My white moonlight, he pretends to be sick again

"boom--"

The bonfire was splashed with a bowl of wine, and the orange-red flame suddenly rose up, and the firewood piled up below crackled, and the scarlet sparks were blown by the wind and scattered, burning up in mid-air and turning into fly ash, falling on the bright red wedding dress of the "bride" .

In the open space, nine boys and girls in wedding gowns and hijabs knelt facing the flames, their bodies trembling, and the smell of Xinyin* was brought out by cold sweat and baked by the flames, steaming in the forest.

Sweet and inviting.

But Shao Yunlang, a Zedui*, couldn't hear it anyway, but Shi Ce, who had sneaked in with him, kept swallowing, and his breathing was getting heavy, so he rolled his eyes.

Heaven's stems are just fancy but not useful.

At this time, he was wearing a large cloak made of feathers of various colors, and on his face was a hideous mask carved out of wood and painted with oil paint. He was imitating the dance of the people in front of him.

This weird Nuo dance is reaching its climax. Ten dancers in red-bottomed feather coats and ghost faces are moving around the nine Dikun brides, their movements of leaning up and shaking their heads are wild and powerful.

The bright red bottom robe undulates like waves with the movements, and the faster the drum beats, the faster the dance moves.

Seeing Shi Ce's sluggish bastard stepped on his robe and almost threw himself into the fire, adding a roasted whole pig to this weird farce, Shao Yunlang clicked his tongue, turned around and threw him away. Pull to the position behind yourself.

The drumbeat stopped, and Shao Yunlang stopped in front of a bride.

The intense dance and the guilt involved made Shao Yunlang's heart beat like thunder. Fortunately, all the dancers were panting violently, and he was not obvious among them.

He glanced at the bride who was sitting on her knees with her back turned to him, and in a hurry, he only remembered this person's slender, jade-white neck, and Shi Ce tugged at his sleeves behind him.

Because of Shao Yunlang's turn, he became the only one who failed, and he was looking at Shao Yunlang blankly at this moment.

But it was also the first time for Shao Yunlang to dance this ghost show. He only knew that it was the folk story of "Ten Palace Ghost Envoy Marries a Wife" among the people of Dazhao, but he didn't know why Shi Ce was left behind.

It's just that the people kneeling around didn't show any abnormalities, they were still bowing their heads and muttering reverently, as if they had done this in previous years.

The "ghost" in front of Shao Yunlang had already taken his bride, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and grab the little Dikun's hand, and quietly gestured to Shi Ce behind him, telling him to withdraw first and act accordingly.

The crowd backed away silently, making way for the "newcomers".

Shi Ce was surrounded by the crowd and taken away, and he also responded with a "careful" gesture.

Guessing that he was going to report to the official, Shao Yunlang felt relieved, touched the signal smoke in his sleeve, and followed the couple in front of him.

He was still holding that little Dikun's hand with his other hand, and he didn't know if this delicate and frail beauty was frightened, but the slender fingers were held by him, a little cold.

This hand had well-proportioned joints and an excellent hand feel, not as soft as the ordinary Di Kun. Shao Yunlang squeezed his palm, silently comforting him.

The bride's footsteps paused, her left body visibly stiffened, and after a while, she continued to walk slowly as if nothing had happened.

The two walked hand in hand for a section of the mountain road, and a temple appeared vaguely in the dense forest ahead, with red silk hanging from the eaves, and red gauze lanterns swaying in the night wind, casting a hazy halo.

The pillars and walls at the four corners are painted with pictures of ghosts and humans having sex with gaudy colors. Although the paintings are rough, there is a bit of evil in the flickering lights.

Shao Yunlang raised his eyes and glanced at the temple full of obscenities, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his arms.

It really doesn't look like a temple, but more like the most inferior Goulan courtyard by the Zhijin River in the capital city.

However, the paintings of ghosts and gods are realistic. After all, some people are uglier than the evil ghosts on the wall.

Entering the temple gate, there are wing rooms on both sides. The "newcomers" in front of Shao Yunlang have already entered the first room on the left, and he then pushed open the door of the second room.

After entering the room, he turned and closed the door, and then took a look at the furnishings in the room.

Simply get straight to the point, just a bed, and... a few gadgets on the table for in-room techniques.

Hong Zhu wept, the atmosphere was too ambiguous, Shao Yunlang coughed awkwardly, and raised his hand to lift the ghost's face.

Putting his finger on the hard mask, he hesitated again. If his bride, who believed in ghosts and gods stubbornly, found out that he was a fake, wouldn't it be troublesome to warn her loudly?

He temporarily dismissed the idea of ​​showing his face, and turned to look at the beauty standing by the table.

Looking at the past, Shao Yunlang was taken aback for a moment.

This little Dikun is incredible, he seems to be half a head taller than him, with a high girdle, a tall and straight figure, a slender waist and long legs.

The skeleton...is it too big?

Shao Yunlang muttered to himself, but politely kept silent, Xiao Dikun couldn't listen to this.

He stepped forward and raised his hand to lift the hijab, thinking that if the boy cried out in a while, he would stuff the hijab into the man's mouth, it's better to be rude than to expose his identity.

He tore off the big red silk cloth with red tassels and embroidered mandarin ducks playing in the water.

The cool and slippery fabric flickered crimson in the candlelight, before Shao Yunlang could see what his bride looked like, a cold light swept out from the back of the hijab and went straight to his mask.

In a hurry, Shao Yunlang only came up to one side of his head, gave way to the dagger, and then pointed at the little Dikun's veins with one hand.

However, the opponent's reaction was quicker. With a flick of his wrist, the dagger stabbed down, cutting through the wide feather cloak with a "stab".

"Tsk..." Shao Yunlang took a step back, looked down at his clothes, and couldn't help but teased: "Young master is so handsome!"

Since this person resisted, he probably did not voluntarily participate in this sacrifice. Shao Yunlang raised his eyes with a smile, and was about to explain his reason for coming.

Coincidentally, the boy who was still wearing wedding clothes hooked his lower lip.

It doesn't matter whether this smile is hilarious or mocking, the important thing is...

Too beautiful.

Shao Yunlang froze in place, only four big characters were left floating around in his head for a moment.

The color is like spring flowers.

The young man's bright and cheerful clothes set off his skin like fat, and his long crow-black hair slid down his cheeks. His eyebrows and eyes were like a famous artist's pen, carefully outlined with Hui ink, and the ink at the end of his eyes was still moist. His whole face was cold and clear, except for his thin lips. A little crimson color on the face makes the person in the painting suddenly vivid.

He was stunned, but the other party didn't miss this opportunity, raised his hand and waved it again.

Shao Yunlang leaned back, his waist was extremely soft and he bent back. This little Dikun was very skilled, and the candlelight flickered behind him with the palm wind.

The feather coat on his body dragged, and he took another step back with unsteady steps, muttering to himself that this "delicate beauty" had terrifyingly strong hands.

But she is good-looking, if anyone marries this beauty in the future, even being beaten twice a day is worth it.

"Hey! If you fight again, I won't be polite!" Shao Yunlang took off the mask with one hand and threw it over.

As soon as the beauty stepped aside, the mask was thrown on the small table behind him, and the smashed balls clinked and rolled around for a while, and he looked back at Shao Yunlang, also slightly taken aback.

A hint of amazement flashed quietly in his ink-like pupils, and after a while, he chuckled and asked, "Qing Ben, beautiful woman, how can I be a thief?"

The voice is also nice, like gold and jade hitting each other, slow and pleasant.

Shao Yunlang's grandmother was a barbarian woman, so her eyebrows and eyes were darker, her pupils were a lighter brown color, and the corners of her lips were full of joy, and the smile was even more romantic and affectionate.

Usually he was the one who teased others as "beauties". Unexpectedly, he was molested by a beauty today. For a while, he thought this little Dikun, who was not shy and twitchy, was quite interesting.

"I'm not a thief, I'm here to catch thieves." Shao Yunlang simply tore off the tattered feather coat, leaving only the red undershirt inside, "Wait a minute, I'll give my companion a signal smoke, Let him bring the yamen over."

"Wait." The boy shook his head and said in a low voice, "These people who danced the ghost show are not the real mastermind behind the scenes. Wait a minute."

Compared with Shao Yunlang, who sneaked in temporarily, this young man obviously figured out the way of this group of people. At this time, he calmly closed his sleeves that were too flowing, revealing a beautiful wrist.

If there is a Tiangan or Dikun who can sense the smell of Xinyin, you will find that the inferior sweet smell in the room is fading, and a more powerful cold fragrance rises, floating on the boy's body looming .

But Shao Yunlang is a Zedui, he didn't notice anything wrong with the beauty Kun in front of him at all, and reminded him in a low voice: "If there is chaos in a while, you should follow me."

The boy blinked and smiled meaningfully.

"Okay, I just don't know yet, how should I call you young master?"

Shao Yunlang thought for a while, "My surname is Yun, and my family is five, so just call me Yun Wu."

It sounds like a pseudonym.

Gu Yuanzheng didn't mind, he erased one word of his name, nodded lightly and said, "Gu Yuan."

Don't talk about his skills, just say that Mr. Gu has a noble demeanor, he is not like a child from an ordinary village family, but Shao Yunlang doesn't want to ask more questions, and when they met by chance, he just used a fake name to deceive people.

Both of them knew very well that "the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water", and they didn't intend to talk, so the room fell silent for a while.

But the silence only lasted for a moment, the small temple suddenly became noisy, clusters of flames swayed, someone shouted something loudly, and the next moment sharp feather arrows pierced the night with flames.

Shao Yunlang's expression changed, and he walked quickly towards Mr. Gu, trying to pull him into a corner, but he walked too fast, and stepped on some slippery pillar, his foot slipped, and he threw himself onto the corner. On the delicate beauty.

Gu Yuanzheng didn't expect him to pounce on him, so he took two steps back before he could dodge. He was thrown firmly, and when he lowered his head, he could see the curly black hair of the boy named Yun Wu.

He was half leaning on the small flimsy table, the small wooden table half a person's height was already on the verge of falling, when pressed by two slender teenagers, there was a dangerous creaking sound immediately.

Shao Yunlang supported Gu Yuanzheng's waist with one hand, leaned on the small table, and subconsciously grabbed something. Before he could take a closer look, the broken table broke apart with a "crash--".

In the mess, Shao Yunlang scolded Gu Niang, his forehead hit the beauty's chin, his eyes blurred in pain, and it seemed that Young Master Gu was also hurt by him, so he took a light breath.

It was a blessing in disguise for the two of them to avoid a few incoming arrows, but the current posture is really not good.

Mr. Gu was pressed under him, and his loose long hair fell apart like splashing ink. He just lay there among all kinds of gadgets, pinched his chin with one hand, and frowned slightly. It was really... …

Shao Yunlang touched his nose, um, it's fine, no nosebleed.

He was about to get up, but there was even more noise outside the courtyard. It seemed that another wave of people came in. In the commotion, someone kicked open their door and shouted loudly: "Dian... Yun Wu! I'm looking for someone! "

Shi Ce's voice stopped abruptly, and Shao Yunlang, who was kneeling on Gu Yuanzheng's body, stared wide-eyed. It took a long time before he tremblingly stretched out a finger, and his voice split.

"You, you, you..." He breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly raised his voice, "Could it be that you did a fake show for real?! Beast! Beast!"

Shao Yunlang glanced at the small sheepskin whip in his hand, then at the frowning beauty lying on the table...

"That's not the case!" He shook off the delicate little whip like a hot hand, turned over and got up, "Listen to me..."

Gollum-

A small hollow jade ball fell out of his sleeve again, and rolled all the way to Shi Ce's feet.

Shao Yunlang hid his face.

Forget it, he can't tell today.

The author has something to say: [Note: Xinyin/Pheromone, Tiangan/A, Zedui/B, Dikun/O]

Slip and kneel!I know, the donkeys in the production team dare not rest like me_(:з」∠)_

Hugs to the little angels who have been waiting for a long time!Meme~(≧▽≦)/~

But this article is really difficult to deliver T^T

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