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Chapter 22

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    His ears turned red in an instant, and he turned his head with a sullen face, leaning against the wall, not saying a word.

    Wen Qian first asked in a low voice, "What's the matter", and then moved to the window curiously, but Yang Jin failed to hold her back, and the beautiful and beautiful scenes in the room had a panoramic view.

    She raised her eyebrows, and said a little unexpectedly: "I'm in good spirits." While speaking, she glanced to the side and found that Yang Jin folded his arms and frowned uncomfortably. He pursed his lips and deliberately teased him: "Red  The mandarin ducks lie under the silk tent, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night such a rare picture, Mr. Yang, do you really not want to see it?"

    He didn't buy it: "Don't watch it."

    "If you don't want to watch it, then I will watch it myself." Just as I was about to poke my head over, Yang Jin dragged her back.

    "What are you doing?" Wen Qian was displeased.

    "Don't look at it either." He scolded with a gloomy face, "How decent is a girl's family!"

    She made room for him, "Then you are not a girl, look?"

    ""

    Wen Qian pouted at him, "If you don't watch it yourself and let others watch it, it's unreasonable."

    Yang Jin had no choice but to loosen his hands, turned his face away, "It's up to you."

    Amused by his expression, Wen Qian couldn't hold back her laughter, but she refused to let him go easily. While observing him carefully, she still didn't forget to tell him, "Well this girl has a pretty good figure, with a white waist and a white waist.  Slender, exquisite figure, long legs, buttocks are quite good. The skin is so tender, I can't think of fifteen, and the hand strength will leave marks Oh, I turned over!"

    Yang Jin: ""

    Yuemo was cooperating with her words, the movement in the room was getting louder and more intense, and the turbid breathing and groaning/groaning gradually reached the peak. The strange thing is that the voices of these two people sounded very clear, unlike  It was Murong Hongwen.

    He was turning his head to ask Wen Qian, when he accidentally saw her side face illuminated by the candlelight, with delicate smiling eyes, her limbs stiffened involuntarily.

    Almost at the same time, the pair of star eyes turned and met him directly.

    It was already too late when Yang Jin wanted to dodge, but when he saw Wen Qian's smile, he knew something was wrong

    Sure enough, she posted it persistently.

    "Why, this sounds distracting?"

    He was slightly annoyed: "Who is distracted."

    Wen Qian smiled and said, "Then what did you see me do?"

    "I don't."

    "Sophistry!"

    Just as he was about to argue, he suddenly heard the girl in the room scream, Wen Qian hurriedly dismissed him, and eagerly went over to have a look.

    Yang Jin: ""

    She laughed while watching, tsk tut and shook her head: "It's still a little kid, his hands and feet are neither light nor heavy" Suddenly she was surprised, "Strange, isn't this the little boy from the juggling class before?"

    Hearing these words, Yang Jin finally turned around: "Isn't Murong Hongwen in the room?"

    "How could it be him? Don't even think about how old he is" Wen Qian slightly stretched his neck, "The man is the one who somersaulted on stage today, is the woman I don't know him, but I see the one on the ground  Clothes, like servants in the mansion."

    "anything else?"

    "And" She glanced around the room, and suddenly saw something, and her face immediately became strange.

    Noticing that there was a change in her expression, Yang Jin hesitated and said, "What?" As he spoke, the man had already leaned over.

    Wen Qian frowned deeply, her tone was a little conflicted, and her thoughts of joking with him before suddenly sank, "Murong Hongwen, sit by the side."

    After a pause, he added, "It seems to be watching."

    This description was really puzzling and surprising, and Yang Jin followed her to spy on the situation in the room without hesitation.

    On the carved babu bed, naked men and women are still entangled endlessly, while on the grand teacher's chair not far from the bed, Murong Hongwen watched this scene expressionlessly. He was still dressed as before, but his outer robe was no longer  He took it off, rested his index finger on the armrest, and shook his right leg rhythmically, with no obvious waves in his expression.

    At this moment, Wen Qian felt nauseated, she just leaned against the wall and said nothing, but her mood was surging like a thousand waves.

    I didn't want Yang Jin to lean against the window, staring at it with a serious face, without blinking.

    Seeing this, she couldn't help but slander: She shouted not to look at it before, but now she looks at it more seriously than anyone else. Men are indeed beasts

    "Do you smell anything?"

    ? Yang Jin suddenly looked towards this side, she endured??.

    Although there was a cool breeze blowing on his face from time to time, the restless heat did not dissipate. He raised his arm to cover his forehead and let out a low sigh.

    Wen Qian looked at him silently for a while, then leaned over, gently pressed her cold palm on his cheek, and remained motionless.

    *

    When Yang Jin woke up, his mind was clear.

    The moon was still bright in the sky, and it may have been more than half an hour before and after, fearing that the delay would be too long, the two stopped arguing, and hurriedly untied and tidied up.

    On the way back, Wen Qian kept hooking her waist, as if looking for something in the surrounding grass.

    Yang Jin looked sideways: "Did you lose something?"

    "No." She pushed aside a weeping willow that blocked her view, "I'm looking for Haitang."

    It's almost late autumn, and even the hosta that blooms in this season are very few withered, and there are mostly golden chrysanthemums and camellias on the ground.

    Wen Qian explained: "Although Murong Hongwen said that he looks good, I don't want to disappoint Tang Po, after all, it is her wish for many years. If there are crabapples planted in this village, I think she will feel better." Or maybe it is in my heart.  will feel better.

    All the way back to the water pavilion without any success, but Murong Hongwen sat down on his seat, as if he had been watching for a long time.  Wen Qian saw that he was talking to a young scholar, and his demeanor was quite like an elder, so he couldn't help pasting the words "clothed beast" from head to toe for him.

    The stage was singing "Looking for Dreams" from "The Peony Pavilion", Wen Qian carefully walked around from behind.

    "for my slow return to rest and linger, I heard that it is not as good as returning to heaven in the evening of spring"

    As Hua Dan of the troupe spoke softly, there was actually a voice humming softly along with it. Out of curiosity, Wen Qian stopped and looked at that person¡ª¡ª

    Familiar face, it is the old follower.

    He was still wearing the coarse clothes, leaning against the tree with his hands tucked in, his old eyes narrowed, and he shook his head intoxicated and hummed.

    Wen Qian couldn't help laughing: "Old man, you are so sentimental, and you still like to listen to opera?"

    The elder opened his eyelids leisurely, maybe he wanted to refute her, but after seeing Qing Wenqian's attire, he finally frowned and shook his head helplessly: "Didn't I persuade you to wear more clothes?"  Young people nowadays, really" He waved his hand and stopped talking.

    Wen Qian was confused by what he heard, so she simply avoided him and went to find Tang Po.

    The front stage sang in an orderly manner, but the backstage was already extremely busy. She asked several people back and forth before finding the old lady Tang who was secretly drinking in the corner.

    Wen Qian whispered to her ear and told her the ins and outs.

    The latter stared blankly for a while holding the jug, and asked drunkenly, "Mr. Gui Hong can't lift anything?" Then he smiled understandingly, "he is a scholar, not very strong, and he  It's normal, you should take it easy."

    ""

    After the chicken and the duck talked, Wen Qian felt that the old people in the world were really difficult to take care of. He was pulling his junior sister to pour her sober soup when the servants of Murong's mansion suddenly squeezed in from the crowd.  , salute her respectfully.

    "Miss Wen, our master is here to invite you." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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