Master of the city

Along with the secluded singing, there are a lot of ancient Chinese zither playing sounds. Qingyue is like the sound of nature. In this gloomy environment, Zhang Fan feels a bit difficult to speak.

For a moment, Zhang fan can't see whether it's array or anything else. However, since someone plays and sings, he may be the one guarding the pass. It's better to meet him.

Guzheng music and sad songs come from the hall behind him. When Zhang Fan turns around and looks at the hall, he finds that the incense table in the hall, which was originally on the ground, has been helped up. A woman in a white gauze Luo skirt is sitting in front of the incense table. There is a guzheng on the incense table, which should have been used for fruit from a incense burner, and a stove of sandalwood is burning beside it.

As if she hadn't seen Zhang Fan coming, the ten slender jade fingers were still playing on the strings of guzheng, and each syllable flew out of the strings. At the same time, the plaintive voice was spitting out from the woman's lips, which made people feel pity.

"Young master, if you come here at leisure, I don't know what to do. Why don't you listen to a little girl playing and singing

It seems that I don't want to let Zhang Fan see clearly. When Zhang Fan looks back, the woman who plays the piano is waving her hands lightly, and a veil is standing in front of her.

And in the voice behind, the woman and play guzheng.

"It's not love, it seems to be mistaken. When the flowers fall and bloom, they are always the king of laidong. We must go and live! If you have flowers all over your head, don't ask me where I'm going... "

Thinking about shuiyuexin, Zhang Fan was very anxious, but the woman's singing seemed to have an indescribable magic power. After listening to her singing, Zhang Fan only felt that the restlessness in his mind was gradually fading away, and replaced by a leisurely feeling, as if everything had been changed except listening to the woman's music It doesn't matter.

Women are playing one after another. Zhang Fan is as if he is crazy. He sits cross legged at the door of the main hall, listening to the women's singing.

At the beginning of women's music and singing are the kind of quiet and elegant type, but I don't know when, the melody began to gradually change into a kind of graceful and flashy. Then that feeling became more and more explicit and bold.

Zhang Fan, who heard her playing and singing, also had some reactions that were not quite right. He felt that his blood flow was speeding up, his heart was also speeding up, bang bang, as if he could hear it, his breathing began to become rapid and heavy, his whole body was burning, and his throat was drying. Looking at the woman behind the gauze curtain, Zhang Fan had an impulse to tear off the curtain and hold the woman in his arms.

The woman in the curtain didn't know if she was aware of Zhang Fan's change. Suddenly, she covered her lips with her hand and gave out a series of low and delicate smiles. It was clearly a very pleasant laugh. At this time, it sounded like a special wave.

Zhang Fan, who was originally sitting on the ground, wanted to stand up a little, but the woman in the curtain moved faster than him. She took the lead to stand up from behind the incense table and walked towards the door of the hall. In the process of walking, she seemed to stir up her fingers casually, and the gauze that was originally draped on her shoulders slipped to the ground, revealing the inner gauze.

This light gauze drapes on the body and does not drape is not much different, but the effect is very good, delicate skin in its cover looming, adding a bit of mysterious beauty.

Before Zhang Fan got up, the woman came out of the curtain. Her body flashed, as if she had twisted her feet. "Ouch," she fell into Zhang Fan's arms.

With soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms, Zhang Fan felt that his saliva was about to flow out. Isn't the picturesque woman in her arms Nie Xiaoqian from lanruo temple in the ghost of a beautiful girl? Nie Xiaoqian, who is played by Wang Zuxian, has a variety of manners. The flattery in her eyes is hard to maintain.

"Young master, I've lived alone here for a long time. I'm very lonely. It's rare for me to meet such a person as young master. I accidentally played more songs. Now my whole body is too soft. Can you let me have a rest in my arms?"

"Well, yes, girl, please help yourself..."

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, only felt that the air was filled with a faint cold fragrance, which made people fascinated.

"Young master, is my family not what I want? Why does the young master just sit around and not help me to rub my sprained ankle? "

Nie Xiaoqian's body leaned back, and a small foot carved like white jade stretched out in front of Zhang Fan. There was a string of bells hanging on her ankle. She looked very cute.

"Well, I happen to know some traditional Chinese medicine. I'll rub it for you. Maybe it will be better."

Zhang Fan grins and grabs Nie Xiaoqian's ankle with one hand. He feels that although the tentacles are cold, they are soft and sticky. His fingers seem to be absorbed by her skin. He can't bear to move them away.

"Oh Young master, you are hurting my family. It's lighter. If you just want to squeeze on my family, I'm free. Let me squeeze in other places. "

Nie Xiaoqian chanted softly, but with one hand, she gently touched her pink belly pocket, and even hooked her fingers in the direction of Zhang Fan. The charm, charm and bewilderment were not concealed at all."Is it really OK, miss?"

Zhang Fan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, one hand involuntarily with Nie Xiaoqian's finger traction, toward the beauty of being covered by the pink belly pocket.

However, in such an instant, Zhang Fan felt his brain suddenly in a trance, and a picture flashed in front of him. He and the archaeologists were sitting at the stone table eating and drinking, and there was a woman like a woman in his arms beside him. Charming and charming, which makes it difficult for men to support themselves.

"Miss, I haven't asked her name yet."

The hand that originally grasped the chest was lifted up and grasped the woman's shoulder. The soft touch of the skin made the fingers groan and groan comfortably.

"My family name is Nie. Call me Xiaoqian. Young master, why don't you enjoy the beautiful scenery? Let the red tape go with the wind. It's enough for you to remember that Xiaoqian is in your arms. "

Nie Xiaoqian said, a hand gently tugged at the back of the neck, hanging on the neck of the belt on the belly pocket so loose, pink belly pocket down gently, showing half a wipe of snow-white.

It's a scene that a man can't bear. Zhang Fan's blood is still in full swing now. He can't hold on to himself. He just touches it with a big hand. Just as his hand is about to touch Nie Xiaoqian's chest, a clear bell rings from his ear. Zhang Fan turns to see that the woman's feet are constantly shaking. It is the string of bells hanging on her ankles that makes the sound.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's hand has fallen on Nie Xiaoqian's chest, but the feeling is not full and soft.

The first feeling is cold. There's no temperature at all. It's like holding a piece of ice instead of human flesh. Then, it's the wrong touch. Even through a layer of belly pocket, the girl's skin should be full of vitality and elasticity, but this grasp made him feel shriveled.

Turn around and have a look, my God!

Where is the young girl in her arms? It's a mummy who doesn't know how long she died! The clothes were the same, but the skin and flesh were all dried up. A face looked like a skeleton. The shriveled eyes were still turning in the eyes. The teeth were constantly opening and closing because of the dry lips. The appearance was extremely shocking.

A sense of anger arises spontaneously. Have you been fooled?

Zhang Fan roared and raised his hand to pat the corpse's head. However, at this moment, his eyes suddenly blurred, as if there were many pictures flying by.

Shake your head a few times, and then look into your arms

Well, what's in your arms? Isn't he standing at the gate of lanruo temple?

What was that all about? nanke dream? It's coming too fast.

In the middle of his doubts, the sound of Qing Yue's guzheng came to Zhang Fan's ears again. Looking up, there was another curtain in the hall. Behind the curtain, a woman in a gauze skirt was singing.

"Ten li Pinghu Lake is full of frost, and every inch of green silk worries about the Chinese New Year. When you look at the moon, you only admire the mandarin ducks, not the immortals... "

And just different, there is no resentment, there is no frivolous release wave, this time the sound and singing are with continuous affection.

Zhang fan can't help shaking his head a few times. It seems that the scene just now hasn't faded from his mind. Then it comes again. Is there another Nie Xiaoqian waiting for him?

No, there's something wrong with the scene!

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, knowing that he must have been confused.

Yes, van Ge is not a chaste man, but it's definitely not the spring running male dog that any woman would throw her arms at him. The picture just flashed in my mind is the picture when I was eating at Yiran's heart. The delicate charm of Mo Yuzhu is as good as that of Nie Xiaoqian. Even Mo Yuzhu still has it. But Zhang Fan didn't have any impulse at the beginning. Why is it difficult to hold on to himself this time?

"Young master, can I still hear my zither

While Zhang Fan was meditating, the woman in the curtain opened her mouth first. It's just that this time the woman's voice is different from before.

In the past, the woman's face and voice were all played by Nie Xiaoqian, who was played by Wang Zuxian in the ghost of a beautiful girl, but now the voice is totally different, more sweet and sweet than Nie Xiaoqian before, with a kind of whiny feeling.