Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Yuanyuan View and Nvhong
Moonlight night.
Po Guan, behind the idol.
Beside the fire.
A beautiful woman with bright eyes, slightly drooped eyelids, lowered her head and had a pretty face.
Seeing that her lover finally looked at her, she stopped looking at Zhao Rong.
She was biting a red ribbon gently with her teeth, and a pair of lotus-rooted arms were raised, holding up three thousand black hair behind her head.
Zhao Rong suddenly stood up.
Su Xiaoxiao trembled slightly, but still didn't look at him, but her pretty face turned even redder.
Like a drop of red ink on the snow.
Zhao Rong walked up to her.
Her eyelashes trembled.
Zhao Rong suddenly raised his hand and scraped the tip of the beauty's nose, gently pulled the red ribbon between her lips, walked behind her and tied her hair.
Su Xiaoxiao, who had her head lowered, suddenly curled up the corners of her mouth and eyes.
behind her.
From Zhao Rong's angle, he could just take a look at Su Xiaoxiao's smooth jade back, with only two thin straps tied around Liu's waist.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but stare at the cute bow, just pull it slightly...
He swallowed and cursed the little fox secretly.
Zhao Rong shook his head.
"Don't tilt your head."
"oh"
She responded obediently.
Zhao Rong's fingers are covered with smooth hair, which is slightly cold to the touch, but feels excellent.
Su Xiaoxiao bit her lip and looked happily at the statue in front of her.
At a certain moment, she let out a light sigh.
"Zhao Lang, here...it seems like Yuanyuan Temple."
Zhao Rong asked casually, "What is Yuanyuan Guan?"
Su Xiaoxiao held up her jade fingers, looking at her family treasures.
"Yuanyuan Temple is also an uninhabited Taoist temple in Qiantang Mountain. It is round, just like here. Well, there are also statues of gods. The statue of Yuanyuan Temple is a goddess. I don’t know where the head of the statue here is.
Already..."
"Xiaoxiao was first enlightened in Yuanyuan Temple. It was also summer, and Yuanyuan Temple was just like Xiaoxiao's home. Xiaoxiao would clean it every few days and stay for one night. Well, it was just there.
The location is remote, and almost no one has been there. The only time he visited was that handsome scholar who came to Beijing to take the exam... Hey, Zhao Lang knocked on me. Why?"
Su Xiaoxiao puffed her mouth, opened her eyes wide, and sounded aggrieved, but there was a hint of cunning in her eyes.
After Zhao Rong heard a certain sentence, he gave her a chestnut.
"Are you thinking about other handsome scholars again? You stupid girl, you were quite brave at that time. You dared to take the initiative to flirt with others? Have you asked me?"
Su Xiaoxiao smiled brightly, "Zhao Lang, I didn't know you at that time, how could I ask you? At that time, Xiaoxiao wanted to find a good husband, but Zhao Lang never showed up, so he stupidly went to try. Besides,
The handsome scholar also ran away, and Xiaoxiao didn't talk to him. After that, Xiaoxiao never did such a thing again, but Xiaoxiao did meet many handsome scholars..."
Zhao Rong helped her tie up her black hair and looked at it with satisfaction.
Hearing this, he raised his hand and prepared to give her another chestnut, but the little girl had already jumped back to her body.
She raised her head, looked softly, and said softly:
"But in Xiaoxiao's eyes, none of them are as good-looking as Zhao Lang."
Zhao Rong's face turned red and he coughed: "Why am I so good-looking? Didn't you say I'm ordinary?"
"ah!"
The little girl threw herself into Zhao Rong's arms, her voice soft and soft, as if she had fallen into a cloud.
"Now people only think you are good-looking, you are good-looking. You are good-looking, Xiaoxiao just wants to see you..."
The beauty in my arms started to act coquettishly.
It seems like this is her first time acting like a spoiled child, as a lover.
Zhao Rong couldn't bear it, mainly because this girl was wearing cool clothes and was "bumping" in his arms intentionally or unintentionally.
This is also what Zhao Rong finds most attractive about Su Xiaoxiao.
Because she is usually innocent and naive, she occasionally behaves in a way that makes people angry, and you don’t know whether she does it intentionally or unintentionally. In addition, her grandmother, whom Zhao Rong has never met, calls her some weird things.
Zhao Rong had a headache, but... he was vaguely looking forward to it?
"How do I look good?"
When Su Xiaoxiao heard this, she immediately stopped twisting, raised her head in her lover's arms, stretched out her jade hand and carefully caressed Zhao Rong's face, sliding down all the way.
His sword eyebrows.
“It’s beautiful here.”
The corners of his eyes.
“It’s beautiful here.”
His nose is straight.
"It looks good here too."
And his raised lips.
"It looks better here."
Zhao Rong smiled and said: "Okay, okay, little flatterer."
"Kick-kick"
Su Xiaoxiao buried her little head in Zhao Rong's arms, feeling silly and happy.
Zhao Rong shook his head and carried her to the front of the statue.
Looking up, the statue is dilapidated, and it can be seen that it was once covered in red paint, and the missing head is now submerged by a beam of moonlight.
I turned around and looked at the moonlight. It turned out that it was coming in from a hole in the roof. Judging from the shape of the gap, it looked like a skylight with a man-made hole.
A small patch of eastern stars was exposed there.
Zhao Rong raised his head and looked at it for a while, then lowered his gaze.
After the statue was missing its head, Zhao Rong wouldn't have been able to recognize its gender if Su Xiao hadn't been a goddess.
Zhao Rong looked carefully and still couldn't see which Taoist deity it was.
The little girl said that Yuanyuan Temple was the first place she saw after understanding Qiling. Now that she and he have settled their relationship here, it seems quite fate...
Zhao Rong frowned: "Stupid girl, how did you find this place in the wilderness this afternoon?"
"Well, I thought you didn't want me anymore this afternoon. I was so dizzy at the time that I ran and ran. When I got tired, I ended up here... Zhao Rong, let's go warm up by the fire. I'm cold."
Su Xiaoxiao buried her head in Zhao Rong's arms, craving for warmth, and her voice was muffled.
Zhao Rong thought for a moment, nodded slightly, hugged her tightly, and returned to sit down by the fire.
Su Xiaoxiao hugged his waist, sat in his arms, and leaned against him.
The two were speechless for a moment.
After a while.
Seeing that Zhao Rong still didn't move, Su Xiaoxiao secretly raised her head and glanced at him.
I saw him staring at the fire in a daze.
Well, you still call Xiaoxiao stupid, you are also an idiot...
She was wearing cool clothes and was a little cold.
On the left is a blazing fire radiating heat, and on the right is a broad, strong and warm chest.
She made her choice without thinking.
Zhao Rong's expression suddenly changed, and he felt that his belt was secretly untied by a small hand.
At this time, he was only wearing a thin robe and nothing underneath...
Before he could react, the little fox demon in his arms suddenly opened his robe and hid it inside.
Two pairs of lotus-like jade hands hugged his waist tightly, and the jade body and his were closely together.
The rainbow-like arc was pressed very straight, and their hearts were very close.
This is true nephrite.
The tip of my nose is filled with the fragrant fragrance of her vagina.
Zhao Rong took a deep breath, hugged her, and still made no other movements.
"Hmm~"
Su Xiaoxiao made a few coquettish nasal noises, stretched out a plain hand as white as jade and as skin as gelatin, and reached for Zhao Rong's big hand.
Just as his fingertips touched it, Zhao Rong grabbed his hand in an instant.
Like a deer in the forest, Su Xiaoxiao shrank her little head, with a timid expression and delicate eyes. She looked up at her lover weakly, waiting for the punishment for making a mistake.
Zhao Rong let go of her slender wrist, gently held the catkins with both hands, lowered his head and looked at it carefully. Suddenly, he rubbed a few of her fingertips.
Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao opened her mouth slightly, her big and beautiful eyes blinking, her eyes darting back and forth on Zhao Rong's face and the hand she was holding.
Zhao Rong asked a strange question.
"Did you get pricked by a needle while embroidering the sachet?"
"Um."
Su Xiaoxiao's nasal voice was soft.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and gently sucked a few green-green fingertips.
Su Xiaoxiao smiled, her eyes overflowing with love.
Zhao Rong breathed for a while, then suddenly slurred his words:
"Wait a minute... I'll take you... to change the embroidery needle to play with."
Su Xiaoxiao was stunned.
He blinked, his eyes clear.
I don’t know what Lang is going to do, to investigate her female celebrity?
However, he nodded quickly and blankly.
Not long after.
Beside the fire was a large robe.
There were two people hiding inside.
A scholar, a little fox demon.
A certain bow was gently pulled.
The lotus embroidery follows a certain curved arc and falls silkily.
The night is getting deeper.
The moon is hidden in the clouds.
The light inside the barrier dimmed, and the flames danced silently.