People always say that when the moon is dark and the wind is high, there will be evil spirits.
It's late at night now.
A scholar who lost his way on a night trip.
Following behind a young woman with big breasts and plump buttocks.
The two approached one after the other.
The scholar was completely obsessed at first sight. He went out in the middle of the night and met someone, and she was a frail young woman, but he didn't notice anything was wrong.
The young woman walked in front.
Those two plump buttocks were looming under the dress, forming a peach shape. The peach buttocks twisted and twisted, making the man fascinated and his heart itching.
These legs are incredible.
It can pinch someone to death.
The lost scholar was almost dizzy.
He quickly lowered his head with a blushing face.
The scholar who looked like he was bowing his head in a serious manner, soon quietly raised his eyes to peek at the graceful back of the young lady, and then hurriedly lowered his head again, fearing that the young lady would find out that he was peeking at her back.
I, Ma Jingwen, am a gentleman.
In ancient times, there was a gentleman named Liu Xiahui who was calm in his arms. How could I, Ma Jingwen, weaken the character of a scholar? I should also learn from the uprightness of a gentleman and be calm in my arms.
The scholar was so uncomfortable that he bowed his waist slightly...
However, even if you lower your head, it seems that the air is filled with the woman's unique body fragrance. One whiff makes you feel unbearably itchy, as if there are thousands of ants crawling around in your heart, and you can't help but look up secretly.
Take a peek at the little lady walking in front...
Look at the peach buttocks that are faintly visible under the dress.
He thought of a fruit that only ripens in September and October.
September and October are when peaches are ripe and most juicy, fleshy and delicious. The peaches in this season taste the most watery.
Just one bite will fill your face with sweet juice.
Unlike the green and astringent fruits that are not yet ripe, they taste dry and have no moisture at all.
Eating makes teeth sore.
It was tasteless after just two bites.
The young woman was walking in front of her. She seemed to feel the burning gaze behind her. She turned her head and looked behind her, and found the woodcutter who was staring at her graceful back.
Immediately Xia Fei's cheeks glowed.
He glared at the scholars with annoyance.
This look back at me was so charming and angry, I really looked back at Bai Meisheng, those peach blossom eyes are naturally charming and capable of seducing the soul of a man.
"Sir, the inn run by my father is right in front and will be there soon. Some of the young masters got lost at night. They can stay at the inn run by my father for one night. During the day, my father will send them to the inn to find the official road and continue on their way.
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The delicate young woman's pair of peach blossom eyes, with water-cut autumn pupils that seemed to be able to speak, were so watery that they looked pitiful and fragile in the cold wind.
The scholar peeked at the married woman's back and was caught on the spot. The scholar lowered his head hurriedly, holding the folding fan in his fists and lowered his head in a cautious manner: "Ye Niang is too polite. There must be many young men disturbing Ye Niang and Ye Niang tonight."
My father is right. My greedy little donkey got lost, causing me to get lost on the road. I even left my luggage on the little donkey and lost it. Now I am penniless, hungry and cold. If I hadn't happened to go into the city at night.
Ye Niang, you are rushing home to buy medicine, I'm afraid I will have to sleep on the roadside tonight."
"I am a helpless scholar who sleeps alone in the wilderness late at night in the middle of nowhere. If I encounter any jackals, tigers or leopards at night, I am afraid that I will be buried in the belly of the beast and I will not be able to see tomorrow.
The sun is shining.”
The delicate young woman was walking in the future. Her pair of talkative peach blossom eyes looked at the scholar with tears in her eyes and said: "Young master is too modest."
"Since I was a child, I have admired scholars who have read books, have poems and books, and are well-educated. My biggest wish in this life is to marry a talented scholar."
"It's a pity that Ye Niang is just an ordinary little girl with a short life. She married into an ordinary family and met with misfortune. Her husband died unexpectedly less than two months after getting married. Now she is left with a ruined body and can only return to her hometown to accompany her in the new year.
Now that things are over, my father, who has passed away and is seriously ill, should do his best to be filial to his children."
As the young woman spoke, her eyes were red and she was about to cry.
The scholar who was originally blushing and looking down embarrassed to look at the young woman, now raised his head with compassion and hurriedly comforted the young woman: "Mother Ye, you don't need to belittle yourself, how can you be a wasted flower and a willow? Mother Ye, you are so beautiful, you are a niche student."
The most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, the most beautiful oiran in any prefecture, or the most talented woman in Wuzhou Prefecture, are all not one ten thousandth as beautiful as you, Madam Ye."
"Mother Ye, you are not only beautiful, but also kind-hearted. You even walked a day to the city to buy medicine for your old father. This kind of filial piety is rare in this life. Mother Ye, please don't belittle yourself like this again."
"Others can't discover your beauty, Mother Ye, because they are blind. They are all vulgar people who look at others with dog eyes. There are many good men in the world, and there will always be people who discover your beauty, Mother Ye."
The scholar spoke very eagerly.
I'm worried that the other person will really have uncontrollable thoughts.
After listening to the scholar's words, the young woman was immediately moved. Her peach blossom eyes were gleaming and moved as she looked at the scholar: "Mother Ye, I really have a young master. Are you saying that so well?"
The scholar mustered up his courage this time, looked directly at the little widow in front of him, and nodded firmly.
The young woman Ye Niang's cheeks are flying: "It is said that those who have read are the best at talking, and their tongues are as eloquent as lotus. There are many rich ladies and beauties who cannot escape the mouths of scholars."
As Ye Niang spoke, she glanced at the scholar with a naturally charming look, and those charming eyes would take away the souls of all men in the world.
The two of them were walking and talking, when a fire appeared in front of their eyes, and an inn appeared on the roadside.
This is a small inn for ordinary people.
The inn is not big.
It is a two-story building.
There is a small stable with an earthen wall in the front yard. The earthen wall is made of straw and mud, and has an earthy yellow color with a strong earthy smell.
There is a flag banner standing in front of the earthen wall yard. The long banner is black and has the name of the inn written on it——
Yuanyanglou Inn.
"Chang'an Avenue is narrow and sloping, with green oxen and BMWs with seven-scented carriages. Jade chariots cross the main hall, and golden whips come to the Hou family. Dragons hold treasures to cover the morning sun, phoenixes spit tassels to carry the sunset. Hundred-foot hairsprings compete around the tree, and a group of beauties
Birds are singing and flowers are singing together. Bees are playing with butterflies on the side of thousands of doors. Green trees and silver terraces are of thousands of colors. There are acacia trees at the intersection of the road and windows, and the two bridges are connected with phoenix wings..."
"The Liang family's painting pavilion rises from the middle of the sky, and the golden stems of Emperor Han's clouds stand straight outward."
"Looking at each other in front of the building but not knowing each other, but meeting each other on the street and knowing each other?"
"I'd like to ask Xiang Ziyan, who plays the flute, that he once spent his youth learning to dance."
"If you have achieved success, why should you die? I would like to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals."
The scholar held a folding fan in the palm of his hand and stood in front of the inn door, shaking his head and reciting an impromptu poem: "Yuanyang Tower, this name is so good, I hope to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals! This inn's name is so wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"
The young lady Ye Niang listened to the scholar reciting poems and composing poems, and her peach blossom eyes became even more watery: "Young Master is so ridiculous. My father just opened an ordinary inn, and I just picked this name casually."
"I would like to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals..."
"No wonder people in the world say that scholars are all under the literary and musical stars, with great talent. The young master casually said a poem, and the more Ye Niang chewed on it, the more she realized that the artistic conception in this poem has many twists and turns."
Perhaps because of Ye Niang's praise, the scholar laughed out loud, and then at Ye Niang's invitation, the two of them prepared to enter the inn.
Just when he was about to enter the earthen wall of the inn that was full of earthy smell, the scholar suddenly paused slightly and looked up in a certain direction with a suspicious expression on his face.
"What's wrong, sir?"
"But does the inn my father opened dissatisfy the young master?"
Ye Niangjiao stood pitifully at the door of the earth-walled courtyard, shivering in the cold wind, her voice was soft and heartbroken.
Melancholy hangs on those beautiful willow eyebrows.
Seeing Ye Niang's frown and sadness, the scholar knew that Ye Niang had misunderstood him. He stepped forward and hurriedly entered the courtyard and explained hastily: "Ye Niang has misunderstood Xiaosheng. How could Xiaosheng dislike Ye Niang and this inn?"
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Afterwards, the two entered the inn.
The voices of Ye Niang and other people could be heard faintly in the inn.
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To be continued...