Chapter 572: The late autumn in India...

On a moonlit night, the lights were dim, and the lights were as sparse as the starry sky under the bright moon, but they gave people a sense of tranquility. Liang Pengfei's thick voice stopped again. Looking up, he saw the intoxicated face of Shuxiang. Under the light, the warm red lips were so beautiful, but outside the pavilion was shrouded in a piece of moonlight, quiet and elegant deep and shallow black, coupled with such a delicate beauty with makeup, makes people feel a sense of shock that is touching the world.

"The beautiful banshee is leisurely, and the road to picking mulberry trees is slowly and the leaves are so graceful." For some reason, Liang Pengfei, a hooligan who had only the yellow jokes in his mind, had no reason to say such an ancient poem in his mind, and subconsciously recited it in a low voice.

"Is it because I saw the beauty and my character and emotional intelligence exploded?" Liang Pengfei couldn't help but say proudly.

"Isn't this Cao Zhi's "Beauty Chapter"?" Hearing Liang Pengfei's low and thick chanting, Wang Shuxiang's beautiful eyes flowed, and a faint sweetness surged into his heart. Although many people have praised his beautiful appearance, and some even wrote poems for it, Liang Pengfei only recited such a sentence that is incorrect in the text, um... it should be a poem with the wrong time and place, but it can only be a part of Wang Shuxiang's heart. It only shows that women will become a little bit when they are in love, and they cannot be said to be stupid. It can only be said that in their eyes, even if the beloved man gives them a dog-tail grass to himself, they can make them feel sweet.

"Cao Zhi's Beauty Chapter?" Liang Pengfei blinked and then remembered that a few days ago, he seemed to hear another talented woman in his family, Pan Bingjie, had read Cao Zhi's poem.

"Sutra, did your father tell you what he said this time? Or did he want you to go back to Yangzhou first?" Liang Pengfei was afraid that this young literary woman who was well-read in poetry and books would talk to him about poetry and songs, so he quickly changed the topic so that he would not be able to come to Taiwan for a while.

"No, my dad didn't say..." After hearing Liang Pengfei's question, Wang Shuxiang began to blush and her heart beat again.

"Damn, I can't stand it anymore. It's not my style to keep going like this." Liang Pengfei felt that he would be so irritable, and he was afraid that he would be like Liu Xiahui, so he simply stood up and walked to Wang Shuxiang's side.

This action scared Wang Shuxiang and couldn't help but raise his head nervously to look at Liang Pengfei.

"Well, why did you say... I apologize to you about Guangxiao Temple." Liang Pengfei looked at Wang Shuxiang's pretty face and took a deep breath. "I was a little impulsive that day and scolded you, but in other words, you shouldn't have missed your teacher Mr. Yuan and your senior sisters at that time."

"No, that's my sister's fault. If...if...if things happen again..." When he said this, Wang Shuxiang's voice became lower and lower, but his raised eyes became brighter and brighter and clearer. "If you do it again, I won't regret it." Wang Shuxiang almost used the strength to feed her, and then she said this sentence with great shyness.

"Huh?" It was Liang Pengfei's turn now and he was stunned. He thought to himself that this girl had a broken brain, right? He didn't regret it even if he did it again. Could it be that this girl has the potential to be masochistic?

Just when Liang Pengfei was confused, Wang Shuxiang slowly stood up, and the sight that had originally landed on Liang Pengfei's face was retracted. The red clouds on her pretty face were as red as rouge and as bright as peonies under the moonlit night. "If there was no such storm, I'm afraid I would not have known my elder brother in this life."

This sentence is not much louder than the mosquito's humming sound, but it fell into Liang Pengfei's ears, as clear as Feng Lun's sound that day.

Hearing this, Liang Pengfei felt that something was suddenly full of energy. Looking at this shy and almost untenable beauty, Liang Pengfei felt that he was really lucky, um... He seemed to be a little too manly. After scolding this girl masturbating, he actually won her heart. It was really unexpected. "That, the fragrance of books..." Liang Pengfei had always been a guy who climbed up when he saw the pole. At this time, it was equivalent to a pervert seeing the beloved beauty, lifting her skirt and putting down the stairs.

After just plucking up the courage to eat, Wang Shuxiang, who had finished speaking, felt that her face was so hot that it was almost possible to cook eggs. At this time, she saw Liang Pengfei walking towards her again. Wang Shuxiang was really shocked, as if her courage had been used completely in that moment and was about to turn around and want to escape.

Liang Pengfei stretched out his hand when Wang Shuxiang was about to turn around but before he could turn around, he grabbed Wang Shuxiang's arm. "Shuxiang..." The gentle but slightly magnetic voice, and the warm and powerful arm seemed to have an electric current, making Wang Shuxiang even the power of turning around disappear without a trace.

Liang Pengfei felt that Wang Shuxiang's slender jade hands seemed to be trembling, and a hint of care couldn't help but feel in his heart. "Don't be afraid, okay?"

"I'm not afraid, I, I'm just a little nervous..." Wang Shuxiang said incoherently, her face getting lower and lower, and she almost buried her head in her chest. Seeing her appearance, Liang Pengfei couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect that this little girl was so brave when she became very brave, but she seemed to be even more timid than the little lamb.

"Shuxiang, come on, lift your head." Liang Pengfei stretched out his right hand and slowly lifted it up, as if he was afraid of scaring away a cute little animal. He carefully lifted Wang Shuxiang's smooth and warm jaw, and gently, let Wang Shuxiang lift it up along Liang Pengfei's fingers.

The lights looked so hazy when the gauze of the lantern were shining. The moonlight spread lightly and reflected in the pavilion in late autumn. In the gentle wind, the sound of leaves seemed to be stained with a whirlwind.

Looking at this beautiful beauty full of intellectual aura and looking at her delicate and naturally charming cheeks, Liang Pengfei felt like an 8,000-horsepower tamper was put into his heart, which was tamping again and again.

I couldn't help but leaned forward, just one centimeter away from the Shuxiang face, looking at her rapidly jumping eyelashes, and her slightly trembling mouth as if she had fallen into an ice lake, and gently kissed her sexy cherry lips, as if she was greedily tasting a can of sweet honey.

Wang Shuxiang froze at first, then, she was rushing to the last trace of reason by this taste that she had never tasted and the pleasure that surged into her brain. Her tight gums also made Liang Pengfei's tongue easily push open. After that, the two lips and tongues were completely entangled together, and the body fluid was in harmony...

Liang Pengfei's hand slowly fell along Wang Shuxiang's slender waist, which was so thin that it was so delicate that it made people feel sad, and finally covered Wang Shuxiang's perky buttocks. Liang Pengfei, the hooligan, was secretly shocked in his heart. He didn't know that the elasticity was really good, but he heard the footsteps from afar and the low-crystal of the maid Xiaohuan.

However, this time, Wang Shuxiang woke up and quickly reached out and pushed Liang Pengfei away. Wang Shuxiang, who looked like a cloud of clouds, quickly turned her face and gasped.

Liang Pengfei took the tea with some depression and secretly scolded the light bulb for being too timely. At this time, Xiao Huan said that Wang Shuxiang's father had returned to the mansion. Wang Shuxiang couldn't sit still now. The two hurried back to the front hall to pay homage to Wang Shuxiang's father Wang Qiyuan.

After chatting with this famous Lianghuai salt merchant, Wang Qiyuan saw the strange appearance on his daughter's face and couldn't help but feel secretly happy. He was tired of going out to visit friends for a day, so he asked Wang Shuxiang to see him off.

After walking slowly to the door of the mansion, Liang Pengfei had just stepped down two steps, but he felt that he was not serving anything. He took the girl and patted her butt and left. He turned around and happened to see Wang Shuxiang standing next to the door, staring at him with shy and resentment.

Liang Pengfei didn't care about the servant from Wang's mansion being beside him, so he turned around and walked back to Wang Shuxiang: "In two days, I will come to see you. No matter what, don't worry."

Hearing Liang Pengfei's words, looking at his serious and sincere face, Wang Shuxiang felt that his mood suddenly rose and nodded vigorously.

Looking at Liang Pengfei's back as he was struck by the horse, until the sound of the hooves gradually faded away, Liang Pengfei's figure had already disappeared into the darkness. Only then did Wang Shuxiang reluctantly withdraw his gaze and enter the door again with a sweet and intoxicating smile.

The city of Lahore in northern India is located in the alluvial plains of the wealthy Indus River. In 630 AD, Xuanzang, a Chinese monk from the Tang Dynasty, visited here. He once existed as the capital of the Mughal dynasty for more than two hundred years. Although the capital of the Mughal dynasty has now moved to Agra, this city full of Persia and Islamic style has been preserved.

Although it is late autumn now, there is no chill here. A large group of Indian cavalry and 5,000 Indian infantrymen slowly left the historical ancient city from the north gate of Nalahore.

If you look closely at the local dialect, you can even see that in this Indian army, there are some white people in the same outfit as Indian soldiers, who are talking in a low voice in English...
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