The banks of Qinhuai, the beautiful wine of Hualou and Cui Pavilion is really a bit overwhelming, and everyone is drunk without getting drunk. Zhang Ning is already a little overjoyed and addicted to it.
Before the wine had passed three rounds, the beauty told her a lot of love.
A warm and tender whisper when talking about the moving part is like sweet words and lies; you think she is acting like a show, but when you see the true feelings in detail, it seems to be true.
It is difficult to tell whether it is true or false, but the atmosphere of love and affection is in place.
Fang Ling was three years old and laughed, so he could make some things happy.
She said something about lovesickness and said something about eloquence, but she didn't mention her identity as a prostitute. She knew each other clearly, and it would be a shame to say it.
As the saying goes, "Who is close to the red ones, Zhang Ning feels that he naturally put down a lot of things and can be calm when he regards them as the nature of food and sex.
He can't pretend to be noble under this situation. If he really wants to keep himself clean, why should he come to such a place? If he wants to argue repeatedly about his kindness, he is really a bitch and a archway. It's just fine if he wants to be a bitch in front of others, in front of a beautiful woman like Fang Ling...
It's so boring.
Zhang Ning in his past and present lives can be regarded as a good person with rules in others' hearts, which is exactly: a good person's reputation must abide by many rules.
Nothing else, just because he had long understood the power of order and rules; but this does not mean that he will follow the rules in everything...
The devil in my heart only needs a catalyst.
The delicacies on the table were a little messy, and both of them were slightly drunk.
Fang Ling has a drunken beauty, a smile like a flower, and it is not an exaggeration to write a poem to praise the dimples on her left cheek.
She picked up the wine glass with her left hand, raised her little finger slightly with her right hand, and gently held the plain sleeve on her right with her fingers, and happily sang a Wu tune: The beauty is shining, time flies, and my parents are happy to be safe.Celebrating this good time, everyone is happy to see the scenery.The treasure seal in the painting hall is filled with fragrance, and the flowing clouds in the jade cup are filled with light...
Zhang Ning listened attentively with great interest. She usually speaks official language, but she still enjoys the lyrics in Wu language.
I don’t know if it was because the Yue Opera itself was nice or because it was very lyrical and beautiful when she sang it from her mouth, but Zhang Ning also became very interested in this for a moment.
He knew a little that the Wu Opera singing in some places in Nanjing at this time was not actually a Yue Opera in the strict sense, but it can only be regarded as the category of Nan Opera.
Her eyes were clever and she looked at Zhang Ning and smiled knowingly, saying: If you like to listen, I will sing a few more passages.
At first, Zhang Ning was teased by her twice and was full of desire, but now she developed patience...
Voice, talent, and spring night are filled with lust and savoring. There is no need to do whatever you want. Patience may bring more enjoyment; just like a small separation can beat a newlywed, just like lovesickness can bring tenderness to the heart.
Zhang Ning also has to admit that he can only say so many sweet words when he is in love.
Seeing Zhang Ning nodding patiently and gentlely, Fang Ling smiled slightly. Perhaps in her eyes, Zhang Ning's youthfulness and stiffness in such an occasion had now improved.
Spring rain brings the pipa.Fang Ling called out a sweet voice, and her maid took the pipa in a short while, still sitting in the corner to accompany the music.
There is no other person or other accompaniment instrument for a private meeting in this small building.
Fang Ling didn't bother to change her clothes. She took the small folding fan nearby and held it in her hand. She moved her steps into several positions. Even if she was wearing a robe skirt, she really felt a bit scholarly.
When the pipa sounded, she sang in her voice: Be happy to be poor, respectfully inherit the strict training, and have been on a blind date for ten years.The stars are hidden in the chest, and the pen formation swept away thousands of troops.If you encounter the warm waves of peach blossoms, I will definitely return you to leaps to the dragon gate.My dear is old, and I am warming my quilt and fanning my pillow, and I am as dizzy as I am...
Zhang Ning understood the general idea, as if he was singing a scholar, but the classics were sung by Fang Ling. It was because her mother was too gentle and delicate, and her melodious sound was less serious and more playful.
A woman should be pretty and filial. She didn't expect that her casual plain skirt today was a unique feeling in the carved windows and silks where Linshui came out of the house. Her gentle and intimate movements made people unable to help but feel a lot of love. The lyrics sounded very professional to Zhang Ning.
Even though she is a brothel woman, she is not simple. She can do everything from literature, epic, poetry, calligraphy and painting, and she can sing operas. Even the maids around her can play the pipa. She is really not a person who depends entirely on her appearance.
A simple shadow is graceful and charming in front of you, and it is indescribable.
After a while, the sound of the pipa did not stop, so she put down the folding fan, walked over slowly, and asked in the tone of the narration of the opera lyrics: Mr. Ping'an, can it still be heard?
Zhang Ning pondered for a moment and sighed: It’s hard to express. In short, I really want to travel to Zhejiang and listen to the little lady there saying the soft words of Wudi.
Isn’t this a statement?Fang Ling chuckled, picked up the wine glass on the round table with no hand, fed it to Zhang Ning's mouth, and said gently, "Look at what you said nice things, I'll give you something to you."
It smells so good!
Zhang Ning smelled the fragrance from her hands with an intoxicated look on her face, calmly drank the wine she fed with, and then took the opportunity to naturally reach out and gently place it on her slender waist.
Unexpectedly, Fang Ling did not escape this time, but instead snuggled up to him.
She turned around and gave a wink to the maid Chunyu, and the maid left tactfully.She is indeed a little girl who is not easy to attract attention. Zhang Ning has not taken the time to see her appearance clearly.
Fang Ling sat gently on his lap again, and Zhang Ning felt his warmth and softness, and was already drunk in the rich and tender land of gentleness.
She twisted her waist and turned around to pour another glass of wine. It's your turn.
After saying that, he fed it into Zhang Ning's mouth again.
Zhang Ning thought to himself that she had just fed her drink, how did you say it was your turn to?
After a moment of thinking, I suddenly realized that I drank the wine into my mouth and did not swallow it, but put my mouth over.
Fang Ling pursed her red lips, hit his chest with a pink fist, and said coquettishly, "You are getting better or worse."
But he looked shy and presented his red lips.
The wine pot was already cold after being put on the table for a long time, but now it was warm in Zhang Ning's mouth and slowly passed it between Fang Ling's red lips and teeth.
While savoring, Zhang Ning's arms, which were holding her waist, tightened a little more, making her plump chest press onto her body. Because the clothes were a little thick, she felt that the soft touch was as if it was scratching the itch through the shoe.
He smelled the fragrance of flowers on her body and the fragrance of her skin in his nose, trying to imagine how soft and soft the skin was under the clothes he felt on his hands.
After a long time, Fang Ling let go of his mouth, leaned his head gently on his shoulder and gasped slightly and said: I have no strength to kiss you, so just carry me over.
This is a study room, but there is a bed with a curtain hanging on it. Zhang Ning felt very abrupt and strange when he came back. Now he finally understood why there is a bed in the study room...
He hugged the innocent beauty in his arms, and happened to see the thing he bought on the table, and blurted out: Do you want to take that thing?
Fang Ling put his arms around his neck, his mouth was in his ear, and said softly: Let it go.
Zhang Ning's first experience in such a lewd life was really the first time he experienced in two lives.
He reached out and picked up the curtain, gently placed Fang Ling on the bed, looked left and right, moved the charcoal stove next to the table to the edge of the bed, and began to take off his clothes, quickly revealing his young naked body.
Zhang Ning used to be a serious scholar with no stature and strength. He is better than young and just mature, his body that is not fat, and his shirts and chest have already shown a male outline.
Fang Ling put his hand on his chest and said softly: Don’t be anxious, take your time, you should be so proud of yourself...
Zhang Ning nodded, swallowed, and reached out to pull her belt nervously.Fang Ling looked at his face with a confused look. Is this the first time you did this?
The body is indeed uninformed, Zhang Ning thought about it and nodded.
Fang Ling chuckled, his eyes were exposed and he had already believed it, but he said: "A liar, even if you are not flirting with love, those little ladies will provoke you."
Zhang Ning remembered the small window and the scriptures at home, and said a fair word to Zhang Ning in the past: If I were young and romantic, and in Nanzhili, where the literary fortunes were prosperous, how could I win the list of honor?
Too.
Fang Ling nodded gently. Zhang Ning didn't untie her belt for a long time, so she untie it from the side of her waist by herself. She let her top slide off her shoulders lightly. The strapless inside was also white, wrapped with her bulging breasts. You lie down and I will serve you well.
Want to see it?Fang Ling gently controlled his softness with his hands and asked him with a smile.
She really thought I had never seen a woman's body. Zhang Ning couldn't explain anything and had no way to explain it, so she had to pretend to be stupid, so she nodded and looked at her beautiful body. Her kneeling posture made the soft skin on her hips squeeze out several sexy wrinkles, which were extremely carnal.
Wherever Mr. Ping'an wants to see, I will take it off for you.She blushed and bit her lip.
Of course, you have to do it step by step, Zhang Ning said: I want to see the Jade Rabbit in the Moon Palace.
Fang Ling covered her mouth and smiled. As she did what she said, she moved her body and straddled Zhang Ning, who was leaning on the pillow, lowered her head and gently untied her white bra. Then the rabbit jumped out lively, put her chest on Zhang Ning's mouth, then reached out to hug his head, and said tremblingly: Just hold it in...
Zhang Ning was dazzled and didn't know where he was, but what really made him unable to stop was not the shape and color of the jade rabbit, but her voice and her movements, gentle and elegant. Even if he said very explicit words and did very lustful actions, he was like a daughter's act of tenderness and tenderness, without any vulgarity.
He was submerged in the warmth and softness. He reached out and gently stroked her smooth and curved back, slowly downward, and couldn't help but insert his palm into the waist of her skirt, touching the erect buttocks of the buzzer. He could smell a slight panting in his ears and let out a delicate moan.
The curtain swayed a little, covering the sound of the slightest ropes of the skirt.
Before the wine had passed three rounds, the beauty told her a lot of love.
A warm and tender whisper when talking about the moving part is like sweet words and lies; you think she is acting like a show, but when you see the true feelings in detail, it seems to be true.
It is difficult to tell whether it is true or false, but the atmosphere of love and affection is in place.
Fang Ling was three years old and laughed, so he could make some things happy.
She said something about lovesickness and said something about eloquence, but she didn't mention her identity as a prostitute. She knew each other clearly, and it would be a shame to say it.
As the saying goes, "Who is close to the red ones, Zhang Ning feels that he naturally put down a lot of things and can be calm when he regards them as the nature of food and sex.
He can't pretend to be noble under this situation. If he really wants to keep himself clean, why should he come to such a place? If he wants to argue repeatedly about his kindness, he is really a bitch and a archway. It's just fine if he wants to be a bitch in front of others, in front of a beautiful woman like Fang Ling...
It's so boring.
Zhang Ning in his past and present lives can be regarded as a good person with rules in others' hearts, which is exactly: a good person's reputation must abide by many rules.
Nothing else, just because he had long understood the power of order and rules; but this does not mean that he will follow the rules in everything...
The devil in my heart only needs a catalyst.
The delicacies on the table were a little messy, and both of them were slightly drunk.
Fang Ling has a drunken beauty, a smile like a flower, and it is not an exaggeration to write a poem to praise the dimples on her left cheek.
She picked up the wine glass with her left hand, raised her little finger slightly with her right hand, and gently held the plain sleeve on her right with her fingers, and happily sang a Wu tune: The beauty is shining, time flies, and my parents are happy to be safe.Celebrating this good time, everyone is happy to see the scenery.The treasure seal in the painting hall is filled with fragrance, and the flowing clouds in the jade cup are filled with light...
Zhang Ning listened attentively with great interest. She usually speaks official language, but she still enjoys the lyrics in Wu language.
I don’t know if it was because the Yue Opera itself was nice or because it was very lyrical and beautiful when she sang it from her mouth, but Zhang Ning also became very interested in this for a moment.
He knew a little that the Wu Opera singing in some places in Nanjing at this time was not actually a Yue Opera in the strict sense, but it can only be regarded as the category of Nan Opera.
Her eyes were clever and she looked at Zhang Ning and smiled knowingly, saying: If you like to listen, I will sing a few more passages.
At first, Zhang Ning was teased by her twice and was full of desire, but now she developed patience...
Voice, talent, and spring night are filled with lust and savoring. There is no need to do whatever you want. Patience may bring more enjoyment; just like a small separation can beat a newlywed, just like lovesickness can bring tenderness to the heart.
Zhang Ning also has to admit that he can only say so many sweet words when he is in love.
Seeing Zhang Ning nodding patiently and gentlely, Fang Ling smiled slightly. Perhaps in her eyes, Zhang Ning's youthfulness and stiffness in such an occasion had now improved.
Spring rain brings the pipa.Fang Ling called out a sweet voice, and her maid took the pipa in a short while, still sitting in the corner to accompany the music.
There is no other person or other accompaniment instrument for a private meeting in this small building.
Fang Ling didn't bother to change her clothes. She took the small folding fan nearby and held it in her hand. She moved her steps into several positions. Even if she was wearing a robe skirt, she really felt a bit scholarly.
When the pipa sounded, she sang in her voice: Be happy to be poor, respectfully inherit the strict training, and have been on a blind date for ten years.The stars are hidden in the chest, and the pen formation swept away thousands of troops.If you encounter the warm waves of peach blossoms, I will definitely return you to leaps to the dragon gate.My dear is old, and I am warming my quilt and fanning my pillow, and I am as dizzy as I am...
Zhang Ning understood the general idea, as if he was singing a scholar, but the classics were sung by Fang Ling. It was because her mother was too gentle and delicate, and her melodious sound was less serious and more playful.
A woman should be pretty and filial. She didn't expect that her casual plain skirt today was a unique feeling in the carved windows and silks where Linshui came out of the house. Her gentle and intimate movements made people unable to help but feel a lot of love. The lyrics sounded very professional to Zhang Ning.
Even though she is a brothel woman, she is not simple. She can do everything from literature, epic, poetry, calligraphy and painting, and she can sing operas. Even the maids around her can play the pipa. She is really not a person who depends entirely on her appearance.
A simple shadow is graceful and charming in front of you, and it is indescribable.
After a while, the sound of the pipa did not stop, so she put down the folding fan, walked over slowly, and asked in the tone of the narration of the opera lyrics: Mr. Ping'an, can it still be heard?
Zhang Ning pondered for a moment and sighed: It’s hard to express. In short, I really want to travel to Zhejiang and listen to the little lady there saying the soft words of Wudi.
Isn’t this a statement?Fang Ling chuckled, picked up the wine glass on the round table with no hand, fed it to Zhang Ning's mouth, and said gently, "Look at what you said nice things, I'll give you something to you."
It smells so good!
Zhang Ning smelled the fragrance from her hands with an intoxicated look on her face, calmly drank the wine she fed with, and then took the opportunity to naturally reach out and gently place it on her slender waist.
Unexpectedly, Fang Ling did not escape this time, but instead snuggled up to him.
She turned around and gave a wink to the maid Chunyu, and the maid left tactfully.She is indeed a little girl who is not easy to attract attention. Zhang Ning has not taken the time to see her appearance clearly.
Fang Ling sat gently on his lap again, and Zhang Ning felt his warmth and softness, and was already drunk in the rich and tender land of gentleness.
She twisted her waist and turned around to pour another glass of wine. It's your turn.
After saying that, he fed it into Zhang Ning's mouth again.
Zhang Ning thought to himself that she had just fed her drink, how did you say it was your turn to?
After a moment of thinking, I suddenly realized that I drank the wine into my mouth and did not swallow it, but put my mouth over.
Fang Ling pursed her red lips, hit his chest with a pink fist, and said coquettishly, "You are getting better or worse."
But he looked shy and presented his red lips.
The wine pot was already cold after being put on the table for a long time, but now it was warm in Zhang Ning's mouth and slowly passed it between Fang Ling's red lips and teeth.
While savoring, Zhang Ning's arms, which were holding her waist, tightened a little more, making her plump chest press onto her body. Because the clothes were a little thick, she felt that the soft touch was as if it was scratching the itch through the shoe.
He smelled the fragrance of flowers on her body and the fragrance of her skin in his nose, trying to imagine how soft and soft the skin was under the clothes he felt on his hands.
After a long time, Fang Ling let go of his mouth, leaned his head gently on his shoulder and gasped slightly and said: I have no strength to kiss you, so just carry me over.
This is a study room, but there is a bed with a curtain hanging on it. Zhang Ning felt very abrupt and strange when he came back. Now he finally understood why there is a bed in the study room...
He hugged the innocent beauty in his arms, and happened to see the thing he bought on the table, and blurted out: Do you want to take that thing?
Fang Ling put his arms around his neck, his mouth was in his ear, and said softly: Let it go.
Zhang Ning's first experience in such a lewd life was really the first time he experienced in two lives.
He reached out and picked up the curtain, gently placed Fang Ling on the bed, looked left and right, moved the charcoal stove next to the table to the edge of the bed, and began to take off his clothes, quickly revealing his young naked body.
Zhang Ning used to be a serious scholar with no stature and strength. He is better than young and just mature, his body that is not fat, and his shirts and chest have already shown a male outline.
Fang Ling put his hand on his chest and said softly: Don’t be anxious, take your time, you should be so proud of yourself...
Zhang Ning nodded, swallowed, and reached out to pull her belt nervously.Fang Ling looked at his face with a confused look. Is this the first time you did this?
The body is indeed uninformed, Zhang Ning thought about it and nodded.
Fang Ling chuckled, his eyes were exposed and he had already believed it, but he said: "A liar, even if you are not flirting with love, those little ladies will provoke you."
Zhang Ning remembered the small window and the scriptures at home, and said a fair word to Zhang Ning in the past: If I were young and romantic, and in Nanzhili, where the literary fortunes were prosperous, how could I win the list of honor?
Too.
Fang Ling nodded gently. Zhang Ning didn't untie her belt for a long time, so she untie it from the side of her waist by herself. She let her top slide off her shoulders lightly. The strapless inside was also white, wrapped with her bulging breasts. You lie down and I will serve you well.
Want to see it?Fang Ling gently controlled his softness with his hands and asked him with a smile.
She really thought I had never seen a woman's body. Zhang Ning couldn't explain anything and had no way to explain it, so she had to pretend to be stupid, so she nodded and looked at her beautiful body. Her kneeling posture made the soft skin on her hips squeeze out several sexy wrinkles, which were extremely carnal.
Wherever Mr. Ping'an wants to see, I will take it off for you.She blushed and bit her lip.
Of course, you have to do it step by step, Zhang Ning said: I want to see the Jade Rabbit in the Moon Palace.
Fang Ling covered her mouth and smiled. As she did what she said, she moved her body and straddled Zhang Ning, who was leaning on the pillow, lowered her head and gently untied her white bra. Then the rabbit jumped out lively, put her chest on Zhang Ning's mouth, then reached out to hug his head, and said tremblingly: Just hold it in...
Zhang Ning was dazzled and didn't know where he was, but what really made him unable to stop was not the shape and color of the jade rabbit, but her voice and her movements, gentle and elegant. Even if he said very explicit words and did very lustful actions, he was like a daughter's act of tenderness and tenderness, without any vulgarity.
He was submerged in the warmth and softness. He reached out and gently stroked her smooth and curved back, slowly downward, and couldn't help but insert his palm into the waist of her skirt, touching the erect buttocks of the buzzer. He could smell a slight panting in his ears and let out a delicate moan.
The curtain swayed a little, covering the sound of the slightest ropes of the skirt.
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