Fifteen, sesame seeds on cherry lips

When he was having sex with the Lin sisters until late at night, Zhou Xuan returned to his residence. This was a single-door courtyard with rockery and rockery, surrounded by long corridors, and bamboos, wax and plums. Even in this lonely and cold season, it did not seem bleak. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he smelled the faint fragrance of plum blossoms in the cold air.

The lights in the wooden building were warm and red in the night, and the sound of the flute was clear and clear. It was the little frown playing the flute. Zhou Xuan stood downstairs alone and listened for a while, thinking about which five lyrics to record for Li Yu?

Don’t think that time-traveling and plagiarizing poetry is a simple thing, but it is also very brain-consuming. This time I have to deal with it, but the famous talented emperor Li Yu in history. I have to be fully prepared.

Smelling the plum blossom and listening to the Ye Di, Zhou Xuan suddenly clenched his fists, "Huohuohuo" made continuous boxing movements, laughing three times, climbing the stairs, he thought of a good word, and Li Yu had to summon him when he saw it.

There are two-story wooden buildings, Zhou Xuan lives on the ground floor, and Yang Xiaopin is on the second floor, surrounding the corridor of the building, with vermilion railings and hollowed-out wooden windows. The thin window lattice reflects the black silhouette of Yang Xiaopin in the room, and the shadow of the flute raising his arms is so beautiful!

Zhou Xuan had the idea of ​​a prank, and smiled and picked up a small stone, aimed it at the door of the second floor Yang Xiaopin's room, and a "snatch" sound was very loud.

The sound of flute in Meidri stopped immediately. Soon, the door opened, and the candlelight in the room shone into the corridor. Yang Xiaopin did not come out, and the door was not closed.

Zhou Xuan waited downstairs for a while, but he was still not as patient as this little family. In terms of quiet skills, Yang Xiaopin was the best.

Zhou Xuan coughed and called out, "Little Chou."

Yang Xiaopin then walked to the corridor, held the railing and looked down. His hair was windy and misty, and his hair was as graceful as a fairy.

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "I'm throwing a stone to ask for directions-I'll wait for you to find you, wait for me."

Zhou Xuan pushed open the empty door and entered his room. A white glaze lamp was on the table in front of the bed. The wick was dimmed and the curtain was hanging down.

Zhou Xuan lifted the tent and saw Xiaoqian sleeping on his bed, not sleeping deeply. He woke up when he heard the sound, rubbed his eyes and sat up, and said, "My son-in-law is back. The bed is very warm. Xiaoqian goes back to the bed."

The little girl was very cute. Zhou Xuan held her down and said, "Don't get up, the bed is cold, you can sleep here first. I'll have something to do when I go to the sheep girl?"

Xiaoqian immediately woke up and stopped rubbing her eyes, asking, "It's so late, what else does my son-in-law have to do?"

Zhou Xuan only found it funny. This girl was even tighter than Que'er, and said, "Of course there is something wrong. In order to continue eating, drinking and having fun, for Jiangzhou and Tang State, my son-in-law worked hard!" After that, he took him upstairs.

There was no one inside and outside the Yang Xiaopin's room. A flute was placed on several tables. When he entered the room, he saw the tent hanging down and shouted: "Xiaopin--"

The embroidered couch tent responded softly.

Zhou Xuan said: "Hey, I said I had something to look for you, why did you go to bed!" Suddenly, he woke up and smiled, "Do you think I was going to bed with you? Who do you think your young master is like? Do I feel that lustful?" He said in a grand manner. Asking for yourself, it is indeed lustful.

Yang Xiaofen's face was flushed, she stretched out her legs and got out of bed. Her dress was not taken off, but her hair was disbanded, her hair was covered with black hair spread on her shoulders, and the ends of her hair were hanging straight to her waist and hips. Her soft curves were extremely attractive.

Zhou Xuan just said that he was not lustful, so he had to say seriously: "Xiaopin, please help me record a few lyrics. My calligraphy is not good. This is to be submitted to the emperor for reading. Also, I have a new lyrics. This lyrics are created by me and there is no music. You compiled a song for me and taught me to sing them well."

The sheep frown said "um" and followed Zhou Xuan to the outside room. He tiled the silver lamp and spread out the pink flower-washing paper. He ground a inkstone with thick ink made by the famous craftsman Li Tinggui. His slender fingers were like onions, his white wrists were like jade, and he held a tube of rosewood center sheep hair, tilted his head and looked at Zhou Xuan, with bright eyes and white teeth, pretty and lovely.

Zhou Xuan said: "Little Pin, first record the 'a new song of Huanxisha' in the 'a glass of wine'."

After Yang Xiaopin finished writing, Zhou Xuan said: "The second verse is "Qingpingle" - a small red note, which tells all the business, the wild geese are in the clouds and fish are in the water, and the feelings are hard to send. The setting sun leans on the west building alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook. The face of the people is unknown, and the green waves are still flowing eastward.

Like "A song of new lyrics and wine, one cup", this lyrics are both excellent works by Yan Shu, the prime minister of poetry. This way, it shows that the lyrics are unified.

"The third chapter is "The Crying of the Night" - Going to the west building alone without words, the moon is like a hook, the lonely sycamore tree, the deep courtyard is locked in the clear autumn; it cannot be cut and still messy, it is the sorrow of parting, and it has a unique feeling in my heart."

This poem was written by Li Yu in the later lyrics. Without separation, Li Yu cannot write such a poem now. As a poet, Li Yu must have been reduced to a higher level, but who would like to leave a name for poetry for eternity and his country will be destroyed and his family will be destroyed!

Zhou Xuan and Yang Xiaopin finished writing, and recited the fourth verse:

"Nan Gezi" - a phoenix bun with golden mud belt, a dragon pattern and jade palm comb, and smiles at the window. I love to paint the thrush without any depth. I have been snuggling the pen for a long time, and I have tried to draw flowers. I have been hindering my embroidery skills. I asked the word "mandarin duck" how to make a book? "

This is Ouyang Xiu's erotic poem about the fragrance of the boudoir, which the romantic emperor Li Yu should appreciate.

When Yang Xiaopin finished copying this poem, he looked at Zhou Xuan with great enthusiasm. This erotic poem was very contagious to the girl Huaichun.

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "There are four verses. This last verse is my new work, called "Anxiang". I just heard you cross your hands when I was playing the flute downstairs. You can listen--" Just as I was about to recite, I suddenly heard the subtle footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door. If it weren't for the quiet night, I wouldn't be able to hear it, but it could be seen that I was tiptoing.

"Funnel, come in!" Zhou Xuan shouted softly in anger.

The door that was hidden was pushed open with a "creak" sound. The little girl stood at the door wearing a green jacket, with a pair of thin trousers and barefoot shoes on her lower body.

Zhou Xuan was really angry and funny, and pretended to be angry and said, "Xiaoqian, what are you doing? Are you a spy?"

Xiaoqian's eyes were curved into two crescent moons and said with a smile: "Qunnel is here to send me a midnight snack to my son-in-law." He stretched out his hand behind him, and was a porcelain plate containing the Jinling specialty snacks "Toad Cake" and "Scallion Oil Pancake".

Zhou Xuan didn't expect that Xiaoqian was quite cunning and used this to cover her. He really couldn't do anything to her and said, "Thank you, go back to sleep quickly, don't catch a cold, the goddess doctor didn't come with her."

Xiaoqian said: "Okay, my son-in-law should also take a break early. Miss Que'er told me not to let my son-in-law stay up late. Staying up late hurts my body. Xiaoqian will warm the bed for my son-in-law if he goes down."

Zhou Xuan said: "Okay, I know, I'll get off to sleep after I finish my work."

The little girl then glanced at Yang Xiaofen, who was writing, and took her to the door and downstairs.

Zhou Xuan looked back at Yang Xiaofen with a smile on his lips, and was quite teasing, and couldn't help but laugh with self-deprecatingly: "I'm afraid of a girl!"

Yang Xiaopin lowered his head, took the pen and dipped it ink, and prepared to record Zhou Xuan's new lyrics.

Zhou Xuanyin said: "The Strange Scent - the old moonlight shines on me, how many times does it shine on me, playing the flute beside the plum blossoms, calling out the jade man, no matter whether it is cold or picking. He Xun is getting farther away now, and forgets the spring breeze. But it is strange that the sparse flowers outside the bamboo, the fragrance is cold into the jade mat. The river country is silent. I sigh and send the road far away, and the snow at night has just accumulated. The green priest is easy to cry, and the red calyx is silent and remembers each other. I remember the place where I joined hands, thousands of trees pressed down, and the West Lake is cold and green. I will blow it all over again, when will I see it?"

After Yang Xiaopin finished recording, he looked at Zhou Xuan calmly, and his eyes showed a look of admiration.

Zhou Xuan plagiarized from the Northern Song Dynasty to the Southern Song Dynasty and said without changing his expression: "Xiao Pin, you are proficient in music. I will work harder tonight. I will compose this lyrics into songs. I will use it."

Yang Xiaopin responded: "Yes." He took the bamboo flute and played it intermittently, and he was very incoherent. He often was stunned at the lyrics written by "Danxiang".

Zhou Xuan knew that she was using a flute song. Seeing her beautiful eyebrows slightly frowning and concentrating, he thought to himself: "I recite poems and lyrics and open my mouth, but it's too difficult for Xiaopin to compose songs immediately!" He said: "Xiaopin, don't worry, you can compose songs tomorrow."

Yang Xiaopin shook his head, feeling that his arms were raised high on the flute and he was a little tired, so he changed to a purple bamboo flute and blew it "woosh".

On a cold night in early spring, the cold wind rustled outside the house, the copper stove charcoal inside the house was slightly red, and the warm feeling was like light wine and tea, which was very warm.

Zhou Xuan sat next to Yang Xiaopin, watching her lip sucking her flute, without listening to the sound of the flute, her posture was very beautiful. I remembered that I had never painted a picture of Yang Xiaopin, and one day I would draw a "painting of a jade man playing the flute" for her. As I thought about it, I thought of it from the extremely elegant to the extremely obscene scene.

Zhou Xuan was bored and used his fingers to play with Yang Xiaopin's hair. He suddenly had a whim: "One day will I perm my big wavy curly hair for Xiaopin, haha." After all, there is no perming equipment in this era. If you use the most primitive perming method of heating iron rods, you will be so sorry that Yang Xiaopin's hair is so spoiled.

The third update was over and the fourth update was approaching. Yang Xiaofen showed joy on his face, and looked at Zhou Xuan and said, "Okay."

Zhou Xuan almost dozed off, and then he was excited and said happily: "Okay? That's great. Thank you for your hard work. Come on, eat a piece of toad cake first." He put a piece of toad cake with a bamboo stick in the porcelain plate and handed it to his mouth.

Yang Xiaopin wanted to shake her head. The toad cake had already touched her lips, so she had to open her mouth and bite her a little bit.

Zhou Xuan said: "Eat all."

The sheep shook her head.

Zhou Xuan stuffed the toad cake into his mouth and ate it. He also stared at Yang Xiaopin's cherry lips with a smile. Seeing that there were a few sesame seeds on his tender and bright red lips, he was about to shamelessly approaching and eating the sesame seeds, Yang Xiaopin had already taken out his handkerchief and wiped it clean.

Zhou Xuan said: "Xiao Pin, please sing it to me, and I will learn to sing from you again."

Yang Xiaopin found a handful of Little Ruan, held it in his arms and stroked it, opened his mouth, spoke a sweet voice, and started singing.

Yang Xiaopin refused to say anything, but she sang aloud. After singing the song "Sanxiang", Zhou Xuan praised: "Okay, it's ten thousand times stronger than Sha Baoliang, so nice!"

Yang Xiaopin opened his wonderful eyes wide, wondering who Sha Baoliang was?

He let out another word, and Zhou Xuan concealed it: "It's a singer in my Australian country--" and let Yang Xiaopin teach him to sing this song "Dark Fragrance".

Yang Xiaopin taught him a sentence, Zhou Xuan sang one, one with a delicate voice, and the other with a thick voice.

Zhou Xuan was not very attentive. The teacher was too beautiful and affected students' learning. After teaching it six or seven times, Zhou Xuan could barely sing it. This ancient song was not as catchy as the popular songs in later generations.

After the fourth update, Zhou Xuan said: "It's very late, you can rest. I will teach me a few more times tomorrow morning."

Yang Xiaopin glanced at Zhou Xuan, then quickly lowered her head.

Zhou Xuan held her face, kissed her lips, and smiled and said, "It's too late, you can't mess around anymore. Hey, there is still a little girl staring at her, another day, another day."

That little family can't raise his head even more.

Zhou Xuan returned to the room downstairs with a smile and closed the door. Seeing that the cumin on the big bed was sleeping soundly, she couldn't bear to wake her up, so she went to the small bed to sleep by herself, and fell asleep after falling asleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was already dawn. Xiao Xun stood at the head of the bed and said embarrassedly: "Son-in-law, Xiao Xun fell asleep all of a sudden. Why didn't my son-in-law wake me up?"

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "It's okay, I don't have to warm my quilt in the future. I'm kidding with you, you sleep with you."

After Zhou Xuan washed up, he went upstairs to learn "Danxiang" from Yang Xiaopin twice, and then put away the Huanhua note that copied the five lyrics. When he went downstairs, he saw the three cynical and the four cynical were waiting for him in high spirits.

"Master, let me play the first game of today's chess club." The four mysterious people have a strong desire to fight.

Zhou Xuan said: "No, Mr. Gu must appear on the first game. The 18th National Congress of the Communist Party of China. Why don't you let your cousin miss the first game, and you can do it?"

The three fools are chess fools, and they are not willing to give in and remain silent.

Zhou Xuan advised: "The fourth brother, you can't play this first game. To be honest, among the four of us, you have the weakest chess skills. You can only wait until the old gentleman is in poor energy. You can watch the first few games. You can watch more games for masters and you can play chess."

The four fools were not convinced. He was indeed the one who lost the most among the four people for a few days when they fought on the ship.

A servant hurriedly said, "Mr. Zhou, the Eastern Palace has sent someone. The inner supervisor said that he was an old friend of Mr. Zhou."
Chapter completed!