The crows hide in the poplar flowers, and you stay in your concubine's house when you are drunk.
The description of this poem by Li Shixian is very obscure, but in general the meaning is the same - a man got drunk and stayed at a woman's house.
A beautiful woman and a talented drunkard stayed in a room in the middle of the night, wondering on their heels what would happen.
Yan Murong felt that unlike Li Bai, he did not stay at Teng Xiangling's house, but only stayed on her bed.
Feeling the hot and delicate body of the beauty in his arms, Yan Murong was a little proud - he lasted for ten minutes this time, which was something to be proud of.
"You are my woman." Yan Murong hugged Teng Xiangling's plump and boneless body and whispered in her ear.
Yes, she is his woman. Teng Xiangling moved her tired body slightly, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.
"You have a wife." Teng Xiangling thought for a long time before he came up with such a sentence to deal with it.
"Didn't you say that it's okay to be a mistress?" Yan Murong asked shamelessly.
Men are like this, eating what's in the bowl, looking at what's in the basin, and thinking about what's in the pot.
Even if someone said a few polite words, he would take it seriously ----- It's not okay to not take it seriously. Yan Murong also knew that he and Su Qingwu were at loggerheads in their lives. It would be impossible to get a divorce, and his family would not allow him to do this.
Dry.
"Are you going to do this to me?" Teng Xiangling asked. Even if she said she was just a lover, she might not think so in her heart.
What woman doesn’t want to have complete love? And what woman is willing to share a man with another woman?
Yan Murong is not the emperor, nor is she a concubine in the harem.
"I'm joking." Yan Murong heard the indifference, grievance and a little bit of unwillingness in Teng Xiangling's words, and said quickly. "I really want to marry you---the problem is, I have already
get married."
"Men are all like this." Teng Xiangling leaned into Yan Murong's arms, and she found that she was somewhat dependent on Yan Murong.
"I'm not." Yan Murong said defensively. "I am a very responsible person. Although I can't marry you, you are still my woman after all - just say that I have no status, as long as you know."
Hearing Yan Murong's words, Teng Xiangling felt a little better in her heart - it didn't matter whether she had status or status, what was important was that Yan Murong acknowledged it.
"Are you going to tell her about our relationship?" Teng Xiangling asked tentatively. She didn't expect anything else, she just wanted to hear Yan Murong's answer.
"I'll tell her when I get back to Yanjing."
Teng Xiangling didn't speak, but the sound of steady breathing came from the darkness - she was asleep.
If I go to bed early and get up early, I will be in good health and the world will envy me that I am happy and carefree.
After sleeping all night with Teng Xiangling in his arms, Yan Murong felt more peaceful than ever before, and suddenly remembered these two lines of poetry written by someone unknown to encourage his return.
"Um."
The beautiful woman in her arms was touched by Yan Murong's movement, and she murmured. Yan Murong immediately felt that the little Murong under him was standing proudly again.
"It's something that doesn't live up to expectations." Yan Murong looked down and said to himself. "I just ate meat last night, and I wanted to eat meat again this morning."
"What did you say?" Teng Xiangling asked drowsily, looking sideways at Yan Murong with sleepy eyes. "Let's sleep a little longer."
Yan Murong smiled bitterly ----- He really wanted to sleep, but he had to sleep.
He grabbed the cell phone on the bedside table and looked at it. It was just past six o'clock, and because of his biological clock, he just woke up.
We weren't in the mountains now, and the old man wouldn't come with a cane to wake him up. Instead, Yan Murong got into the bed again, and his hands became unruly and began to roam around Teng Xiangling's back and chest.
This kind of thing, once you experience it personally, you will never forget it and become addicted.
"Don't make trouble." Without opening her eyes, Teng Xiangling took away Yan Murong's mischievous hand on her chest, protected the two plump breasts with one hand, and continued to sleep.
Otherwise, men are all mean. They are born with this meanness in their bones. The more you don't let him do something, he will do it.
Following the gap between the arm and the chest, one of Yan Murong's hands climbed up to the top of Teng Xiangling's chest again, pinching it with the left and right, and then he felt the two small stones on the mountain peak standing quietly.
"Let's do some morning exercises?" Yan Murong whispered in Teng Xiangling's ear.
"Don't make trouble, I want to sleep." Teng Xiangling patted Yan Murong's hand away again and said.
"I didn't make a fuss - you were the one who got hard."
"Fart." Teng Xiangling turned around and said angrily. "If you don't tease me, will I react?"
Yan Murong didn't care who teased whom. Seeing that Teng Xiang was getting up, he pulled her over and started what he called morning exercises regardless of whether she agreed or not.
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"Uncle Chen, it's up to you this time." Liang Zhengtao looked at Chen Hanqing sitting across from his desk and frowned.
"How is the situation now?" Chen Hanqing asked in a deep voice.
"Last night between seven and nine o'clock, two more patients were diagnosed." Liang Zhengtao said. "Now the village has been isolated. Preliminarily, it seems that it is caused by some kind of infectious disease."
"Not sure yet?"
"No." Liang Zhengtao said. "Starting from the day before yesterday, including the two patients yesterday, there are seven patients in total. At first, it was just diarrhea and vomiting. They thought they had eaten something to upset their stomachs, so they didn't take it seriously -
---But every few hours, the body begins to lose strength, and then blood spots are found on parts of the body, and then they begin to fester.”
"Have you been quarantined?" Chen Hanqing asked.
"Isolated." Liang Zhengtao said worriedly. "It's just that the medical conditions there are limited. All we can do now is observation - I'll wait until you arrive to make any calculations."
"Who else is going but me?"
"It has been tentatively decided that you will be the leader of this expert group, along with Vice President Tang Mingdong of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Professor Kang Hui of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Union Hospital - and also, let Yan Murong go too."
"Is it all Chinese medicine?" Chen Hanqing asked doubtfully.
"No, there are still three Western doctors, but they haven't arrived yet. They will probably arrive in the evening."
"Okay, then when do we set off?"
"Leave early tomorrow morning."
"What?" Chen Hanqing was stunned and asked. "What about the Chinese medicine seminar?"
"There is still time." Liang Zhengtao smiled bitterly. "I thought it was not a big deal at first, but now it seems that it is really not a big deal."
"Well, let me call Yan Murong first. He is in Suzhou and Hangzhou now. He said he would be back tonight."