she hugged her or let her go, it was the same for her.

She didn't get up in a hurry, she was tired, so she just lay down on the pad to rest for a while.Murong Ling obviously didn't really wake up either.

I can hear my heartbeat.Once, he tapped her cheek.

Enough to rest, no more panting, she stood up, pulled over the thick quilt and covered him tightly.

I wonder if there are any extra quilts in the room.She muttered in her heart, turned around and looked out the window at the falling snow, lost her mind for a while, and supported the short couple to go back.

was caught by the right wrist.

　I have to change the scene, and turn back in the next chapter, it's too difficult! (What you are seeing now is the fifth modified version after shielding, maybe the chapter is about drifting. And if you feel that the male and female protagonists are not strong enough, the emotions are not full enough, and the body language is completely unable to support the state of mind they should have, it is not my original intention, really It was repeatedly blocked and had to be changed into an elementary composition. All intimacy scenes are equal to pornography and vulgarity across the board. When will the sloppyness change.)
　　
　
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