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    "Noisy?" Xie Hualang frowned slightly, and asked in surprise, "You said I was noisy?"

    There was a spring breeze passing through the hall, blowing Gu Jingyang's clothes, he remained motionless, his expression as calm as water, and said indifferently: "Otherwise?"

    Xie Hualang hadn't been said that before, so he was surprised and asked Heng Jia outside the door in doubt, "Heng Jia, do you think I'm noisy too?"

    Hearing her question, Heng Jia felt that it was not good to say "yes", nor was it good to say "no". There are some things that His Majesty can say, but he absolutely cannot.

    Heng Jia was in a dilemma, but Gu Jingyang turned to look at him, frowning slightly: "Why are you still here?"

    Heng Jia looked left and right, coughed uncomfortably, and said, "If the Master has other instructions"

    "No." Gu Jingyang said: "You step back."

    "Hey." Heng Jia hurriedly responded, quietly wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and retreated out.

    Gu Jingyang felt a little embarrassed in his heart, turned around, but saw Xie Hualang holding the white porcelain cup in his hand, sipping the tea in it carefully.

    Girls nowadays love bead ornaments, and their makeup is fresh and beautiful, just like peonies in tea, ranging from flower tinsel to light yellow, and even slanting red temples.

    She also loves color, and her dresses are gorgeous, but her face is plain, except for her black eyebrows and lip balm, there is no other makeup, her fingers are as slender as jade, and she doesn't even apply Kodan.

    Xie Hualang gently put down the empty white porcelain cup, and said, "Master Daoist, are my hands prettier than my face?"

    Gu Jingyang refilled her glass: "You look best when you're not talking."

    Xie Hualang laughed with a "puchi", pinched the white porcelain cup with his fingers and stroked it a few times, but did not drink any more. Feeling that the wind outside was a little strong, he stood up and closed the window diagonally opposite him.

    In spring, the sun is warm and the clothes are thin. When she raised her hands, her wide sleeves slipped down, revealing half of her forearms. Her skin was radiant and her arms were as crisp as jade.

    Gu Jingyang was obsessed with etiquette, he caught a glimpse of it by chance, and immediately turned his eyes away.

    Xie Hualang didn't pay attention to this matter, her gaze was attracted by a sword placed on the east side.

    After all, she is a guest, so I don't want to be presumptuous. She first asked the host: "Can I go and have a look?"

    Gu Jingyang didn't get up, but said: "Go."

    The sword has the good name of the king of a hundred soldiers, because it originated in the era of the Yellow Emperor, it is also called the ancestor of a hundred soldiers.

    Xie Hualang is proficient in riding and archery, but he has never dabbled in martial arts, but the elder brothers in the family are quite good at it. His father, uncle and elder brother often wear swords as decorations.

    The sword was placed on the stand without any decorations. Xie Hualang stepped forward to hold it up, pulled the sword out of its sheath, and saw the cold air overflowing, the brilliance restrained, and the blade was as clear as ice, clearly reflecting her eyes.

    With a chill in her heart, she put the sword back into its sheath and praised sincerely: "Good sword."

    Gu Jingyang said: "Not bad."

    "No matter how good it is, in your mouth, it can only be passable." Xie Hualang still remembered his comment on himself before, and smiled when he heard this: "Why is there no Peiyu?"

    "Book of Rites" says: A gentleman has no reason, and jade does not leave his body.

    The son of heaven wears white jade and wears a black ribbon, the prince wears mountain black jade and wears a red ribbon, the doctor wears water beryl and wears a pure ribbon, the son of a prince wears jade jade and a jade ribbon, and the scholar wears a jade ribbon and a silk ribbon.

    Xie Hualang's father, Xie Yanguan, went to the Zhongshu Ling, and he was the same as the Zaifu. He had a gold medal and a purple ribbon, and he wore a mountain black jade according to the order.

    例玉比德, at present, goes up to the public officials and down to the common people, but there are few people who do not wear jade if they are able to catch it. Xie Hualang also has a few boxes of jade pendants, which are used to press clothes or match skirts.

    "It's all foreign things," Gu Jingyang said lightly: "It doesn't matter if there is or not."

    "Why doesn't it matter?" Xie Hualang took off the jade pendant around his waist, tied it on the head of his sword, and said softly: "After all, people can't escape the circle of the world, so there are some rules, and you still have to abide by them."

    Gu Jingyang smiled slightly: "It's a bit unreasonable."

    "If you want to praise me, I will praise you bluntly, but if you want to say it is unreasonable," Xie Hualang put the sword back to its original place, and sat down beside him again: "Why are you so stubborn?"

    Gu Jingyang lowered his eyelashes, refilled her cup, and said, "Drink tea."

    Xie Hualang couldn't help laughing, took a sip of the drink and put it down, resting his chin on his hand, staring at him with both eyes.

    Gu Jingyang was uncomfortable being looked at by her, raised his eyes and looked back: "What are you looking at?"

    Xie Hualang smiled and said, "Look at you, Taoist priest."

    Gu Jingyang turned his eyes away and said, "See what I do."

    Xie Hualang smiled and said: "Look at how the Taoist priest is so prudish."

    &nHe went to his ear and whispered: "You just like me."

    Gu Jingyang was slightly annoyed, looked up at her, and said, "So what?"

    "No way." Xie Hualang was provoked by his response, hugged his arm, and asked with a smile: "Master Daoist, I have kissed you twice, when will you kiss me too?"

    Gu Jingyang is used to being reserved and reserved, but she was forced to be anxious just now, so she said such a sentence, and felt ashamed, how could she agree at this moment, turn her face away, and ignore others.

    "Master Dao, why are you like this?" Xie Hualang said: "You claim to be polite, but you don't even understand how to reciprocate."

    Gu Jingyang said: "Reciprocity is not used in this way."

    "You don't care how I use it." Xie Hualang shook his arm and urged, "Kiss me!"

    "Zhizhi." Gu Jingyang was slightly embarrassed, and whispered: "Don't mess around."

    "Are you embarrassed?" Xie Hualang thought for a while, then took the veil from his sleeve, tied it in front of his eyes, blocking his sight: "Now I can't see, so I can kiss, right?"

    The white handkerchief covered her eyes, and also made her lips look fresher and more attractive.

    Gu Jingyang looked at it for a long time, and suddenly remembered the delicate and fragrant cherries in June.

    It is said that the cherry mouth is small, so this is how it came about.

    Xie Hualang blindfolded, in fact, he was not sure if he would really kiss, but if he kept silent, there was hope.

    The inner room was extremely quiet, and they were so close that they could even hear each other's breathing.

    For some reason, when he noticed that his breath was approaching, Xie Hualang, who was used to being fearless, felt a little uneasy, and felt a little regretful, so he covered his eyes just now.

    His breath passed over her lips, from far to near, but in the end he didn't let it go, he just stretched out his hand and gently scratched the bridge of her nose.

    Xie Hualang is eager by nature, and if he likes it, he will pursue it boldly. He doesn't feel that he is taking the initiative, so he loses face. The previous two kisses were very generous, but this time, he just hooked her nose, and she  But blushed.

    "I'm always in the hometown," Gu Jingyang gave up, hugged her into his arms, and put his arms around her shoulders, he said in a low voice: "If you can't follow the example of Emperor Wu, please ask for Baiyun Township." (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel  .com
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