I have nothing but luck

"Master, the national teacher told me something when I was in the palace—"

That is a very important event that can even be related to the rise and fall of Kyushu.

If the national teacher hadn't spoken up, perhaps with his passing away, he would be forever buried as a secret 200 years ago.

He responded with a long kiss.

Different from the usual tenderness and intimacy that accounted for the majority, the immediate intimacy carried a heavy sense of aggression.She sucked his lips and didn't say anything, but still stuck in and sucked the tip of his tongue relentlessly.

If there was a rapid current flowing from the tip of Xie Rongjiao's tongue to his whole body, his hands and feet would go numb, and all the words he had prepared were messed up into a mess.

Jiang Jingxing didn't give him a chance to continue, he held him tightly in his arms, clasped his waist and dragged him into his arms without letting go, the scorching heat under his palms made Xie Rongjiao uneasy even through several layers of clothes comfortable.

His normally straight waist seemed to be melted by the heat and softened in Jiang Jingxing's arms.

Jiang Jingxing said in a hoarse voice: "Ah Ci, I wish I could hold you in my arms all day long, hold you in my palm and coax you nicely. No matter how angry I am, I never dare to say a word to you, you will lose a hair I feel sorry for Si."

Jiang Jingxing has never said such blunt words to Xie Rongjiao.

Originally, with his rhetoric and eloquence, of course there is no shortage of sweet and slick tongues to make people happy.

It can be said that he has mastered all kinds of tricks to deceive people's happiness and hearts.

But he didn't dare to say it in front of Xie Rongjiao, for fear that his A Ci would think that he was too frivolous and lose his dignity.

Really loving someone will be so worried about gains and losses.

Jiang Jingxing's eyes sank slightly, and his voice was lower: "So, how dare they—"

It was his beloved who was careful, lest a trace of unsatisfactory stain his eyebrows.

It was also he who held it high, wishing he could roll up his sleeves and fan the wind to blow away the dust and dust around the bright moon.

Even knowing that Ji Huang died under the sword of the national teacher, Jiang Jingxing turned him out and whipped his corpse, and then destroyed the remaining half of the imperial palace in Haojing, and his violent thoughts still did not diminish.

Fortunately, there is still one Moro left in the world for him to vent, and settle accounts after autumn.

Xie Rongjiao was at a loss.

When he was in the Haojing Imperial Palace, even though he was in a dangerous situation with close to death, he was still very calm. He dared to use his sword against Ji Huang in the formation, and dared to break through the Mahayana surrounded by enemies.

When he saw Jiang Jingxing, he was at a loss.

When faced with such a thick and sincere heart, it is always not very orderly.

Xie Rongjiao's cheeks were flushed, like red plums leaving charming and moving imprints in the melting snow, and the smoke made moist water vapor appear in his eyes.

His lips were sucked bright red, and against the fine white background, his cold demeanor that was usually unattainable turned into a gorgeous beauty, a beauty that has never been seen in the world.

Jiang Jingxing finally let go of Xie Rongjiao's lips and stopped grinding them repeatedly.

He didn't know who to tell it to and murmured: "I'm actually not a good person."

After sending himself a bad guy card first, Jiang Jingxing said again: "In the words of the older generation, you are a frivolous libertine. I said that when you confessed your feelings to me that day, you are at a disadvantage, and you have taken advantage of the sky." I'm the one who gets the best deal."

He has endured it until now, and it seems that he can't bear not to take advantage of it any longer.

Xie Rongjiao panted slightly: "Master, I have always been here."

His words seemed to break the last shackles for Jiang Jingxing with his own hands, making Jiang Jingxing hug him to the bed without any scruples.

Layers of clothes were peeled off, and accompanied by a pair of candles flickering in front of the bed, there was the sound of non-stop panting.

Xie Rongjiao opened his eyes in a daze, and found that the sun was already high: "Master?"

Jiang Jingxing looked over with a guilty conscience.

Xie Rongjiao's wet tears and hoarse voice all showed the madness of last night.

It turns out that such a person who is so desolate, moody and unmoved like a cold spring and a cold pool can also be as warm as a pool of spring water and soft as a cloud, making people wish they could melt into him.

Xie Rongjiao just yelled two words, it was not very good.

Apparently recalling how many times he cried "Master" and begged him to stop when he was almost hoarse in bed yesterday.

Even later, when he became delirious and could only shed tears and beg Jiang Jingxing to stop, Xie Rongjiao chose to shut up with complicated emotions when he was half-coaxed and half-forced to call out some unknown titles.

Xie Rongjiao has never shed a lot of tears on the bed in his life.

Sure enough, he has been standing on top of Jiang Jing Xing to show off his power and become an ancestor for a long time, and he will return sooner or later.

It can be regarded as a good reincarnation.

"Yesterday they called me Jing Xing so affectionately." Jiang Jingxing sighed, "When I opened my eyes this morning, I became a master again."

He groaned bitterly, "It's true that you turn your face and deny anyone as soon as you get out of bed."

He didn't even look at who was bullying him and forcing him to yell out when he was insane and teary-eyed.

Xie Rongjiao wanted to take Zhenjiang Mountain and give Jiang Jingxing a few refreshments.

But he didn't copy it after all.

Too tired to move.

As early as when Xie Rongjiao fell asleep in a daze, Jiang Jingxing helped him bathe and clean up, put on clean clothes, washed up and finished the morning meal, although his waist and legs were still weak and his mind was in a trance, at least he got away from the mess last night out.

Jiang Jingxing kept his mouth shut and would never take the initiative to ask for a beating: "Ah Ci, where do we go next, return to Fengling?"

Even if he returned to Fengling to face the angry eyes of his old friends, he might have to suffer two more beatings, but it was worth it even for the sake of last night.

Xie Rongjiao glanced at him listlessly: "Then I will definitely pass the sword to Father."

Jiang Jingxing wisely shut up, and under Xie Rongjiao's sharp eyes, he managed to control his mouth of "a one-night couple, a hundred days of kindness".

Xie Rongjiao pondered for a moment: "Let's go to Nanman, you must find out what is going on with the soul lamp in Princess Ruyang's hand, so that you can last longer when you are beaten."

Last night's "Master" probably almost called out Xie Rongjiao's psychological shadow, making him choose to let go of this title and himself.

It seems that the national teacher has sent a lot of news to Ah Ci quite generously.

Maybe it was because of Jiang Jingxing's idea of ​​being a bachelor who could do nothing with him anyway, so he generously sent all the news that Xie Rongjiao needed.

Jiang Jingxing's soul lamp was something Xie Rongjiao worried about for a long time, and finally got the exact letter from the national teacher. Of course, he had to go to Nanjiang to have a look before he was willing to think about what to do next.

Jiang Jingxing held him in his arms, rested his chin lightly on the top of Xie Rongjiao's hair, and said in a gentle voice: "A Ci, I didn't mean to tell you, I was afraid that you would know that you were worried and uncomfortable, and you blamed yourself for not being able to help me. Wait After us, I am even more afraid that you will suffer more."

Xie Rongjiao looked at him quietly.

At that time, Jiang Jingxing was embarrassed for a long time, and now he can still feel that that kind of thinking sounds like a little underwhelming.

Jiang Jingxing tried to save the situation: "A Ci, no matter whether it is good or bad, I will never hide a word from you again."

"Ups and downs are one body, honor and disgrace are one body."

The two said this in unison.

One is high and the other is low, one is as intoxicating as the spring breeze sending fine wine, and the other is slightly hoarse in the tranquility.

For example, the different timbres of big and small clocks interweave surprisingly harmonious and solemn music, communicating with heaven and earth, and telling ghosts and gods.

Xie Rongjiao broke away from his embrace, raised his eyes and started laughing suddenly, his brows were lit up like a star with his rare narrow-mindedness, shining brightly: "Jing Xing, you think wrong, I won't blame myself for not being able to help you."

"Because I have a way to renew your soul lamp."

Jiang Jingxing's first reaction was not to hug his ancestor's golden thigh.

In the reverberation of Xie Rongjiao's scene, he couldn't extricate himself.

It is completely hopeless.