Updated: 2012-10-18

Qinhuai Riverside, Hualou Cui Pavilion is a beautiful wine. It really makes people drunk without getting drunk. Zhang Ning is already a little happy and addicted to it.

Before the wine has passed for three rounds, the beauty will tell her feelings first. A warm and gentle sentence that speaks to the touching part is like sweet words and lies; you think she is acting on the scene, but when you see the true feelings occasionally, it seems to be true.

It is difficult to tell whether it is true or false, but the atmosphere of affection is in place. Fang Ling was laughing at the age of three, so that some tricks made people happy were easy to pick. She said that she was in love and said that she was lying on the floor, but she didn't mention her identity as a prostitute. She knew each other clearly, and it would be a shame to say it.

As the saying goes, "The Red Ones are close to Zhu, Zhang Ning feels that he naturally put down a lot of things and treats them as the nature of food and sex. He can be calm in this situation. If he really wants to be a noble person, why should he come to such a place? If he wants to argue repeatedly because of kindness, he is really a bitch and stands in front of others. In front of a beautiful woman like Fang Ling... it's really boring.

Zhang Ning in his past and present lives can be regarded as a good person with rules in others' hearts, which is precisely because a good person's reputation must abide by many rules. Nothing else, it is 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 messy, and both of them were slightly drunk.

Fang Ling had a drunken red face, smiling like a flower, and writing the first lyrics of the dimples on her left cheek to praise her. She picked up the wine glass with her left hand, raised her little finger with her right hand slightly, and gently held the plain sleeve on her right, and happily sang a Wu voice: "The hair is bright, the time flies, and my parents are happy to be safe. Celebrating this good time, everyone is happy to be in the scenery. The treasure seal in the painting hall is fragrant, and the glow is flowing in the jade cup..."

Zhang Ning listened with great interest. She usually speaks in Mandarin, but the lyrics are still interesting in Wu language. I don’t know if it is because Yue Opera itself is nice or because it is very lyrical and beautiful when it comes to singing from her, but Zhang Ning also became very interested in this for a moment. He knew a little that the Wu Opera that she sang in some places in Nanjing at this time was not actually the Yue Opera in the strict sense, but can only be regarded as the category of Southern Opera.

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

At first, Zhang Ning was flirted with her twice and was still full of desire, but now she developed patience... Voice, talent, **, with love and desire, without having to do whatever she wants, patience may gain more pleasure; just like a small separation can beat a newlywed, just like lovesickness can bring tenderness to the heart. Zhang Ning also has to admit that only when she is in love and desire can she speak so many sweet words.

Seeing Zhang Ning nodding patiently and gentlely, Fang Ling smiled slightly. Perhaps in her eyes, Zhang Ning's youthfulness and stiffness in such an occasion had now improved.

"Spring rain, take the pipa." Fang Lingjiao called out, and her maid took the pipa for a while, still sitting in the corner to accompany her.

In this small building, there was no other person or other accompaniment instrument. Fang Ling didn't bother to change her clothes. She took a small folding fan nearby and took it in her hand. She moved her steps into several positions. Even if she was wearing a robe skirt, she really felt a bit like a scholar.

When the pipa sounded, she sang in a voice: "Happy to be poor, respectfully inherit the strict training, ten years of lights and blind dates. She hides stars in her chest, and sweeps thousands of troops. If you encounter the warm waves of peach blossoms, you will definitely return me to the dragon gate. My old age, and I will warm my quilt and fan my pillow, and follow the rules and dizzy..."

Zhang Ning understood a rough idea, and it seemed that he could sing a scholar, but Fang Ling sang it. It was because her mother was too gentle and charming, and her melodious sound was less serious and more playful.

A woman should be pretty and filial. She doesn't expect that her casual plain skirt today is unique in the carved windows and silks where she came out of the water. Her gentle and intimate movements make people feel so compassionate. Zhang Ning sounds very professional in the lyrics. Although she is a brothel woman, she is not simple. She can do everything in literature, epic, poetry, calligraphy and painting, and she can sing operas. Even the maids around her can play the pipa. She is really not a person who relies on her appearance. A simple shadow is graceful and charming in front of her eyes, and it is indescribable to the eyes.

After a while, the sound of the pipa did not stop, she put down the folding fan, walked over slowly, and asked in the tone of the narration of the opera lyrics: "Mr. Ping'an, can it still be heard?"

Zhang Ning pondered for a moment and sighed: "It's hard to express. In short, I really want to travel to Zhejiang and listen to the little lady there saying the soft words of Wudi."

"Isn't this a word?" Fang Ling chuckled with a "puff" and picked up the wine glass on the round table with his bare hands, fed it to Zhang Ning's mouth, and said gently, "Look at what you said nice things, I'll give you my reward."

"It smells so good!" Zhang Ning sniffed the fragrance from her hands with an intoxicated look on her face, calmly drank the wine she fed with, and then took the opportunity to naturally reach out and gently put it on her slender waist. Unexpectedly, Fang Ling did not escape this time, but instead snuggled over.

She turned around and gave a wink to the maid Chunyu, and the maid left tactfully. She was indeed a little girl who was not easy to attract attention. Zhang Ning still hasn't taken the time to see her appearance clearly.

Fang Ling sat on his lap again, and Zhang Ning felt his heart full of tenderness and was already drunk in the rich and tender land of tenderness. She twisted her waist and turned around to pour another glass of wine, "It's your turn." After that, she fed it into Zhang Ning's mouth again.

Zhang Ning thought to himself that she had just fed her to drink, but how did she say "It's your turn" this time? After thinking a little, she suddenly realized that she drank the wine into her mouth and did not swallow it, but put her mouth over. Fang Ling pursed her red lips, punched her pink fist on his chest, and said coquettishly, "You're getting good or bad." But she looked shy and presented the red lips. The wine pot was already cold after being put on the table for a long time, but now she was warming in Zhang Ning's mouth and slowly put it between Fang Ling's red lips and teeth.

While savoring, Zhang Ning's arm holding her waist tightened a little more, making her plump chest press against her body. Because the clothes were a little thick, she felt the soft touch as if it was scratching a tickling through the shoe. He smelled the fragrance of flowers on her body and the fragrance of her skin, and tried to imagine how soft the skin was under the clothes she felt on her hands.

After a long time, Fang Ling let go of his mouth, leaned his head gently on his shoulder and gasped slightly, "I have no strength to kiss you, so you can carry me over."

This is a study room, but there is a bed with a curtain hanging on it. Zhang Ning felt very abrupt and strange when he came back. Now he finally understood why there was a bed in the study room... He hugged the innocent beauty in his arms, and happened to see the thing he bought on the table, and blurted out, "Do you want to take that thing?" Fang Ling put his arms around his neck, his mouth was in his ear, and said softly: "It's up to you."

Zhang Ning's first experience in such a lustful life was really the first time he experienced in two lives.

He reached out and picked up the curtain, gently placed Fang Ling on the bed, looked left and right, moved the charcoal stove next to the table to the edge of the bed, and began to take off his clothes, quickly revealing his young naked body. Zhang Ning used to be a serious scholar, with no stature and strength at all. He was better than young and just mature, and his unfatted body had no fat, his arms, and his chest.

Fang Ling put his hand on his chest and said softly: "Don't be anxious, take your time, you should cherish the fragrance and jade..."

Zhang Ning nodded, swallowed a mouthful, and reached out to pull her belt nervously. Fang Ling looked at his face with a blurred look, "Are you doing this for the first time?"

The body is indeed uninformed. Zhang Ning thought about it and nodded. Fang Ling chuckled, and his eyes were exposed and he had already believed it, but he said, "A liar, even if you are not flirting with love, those little ladies will provoke you."

Zhang Ning remembered the small window at home and the scriptures in his heart, and said a fair word to Zhang Ning in the past: "If I were young and romantic, how could I win the list of honors in Nanzhili, a place where literary fortunes are prosperous?"

"Yes." Fang Ling nodded slightly. Zhang Ning didn't untie her belt for a long time. She untie it from the side of her waist by herself, and let the top slide off her shoulders lightly. The strapless inside was also white, wrapping with a bulging breast, "Lying down, I will serve you well."

"Do you want to see?" Fang Ling gently held his softness with his hands and asked him with a smile.

She really thought I had never seen a woman's body. Zhang Ning couldn't explain anything, so she had to pretend to be stupid, so she nodded and looked at her beautiful body. Her kneeling posture made the soft skin on her hips squeeze out several sexual wrinkles, which were extremely fleshy.

"I will take it off and show you wherever Mr. Ping'an wants 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. She lowered her head and gently removed her white bra. Then she saw the rabbit jump out lively, put her chest on Zhang Ning's mouth, and then reached out to hug his head, tremblingly, "Let's just hold it..."

Zhang Ning was dazzled and didn't know where he was, but what really made him unable to stop was not the shape and color of the jade rabbit, but her voice, her movements, gentle and elegant. Even if he said very explicit words and made very lewd actions, he was always a look of a daughter's act of tenderness and tenderness, without any vulgarity.

He was submerged in warmth and softness. He reached out and gently stroked her smooth and curved back, slowly downward, and couldn't help but insert his palm into the waist of her skirt, touching the hips of the popping hand, and a delicate moan was heard in his ears.

The curtain swayed a little, covering the sound of the tiny ropes of the skirt.

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