The Record of the Blackening of Traitors

A traitorous minister, one person is under one man and over ten thousand people, covering the sky with one hand.

A treacherous minister, long-sleeved and good at dancing, acts recklessly and recklessly, and will be punished.

A treacherous official can make a decision in the upper hand and the imperial pen can turn the rivers and lakes upside down, and the people are in dire straits.

"Traitor", Liancheng, Uncle Lian's famous masterpiece.

This treacherous minister had a miserable childhood. He worshiped generals fifteen years ago. After the country was destroyed and his family was destroyed, he fought all the way and was invincible. Anyone who stood in his way would ask Huang Quan.

However, he died of being cut by thousands of cuts, and his bones were blown to ashes.

Naturally, the hero is not a traitor.

The male protagonist is a pure and pure snow lotus of the stallion genre at that time, known as the dog brother Shi Potian, cold, arrogant and poisonous snake, he never makes himself move in that kind of thing, just lies down.The castrated old eunuch was cynical, gloomy, and cold.

However, no matter who is the male lead, even the uncle, as a real father, has all the skills maxed out, day by day.He is also a powerful figure of the ten daughters of the night. Even the uncle is an eloquent theorist on certain matters. I have to scratch my head and think about it, and every time I update it, the comments are always hard to say.

"One wall, Beijing suite" fat homesteader, facing the male protagonist... ruthless indifference, all guessed, either the author didn't mention it, or the male protagonist still has true love.

In this regard, Uncle Lian personally said: "Beauties, there are even more beautiful ones."

The girls mingling among them tapped their keyboards loudly: Shit, what was that before?Whoring for nothing?What's the difference between the top card and the client?

Men's extravagant thoughts are probably difficult for women to understand.

Actually, this is similar to Frozen Beauty.I don't like it, but if you have to throw yourself into your arms, take off your clothes and go to bed, it's worth it... Hehehe!

Standing without fighting is the ultimate dream of Uncle Lian.

The male lead is wonderfully set up, but the treacherous minister is dead, and even the uncle scratched his chin, expecting to be reborn. After all, there are too many things here that are not explained clearly. He privately thinks that the treacherous minister will fight for a hundred years. Necessary.

I have to write an earth-shattering beauty to treat the male attendant... that is probably what kind of disease.

right!

The bad thing is that he will enter the first [-] words.

It's okay to have no ending, but I'm afraid that the plot will be convulsed, and if a pig's tail comes in suddenly, he will really burp.

The golden body of the male protagonist is immortal, but the treacherous ministers must die.

Uncle Lian: Digging a hole, I really buried myself, so I can find someone to reason with.

One level, it has been a thousand years.

Eliminate karmic obstacles and eliminate evil roots. As soon as you step out of the pagoda, you will pull the monk guarding the pagoda to a good place. The euphemistic name is: go to get rid of bad luck.

……

Jincheng.

In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, how many buildings were in the mist and rain.

Before the imperial dynasty, Jincheng was the capital of the Southern Dynasties, and it was the most unique and wonderful work in the Three Thousand Realms.

Why is it said to be a wonderful flower, because the king of the Southern Dynasty has always believed in Buddhism devoutly. It is a beggar on the street, and the fragrance can be soaked into the bones.

People in the Southern Dynasties referred to this as: becoming a Buddha.

After coming and going, Jincheng won the title of a Buddhist town.

The bad thing is that Xia Jie, the last king of the Southern Dynasty, was a strange man who indulged in pleasure, lust, sex, violence and bloodthirsty.

Change the temple into a flower building, the inner palace wine pool meat grove, choose women from all over the world to serve, especially the beloved concubine Daxi, build a palace, build high-rise buildings, if you want to be in the sky, you can pick stars with your hands.

Today, thousands of years have passed, but it is hard to find whether the Zhaixing Tower is real or not, but this Qinlou Chu Pavilion, layer by layer, layer by layer, powder and sandalwood, daughter tenderness and solemn pagoda, just look at it. Comment on some unusual flavors.

The goblin entered the monk's house, and acted recklessly, charmingly and passionately, even more corrupt than a luxury.

The higher-ups don't seem to have any other intentions about this place. It's been a thousand years, just let him go, it's quite casual, it's really intriguing.

Towards night, Jincheng Long Street lit up lotus glazed lamps one after another, with high eaves and lower handles, row upon row of towers and terraces across the river, scattered highlands, long corridors and waterside pavilions with dim lights and noisy voices.

The poplar flowers are gone, and the blue stones are as old as before. A childish child who occasionally runs out of the crowd holds a white cup of glass, wears a black mask, and has a high bundle of red silk hair. Afterwards, several children chase after him. The newly arrived dudes heard the sound and looked around.

Hey, it is worth seeing once you hear it a hundred times. It is indeed a disregarded Fireworks and Willow Lane, so prosperous.

"The sky is never night, the sky is never night, Qinggong has lost its old sensuality."

This is a young man, not yet crowned, dressed in a Confucian robe, holding a folding fan with jade bones and white face, slapping his palm and shaking his head.

He stood in front of the flower boat, drank wine to the moon, poured down his glass, and when he turned around, several fellows who didn't understand anything applauded repeatedly.

As soon as the boat passed by, the people on the Xuan Chuang Pavilion roared with laughter.

Suddenly, a pipa sounded, and she laughed and whispered softly.

Inside the house, there is a golden platform with painted screens and silk and bamboo orchestras, which are noisy and hurried, reflecting the women dancing in light gauze, flirting with winking eyes, like strands of silk, like the deep love in the spring water.

The peony screen in the middle has fallen down, and the shoulders of the woman on it are half exposed, and a colorful peony picture is looming. Hooking, sweeping the pen in his hand from head to tail in an infinitely enchanting manner, gently lifting the pen with the white teeth and wrapping it into the lips, the tails of the eyes are slanted.

The end of this woman's eyes was red, her eyebrows were drawn very thinly, and the little dandies who looked at her lightly looked at her in a high spirits.

Jincheng Yunle, heaven and earth.

However, this woman is still indifferent to the prey she has set her sights on tonight, she just concentrates on drinking and drinking silently.

Across a green screen window, the man was sitting behind, the lights were as dizzy as day, and only a silhouette could be seen, the eyelashes were like the wings of a butterfly fluttering its wings.

The green screen window is very beautiful, with a red rose embroidered on the oblique side, and the man is sitting opposite the blue grass, as if sniffing the rose carefully, full of charm.It is like a flower separated from the clouds, ethereal and trembling.

……

"Hey, I'll show you something good today."

The dance and music faded away, and the young man, who was so drunk that he didn't know what day and night it was, took out a book from his arms, and all the friends surrounded him, even ignoring the flower girl who had been flirting with him for a long time.

The flower girl stuck it up by herself, resting her chin on the shoulders of the boys, without saying a word, just going to see what kind of obscene thing she brought out this time.

Fortunately, it's still quite serious, only an album of erotic palaces written in the Book of Songs outside.

All the dudes were disappointed.

As far as this thing is concerned, whoever came here has secretly treasured one box after another, and now I don’t know where it is locked in a corner to get ashes.

"Assuming that you are carrying something good, with warm and fragrant nephrite in your hand, what is the use of this junk."

"That's not it," said as she leaned into the arms of Hua Niang beside her, buried her head in front of her chest, took a deep breath, turned around and acted like a gentleman, "Could it be that you... "

Hesitant to say, the metaphor is obvious.The flower girls covered their lips and smiled delicately.

"Go, go." The boy mentioned the album, pointing to a small corner, "See, what is written here?"

"Written what?"

The dandies gathered together to look at the past, not knowing whether it was because they were dizzy from the wine or from the fragrance of the daughter next to them, it took a long time to recognize the two words.

"show mercy?"

Someone murmured.

"Oh, it's Rongqing." The young man suddenly withdrew the album, and became arrogant and conceited, "Do you know which Rongqing it is?"

It was strange for him to ask this question, and he slapped his thigh close to him and smiled respectfully, "Three thousand worlds are so big, there are too many drawing albums, let's look at the pictures and albums, and find out who is messing with the paintings and what they are doing, is it possible?" , will order from this person next time? A joke.”

"Don't pay attention to him. You don't know. His father's new concubine is his old friend in Jincheng. It is said that he came in with a belly. He is bored these days. He doesn't say it, and he doesn't say it. Bad debt."

"Don't talk about it. Quite a few of the people who come here to hang out in Jincheng have this situation, and they can't tell if they are suffering."

As the saying goes, it is hardest to accept the favor of a beauty. The beauty of Jincheng's Huaniang is afraid of accidentally entering the door.

The flower girls around were excited when they heard it, and snuggled up to the boys without making a sound, as if there was no such person.

Jincheng Flower Street and Willow Alley has its own rules, never discussing family affairs with guests. Speaking of this, they know it better than this group of dandies who put on their faces. These men have a lot of dirty things.

Among the people who came here, there are a few men who are not associated with clothes and beasts. They are dirty on the bed and serious off the bed. When they lift their pants, they treat it as a sexual dream.

Boys, you say a word, I say a word, and quickly forget about the album.The man was dissatisfied, he patted the table, and said angrily: "Do you still want to listen to me?"

They were all classmates from childhood, and looking at that god-given green light, someone soon expressed his opinion, "Listen, let's talk quickly."

"The number one treacherous official in the dynasty, let us be sympathetic."

Inside the blue screened window, Uncle Lian, who was drinking down his stomach, spit out a mouthful of wine.

What, what the hell.

When did he do the business of reselling erotic pictures?

The monk Wuhua at the side closed his eyes tightly, holding Buddhist beads in his hands, and chanting scriptures.

On the other side, Hua Niang, the top of Jincheng, looked at the 'uncle' who suddenly spewed out a mouthful of wine and smiled foolishly.

Uncle Lian took a break from his busy schedule, and it was rare to find that there was a woman inside, and she was looking at him with one hand on her head, with a salivating face saying 'I'll sleep with him when he's drunk'.

For a while, I couldn't express my mood in words.

No matter where you go, someone wants to sleep with him, ho!

Outside, as soon as the word "treacherous minister Rongqing" came out, they were silent for a while, peeping left and right, Qi Qi made a gesture of silence.

Someone whispered: "Keep your voice down, the last time you talked about Rongqing, the grass on the grave is taller than you and me."

All the dandies nodded in unison, and then began to scramble for no reason, regardless of whether it was true or not.

Even the uncle was baffled.

Coincidentally, there was a new dandy who was not very proficient with the dandy, and asked, "What's the use of stealing a book of erotic palaces?"

"You, I don't know something. This is a good thing. Under the reputation of the first treacherous minister of the dynasty, there is still the name of the ten daughters of Yeyu." When the man said Xingtou, his fingers compared and stared round. Eyes, it's like seeing your ancestors in broad daylight, it's an excitement.

"Think about it, Yushi Nu, as a man, are you not tempted?"

Ten girls!No, no, he deserves it!

No, whoever messed up the arrangement, he's going to kill him.

Uncle Lian reluctantly swallowed a sip of wine, and Wu Hua who was beside him opened his eyes.

The most taboo of Qinlou and Chuguan is hairless, but who makes a bald donkey without flowers look good.

The so-called one appearance is present, and there are no taboos.

On the other side outside, looting failed, and it was changed to money.But the young man who was neglected at first quit and collected the album, showing a high spirit.

"Isn't it just a book of erotic pictures, go and buy it yourself."

"Dung and gold inlaid with jade, how can it be the same, this is the appearance, and the appearance can be done casually."

Uncle Lian: I'm sorry, not casually, he is a painter and never draws such a damn thing.

"Your family is not a first-class clan in Shangjing, why not?"

"How could it be, our dynasty, as long as anyone with the word tolerance, regardless of whether it is true or not, they directly entered Weiyang Palace. What happened to the first-class clan? It's not like you don't know that Weiyang Palace is very powerful."

"What you said is so mysterious, what is that merciful thing in Weiyang Palace doing?"

"Look, look, you know that what the teacher taught has been fed to dogs, you don't even know that."

"You know you want to come here to hang out with us, have..."

"Don't interrupt, just listen to him."

The man raised his head, straightened his clothes, with an unfathomable expression on his face, "You all know that Rong Qing is lustful, right? Then do you know that Rong Qing used to be the teacher of Weiyang Palace, the prince and grand tutor, and ah ..."

Coughing lightly, beckoning people to gather, Fang whispered: "That one has the blood of the Charming Monster, is about fourteen or five years old, looks like..." pointing to the flower girl beside him, who was surrounded by a group of dandies. Under the gaze, nodded.

The Charming Monster Clan, the most beauties in the Three Thousand Realms, can't even be compared with the Mermaid Clan.

Shock!Shocking secret!

"How is it possible? This is talking about broken sleeves. Men and women take it all. It's disgusting. How dare you say that."

"Why don't you dare. Immortals are not the same as our mortal bodies. They are called Taoist couples, and they are not the same as us. They need to be passed on to the next generation."

That's what I said!Others were speechless.

The flower girl next to her tasted something, and she seldom asked, "Then, what about Rongqing? What does it look like?"

"It is stated in the book that she has a blue face and long fangs, a short stature, and only one thing that is special."

Uncle Lian hid his face and nodded his brows with his fingertips, very irritable.There are very few people like him, who can express a sense of charm in a hurry.

That flower girl is even more crazy.

……

"Nonsense, these five short nights and ten girls, we..."

Someone made a final decision, "You are so talented!"

"Borrow something!"

As soon as this remark came out, the dandies agreed repeatedly.

Even the uncle's fingertips were about to twitch.Wuhua has nothing to do with himself, "Speak to the Buddha, my Buddha is merciful, calm, don't cause killing, and become a Buddha as soon as possible."

Uncle Lian pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered.My Buddha is merciful to your Lord's sorrow.

He didn't know when Xiaoling Mountain became a Buddha.

"No, but I heard from my great-great-great-grandmother that Rong Qing was a well-known beauty at that time."

Upon hearing the great-great-great-grandmother, a series of people hand in hand, "Longevity, longevity."

"It doesn't matter what he looks like, he has been around for thousands of years, and there are still flowers in a pile of loess and mud."

"Wrong, wrong, Rongqing was hacked into pieces back then, and his bones were blown to ashes."

"So cruel."

"You don't even look at the things he did, which one is not worth the ashes. Just starving to death [-] people in Guanzhong is enough for him to die [-] times, not to mention the loyal officials and good generals who died because of him back then. , the most pitiful thing is the girl's family who entered the palace, who won [-] yuan and died [-] yuan."

"You have to know, those were all first-class beauties in the Three Thousand Realms at that time."

"There are also rivers and canals being built, countless corvee workers, and many people dying. One after another, there are countless crimes that are devoid of conscience."

"However, his paintings and characters are really good. After my great-grandfather met him once, the others couldn't catch my eyes anymore."

……

Wrong glasses of wine, singing at midnight.On the highest pagoda in Jincheng, the only old monk who was still here rang the bronze bell.

He was already very old, and the intermittent ringing of the bell could only make people think of the words exhausted.

Even the uncle couldn't bear to listen to the obscene language inside, he took a jug of wine and climbed to the top of the tower to sit, bit off the red wine seal, dragged the bottom of the altar, and took a sip with his head up.

Spirits come out of the rouge pile, it's true.

"Master once said that you are the most spiritual in Xiaoling Mountain."

There are no flowers falling on the corner of the eaves, the sandalwood beads in the hands are constantly holding the seal, and the white clothes are crossing the moon, like a fairy.

Uncle Lian glanced at it, and found it boring, but his head was too bright.

"The old man also said that I am the most devilish, why don't you say that." He raised his eyebrows and hung his legs, like a second uncle.

"Forget it, your sentence has expired, and I will no longer guard you."

After all, the talking buddha and flower spirits of Xiaoling Mountain could not achieve the Dao as the master wished.

"Let's go." Standing up with the wine in hand, he turned and walked towards the darkness on one side, raising his hand, "I'll leave, don't let me see you."

Who knows that bald head after 1000 years.

"Where are you going?"

"Ah?" Uncle Lian was surprised, paused, set the wine jar back, and started to walk again, "I'm going to find my silent time and... happiness."

The author has something to say:

[Blackening and gloomy, setting the first stone-breaking attack on CP, unruly, R Tian R ground copying bricks and receiving] It is the same series as the next door "Fengxiu"

Xianyumeng CP has spent half a year, and the signing task needs to be completed

Code words are not easy, come and go at will, please do not be malicious

, come quietly, go quietly, like to collect, don't like to detour

Salted fish is a bad temper

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