Ping An Biography

On the bank of the Qinhuai River, Hualou Cuige wine, really teach a person who is not intoxicated by wine, everyone is drunk, Zhang Ning is already a little bit obsessed with it.

Before the wine has passed three rounds, the beauty first expresses her love.A line of heart-warming soft tweed and whispered words is like a sweet and deceptive lie when it comes to the emotional part; you treat her as a play on the spot, but you occasionally see the truth in the details, and it seems to be true.

It's hard to tell the truth from the fake, but the atmosphere of you and me is in place.Fang Ling has been laughing since she was three years old, and it is easy to find ways to make people happy.Talking about lovesickness, talking about leaning on the building, but she didn't mention her status as a prostitute, both of them knew it well, and it would be a spoiled scene if she said it.

As the saying goes, being close to Zhu Zhehong, Zhang Ning felt that he had let go of a lot of things naturally, and he could be calm by taking it as his natural taste.He can't pretend to be noble in this situation. If he really wants to keep himself clean, why come to this kind of place; In front of such beautiful women...it's really boring.

In the past and present, Zhang Ning can be regarded as a well-behaved good person in the hearts of others, precisely: the reputation of a good person has to abide by many rules.Not for anything else, just because he has long understood the power of order and rules; but this does not mean that he will follow the rules in everything... The devil in his heart only needs a catalyst.

The delicacies on the table were a little messed up, and both of them were slightly drunk.

Fang Ling has a drunken red face, a smile like a flower, and the dimple on her left cheek is not too much to praise.She picked up the wine glass in her left hand, raised the little finger of her right hand slightly, and gently supported the plain sleeve on the right with two fingers. She happily sang a piece of Wu tune: "Beautiful hair is spotted, time flies, and my parents are happy and safe. To celebrate this good day, everyone is very happy." Jing Huanyan. In the painting hall, the treasures and seals are sold out, and the jade cup is filled with rays of light..."

Zhang Ning listened intently with great interest. She usually spoke Mandarin, but the libretto was in Wu dialect, but it was still interesting.I don't know if it's Yue opera itself that sounds good, or because it's lyrical and beautiful because it's sung from her mouth, Zhang Ning also became very interested in this talk for a while.He did know a little bit, but the Wu Opera sung in some places in Nanjing at this time was not actually a Yue opera in the strict sense, but could only be regarded as a Southern opera.

Her eyes were clever, she glanced at Zhang Ning, then smiled knowingly, and said, "If you like to listen, I'll sing a few more verses."

At the beginning Zhang Ning was still full of longing after being teased|twice by her, but now he developed patience...Sounds, talents, and desires are full of affection|delicacy, there is no need to do whatever you want, patience may be Can get more enjoyment; Just like a little farewell can win a newly married, just like lovesickness can be tender.Zhang Ning also had to admit that he could only speak so many sweet words when he had feelings in his heart.

Seeing Zhang Ning nodding his head patiently and gently, Fang Ling smiled slightly. Perhaps in her eyes, Zhang Ning's youthfulness and rigidity in such occasions at the beginning have changed now. <Rain, bring the pipa. "Fang Lingjiao called out, and her maid came to fetch the pipa after a while, and she still sat in the corner to accompany her.

In the private meeting in this small building, there is no other accompaniment instrument.Fang Ling didn't bother to change clothes, so she took out the plain clothes on her body, took a small folding fan in her hand, and made a few gestures. Even though she was wearing a skirt, she really looked like a scholar. .

When the pipa sounded, she sang in a tune: "Happy to the poor, respectful to the strict training, ten years of blind dates. The chest hides the stars, and the brush array sweeps away thousands of troops. If the waves of peach blossoms are warm, I will return me to the dragon gate. Dear old age, And by warming the quilt and fanning the pillow, the sun and the sun fall with each passing day..."

Zhang Ning understood the general idea, he seemed to be singing like a scholar, but Fang Ling sang it out, it was too gentle and charming in a womanly manner, and when she listened to it softly, she was less serious and more playful.

A girl needs to be pretty and filial, but her casual plain skirt today has a special taste in the carved window silk of the pavilion by Linshui. Ning sounds very professional.Even though she is a brothel girl, it is not easy. She is good at literature, epic, poetry, calligraphy and painting, she can also sing opera, and even the maids around her can play the pipa.A plain shadow is graceful and graceful in front of the eyes, which is indescribably seductive.

After a while, before the sound of the pipa stopped, she put down her folding fan, walked over slowly, and asked in the tone of a narration: "Mr. Ping An, can you still hear it?"

Zhang Ning pondered for a moment, then sighed: "It's hard to put it into words, anyway, I really want to travel to Zhejiang, and listen to the young lady there speak Wu Nong's soft language."

"Isn't this expressed in words?" Fang Ling chuckled softly, picked up the wine glass on the round table with her plain hand, fed it to Zhang Ning's mouth, and said softly, "I'll reward you for your nice words. "

"It smells so good!" Zhang Ning sniffed the fragrance from her hand intoxicatedly, calmly drank the fine wine fed by her own hands, and then took the opportunity to reach out and gently put his hand on her slender waist.Unexpectedly, Fang Ling did not escape this time, but snuggled up to her. <Yu gave her a wink, and the maid left knowingly.She is indeed a girl who is not easy to attract people's attention. Up to now, Zhang Ning has not found time to see her appearance clearly.

Fang Ling sat gently on his lap again, Zhang Ning only felt the warmth|softness in his bosom, and was already drunk in the gentle land of luxury and gold.She twisted|softened her waist, turned around and poured another glass of wine, "It's your turn." After saying that, she fed it into Zhang Ning's mouth again.

Zhang Ning pondered in his heart that she had fed him to drink just now, how should he say "it's your turn" this time?After a little thought, it dawned on him that he drank the wine into his mouth and didn't swallow it, but moved his mouth to it.Fang Ling pursed her vermilion lips, punched him on the chest with her pink fist, and said coquettishly, "You've become good or bad." But with a shy face, she offered her vermilion lips.The jug had been left cold on the table for a long time, and now it was warmed in Zhang Ning's mouth, and it was slowly sent between Fang Ling's red lips and white teeth.

While tasting, Zhang Ning's arms around her waist tightened a little bit, and her plump chest was already attached to his body. Because the clothes were a bit thick, he could only feel the soft touch, like scratching his boots. torment.He smelled the fragrance of flowers on her body and the fragrance of her skin in his nose, and tried to imagine how soft the skin was under the clothes he touched with his hands.

After a long time, Fang Ling let go of his mouth, leaned her head lightly on his shoulder and panted slightly: "I have no strength after being kissed by you, just hug me over."

This is a study room, but there is a bed with curtains. Zhang Ning felt very strange when he came back the first time. Now he finally understands why there is a bed in the study room... He put the innocent beauty in his arms Picking up, she happened to see the thing she bought on the table, and asked, "Do you want to take that thing?" Fang Ling wrapped her arms around his neck, put her mouth next to his ear, and said softly: " Come with you."

This is the first time that Zhang Ning and Ning have experienced such a filthy life.

He stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, put Fang Ling gently on the bed, looked around, moved the charcoal stove next to the table to the bed, and began to take off his clothes, revealing a young naked body soon.This Zhang Ning used to be a serious scholar, his figure had nothing to do with being strong, but he was young and had just matured, his unfat body had no fat, and his arms and chest had already shown the outline of a man.

Fang Ling put her jade hand on his chest, and said softly: "Don't worry, take your time, you have to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade..."

Zhang Ning nodded, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and stretched out his hand nervously to pull her belt.Fang Ling looked at his face with confused eyes, "Is this the first time you do this kind of thing?"

The body is indeed untouched, Zhang Ning thought about it and nodded in agreement.Fang Ling laughed lightly, her eyes were full of confidence, but she said: "You are lying, even if you are a romantic scholar like you, even if you don't mess with flowers, those little ladies will still mess with you."

Zhang Ning thought of the small window at home and the scriptures in the cold window, and said a fair word for Zhang Ning in the past: "If I was young and romantic, how would I win the Guibang in Nanzhili, a place where literary prosperity is prosperous?" ?”

"That's right." Fang Ling nodded lightly. Zhang Ning didn't untie her belt for a long time, so she untied it from the side of her waist by herself, and let the top slip off her shoulders lightly. With a bulging|bulging chest, "You lie down, and I will serve you well."

"Want to see it?" Fang Ling asked him with a smile as she gently held her soft lump with her hand.

She really thought that I had never seen a woman's body. Zhang Ning couldn't explain anything. She had no way to explain it, so she just pretended to be stupid and nodded, looking at her graceful body. Her kneeling posture made her hips soft. The skin was extruded into several xing|sensual wrinkles, which was very fleshy.

"Mr. Ping'an, I'll take off whatever you want to see." She blushed and bit her lip.

Of course you have to take it step by step, Zhang Ning said: "I want to see the jade rabbit in the Moon Palace."

Fang Ling covered her mouth and smiled. If she did what she said, she moved her body and sat on Zhang Ning who was leaning on the pillow and half lying on the pillow. She lowered her head and lightly unbuttoned her white corset. Jumping out, he put his chest to Zhang Ning's mouth gently, then stretched out his hand to hug his head, trembling|said: "Hold it..."

Zhang Ning was dazzled and didn't know where he was, but what really made him want to stop was not the shape and color of the jade rabbit, but her voice, her movements, soft and elegant, even when she said very explicit words, acted The very ninky behavior is like a daughter's act of tenderness, not even half vulgar.

Submerged in tenderness, he stretched out his hand to gently caress her smooth and curved back, and slowly moved down, he couldn't help inserting his palm into the waist of her skirt, touching the upturned buttocks, ears While smelling it, she gasped slightly and let out a delicate moan.

There was a soft sound as the curtain shook, covering the sound of the strings of the skirt being untied.