Jun You Ji Fou

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As its name suggests, the Mountain Pavilion is a glazed Zhu Pavilion built on the higher ground of Qishan Mountain. Looking down from the pavilion, you can see the lights in the hunting palace faintly like stars.

Mountain breeze habits, only heard insects faint, Su Shiyu took the stage.

The scene in the pavilion had already appeared in the field of vision, and there was no waiting for Miss Guanjia to look around. There was only one person leaning on the stone table in the pavilion, and he was very familiar with the figure.

Su Shiyu approached in confusion, "...Master Chu?"

There is no answer.

Chu Mingyun leaned his arm on his side, and his face was rare and peaceful, as if he slept deep, and he didn't even notice the proximity of others.

The wine jar rested on his hand, and most of it was gone. The air was filled with the mellow aroma of wine. His raven-colored divergence was covered with frost-colored moon on his shoulders. His eyebrows were very quiet, and his thin red lips were stained with a layer of Bright and shiny, the plain white face is pressed against the complex lotus pattern on the sleeve of the ink blue, and the enchanting red lotus burst out on his clothes along his body.

Su Shiyu's eyes were low, and he looked at him carefully and silently for a long time. He lifted his hand and took off his robe and put it on Chu Mingyun's body.

Su Shiyu straightened up slightly, but could not help but withdraw her hand.

He looked deeply, protruding his fingers a little hesitantly, approaching Chu Mingyun's eyebrows very slowly and carefully, but stopped when the fingertips were about to touch.

Su Shiyu lowered his eyes and smiled silently, seeming to have a little self-deprecation, but the moment he withdrew his hand was grasped.

Chu Mingyun pulled his hand against his cheek and slowly opened his eyes. The eyes were deep and shallow and suddenly disappeared like nothing, as if reflected in the most extreme mountains and rivers in the world. He didn't have any expression, and didn't speak, only to look at Su Shiyu.

Su Shiyu was stunned for a moment and then recovered. She was not in a hurry to get her hands away. She just looked down at him with a low eyebrow and smiled. "Sir Master Chu... don't you recognize me?"

Chu Mingyun still didn't say a word, let go of his hand and raised it, and looked into his face. Su Shiyu slightly shifted his head, and his hand landed on the hairpin without any stagnation.

Mo Fa dumped down with his movements, three thousand green silk like a waterfall, ten feet of red dust silent.

Facing each other, Su Shiyu is unknown. Therefore, Chu Mingyun's eyes are deep, and the surprises rise from the depths.

He let go of his hand, and the jade hairpin fell to the ground, with a clear sound.

Chu Mingyun leaned on Su Shiyu's face and kissed it without any warning.

The robe slipped from his shoulders and fell to the ground, and the firefly flew between the deep trees.

He traced Su Shiyu's lip line with his lip and tongue. The tip of his tongue reached the opening of his teeth. He carried Qing Shijiu into the mouth of Su Shiyu, licking and sucking, lingering.

Su Shiyu froze suddenly, completely blank in his head, his slightly wide-eyed eyes were facing Chu Mingyun's eyes, and at a close distance he could not tell clearly what emotions were in it, but felt inexplicable.

Chu Mingyun seemed to chuckle suddenly, blurring between his lips and teeth, and biting his lips lightly.

A little bit of numbness turned to spread in a prairie style, and his heartbeat screamed in his chest, making him sore. Su Shiyu suddenly woke up.

He raised his hand and held Chu Mingyun's hand on his side.

Suddenly there was pain on his wrist, and Chu Mingyun let go of his hand a little, and Su Shiyu took the opportunity to break away and took a few steps back.

In the eyes of the broken hosta, Su Shiyu calmed down before speaking: "Awake"

Chu Mingyun looked down at a light red mark on his wrist, unable to hear the emotion: "I am not drunk."

Su Shiyu smiled and stopped talking about the subject. He said goodbye, and left without waiting for an answer. He was in a hurry and he never looked at him again.

Chu Mingyun stared at the shadow of his back into the night, reached over the wine jar and drank his head upwards, and Ren Xiuli slowly dipped his shirt along the chin.

Half of the altar was exhausted, cold wine entered the throat, but still could not suppress the restlessness. Pressing his fingertips against his lips, he slowly raised the corner of his lips and smiled very lightly,

"It's over."

After all, this sentence fell on himself.

When I no longer suppress rejection, I no longer deceive myself.

The answer is so simple, but I have you in my heart.

Su Shiyu walked down the stone steps quickly. His mind was filled with pictures of talents, and his mind was as chaotic as he could be. The cool breezes in the mountains not only did not calm him down, but also made him feel faintly warm.

Rarely helpless in his life, he would not dare to look at him any more.

In the trance, he didn't even notice that someone was approaching face-to-face, and he didn't recover until the other party was surprised.

"Master Su...?" Lu Qinghe stared at him uncertainly.

Su Shiyu looked at it and smiled hurriedly at her, "It's rude."

The words passed her by without a step.

Lu Qinghe stared at Su Shiyu's leaving figure in confusion, wondering how this calm doctor of imperial history could be so miserable. But Lu Qinghe didn't think about anything, turned around, took a deep breath, and walked up the mountain pavilion.

The man was sitting in the pavilion, leaning casually against the stone table, thinking about something. He heard the footsteps and looked over, frowning slightly, "Who are you?"

"The little girl's name is Lu Qinghe, and she is the daughter of Shang Shi Lu Shi." Lu Qinghe gave a formal ceremony.

"What's the matter?" Chu Mingyun withdrew his gaze, picked up the white robe on the ground, and photographed the fine dust carefully.

"It's okay." Lu Qing and courageous courage, said the words that have been prepared: "But Lord Taiwei, you are here alone at night, but are you upset?"

"There is something, but it's not annoying." Chu Mingyun looked at the white robe in his hand and smelled a faint scent, and the voice was full of laughter, and he whispered softly: "I was only lying on the stone table. When I thought about it, when I opened my eyes, I saw the person I was thinking about, and things became clear, and all the difficulties became joy."

"The person you think...is it Captain Taiwei your sweetheart?" Lu Qing and his eyes rolled around in the pavilion.

"Naturally."

"Then, Master Taiwei, would you mind telling me?" Lu Qinghe tentatively said.

Chu Mingyun put on his robe calmly, and smirked when he heard the words. Su Bai's fingers were pinching the embroidering of the placket. He raised his eyes a little and looked at him with a smile on his face, "Did you not see him when you came up?"

Lu Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, and immediately recognized who his robe belonged to, and the memory went back to the first glimpse of the first sight, only to find that he ignored his smile, and it was the white shirt Ruhua.

Lu Qing and his eyes fell on his loose shirt involuntarily, thinking about the relationship between the two of them that Lu Shi mentioned earlier, and she blushed uncontrollably.

Until returning to the room, Lu Qinghe still had difficulty recovering.

An indescribable emotion rolled in his heart. Lu Qinghe took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Looking back carefully, Master Su met on the mountain road in a hurry, his hair was scattered, and his face was clearly glowing under the bright moonlight, and Master Chu in the mountain pavilion was wearing his robe, and it was also a mountain pavilion. Youhui, Mingyue wine, the look, the broken jade on the ground, and the water stains on the shirt...

Lu Qinghe's heart was shaking, his face was hot, and he sighed, "Master Su is really...you can't look!"

Turning to think about it again, Master Su was clearly unwilling to stay longer. Only Master Chu was still alone in the pavilion. Although he left a robe, he was still ruthless...

When the maid looked back, she was holding her face, her joy and sorrow, her expression changing, and wondering whether she should tell the master that she seemed to be a magic obstacle, and she saw Lu Qinghe covering her face and sighed heavily. Sigh, "Turn your head empty after the wind blows, Master Chu is so pitiful!"

The maid was dumbfounded.

Lu Qinghe put down his hand and looked at the maid, "Do you think that Master Su and Master Chu really match well?"

"what did you say?"

Lu Qinghe looked upright and solemnly said: "As children of rivers and lakes, I have thought about how to be with the world. Since I like him, I should help him get rid of that sad relationship and win my heart as soon as possible!"

maid:"……"

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