Red plums reflect youth

"You can tell me now," Qiao Yang suddenly leaned back and opened a distance so that he could see Ziqing's face clearly and catch the slightest change in his eyes: "Is it me that you dreamed about in your dream?

The subject suddenly changed back.

Ziqing bit her lip, no, she still couldn't say it.

"Alas..." Qiao Yang sighed heavily, and pulled Ziqing into his arms again: "Forget it. No matter who you dreamed about, I only know that you are the catastrophe of my life. Do you know? Seeing you playing the piano on the stage, like a fairy who has fallen into the world, I wish that you looked at me...I'm so scared...Ziqing, now so many people know how good you are, I'm really scared, there is One day, I won't even have the chance to hug you and kiss you..."

"It's you..." Ziqing interrupted Qiao Yang's words with a surge of emotion, and buried her head in his arms.

"Ok?"

"It was you in the dream."

Liu Qiaoyang's eyes twinkled like stars: "I knew it..." Then he cupped Ziqing's face: "Then let's continue."

Seeing Qiao Yang's face getting closer and closer to her, and about to touch her lips, Ziqing blushed with shame, suddenly turned her head, and pushed Qiao Yang away: "No, I'm still sick, I will Infected you."

Qiao Yang wasted no time, with a face full of desire and dissatisfaction, but seeing Ziqing's shy look, his heart was secretly sweet, and he took the medicine bowl beside him: "Then drink the medicine quickly... um... it's cold It's..." Suddenly, he had an idea, raised his eyebrows with a malicious smile and said, "I'll warm it up for you first."

He took the medicine in the bowl into his mouth in one gulp, then pressed Ziqing under his body, and moved to his mouth to feed the medicine.

This scoundrel, Ziqing said angrily in his heart, but he could no longer dodge, so he could only accept it with slightly parted lips.

After feeding the medicine, Qiao Yang didn't intend to leave at all. The tip of his tongue gently and meticulously licked every inch of Ziqing's mouth, wrapping around his soft tongue, sucking, licking and biting, traced carefully, let go quickly, and then including...

Ziqing was so entangled in his lingering kiss that he felt hot all over. He didn't know if it was sickness or embarrassment... I just felt that my heart was full, and my whole body was filled with endless joy, and I even voluntarily stuck out my tongue come to haunt him...

long time, long time,

It wasn't until the knock on the door suddenly sounded that the two of them were startled and separated quickly.

"Ziqing, can I come in?" It was Mingyan's voice.

Ziqing shrank under the quilt in shame, trying to hide her blushing face, and replied vaguely, "Come in."

Liu Qiaoyang smiled brightly at the side.

Mingyan opened the door and came in. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Ziqing's glowing red face and couldn't help but blame Qiao Yang: "What's wrong? It didn't take long. Why did Ziqing's fever get worse?"

Liu Qiaoyang hurriedly said: "How would I know, look, all the medicine has been fed."

Ziqing in the quilt threw Qiao Yang a sharp eyebrow, and then covered it up: "Mingyan, it's okay, I think it's much better."

Mingyan still felt very suspicious, but suddenly remembered the purpose of this trip, and said: "Ziqing, the emperor greatly appreciated our last play, and wanted us to go to the palace during the regular dinner for the officials in the twelfth lunar month. Miss Xuefei asked me to let me know."

"Your Majesty... is that the man in the yellow shirt that day?" Ziqing nodded to show that he knew, and murmured, as if thinking about the man's appearance.

"Great opportunity!" Liu Qiaoyang's eyes lit up, and he said to Mingyan, "I just took this opportunity to sneak into the palace and take down Qingying in one fell swoop."