Chapter 55: Jiu Jiucheng

"Okay!" Jing Hao heard the words very happy. He prepared a famous piano in the small study room. He was waiting for Jun Qing’s open heart to be willing to play a song. Unfortunately, he never heard it, let alone this. The sound of the jade.
Mu Hanzhang looked at the inexplicable Jingjing glance, but smiled helplessly, and put the sapphire on the pale lips.
Moonlight night is quiet, snoring, with some ancient feelings of bleakness. Xu slowly, like the wind through the forest; ups and downs, like the moon reflected Chengjiang.
Jing Hao did not understand the temperament, but this did not prevent him from understanding the song, because his eyes did not leave the bragging. The moonlight fell on the light blue gauze, and the long, lustrous hand pressed on the long jade, only that the hands were warmer than the jade.
The ripples in the river reflected the unparalleled face of the handsome, accompanied by the screaming sounds. Jingjing seemed to see a blue-colored phoenix, dancing under the moon, hovering in the forest, and skyrocketing 90,000 miles...
"How come?" The snoring came to an abrupt end, and Jing Hao was far from listening enough and dissatisfied.
Mu Hanzhang looked up at him: "What did you hear?"
"A green phoenix, skyrocketing, the clouds are thousands of miles, then?" Jing Emei, this feeling of listening to the story half is very uncomfortable.
Mu Hanzhang looked at him in surprise: "Can you hear so much?" This ancient song was passed down from ancient times. The content is difficult and difficult to understand. Don't say that it is a person who does not understand the temperament. I can hear so much.
Jing Hao did not expect that he actually heard the meaning, and could not help but smile: "The ancients are easy to get gold, the voice is difficult, if you meet the companion, even if you are a fisherman, you can understand it. I know it is not a song, but It’s the person who played the song.
Speaking of reaching out and picking up a pair of blue silk around his fingers.
Mu Hanzhang converges on the scorpion, and the handsome face in the moonlight is a little red: "So you know what the name is?"
Jing Hao scratched his head, how could he know? So, sitting down to his own king, laughing, holding the person into his arms, and plunging into one ear: "I guess it is "Feng Qiu Huang."
"Nonsense... Hey..." Mu Hanzhang gave him a glance, but he had blocked his lips before he finished.
Jing Hao was only a little taste, let him calm down and then slowly separated, reaching out to care for the cheeks of the arms, whispered: "There is a beautiful woman, seeing it. I don't see you in a day, thinking like crazy." The magnetic sound is like a humming sound, and it is very moving.
Mu Hanzhang looked at him quietly and smiled slowly: "This song is called "箫韶", there are nine chapters in ancient times, and now there are only three chapters."
It turned out to be a remnant, and Jing Hao nodded. No wonder I didn't finish it.
Seeing that he still does not open up, Mu Hanzhang reluctantly sighed: "Today is September 19."
September 19? Jing Hao suddenly widened his eyes, September 19, not his birth!
Since the death of his mother, in addition to the routine rewards in the palace, he really did not celebrate the birthday. The last generation has been fighting for many years. Until now, he himself does not remember the fact that he still has a birthday. It is difficult for his own Wang Hao to remember that he has not been forgotten to cook a bowl of longevity noodles.
"Jun Qing..." Jing Yan looked at the people in the arms, and today they all piled up together, and suddenly they made people feel mixed. For a time, they didn't know where to start.
"You are twenty years old today, and you can't come back to Beijing to give you a crown..." Mu Hanzhang's lips, the crown of the emperor is very important, and its grandness also determines the possibility of inheriting the throne, but Jing Hao has lost the right to inheritance, and it doesn't matter if it does not work.
"When I sealed the prince, I had already worn the crown," Jing Jing saw the pity in his eyes, and there was a warmth in his heart. "But I still have a missing word. It is better to take it." The royal family actually has no watch. The word, because the name of the royal family is basically no one, let alone the word. Let Jun clear one, that is, they are privately called to play.
Mu Hanzhang leaned in his arms and saw that he had no sad feelings. He secretly thought about himself and bent his eyes: "Yu Jiucheng, there is Fenglaiyi. It is better to call it ‘九箫’.

"Nine 箫..." Jing Yan carefully tasted the word.
箫韶 Jiucheng, there is Feng Laiyi. When the father and the mother gave him the name, he hoped that he would be the sacred song of the sacred god, bringing happiness to Dachen, instead of letting him do the dragon who competed for the throne. His future, when he was born, has already been set, and the father has sealed him as a king. Isn’t he reminding him? He has never been able to see through.
"How, but what did I say wrong?" Mu Hanzhang saw him with a sorrowful look. He couldn't help but feel nervous. He was also the source of speculation based on Jing Hao's name. I don't know where this word comes from. If it is mentioned Jing Jing What is sad is really worth the loss.
"No, the mother must have thought this way." Jing Xiao smiled and looked up at the moon in the sky. If there is a spirit in the sky, seeing what he is now, he will be very pleased.
The early autumn in the south is still as hot as midsummer, and the evening breeze is covered with an unknown flower, bringing a cool breeze. Jing Hao took a deep breath, and the people in his arms made so much for him. How can he not give some rewards? So he bowed his head and smiled and said to the human being: "In fact, I will brag."
"Is it?" Mu Hanzhang was amazed. Before, he had never heard of Cheng Wang still knowing the music. Looking at Jing Xiao’s unspeakable smile, he suspected, "You are not going to brag?"
"Is it bragging, try to know." Jing Hao seems to be very confident.
So, after a while...
"Well... this, this is... oh..." Mu Hanzhang sat on the stone and was forced to breathe and gasp.
Jing Hao looked up and chuckled: "How, how is the king's swearing?"
"You..." Looking at the person who was buried between his legs, Mu Hanzhang was so shocked that he could not speak. Those who are so proud will be willing to bow their heads for him and do things that should not be done for the husband!
Jing Yan kissed Xiao Junqing on the lips and held the cheeks on the cheeks. He gently placed him on the grass by the river: "If you can’t say good, wait until I blow this song and judge. ""
Mu Hanzhang slowly tightened the grass at hand, and this was reflected, they are by the river! It’s really embarrassing to do this and other things:
Don’t...here...ah...
The warmth of the package suddenly deepened, and he suddenly forced him to make a speech.
The starry sky in the eyes has become flickering and faint, and the feeling of the body seems to have increased several times in this silent wilderness. Mu Hanzhang never felt that this feeling was so clear, even if he knew it could be discovered at any time. But still can't help but want more.
Mu Hanzhang shivered and reached out and stroked the head between the legs. This kind of gentle treatment, the pity and love, all passed to his heart. At this moment, there is only one thought left in my mind, I want him, I want to integrate with him.
"Small spoon..."
Hearing the call of the person under him, Jing Hao stopped the action, climbed up and kissed his face, but was accidentally hooked his neck! Jun Qing, is this, active?
God knows that Jingyi, who had planned to have an addiction, has been gently hooked up to the soul. Suddenly caught the half-open and half-closed lips and kissed him up, but still kept a trace of reason to tell him that there were injuries in the arms of the people, and they could not do too much.
"The wound is a little painful, you lightly..." Mu Hanzhang bit his ear, whispering, he didn't know what happened to him, maybe Jing Hao's affection tonight made him feel uncomfortable, perhaps today's chaos He wants to wash away the memories in his mind, or maybe his own heart wants to do this...
The age of blood and blood, , how can you stand up to this kind of ear?
Jing Hao heard this, and if he persisted, he would not be a man!
Take out a small walnut-sized box from the waist and open it. The familiar fragrance will spread out.
Mu Hanzhang saw that he actually carried this kind of thing with him, and glared at him with a red face.
The cool paste was slowly spread, Jingjing skillfully found the cute point, pressed and kneaded, and leaned over at the same time, once again containing the Xiaojunqing who was left out, and the person under the soft became a spring water, only to stop Under the development of the action, grabbed the narrow waist and rushed in.
Mu Hanzhang bites his lip and bears the pain and comfort. Even though the wound on his shoulder hurts, even though the grass under his body is not as soft as the bed, he feels that this is the most happy time for him for so long. It seems to have broken away from all kinds of shackles and is compatible with pure hearts.
Smell the smell of grass, through the moonlight can see every expression of the person in the arms, the brows of the brow, the tears of the eyelids, the lower lip biting the teeth, the pink body, even The soft silk on the shoulders, everything is beautiful, and Jing Hao can't help but speed up the movement.
After a long time, Jing Hao came back from this heart-warming love. He calmly kissed the people who were still shaking, slowly retreating, naturally causing a series of shattered contempt. .

Would the wound hurt?
It was simply cleaned up with the river. Jingyu sat on the grass and took the man into his arms, taking apart the soft silk on his shoulder.
"Fortunately..." Mu Hanzhang was so weak and weak, leaning against him lazily.
"It's awful, it's still bleeding." Jing Yan looked at the wound that had not yet completely crusted and began to seep and bleed. He suddenly repented and hugged the person in the arms to go back to the camp.
"So I switched to that medicine, and in a few days I pulled out the bumps and said that I couldn't break it apart," Mu Hanzhang said on the wide shoulders, drowsy, so tossed down, even if the wound hurts, he can sleep. I made a small yawn with some nasal sounds. "Return to the military clerk, lest you be seen tomorrow."
Jing Yan heard the words, think about the tiger tiger in the account of the king. If he should not go, he will turn to the military account. There is also medicine in the account. Jing Hao put the person on the bed and went to find the jade bottle: "I will paint this in the evening, and see the situation tomorrow." He is not willing to give Junqing the medicine, the wound is so Deep, how much pain should you use?
Everything was silent, and the noise in the camp had completely disappeared, leaving only the footsteps of the patrol guards and the sound of insects.
A black shadow quietly sneaked out of the king's account, squatting, scorning the lower corner of the curtain, silently rushing forward, going to the bed, taking the dagger in the mouth, suddenly leaping, toward the bed 狠狠The ground stabbed down... empty! The man was shocked and was about to retreat. He was suddenly thrown into a hand by a sharp object, thinking that he was in an ambush and could not help but scream.
"Who!" The guards patrolling here suddenly rushed in, and the torch illumined the entire tent, reflecting the panicked spurs and reflecting the small hairs in the quilt.
"Wow!" Xiao Huang was quite dissatisfied with the person who woke him up. He yelled at him and squatted down and licked the claws.
The author has something to say: during the river crab, it can only be like this ~ coughing ~ even if it is such meat, still keep a low-key ~ don't say it~嘘~~~~Previous chapter←chapter directory→Next chapter