Li Twelve Niang chased after Li Siye, and the two of them walked together in the flower garden. When there was no one around, she quietly stretched out her hand to hold Li Siye's arm. Li Siye struggled a few times but couldn't get away, so he just let it go.
She did.
Twelve Niang pursed her lips and smiled, holding his arms with both hands. The pony and cart raised their heads and pulled him forward, passing through the shade of two cattail trees.
Li Siye suddenly looked through the gap between the branches and leaves and saw a short, fat man in purple robe holding a whisk in his hand in the flower garden in the distance, leading a man in a bright yellow robe to walk forward.
With quick eyesight and quick hands, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Twelve Niang, pressed her shoulders and squatted down: "Squat down quickly, don't let that old pervert see you!"
Twelve Niang quietly squatted in front of Li Siye, gently raised her head, glanced through the leaves, then drew back her neck and whispered in Li Siye's ear: "That's the saint."
"you know?"
"Of course, Twelve Mothers often followed Master into the palace when she was young."
Li Siye alertly raised his ears to listen to the noise in the distance. Unfortunately, there was no conversation between the two people, only the rustle of their robes passing through the grass. The Twelve Niang put her face close to Li Siye's chest, seeming to be listening.
The sound of a strong heart beating from her chest. Thinking of what Li Siye had just said, she felt secretly proud and put her palm into the right hem of his crotch-less robe.
"Hey, don't move your hands or feet."
The two people walked to the door of the monastery. The emperor gently pushed open the next door and stepped sideways in. Gao Lishi covered the door outside, put the fly whisk on his arms and stood with his back against the door leaf, squinting his eyes and looking at the flowers around him.
hastily.
"do not move."
Li Siye put his arms around her back. Twelve Niang leaned forward and naturally pressed into his arms. She could hear her heartbeat more clearly. With a sweet smile on her face, she raised her head to look at his chin.
There were only a few sparse and shallow whiskers, but she wanted to grab them with her hands.
Si Yelang patted her shoulder, pushed her away, and took her hand and whispered: "Let's go, don't get up, and move out slowly while squatting."
Her white fingers hooked Li Siye's thick knuckles, and the two held hands quietly against the flower bed, moving slowly on the ground step by step. Gao Lishi raised his eyes to see the flowers and plants in full view, and simply closed his eyes to relax.
The two of them finally moved out of the moon cave door, and then they dared to stand up with their waist bent. Li Twelve Niang felt the soles of her feet were numb, and she put her hands on her waist and stretched out her arms to hug Li Siye.
"There's someone here, what are you doing?"
She smiled bitterly and murmured: "Li Lang, I'm numb."
Li Siye suddenly felt ashamed: "Hey, tell me everything, what is numbness? How can a daughter say numbness to a man? You just said that your feet are numb."
He dragged her out without temper. If there was a Kun Dao around him, he would deliberately keep away from her. Once she was out of sight, Twelve Niang came closer again and asked shyly in a low voice: "What did you just say?"
What does that sentence mean?"
"That sentence?"
"That's right."
"How do I know which sentence it is?"
"That is, why are you afraid that I will be seen by the saint."
Li Siye sensed Twelve Niang's sensitive and subtle analysis, and quickly explained: "You will be punished for disturbing the Holy Master. I don't want both of us to be punished? Is it wrong?"
"No," Twelfth Mother stared into Li Siye's eyes, as if the truth was clearly revealed, and the joy in her expression became more and more unbearable: "You are afraid that I will be seen by the saint, and you are afraid that I will be taken to the palace and raped by the saint.
Princess, that’s what you think.”
Li Siye innocently spread his hands and said, "Are you willing to be taken into the palace and become one of the three thousand beauties in the harem? I don't know, I thought you were unwilling."
Li Twelve Niang came close to him, put her hands on his chest and raised her chin. Under her long eyelashes, her eyes flashed with half resentment, but half shyness. In this wave of light, there was the shadow of Li Siye, pure,
It was cool but never hesitant. She asked him: "If I am willing to enter the palace, will you let me go?"
Li Siye was speechless. He raised his head and looked at the black-tiled wall. The romantic emperor was less than sixty feet away in a straight line. He did not dare to take such a risk. It is easy for women to become angry and impulsive when doing such a test.
Why should you be so stupid to ruin your youth with just one sentence? If you say this, you will regret it and feel a dull pain in your heart.
Just treat it as a lie.
"No," Li Siye lowered his head and said, "Don't make such a joke."
"I'm not joking." Twelve Niang pursed her lips tightly and asked him: "Besides you, it's the palace, which one do you want me to choose?"
"Tell me." Twelve Niang stood on tiptoes and breathed like orchid into his ear: "Twelve Niang is twenty years old. You can no longer wait, and you will never hesitate or regret. You have to make a decision."
Li Siye was at a loss as to what to do. Do things between men and women need to be so exciting?
She held the back of his neck with both hands and stood on tiptoes as if she could just reach him. She closed her beautiful eyes tightly and waited for his judgment.
"Say it."
"Don't be like this, don't risk your life."
"I'm not angry," Twelve Niang shook her head with a childish look on her face and said, "If you don't marry me, I can only enter the palace and will not make the third choice."
"You," Li Siye said with a dry throat, "don't enter the palace."
"I knew I was right." Li Twelve smiled with her eyes closed, a swirl of laughter forming on the side of her mouth, and the corners of her eyes moistened into Li Siye's arms. She reached out and held Li Siye's strong cheeks.
Stand on tiptoes...
Li Siye stretched out his hand to push her away, pressed her shoulders with both hands, and hummed while holding back his anger: "I'm just soft-hearted. I don't want you to enter the palace and become a caged bird. Don't push yourself too far. That's it for today. Goodbye."
He turned around and quickly escaped from her, taking dozens of strides. When he was about to reach the door of the Taoist temple, he suddenly remembered something, turned around immediately, and said loudly to Twelve Niangs standing in the shade: "That's it.
Stay in shape and don’t get fat.”
After saying that, he staggered forward for two steps, turned around, crossed the threshold, staggered, and walked out holding on to the door panel.
Li Twelve Niang covered her hot cheeks and burst into laughter. She suddenly covered her mouth with the back of her hand, wiped her eyes with her right hand, squatted on the ground and started to cry.
Aunt Gongsun's figure blocked the sun. She stood in front of her holding a whisk in her hand. She lowered her head and looked at her disciple fondly and anxiously. She looked at the whisk in her hand again and sighed: "An old whisk, two
With just one stupid word, I stole you away from my teacher. Sure enough, if my daughter's family is interested, they will be as cheap as old things."
Twelve Niang raised her head, her face was full of pear blossoms, and her mouth seemed aggrieved but she said happily: "Master..."
Aunt Gongsun stepped forward, took out a silk scarf from her arms and wiped the tears on her face.
"That's all, that's all."
…
Li Siye got rid of Taizhen Temple and walked quickly on the tree-lined path. When he looked back, the Taoist temple gate with blue tiles and red pillars was already hidden in the depths of the trees. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief and leaned against it.
A birch tree said with lingering fear: "My dear, I never thought that women in the Tang Dynasty could be so difficult to deal with."
He shook his robe and continued to move forward, murmuring: "The Twelve Mothers look weak but are strong in heart. They dare to love and hate. They dare to break through the barriers of feudal society and pursue the happiness and love they want. This is
A positive teaching material worthy of praise. But why is it that the male protagonist in this teaching material is me?"
He finally understood why it was said that women chased men through thick and thin. If this situation continued, even if he was unwilling, he would be able to expose it himself.
What's more, Li Twelve Niang is very beautiful. Although she is not as beautiful as Yang Yuhuan, who can conquer the country, she is much better than the so-called bucket-waist beauties in Chang'an City. Why should he be so demanding and wait for his heart to move?
Where is the person you love?
But in his last life, he had never been in a vigorous relationship. His days were as dull as water, training, boxing, and going home to watch TV. Who dares to imagine that the union between him and his girlfriend, well, should be called his ex-girlfriend, is also
It’s just a material process like you have a house, I have a car, you have savings, let’s just stay together.
Fortunately, this marriage has not yet begun, and he has changed time and space to come here. Is the current entanglement with Li Twelve Niang any different from the previous days? It seems not.
He took two steps forward, suddenly turned around, looked at the Taoist temple hidden in the green, and whispered: "There is a difference. For Li Twelve Niang, this is a vigorous love."