Chapter 572 India's Late Autumn--
In the moon night, the lights are dim, and the stars are shining, as sparse as the starry sky under the bright moon, but it gives people a sense of tranquility. Liang Pengfei's thick voice stopped again. Looking up, he saw the intoxicated face of the book fragrance. Under the light, the warm red lips were delicate, but the outside of the pavilion was shrouded. In a moonlight, the quiet and elegant deep and shallow black, coupled with such a delicate makeup beauty, makes people feel shocked by the mortal world.
"Beauty demons are idle, picking Sangqi Road. The soft strips are scattered, and the fallen leaves are so graceful. Somehow, Liang Pengfei, a hooligan with only bad water in his mind except for yellow jokes, came up with such an ancient poem in his mind for no reason, and subconsciously read it in a low voice.
"Is it because I saw the beauty and my EQ broke out?" Liang Pengfei couldn't help saying with complacency.
"Isn't this Cao Zhi's "Beauty"?" Hearing Liang Pengfei's deep and thick chanting, Wang Shuxiang's beautiful eyes flowed, and a faint sweetness surged into his heart. Although I don't know how many people praised his beauty, and some people even wrote poems for it, although Liang Pengfei only recited such a sentence that was not on the topic, well... it should be time. The poems in the wrong place can only be pulled out of the heart of the book, which only shows that when the female surname is in love, she will become a little stupid. It can only be said that in their eyes, even if the beloved man brings a dog tail grass to himself, it can make them feel sweet.
"Cao Zhi's Beauty Chapter?" Liang Pengfei blinked and remembered that a few days ago, he seemed to hear that Pan Bingjie, another talented girl in his family, had read Cao Zhi's gift.
"Shuxiang, did your father tell you anything when he came this time? Or do you want to go back to Yangzhou first? Liang Pengfei was afraid that the literary young woman who was full of poetry and books would talk about poetry and songs with her, so she quickly changed the topic so that she would not be able to get off the stage for a while.
"No, my father didn't say..." Hearing Liang Pengfei's question, Wang Shuxiang began to blush and his heart beat again.
"Damn it, I can't stand it anymore. It's really not my style to splor like this." Liang Pengfei felt that he was so idle that he was about to become a god like Liu Xiahui. He simply stood up and paced to the side of Wang Shuxiang.
This move shocked Wang Shuxiang and couldn't help looking up at Liang Pengfei with a nervous face.
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"Well, how did you say... I apologize to you about the 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 at that time, you really shouldn't have listened to your teacher, Mr. Yuan, and your teachers and sisters.
"No, no, that's my little sister's fault. If... if things happen again..." Speaking of this, Wang Shuxiang's voice is getting lower and lower, but her raised eyes are brighter and brighter and crystal clear. If you do it again, my little sister won't regret it. Wang Shuxiang almost used the strength to eat milk, so he said this sentence shyly.
"Huh?" Now it's Liang Pengfei's turn to be dumbfounded. He said to his heart that this girl's brain is broken, right? You don't regret it again. Does this girl have the potential to be a masochist?
At the mouth of Liang Pengfei's confusion, Wang Shuxiang slowly stood up, but the sight that had fallen on Liang Pengfei's face was taken back. The red clouds on his pretty face, even under the moonlight, were also as rouge and as bright as peonies. If it hadn't been for that disturbance, I'm afraid I wouldn't have met my eldest brother in this life.
This sentence is not much louder than the mosquito's humming voice, but it fell into Liang Pengfei's ears, but it was as clear as Feng Lun's voice that day.
Hearing this, Liang Pengfei felt as if something had risen up all of a sudden. Looking at this shy and almost untenable beauty, Liang Pengfei felt that he was still really good luck. Well... It seemed that he was a little manly. After scolding the little girl very masculinely, he actually got her heart, which was really unexpected. That, Shuxiang..." Liang Pengfei has always been a guy who climbed up when he saw the pole. At this time, it was equivalent to the pervert who saw the charming beauty who took the initiative to open the skirt and put the stairs down.
Just after summoning up the courage to eat milk, Wang Shuxiang, who had finished the words, already felt that his face was so hot that he could almost boil eggs. At this time, he saw Liang Peng flying towards him. Now Wang Shuxiang was really shocked, as if her courage had been used up at that moment, and she was about to turn around and want to escape.
Liang Pengfei stretched out his hand when Wang Shuxiang wanted to turn around but didn't have time to turn around, and grabbed Wang Shuxiang's arm. Shuxiang..." The gentle infinite but slightly magnetic voice, and the warm and powerful arm seemed to send an electric current, making the power of Wang Shuxiang's turning around seem to disappear.
Liang Pengfei felt that the delicate jade hands of Wang Shuxiang seemed to tremble, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of regret in his heart. Don't be afraid, okay?
"I'm not afraid, I, I'm just a little nervous..." Wang Shuxiang was a little incoherent, her face was 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 the little girl was so big when she became bold, but when she became small, she seemed to be more timid than the little lamb.
"Shingxiang, come on, raise 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 involuntarily lift it up along Liang Pengfei's fingers.
The light looked so hazy through the gauze of the lantern, and the moonlight spread out faintly, reflecting in the late autumn pavilion. In the gentle wind, the sound of the leaves seemed to be stained with a touch of straw.
Looking at this stunning beauty full of the breath of the surname, and looking at her exquisite and naturally charming cheeks, Liang Pengfei felt as if he had put in an 8,000 horsepower ramming machine in his heart, rambling again and again.
I couldn't help but come forward and paused when it was only one centimeter away from the scholarly face. Looking at her fast-beating eyelashes, and her slightly trembling mouth like falling into an ice lake, gently kissing her cherry lips. It's like tasting a jar of sweet honey greedily.
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Wang Shuxiang was stiff at first, and then lost the last trace of reason by this taste that had never been tasted and the joy that surged into the brain. The closed gums also made Liang Pengfei's tongue open easily. After that, the lips and tongues of the two were completely intertwined, and the fluid phase... Liang Pengfei's The hand slowly fell along the thin and delicate waist of Wang Shuxiang, and finally covered under Wang Shuxiang's upturned buttocks. Liang Pengfei, a hooligan, was secretly shocked in his heart. If he didn't touch it, he didn't know that his surname was really good, but he heard the footsteps from far to near, and the maid's small ring. A low-sound dry cough.
However, this time, Wang Shuxiang woke up and quickly stretched out his hand to push Liang Pengfei away. Wang Shuxiang quickly turned his face and gasped.
Liang Pengfei took the tea with some depression and scolded the light bulb for coming in time. At this time, Xiaohuan said that Wang Shuxiang's father had returned to the house. Wang Shuxiang couldn't sit still. The two quickly returned to the front hall and met Wang Shuxiang's father, Wang Qiyuan.
After chatting with the famous Lianghuai salt merchant for a few words, Wang Qiyuan saw the strangeness on his daughter's face and couldn't help but be secretly happy. On the pretext that he was tired of going out to visit his friends, he asked Wang Shuxiang to see him off on his behalf.
Slowly walked to the door of the house. Liang Pengfei had just stepped down two steps, but he felt that he was not serving anything. It was too obscene for the little girl to pat her buttocks and leave. He turned around and happened to see the Wang Shuxiang standing by the door, looking at himself with shame and resentment.
Liang Pengfei didn't care that there was the servant of Wang's house next to him. He turned around and walked back to Wang Shuxiang: "In a couple of days, I will come to see you. Anyway, don't worry."
Hearing Liang Pengfei's words, looking at his serious and sincere face, Wang Shuxiang, who was still a little gloomy, felt that his mood suddenly flew up and nodded vigorously.
Looking at the back of Liang Pengfei's horse, until the hoof sound faded away, Liang Pengfei's figure had already submerged into the darkness. Wang Shuxiang reluctantly withdrew his eyes, with a sweet and intoxicated smile, and returned to the door.
The city of Lahore in northern India is located in the alluvial plains of the upper reaches of the Indus River. Xuanzang, a senior monk in the Tang Dynasty of China, visited here in sixties. It once existed as the capital of the Mughal dynasty for more than 200 years. Although the Yanjing of the Mughal dynasty has moved to Agra, this city full of Persian and Islamic customs is still preserved.
Although it is late autumn now, there is no chill here. A large group of nearly 2,000 Indian cavalry and 5,000 Indian infantry slowly left the ancient city from the north gate of Narahore.
If you look carefully, you can even see that there are some white people dressed like Indian soldiers in this Indian army. They are whispering something in English...
(to be continued)