"Uh! No. I'm such a rough guy, how can I dare to dislike Miss Shi Yu?" Meng Xinghe was a little at a loss. If he would dislike such a beautiful woman, then his vision is really wrong. Compared with the mediocre people outside
Zhisufen, Miss Shi Yu, is like a narcissus in the mud, noble and pure.
It's not that Meng Xinghe had never seen a woman in his previous life, it was just that he had never seen such an unforgettable woman. Since he didn't adapt for a while, he was inevitably at a loss like Brother Chu.
Miss Shi Yu is also funny. Meng Hualiu, who dominates the romantic scene in Taoyuan County, actually has a weak side. It seems that he is not as lustful as the rumors. Did I misjudge him before? Miss Shi Yu couldn't help but think about it.
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Meng Xinghe was not someone who had never seen the world before. After a brief pause, he strolled into Miss Shi Yu's boudoir.
"Huan'er! Show tea to Mr. Meng!" Miss Shi Yu stood up from her warm tent, held her slender figure, and sat in front of the Eight Immortals table in the boudoir, lowering her eyebrows and humming softly.
Her white clothes tied up her body, which highlighted her slender and slim figure. Under the candlelight, her fair face glowed with a pure red light. A pair of water-cut eyes, under the curved willow-leaf eyebrows, seemed to have thousands of eyes.
A thousand words can be said. If looks could kill, then Meng Xinghe would undoubtedly have been killed millions of times at this moment.
No matter which direction you look at it, Miss Shi Yu's beautiful and elegant face will always be reflected in your mind. If she had not fallen into prostitution, then she must have been a lady raised in a boudoir, embroidering and cutting paper all day long.
Meng Xinghe tried to avoid Miss Shi Yu's gaze many times, but finally couldn't control it and took a few secret glances. If it weren't for the good moral quality in his heart, he might become an animal that thinks with its lower body.
When the two of them looked at each other speechless, Huan'er brought the tea, along with many sweets and a bottle of wine.
"Mr. Meng, please!" Miss Shi Yu said politely.
"Are you drinking? Or tea?" Master Meng asked weakly. He was already drunk downstairs. If he were asked to drink now, it would undoubtedly increase his hormones. He couldn't guarantee that he would drink alcohol.
Under the influence of the drug, he would not make stupid mistakes when facing a fragrant beauty. Therefore, Master Meng politely picked up the teacup and took a small sip.
Miss Shi Yu pursed her lips and smiled, "Mr. Meng is really joking, of course we are drinking tea." After she said this, her ears turned red, and she said shyly: "Huan'er, please step aside!"
"Yes, Miss!" Huan'er retreated wisely and closed the door. Only two young men, Master Meng and Miss Shi Yu, were left in the room, and the atmosphere suddenly became very dull.
"Bo!"
The sound of red candles bursting could be heard faintly. The two sat silently for a long time, neither of them opening up the topic first.
Meng Xinghe stretched his waist. Could it be that being Miss Shi Yu's guest means sitting quietly with her until dawn? He couldn't tolerate such a cruel method, and he was thinking about how to find an excuse to go out.
He looked around with an embarrassed expression. It was already late at night outside, and the candlelight flickered in and out, and there was no life. If staying up late to accompany a beautiful woman who was sought after by everyone was a blessing, he would rather go back to sleep than to
Happy now.
"Yes!" Master Meng's voice was deep. Miss Shi Yu saw that he couldn't bear the loneliness and seemed to want to take action. Her heart was pounding, and her originally red face suddenly went up several levels and turned red.
There was a hint of shyness.
"Meng, Meng, Master Meng, do you want to go to bed now?" Miss Shi Yu asked in a low voice. She secretly made up her mind and made some necessary preparations.
"Yes! It's been a tiring day and it's time to go to bed!" Master Meng said generously. He really wanted to go to bed. He didn't expect that Miss Shi Yu was so considerate and wanted to let him go.
He was secretly happy in his heart, but he didn't know that Miss Shi Yu, biting her teeth lightly, seemed to have made up her mind and said solemnly: "Then, then, I will serve the young master to bed."
Miss Shi Yu whispered softly, he was serving, and he was simply satisfied. When she said the word "serve", with her delicate hands, she gently unbuttoned the top few buttons of her robe, vaguely revealing the red underneath.
A corner of the bellyband.
Condensed jade and snow, endless spring! Meng Xinghe sighed with emotion, Miss Shi Yu's skin is so white and flawless, it is refreshing.
"No!" Master Meng immediately walked out of the scene. "She is taking off her clothes!" Master Meng's first reaction was that he was about to become a colored wolf. God? I am a good citizen, from elementary school to university every year.
If you win the Three Best Student Award, please don’t end up laughing!
Meng Xinghe never had the ambition to look down on Miss Shi Yu from the beginning to the end, but he knew that this woman actually looked down upon him in front of him.
"It's so unreasonable, I'm not ready yet!" Master Meng shouted fervently in his heart. Now he finally understood the meaning of being a guest, which is to possess a woman's first night!
"Absolutely a temptation! The temptation of nakedness!" Master Meng is proud of being a man. For this reason, he has lamented countless times that the greatest advantage of feudal society is that as a man, you don't have to worry about whether you can get first-hand goods, because
Most of them are original goods and absolutely genuine.
superior?
Not on?
Master Meng silently counted in his mind. Facts have proved that those who are Liu Xiahui will definitely regret it, and those who are followers will be despised by others.
He is not a gentleman, nor is he Liu Xiahui. As a young man who grew up under the red flag, was born in the Central Committee of the Party, and has the Eight Honors and Eight Disgraces in his heart, Meng Xinghe still has his own principles in doing things. A woman in the world of love, that is not the body.
Like Piaoxu, today's youth is exchanged for tomorrow's yellow flowers. Once the body is broken, the value will plummet. Besides, Meng Xinghe is not a person who relies on his lower body. Even if he takes advantage of his innocence tonight
What can I do to compensate for my body in the future? Furthermore, Miss Shi Yu is too young to sacrifice her virginity for a poetry competition. Unless she has something to hide, the advantage will not be his. Meng Xinghe
occupy.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that there was something fishy about this matter. Meng Xinghe said softly: "Miss Shi Yu, please stop, I don't mean what you think!"
At the critical moment, who knew that Meng Hualiu, who was usually lustful, transformed into a very righteous warrior. Miss Shi Yu had just taken off her clothes halfway when she suddenly heard Master Meng stop. She stopped what she was doing nervously and looked up.
When she went there, seeing that there was no trace of blasphemy in Meng Xinghe's eyes, she whispered: "Don't you think the young master likes Shi Yu?" At this time, even taking off his clothes, Master Meng actually asked to stop, how can you ask this girl to endure this?
How can I save my face if I am tortured by the clock?
Don’t like you? I’m blind! Although Meng Xinghe’s aesthetic sense is not the best, he also knows that Miss Shi Yu is absolutely beautiful no matter where you look at her. He doesn’t like you. It can only be said that his IQ is too low.
Meng Xinghe didn't know how to refuse. Fortunately, he saw a guzheng placed in the corner of the room. He immediately made an excuse for himself: "Miss Shi Yu also likes to play guzheng?"
Speaking of guzheng, Meng Xinghe also thought of his college girlfriend. He practiced guzheng with her for two years at the Weiming Lake, so he unknowingly became a classical music lover.
"Guzheng?" Miss Shi Yu arranged her clothes. She was disheveled in front of Meng Xinghe just now, and her usual nobility was completely gone. When Meng Xinghe talked about guzheng, she actually pursed her lips and smiled and said: "Guzheng? This is really a guzheng.
What a good name!" She read carefully: "Mr. Meng is unaware that this thing is a musical instrument popular in my hometown, called "Jin Se".
"Jinse?" Meng Xinghe thought for a moment, "So it's called 'Jinse'! Are there fifty strings on it?"
"Not that many! The best jinse only has more than 40 strings." Miss Shi Yu explained. Seeing that Master Meng seemed to be more interested in the jinse in front of her than in herself, she felt a sense of loss.
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"Miss Shi Yu, can you play a piece of music for me using the "Jin Se"?" Young Master Meng had no interest in women and was actually interested in a "Jin Se". He carefully compared the "Jin Se" in front of him.
I really discovered the difference between "Jin Se" and Guzheng. I was curious and wanted to listen to a piece played by "Jin Se".
Miss Shi Yu was not surprised that Meng Hualiu suddenly became less lustful and started to like "Jinse" again. She just felt that Meng Xinghe in front of her had changed a lot after returning home for a few months, and she was no longer as frivolous as before. Originally
She was ready to devote herself tonight, but now Meng Xinghe didn't seem to have that intention, so she was naturally happy. When she heard that Meng Xinghe wanted to hear the music played by "Jinse", she would certainly try her best to satisfy him.
Miss Shi Yu came to the "Jin Se" and slowly lowered her hands. A beautiful piece of music was played, sometimes brisk and sometimes deep. The sound was richer than the guzheng, and it sounded very shocking.
In the beautiful classical style, Meng Xinghe's release seems to have returned to the dawn by the Weiming Lake. It was a time worth remembering, the happiest and most leisurely day in life.
The past is gone, and another thousand years have passed in this world. Meng Xinghe looked back sadly, and Miss Shi Yu actually cast her eyes on him and refused to let go for a long time. The hands that fell on the brocade robe wandered back and forth, with no intention of stopping.
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I don’t know how long Miss Shi Yu played, and most of the pair of red and tall candles in the room were burned out. Only then did Miss Shi Yu stop her movements, looked along the window, and saw Meng Xinghe lying on the Eight Immortals table.
, already asleep.
Seeing that Master Meng was as calm as a child, Miss Shi Yu actually smiled, and the sadness hidden in her heart disappeared. Then she found a mink fur coat from nowhere, covered Master Meng gently, and sat down
At the Eight Immortals table, he held his chin and carefully took out a piece of rice paper from Master Meng's hand.
Her movements were very gentle and did not wake up Master Meng at all.
Taking out the rice paper, the vigorous and powerful fonts on it had long since dried, leaving only a few lines of large characters.
Miss Shi Yu held up the rice paper and glanced at the content on it. Suddenly she frowned slightly and stared blankly at the night outside the window, speechless.
"There are fifty mysteries for no reason in the brocade, one mystical and one pillar reflecting the past."
~Zhuang Sheng is fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looks forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
~The moon in the sea has tears in its pearls, and the sun in Nantian is warm and jade produces smoke.
~This feeling can be remembered later, but I was at a loss at the time.”