king of black mist.

Chapter 166 Hot Information

Yang Qinglan didn't speak, she put her hands on Li Changzhou's shoulders, and her face was so close that she seemed to lean lightly on his chest.

Li Changzhou sniffed the fragrance of her hair, his whole body trembled.

Yang Qinglan's originally slender and well-proportioned figure was surprisingly petite in his arms, as if holding a baby bird in her hands, warm and cautious.

He took a deep breath and tried to hold her tighter with a little force.

"What's the matter with you?" Yang Qinglan asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Li Changzhou immediately dissipated the strength stored in his hands, denying it to the end, "I didn't use any strength, really."

"This, I—" Li Changzhou only realized his state.

Unable to think of words, he had no choice but to confess, "Since I met you, I haven't interacted with it, that, and my energy may be a little high."

"Now? What bad things are you thinking?" Yang Qinglan's voice sounded not angry, but rather curious.

"Does it count if you want to hug me a little bit tighter?"

Yang Qinglan was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Is this a virgin?"

"That's right." Li Changzhou also smiled, taking the opportunity to hug him a little tighter, both of them were slightly burned by the amazing warmth.

Yang Qinglan seemed to make a slight nasal sound.

She had buried her face in Li Changzhou's chest, but now, her voice scratched directly into his heart like a tickle.

"Forget it!" Li Changzhou gave up.

He gritted his teeth and let go of her. If this continues, even if it's just clinging, the consequences will be disastrous.

Sad, virgin!

Only then did Yang Qinglan realize what she did and said just now because of her shyness.

She didn't dare to look down at all, she looked away, the wind blew over, and her face was chilly.

Li Changzhou hurriedly turned his back, pretending to admire Shaoyao.

After a while, Yang Qinglan brushed her hair that was blown tousled by the wind to calm herself down.

"Let's go."

"You go first."

When he said this, Yang Qinglan's eyes subconsciously rolled away, and he could only see his back.

She brushed her long hair again, but this time the wind hadn't had time to ruffle it.

"How long?" She couldn't help but scold with a smile.

"I guess it will take a long time." Li Changzhou slowly began to calm down.

As long as you are honest with your own desires, there is nothing to be ashamed of, he tried desperately to convince himself.

Yang Qinglan laughed a few times and was about to leave when Li Changzhou suddenly called her to stop.

"Qing Lan!" He didn't dare to turn around, but tilted his head slightly, "Are we dating now?"

"Acquaintance? Why?" Yang Qinglan was puzzled.

"None of that?"

"What is this like?" Yang Qinglan asked back.

"You—"

Seeing his look of being teased and abandoned, Yang Qinglan smiled again.

She couldn't help looking at him, he looked slender and thin, but when he leaned up just now, his shoulders were so broad and his chest was so broad.

"When I have the confidence to be with you, I will definitely not be jealous of you and my sister. I will be with you."

"Why? I have nothing to do with Qian Xia." Li Changzhou was puzzled.

"I need time because it's nothing." Yang Qinglan said, "Obviously nothing, but I will still be jealous—I mean the future, we are not together now, if you pet her, I will only think you are a good girl." elder brother."

"Then how can you be sure that you will be jealous after we get together?" Li Changzhou asked.

"Because I'm a woman."

"No, you are a fairy."

Yang Qinglan chuckled for a while: "Well, you are also a handsome guy."

"It's not cursing, is it?" Li Changzhou remembered that Yang Qinglan never scolded, so he had the habit of praising others when he scolded.

"Yes, and no." Yang Qinglan smiled, paused, and asked, "Are you still okay?"

".No."

"Then I won't wait for you."

"It's you who are getting in the way!"

"So I'm in the way?" Yang Qinglan pretended to ponder.

"No, I'm sorry, I had evil thoughts about you." Li Changzhou apologized.

Yang Qinglan snorted in satisfaction: "Bye bye~"

"Bye-Bye."

Yang Qinglan who was about to leave suddenly smiled, and said: "In the future, Qian Xia will say that you are too indulgent, and I can testify for you."

"Miss Yang, there is a stake, and the effectiveness of testifying will be weakened, you—"

Before he finished speaking, Li Changzhou, who was too calm, was "thrown" into the peony bush by Yang Qinglan.

On the chaoshou veranda, Yang Qinglan's steps were light.

She couldn't help stretching out her hand and stroking every pillar on the veranda, like plucking the strings of a piano.

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When Li Changzhou, who cleaned off the peony flowers, flower branches, and leaves on his body, walked into the palace-style living room in the backyard, Yang Qinglan had returned to his usual appearance, from a girl who could say "I can dance" to a snow girl. The lotus-like Gushe Fairy.

The two looked at each other, calmly.

After looking at each other, Li Changzhou realized that everyone was playing mahjong.

Those concubines, as well as Chunhuang and Li Qianxia—the two were at the same table with the second concubine and Gusu fourth concubine.

"Qianxia, ​​in Songcheng, it's not called 'playing mahjong', but 'playing mahjong'," Chunhuang said to Li Qianxia while playing. Dinner is finished, turn on the light, take out the mahjong... rub the little mahjong, let's come to Bai Xiangxiang'."

Because the future cannot be divulged, the deliberately vague 50s refers to the 20s, which is the next 50 years.

"Oh." Li Qianxia nodded.

As a beginner, you have to concentrate on card reasoning alone.

"Playing mahjong is more than just playing mahjong," Chunhuang said again. "There are four people on a mahjong table. Anyone who has a little bit of experience does not need to talk or even ask at all. Just take a look and know whether you are qualified to sit on this mahjong table." For example, the two people playing with us, they are not worthy."

"Why not?" Li Qianxia hesitated where to put the second tube, subconsciously asked.

"Do you think they are worthy?" Chunhuang asked back.

"Yeah—" Li Qianxia understood, but she didn't want to say whether she deserved it or not.

She was born in the countryside and lived in poverty. She is at the bottom, so she naturally hates to divide people into three or six grades, even if she herself is at the top.

Chunhuang is the complete opposite. She was born rich and noble, and she divided people into three, six, and nine classes since she was a child, and regarded everyone as inferior.

"Sister Chunhuang," Li Qianxia changed the subject, "Can you tell me about meditation?"

Chun Huang played with the mahjong with jade backs and ivory faces, looked at Li Qianxia, ​​and smiled meaningfully.

"Okay." Just when Li Qianxia thought she would disagree, she agreed.

"You guys have a lot of fun with the use of "Thunder Map"!" After Chunhuang touched it, he used the mahjong in his hand to push out an eight-tube, ".It's too superficial."

"Yeah." Li Qianxia nodded.

"I've also studied "Thunder Map", and it's not bad. In terms of game evaluation, it's probably a B-level."

"B-level?" Li Qianxia touched a card, then played it out hesitantly, "Sister Chunhuang, what level is your "Riding the Clouds"?"

"A." Chunhuang said, "The lowest level of conception is C-level, and there is only one level for the development of potential, two levels for B-level, three levels for A-level, and more than three levels for S-level anyway."

It seems that potential development cannot be done casually, Li Changzhou thought.

"Is the more advanced the better?"

"In theory."

"Theory? What about practicality?"

"Actually, what suits you is the best." Chunhuang said with a slow smile.

Li Qianxia nodded, thinking of the night when her brother carried her on her back, he also told her, don't blindly seek good things, the life that suits you is the best.

"How is it suitable for me?" She asked.

"First, see if you can learn—if you can't learn, everything is for nothing;

"Secondly, can the potential support the consumption of visualization ideas--some waste materials, it is okay to visualize C-level and B-level, but A-level can kill them once, look at my sister's white hair, just learn A-level The sequelae left, although it was because of a little accident;

"Finally, can you get it—for example, the three of you can only get "Thundering Thunder Map", so you can only learn "Thundering Thunder Map"."

"What about the fighting method?" Li Qianxia asked again.

"Visual thinking is something that babies learn after all, and fighting methods can only be regarded as playing games. Everyone is basically the same. C-level has nothing, which is what you are playing now; B-level has one, which can materialize visualization, such as Say I release the mist. Class A, depending on the concept, the effect will be different."

"Where is the S rank?" Li Qianxia asked.

Chunhuang smiled, and she looked at the thoughtful Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan.

"This time, the owner of the ambush Vulcan Pavilion, if you perform well, we are all satisfied with each other, and we can cooperate to fight for the idea of ​​S-level view." She said.

"Do you have a channel to get S-level view ideas?" Yang Qinglan asked.

"Of course." Chunhuang nodded, she didn't play mahjong when it was her turn, the other two dared not urge her, and Li Qianxia's mind was no longer on the cards.

"Do you know about ferry tickets?" she asked.

"I know." Yang Qinglan replied.

"It seems that your evaluation at the first stage is not low." Chunhuang said, "After this cooperation is over, if we can satisfy each other, I will go to Mingcheng to find you."

Chunhuang stopped talking about ideas and concentrated on playing mahjong.

Of course, she is still educating Li Qianxia:

"Qianxia, ​​in this era, the mahjong table is actually the best time for women to show off their diamond rings. Look at you, if you don't have a diamond ring, you will definitely be ridiculed by the wives."

"I'm not married, where did I get the diamond ring?"

"If you don't get married, what's the point of getting married? If you get married, no matter whether you're a man or a woman, you'll have a slave engraved on your head."

Yang Qinglan, who planned to get married, couldn't help objecting:

"Qianxia, ​​every strength has a corresponding weakness, and every weakness has a corresponding strength. Those who only see weaknesses are destined to be losers in life."

"Loser? Didn't I see the power of being single?" Chunhuang countered like a valley, echoing after a while.

"Yes, but you don't see the power of marriage."

"Did anyone tell you that you are hated by others?" Chunhuang was extremely repulsed by women who were as beautiful as himself - he had never met such a person before, and he had never even imagined that there would be such a person.

At this time, she didn't even bother to talk about the truth, and she didn't even argue, and directly attacked her.

"No, everyone liked me since I was a child." Yang Qinglan's voice was calm.

"Hehe." In 1928, Chunhuang responded with cynicism and sarcasm 100 years later, and his tone was also full of good-looking self-confidence and indifference.

(End of this chapter)