Earthly Blue Yanlu

Ye Mianxi had an intriguing meaning in his eyes, not for fun, but for curiosity. There are so many jars of wine, enough to drown ten cows, but where did he drink it?He seemed to be unhappy about something, he was focused on getting drunk, but unfortunately his capacity for alcohol was too good to get drunk at all.

Ye Mianxi felt that since the young man wanted to get drunk so much, if he was not fulfilled, he would feel a little unhappy in his heart, but the smile on his lips deepened unconsciously.

"Tong Le" Ye Mianxi's gaze was fixed on Mo Linglang, and he didn't move away.Tong Le leaned down and listened carefully: "Go, help him" whispered a few words in Tong Le's ear mysteriously, and tapped the edge of the table with his knuckles in a good mood.

Tong Le was taken aback for a moment, then calmed down again, turned around and went downstairs, called the shopkeeper to give some instructions, went upstairs again, stood respectfully by Ye Mixi's side, and replied lightly: "It's all done."

Hearing the words, Ye Mian just smiled slightly, looking at Mo Linglang with more anticipation...

The rain outside the window is a little bit thinner, and it looks like it is about to stop. There are clouds that are not very bright and the sun is not very bright.

It seems that it is difficult to get drunk.Thinking in his heart, Mo Linglang couldn't help but smile wryly, he poured the wine down his throat even more violently, several empty wine jars were already overturned by his hand, the shopkeeper didn't need to wait for the guests to call him, he had already ordered the waiter to connect a few more jars, Don't dare to neglect.

While drinking the fragrant peach blossom wine, my mind has already flown elsewhere.

He thought of the tall trees covering the sky and the cheerful birds in Luoyu Valley.

The sun shines brightly through the dense branches and leaves, and casts mottled and swaying broken shadows among the green grass. The birds will fly quickly against the dense tree tops, and with a cheerful cry, they will fly straight to the sky. Its wings will inadvertently shatter the white floating clouds in the sky, and then scatter away.

He has always envied the free flying birds, and every day longs for himself to have a pair of flying wings, pass through the dense branches and leaves of Luoyu Valley, and rush to the sky.

But now his life is as he wishes, he can freely do what he wants to do, but his heart is always empty and uncomfortable. No matter how boring life was before, at least he still has a father to accompany him, but now, only Leave yourself alone.

He couldn't help stroking the green cloth wrap with his fingers, and all his father left him was this long robe. He sighed sadly, the melancholy between his brows deepened, and even his eyes were slightly sad.

The scene in front of him suddenly shook slightly, and his mind was a little dizzy. Mo Linglang stretched out his hands to support his head, and murmured imperceptibly: "It turns out that I don't drink very well." It's just that this is the result he wanted. Smile lightly, it's good to be drunk, and you won't think of the sad past when you're drunk.Feeling sleepy gradually, Mo Linglang simply leaned on the table and fell asleep blatantly.

Finally drunk, all the guests in the restaurant sighed, they didn't expect a handsome boy at such a young age to drink so much.

But only Ye Mianxi knew best why a young boy like Dionysus was defeated by the last few pots of unremarkable wine.He just had a bodhisattva heart, and couldn't bear to see the young boy depressed because of getting drunk, so he sent a copper le to pour the packaged Mongolian sweat medicine into the wine. His good intentions were not in vain, and the boy finally fell down on the table.

Ye Mianxi was already standing beside Mo Linglang, leaned over to take a closer look, stretched out his right index finger to lightly touch Linglang's delicate and moist cheek, and gradually stroked his attractive red lips, rubbing gently, Very soft lips, like a soft white feather.

Ye Mianxi suddenly had an impulse in his heart, but he still calmly put away his fingers on his thin lips, bent down to pick up Ling Lang and walked out of the restaurant.

Tong Leping casually glanced at the green cloth package on the table, and carried it out expressionlessly.

Outside the restaurant, a gorgeous carriage parked slowly in front of Ye Mianxi, Tong Le lifted the curtain of the carriage, and respectfully helped Ye Mixi get into the carriage, while he drove the carriage slowly away.

Ye Mianxi sat in a comfortable carriage, holding a soft and beautiful body, and for the first time doubted Tong Le's driving skills.Lifting the corner of the curtain, lightly ordered: "Let the carriage go faster."

Tong Le didn't say a word, glanced at the curtain of the car lightly, raised the whip in his hand, and accelerated the speed.

In the gorgeous palace, the golden bed curtains hanging down to the ground faintly float with the wind, and the candle flames dance slightly on the finely carved sandalwood table.

Ye Mianxi sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the young man who was lying on the bed with a beautiful face and sleeping soundly. His eyebrows were long and delicate, his nose was small and cute, and there was a faint sadness between his brows, like a cloud of mist enveloping it.Especially his slightly parted thin lips, so tempting that Ye Mianxi couldn't look away.Stretch out your fingers to gently caress his sad brows, carefully describe his beautiful eyes, and stroke his nose bridge, nose tip, chin, and chin. silky.

Ye Mianxi smiled softly, slid his hand over his snow-white neck, and slowly unbuttoned his clothes. His skin was white and healthy, just like a baby's skin can be broken by blowing.His breath was long and shallow, and the delicate fragrance of pear blossoms floated on his body.

Ye Mianxi narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, stretched out his hand to spread Ling Lang's ink-like hair, lowered his head and sniffed his breath greedily, slowly kissed his lips, and sucked lightly, his lips were soft and slightly soft. Cool, with a fresh pear aroma.

Reaching out to put down the floor-length bed curtain, the candlelight danced slightly on the veil, reflecting a soft and ambiguous halo.

Mo Linglang had a dream, in which there was a lingering white mist everywhere, and a blurry figure was vaguely wrapped in the mist, as if smiling at him, but no matter how wide he opened his eyes, he still couldn't see. clear his face.