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The autumn wind blows, the leaves sway, and the fine dust is picked up and scattered in the air, gradually flying away.

On the ground, fine pieces of dead grass swayed with the direction of the wind, and the dry grass clippings were swept into the air, mixed with the dry air, and fell on the shoulders of pedestrians.

On the outskirts of Beijing, in the Weiran Pavilion, a figure belonging to the night descended from the sky.

"National Preceptor."

The man in black knelt down on one knee and saluted the man standing against the railing.

The man in silver-gray clothes seemed to be still immersed in the unique desolate scenery of autumn. It took him a while to come back to his senses, turned around and looked at the man kneeling half a meter away.

"Shang, it's you!" The face, unstained by the smoke and smoke of the world, was calm and peaceful, and the unruffled gaze did not change because of the sudden appearance of the man. Even the compassionate smile at the corner of his mouth never faded. But

His tone was slightly different from usual. It seemed that the man he had replaced as Shang in front of him was like a familiar friend, slightly casual.

Looking up at the otherworldly man who made people dare not look at him, the man in black silently read his name in his heart, Zi Chen. Then he quickly retracted his thoughts, sorted out his mood, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, covering his eyes.

At that moment of change, he said in a serious voice: "National Master, Ling Chen is standing outside to ask for an audience."

"He's here again?"

"Yes, it's been three days."

Zi Chen brushed away the grass clippings on his shoulders and hummed indifferently, "Same as yesterday, go back! I won't see you."

After saying that, he turned back, stood where he was, and looked into the distance.

The calm gaze is bottomless, revealing wisdom, and is even more vast when reflected by the half-covered moonlight.

Behind him, the man in black saluted again, replied, and stood up at the same time, looking for Zi Chen's eyes. No matter how good his night market skills were, he could only see a small courtyard over there, with two people outside the courtyard wall.

There is a cherry tree, but the courtyard door is always closed, and it seems to have been locked. Look at the old and even rotten plaque, which shows the growth rings of the years. It is extremely depressed, and no one must have lived there for many years!

It's just an empty courtyard, nothing special.

But why does the Imperial Master always like to stare at which show?

When did it start? It seems that since arriving in the paddock, the Imperial Master has been coming here often. No matter day or night, whenever he comes, he likes to stand in this pavilion and look towards the yard over there. He once wanted to suggest that the Imperial Master go in and take a look.

Look, this sentence has never been uttered by the exporting country.

And Prime Minister Ling seemed to like running here too. However, he came here to see the Imperial Master. The purpose was unknown, but he was extremely persistent, as if he would not give up until he saw him. For three days in a row, every night,

I have to come here to see the Imperial Preceptor once, but every time I am rejected by the Imperial Preceptor...

"Still not going? It wouldn't be good if Ling Xiang waited."

It was that faint, but very quiet voice that floated in the wind again.

The man in black, who was thinking about things freely, suddenly trembled and suddenly became serious. He quickly raised his head and looked at him. After just one glance, he lowered his eyes and saluted respectfully and solemnly. "My subordinate, this is the moment.

Go." After saying that, he stood up, jumped up, and disappeared into the night.

A withered yellow leaf comes with the wind, carrying a faint fragrance.

It landed in the pavilion and happened to float next to the gray-soled soap boots.

Zi Chen lowered his head and glanced at the leaves, his eyes flashed slightly, then he knelt down and picked up the fallen leaf.

There are still special ink marks left on the unfolded and curled leaves, which are written with the character "Han" in a compiled form.

A cold light flashed through his eyes.

Zi Chen raised his head and looked to the opposite side.

On the low wall of the abandoned courtyard, a black shadow screen blending into the night stood. The clothes were flying like an phantom, but the golden mask stood out in the night.

Their eyes met, but in the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared into the night, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

But Zi Chen knew clearly that this was not an illusion, but a real existence.

For three days in a row, the fallen leaves with a unique smell that happened to fall next to him must have been sent by him. But why did they all have only one word, and they were all the words in the names of children he was familiar with?

Could it be that he... some terrible thoughts suddenly flashed into his mind.

The man who had always been otherworldly in his impression also had a change of human touch on his face. A complicated and suffocating look flashed through his eyes as vast as the starry sky. Zi Chen held the fallen leaf tightly, and his heart was secretly determined.

One thing, when I let go of my hand, the dry leaves had turned into powder and fell with the wind.

The moonlight fell on his shoulders and reflected in his eyes, adding a touch of silver to those eyes and softening the sharp color in his eyes. The clothes were fluttering, and Zi Chen, who had recovered as before, stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes still focused on that place.

In the closed courtyard, he whispered to himself - "Mingzhu, what should I do. For... our children."

*

On the other side, there is a beautiful scene in the red tent.

It's like the warmth of spring in March, against the coldness of early autumn outside the tent.

The low breathing and moaning, accompanied by the creaking of the bed board, are enough to make people think of an extremely wild love from an auditory perspective.

After taking off the burden, Ling Zihan just wants to indulge.

With her clothes off, she sat astride Xuanyuan Huang, kissed his face carefully, tracing the lines that belonged to him with the tip of her tongue.

Yaran's face turned red with embarrassment, but her instinct drove her to ask for a kiss.

Full forehead, angular cheeks, high bridge of nose, gorgeous and plump lips, smooth chin, neck, beating chest... The kiss slid all the way down, following his touch, and responded with the most intense kiss.

enthusiasm.

Touching with warmth.

That's the most primitive**.

They are attracted to each other, but they torture each other.

With a suffocation, Ling Zihan's kiss suddenly stopped.

The hand that happened to wander to her waist slowly hooked her waist.

moment--

clingy.

The low, hoarse moans have not yet come out.

Xuanyuan Huang had already hooked her neck, captured her delicate lips, and swallowed her honey-sweet vagina, including that charming moan.

Licking her lips gently, soothing her discomfort.

At the same time, he took control and supported her delicate body.

…

He kissed Ling Zihan's forehead gently, and when his lips left, Ling Zihan opened her eyes.

A pair of misty peach blossom eyes were staring at him.

Naked temptation.

No matter how controlling a man is, he cannot withstand such a temptation. Moreover, men are born to be hungry beasts. At this moment, he is no doubt like a hungry wolf. He can't wait to press down the little thing pressing him and devour her.

Only when every ounce of energy is put into the belly can one be willing to do so.

It is true that he has self-control, but he doesn't think he has that good self-control when it comes to her. Perhaps it's because subconsciously, he instinctively believes that she is his and belongs exclusively to him.

"Qingqing, is it okay?"

Seeing her frowning, Xuanyuan Huang was really reluctant to let go.

She was afraid that if she continued, she would feel even worse.

With fluttering eyelashes, Ling Zihan did not answer him, but slowly leaned down and sealed his lips without any explanation.

Respond with a passionate kiss.

His raw skills provoked him into an almost crazy offensive.

To occupy, to explore, to explore...

His lips were as hot as his breasts.

It burned her last sanity and enveloped her like a ball of flame, not allowing her any chance to be distracted.

Reason was more presumptuous than before, holding the gorgeous brocade silk under his body with both hands.

Fiery entanglement.

The suffocating pain is sublimated into joy, as if everything is forbidden, even the air expands into a kind of happiness.

Although it is short-lived, it is like a falling meteor.

But Ling Zihan does not regret her choice. A lifetime is long enough.

The moonlight rises high, and shallow breathing and rapid breathing can be heard from inside the tent.

The early autumn night, with its colorful fallen leaves, may not be romantic or warm enough, but for them, even if it is dull, as long as they love each other, everything is enough.

And it was on such a night that the two of them became one again after the wedding night.

In my ears, there is a melancholy low hoarse moan, tenderness and wildness intertwined, becoming a fatal entanglement that will last a lifetime.
To be continued...