Buddha kill GL

Chapter 42

When Zisang woke up, he found that the sky was not bright, but his eyes were always noisy, so he opened them.

The lamps reserved for Acacia are still on in the room, and the light is a bit dazzling.

She didn't know when it happened, but she could hear some groans on the bed, so she sat up instinctively, and walked softly to the side of the bed, wanting to ask if there was anything she could do to help.

When she walked to the bed, she was at a loss when she saw the sweat dripping in front of her eyes.

The girl Hehuan must have been sober, but when she looked at Zisang, she narrowed her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth, and gave a slight smile, then gently closed her pink lips, and made a hiss.

Sweat dripped down Hehuan's slightly exposed shoulder bones, and his body slowly moved with the slight movement of his right arm.

Under He Huan's body, the neck is slightly raised, the throat line is straight, the cheeks are powdered, and the face is sweaty, it is not the girl A Xun.

Miss Ah Xun is not like the bad-tempered Ah Xun this time, the voice most of the time comes out from her lips and teeth.

Because of He Huan's sudden slowing down, Ah Xun stretched out his hand and gently held her face, his mouth was half tender and half weak, and he just said, "You want me, don't stop, it's very uncomfortable.

Then He Huan leaned down slightly, took a breath, put his lips on Ah Xun's eyelids, and said softly: "Okay, I'm here, you are mine, and I am yours."

As a result, the sound of panting in the room became louder, and He Huan's body moved obviously, and then he gave Zisang a wink to avoid him.

What on earth is this doing?

Zisang turned around gently, and walked back to the place where he was resting, listening to the two voices, and there was also some turbulent sound like the sound of water.

Ah Xun said it, was it the sound of water in the river?

But it seemed that it was still not dawn, Zi Sang nestled back into the quilt, listening to all kinds of soft words on the bed, sometimes became extremely aggressive, and sometimes became very soft.

There are also some mutual words in it, like talking to the other party, or begging the other party, or wanting to be faster, or wanting you, or wanting me.

So before he knew it, in his dream, Zisang saw Bai Yunmo walking towards him with his head tilted.

It seems that when I saw her for the first time, she was wearing a blue boy's clothes, and it also seemed that when I saw her for the first time, she was wearing a small bucket clothes and combing her elegant appearance with small rings on her temples.

Bai Yunmo grinned, rushed up to hug her, and rubbed her face with both hands.

So Zisang was woken up by rubbing her face. It wasn't Bai Yunmo who rubbed her face, it was the girl Hehuan.

The well-dressed, smiling, and not drunk Acacia girl said in front of her eyes, "What did you dream about?"

Zisang shook her head, feeling a little guilty, she didn't know why she pressed Bai Yunmo like acacia in her dream, she just felt that it was not a good thing.

"Then why are you blushing?"

Zisang touched his face and was a little startled. He didn't know what to say, so he quickly slipped out of the quilt: "I'm going to fetch water for the girls to wash."

"it is good."

When the water came, Hehuan took it and didn't let Zisang touch it again.

Zisang and Gu Mi, who had just gotten up, looked at the well-dressed, aloof, and usually a group of Hehuan girls who were always waiting for her servants helped Ah Xun to sit up and put her on a plain dress.

Miss Acacia rolled her sleeves around her arms and wrapped them up, exposing two sections of jade arms like lotus root, then scooped water and twisted the handkerchief to wash Miss A Xun's face.

When the handkerchief wiped the side of Ah Xun's neck, Zisang could clearly see several red marks, which were not there when she washed it yesterday.

When washing hands for Miss A Xun, Miss Hehuan squatted halfway, wiping the water drops on her fingertips, as if she was looking at a very precious thing in the world, very carefully, then gently put it on her lips and kissed it : "It would be great if I could accompany you like this every day."

Ah Xun didn't speak, but pulled his hand back somewhat inappropriately.

He Huan combed girl A Xun's hair, while combing, looked at the person in the mirror and smiled: "How about I also go and cut your hair so short?"

"not good."

"Why?"

Ah Xun's voice became a little stiff: "I only remember your waist-length hair."

The room fell silent again, so quiet that even the sound of the wind stirring up hair could be heard.

Before noon, Mother Liu hurriedly searched for it, and saw He Huan and Ah Xun sitting side by side by the railing, basking in the sun.

He Huan was talking to Ah Xun, and told her that the sixth sweet potato sold by the uncle today was bought by a woman with a baby in her arms.

Ah Xun listened all morning, but didn't respond to He Huan.

Until Mother Liu came in and said, "Hehuan, you should go."

Ah Xun turned to grab He Huan and asked, "Is that the only way?"

He Huan gently hugged Ah Xun for a while, let go with a hmm, and left, leaving the room full of gouache and fat.

The building suddenly became very lively, at this time Gu Mi stayed by Ah Xun's side to watch, Zisang went to the kitchen to get lunch, and then saw all the girls running around.

It seemed that they were all crowding to the front of the building to watch the excitement, and all they heard was that He Huan was about to be picked up by Mr. Li, oops, after being someone else's concubine, he finally made it through.

When Zisang passed through the front hall, she stopped for a while, and went to watch the excitement. The girl Hehuan didn't smile much anymore, just like an ordinary pilgrim. He opened the curtain, revealing a small half of his face, looking up and half looking at the corner of the attic.

A corner of the horizontal railing, half a piece of gauze drooping slightly, whispering silently, you are the scene upstairs, and I am the person on the side of the road.

The sedan chair left immediately, followed by a group of men of various colors watching the excitement, the girls were envious and jealous, and talked one after another.

In the future, she will be a concubine of a rich family, so she finally doesn't have to make fun of others.

How could Ah Xun come to be happy? One of the thousands of gold that the young master of the Li family paid for He Huan's life included Ah Xun's money, and Ah Xun would have no worries in the future.

Another girl said: "Actually, I just don't quite understand that if Hehuan doesn't redeem his body, wouldn't he be able to take care of Ah Xun in the building as well?"

"How do you know that, He Huan's temperament...it's not. In other words, the temperament of the two of them cannot be guessed by people like us."

For a while, the voice of seconding came from all directions, and the girls laughed and said so, and the sense of loss that sent Hehuan away just now was completely gone.

Zisang seemed to understand something, and carefully carried the food to the attic. She guessed that Ah Xun probably didn't understand it, so she just got angry with Hehuan.

Ah Xun didn't eat much, stroking the flute in his hand, and then started playing again, which was the first time Zisang heard it these days.

There is no sorrow, it is clear and clear, and it is clearly spring now, but I can hear the hunting horses galloping in the autumn wind.

As the song came down, Ah Xun stroked the flute, his jade hands passed over the yellowish flute body section by section, and stopped when he reached the middle of the flute.

As if to make a mark, he put the flute on his knee, and the bamboo joints collapsed.

Gu Mi, whose eyes had been immersed in the lunch box, let out a yah in shock, and saw the broken flute from ear to ear: "Miss A Xun, the flute is broken."

Ah Xun touched the crack and said, "Anyway, I don't need it any more, it's broken as soon as it's broken."

At night, the silk strings in the pavilion sounded in the air, but there was no jade flute to accompany her. Mother Liu was a little surprised when she heard about the broken flute, but finally patted a wisp of dust on her clothes and said: " It's broken, it's broken, she can think about it, anyway, I don't care what she does in this building from now on."

Ah Xun does nothing, sits on the pavilion during the day, and sits with Daxue in the evening, talking less and less.

Zisang felt more and more that there was nothing to do in this building. She was thinking about going back to Taiguo Temple, so she told Gu Mi that she wanted to leave.

Gu Mi asked Zisang, "Didn't you say it's far away?"

"Stay farther here." It seemed that he had been out for a long time, and it was already summer.

Zisang suddenly remembered that the first time he saw Kongtong was Xia, and since he saw that riding a Pegasus up the mountain, all the ordinary things in the past were disturbed.

Gu Mi said: "I heard that once you enter the Fengdu Tower, it will be difficult to leave."

Zisang came to ask Ah Xun, and she said, "I'm going to find my mother."

Ah Xun was pinching and rubbing Daxue's pointed ears, when she heard her words, she turned her face sideways: "So you still have a mother."

"Yes, in Changzhou, I'm going back to find her."

Ah Xun said, "Then you go."

When Zisang came to talk to Liu's mother about this, Liu's mother frowned, and she said, "You are from Hehuan, so Hehuan must speak about this matter."

But Zisang couldn't see Hehuan, so Mother Liu said, it depends on when Hehuan is free to come to this building.

Zisang didn't know what to do for a while, and Daxue tied them up in the building, so she couldn't leave without saying goodbye, and since Hehuan left, Ah Xun liked Daxue more and more, which made her feel a little bit reluctant to take Daxue away like this .

Probably because he felt the burning sensation from early summer in the building, Ah Xun suddenly got up one day after washing and said, "Take me for a walk outside Qingcheng."

With Mother Liu's permission, Zisang and Gumi led Axun and Daxue out of the gate of Qingcheng, to the east side.

From a distance, he saw a winding river, and Gu Mi pointed it out to Zisang, "That's the Toushui River."

"Go to the bamboo forest." Ah Xun didn't seem to intend to go to the river, holding the two broken flutes in his hand.

Daxue hadn't come out for several days, and as soon as he was let go, he jumped and ran around, happy like a flowing cloud in the forest.

While supporting Ah Xun, Zisang called Daxue to signal him not to run too far.

In the bamboo forest, the leaves and leaves are intertwined, the branches are intertwined, and the spots of light leaking in are shaking with the sound of the wind blowing from time to time.

Ah Xun touched a big rock, looked into the depths of the forest, then pulled away his hand, not letting Zisang and the others support him, and walked in alone.

Holding a bamboo in the east and half a mulberry in the west, moving in small steps, the lonely shadow sinks in thousands of small light spots.