As the twelfth lunar month entered, Chu Yu's illness gradually improved.
When Qin Zheng opened the door and came in, Chu Yu was leaning against the window listening to the snow. Snow-white fox fur wrapped around his shoulders, strands of black hair fell down his back, he rested his chin in the crook of his arm, and stretched out a hand to catch the falling snow outside the window. The white snow fluttered down on his pale palm, and then melted away, leaving a icy coldness behind. His jet-black eyelashes trembled, and he hooked his lips in a half-smile, but Bingxue was also three points inferior to his appearance.
Qin Zheng was stunned for a moment, then took two steps forward, pulled Chu Yu's hand back, and closed the window. The fingertips covered in his palms were cold, Qin Zheng frowned and said, "Why do you open the window? What should I do if I catch a cold in such a cold day? It will take a few days for the cold to be cured..."
Listening to Qin Zheng's daily nagging, Chu Yu didn't answer a word, but just changed the subject and said, "The wintersweet blooms in the yard?"
Qin Zheng was holding Chu Yu's hand to his lips and breathed out. Hearing this, he thought for a while and said, "I never noticed..."
Chu Yu leaned closer, lowered his head and sniffed the side of his neck lightly, and said, "It should be open, you are covered with plum fragrance."
The warm breath gently sprinkled on Qin Zheng's neck, like a feather brushing over every inch of his skin.
"It's a pity for those few golden bones that no one appreciates. At this time, it's time to go to the snow to find the plums." Chu Yu tightened the fox fur on his body, and said: "The illness has gone in the past few days, and the body is also refreshed. The house is closed all day long, and I feel so bored, I might as well go out for a walk."
Although there is only light snow outside, it has been falling for several days, and the snow on the ground is not shallow. Firstly, Qin Zheng was worried that Chu Yu was weak and could not bear the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, and secondly, he was afraid that Chu Yu might lose sight of the road. Thinking like this, the words of refusal slipped to the tip of his tongue, and he was about to exert his nagging strength from daily practice, when Chu Yu seemed to have noticed what he was going to say.
"Brother Qin Zheng..."
The tongue is gritty, and the four words are light and shallow, a little lighter than the plum fragrance on Qin Zheng's body. It is three parts of pretending to be reserved and playful, and seven parts of the gentleness of spring wind and rain.
Chu Yu stood up and said, "Let's go."
"Oh, good... good..." Qin Zheng's whole body seemed to be drunk with dozens of pots of rouge, and he was dizzy. Armor, defeated.
Chu Yu bent his lips and smiled, without bloodshed.
It has been snowing for several days, and Shangjing is already covered in silver.
The fox fur on Chu Yu's body was more than three points of snow. It was pure white without a speck of color, and it was a gift from the previous emperor a few years ago. Because it is too luxurious and heavy, it is rarely used in these years. Today, Tianhan is weak, but it has come in handy.
When going out, Qin Zheng wrapped Chu Yu in a firefox tail collar again, seeing how airtight he was all over before he gave up. Looking at it now, it looks like a fox that has become a spirit, strolling leisurely in the courtyard in the snow.
Qin Zheng squeezed Chu Yu's hand and couldn't help laughing.
Chu Yu was addicted to listening to the crunching snow under her feet, and deliberately stepped on it harder. Hearing Qin Zheng's laughter, he couldn't help but stop and said, "What are you laughing at?"
Qin Zheng said: "Suisui white fox, nine-tailed pang. Few thousand years, only to be lost. Suisui white fox, nine-tailed pang. Embracing you will last forever. Suisui white fox, nine-tailed. Cheng In the Yu family, I am Youchang..."
The pre-Qin folk songs, Qin Zheng's humming is actually very beautiful, and the deep voice is mixed with the fine snow. The wintersweet on the branch is just like the name of the golden bone, the color is like gold, and the fragrance is ecstasy.
Chu Yu stopped under a plum tree, touched the trunk with his fingertips, and said, "There are eighteen golden bones in the garden, counting from just now, this should be the ninth. Come and dig under the tree? "
Qin Zheng squatted down and started digging along the place Chu Yu said: "You said you were looking for plums in the snow, but you came here to find treasures. What's hiding under here?"
"If you can find it, I will give it to you." Chu Yu said softly, holding a plum blossom that Qin Zheng had broken for him.
After digging for too long, Qin Zheng really found something, and when he picked it up, he saw that it was actually a small jug of wine. The red clay on the green altar looks old.
Chu Yu raised the corners of her lips: "You mean what you say, since you found it, I will give it to you."
Qin Zheng smiled and turned the wine jar upside down and patted it. He stretched out his hand and pinched the mud seal. He didn't need to warm the wine, and took advantage of the snow to take two big mouthfuls. The aroma of the wine is bitter, first it is surprisingly pure, and then it is as strong as a fire. When it enters the throat, I thought it was spicy, but I never thought it would turn into a lingering scent.
Chu Yu put the plum blossoms in his hand to his nose, sniffed the fragrance gently, and said, "How is it?"
Qin Zheng closed his eyes and sighed: "I thought I had tasted many kinds of fine wines, but I never realized how shallow it is. Today's jar of wine turned all the ones I drank in the past into tasteless white water. Who made this wine? What's its name?"
Chu Yu didn't answer, but instead asked, "You want to know?"
"I want to know." Qin Zheng became addicted, sip after sip, indulging in the aroma and lingering taste of the strong wine.
The corners of Chu Yu's lips curled up slightly, and his eyebrows and eyes reflected the snow. He didn't speak, and waited for Qin Zheng to drink up the wine before he said softly: "I brewed it. I used the snow on the plums as a guide. Bigeng Valley and green plums and red mud sealed the altar and buried it under this tree. It's been twenty years. If you ask me what it is called, today I will tell you... "
His voice was extremely soft, but the words were clear: "This wine is called Jinfeng Yulu, and it was brewed after I met you when I was seven years old."
Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win, and there are countless in the world.
The drizzle of snow couldn't hide the scorching heat in his heart, and a word was like a cinnabar mark on his heart. Chu Yu's back was leaning against the tree, Qin Zheng lowered his head and grabbed his lips, the fragrance of plum blossoms was everywhere. The plum blossom snow from the branches swayed and fell on Chu Yu's eyebrows. When the two separated, there was a thread of silver, thin lips were bright red, and a layer of mist appeared in the gray eyes.
Qin Zheng only felt that his heart was bone-chillingly cold, but every inch of his body was unbearably hot, and he wished he could roll on the snow. After thinking about it, it would be best if he waited to roll with the person in front of him. Just thinking about Chu Yu's body, he didn't dare to be careless after all, he could only rub his lips carefully over and over again.
Chu Yu put her arms around Qin Zheng's neck, perhaps the skin on her lips was torn, and the pain was so hot that she couldn't bear it anymore and raised her hand to slap Qin Zheng on the back of the head. Qin Zheng felt the pain and then let go a little bit, and lowered his head to rub against the furry fox collar on Chu Yu's neck, sucking out red marks one by one.
Chu Yu knew that Qin Zheng had endured so much these days, so he let him go. He raised his head and let Qin Zheng lick on his neck.
Qin Zheng was thinking about Chu Yu's body in his heart, and he paid 12 points of attention to Chu Yu's every subtle change even if he was emotionally moved. But seeing him leaning against the plum tree at this time, the tails of his eyes were dyed red, and he picked out his chin in a proud look, but there was a suppressed panting between his lips.
"Qingci..." Qin Zheng sighed, raised his hand and folded off a branch of plum blossom, secretly stroked the flower branch with his fingertips, and saw that the flower branch was smooth in an instant, revealing the tender white stem, only the three plum blossoms on the branch were still exhaling fragrance . He handed the plum branch to Chu Yu's lips, and said: "I can't repay you for the gift of wine from Qing. The plum blossom on the branch is just right. I will take one for you. You take it, and there is a place I want to go with you."
"Where?" Chu Yu asked.
Qin Zheng smiled, and pressed it tighter, brushing Chu Yu's cheek with his breath, and said softly, "Wushan."
The sun of Wushan, the resistance of high hills. Day is the morning cloud, evening is the rain, day and night, the balcony is down.
Chu Yu scolded in a low voice: "You bastard."
Qin Zheng lowered his eyes and kissed Chu Yu's brow earnestly: "The more idiots are yet to come."
Chu Yu Ruyu's face was slightly red, he hesitated for a moment, and still slightly opened her lips to bite the flower branch.
Qin Zheng was moved, hugged Chu Yu and repeatedly rubbed against his ear, saying: "Qingci, I will treat you well..."
Chu Yu closed her eyes, completely leaning on the plum tree behind her, letting Qin Zheng toss. The fine kisses pushed aside the fox collar and landed repeatedly on the collarbone of the neck, and the warm breath and the cold snow fell on the neck together, making Chu Yu's breathing a little bit quicker. After a little taste, Qin Zheng retreated a little after a while, and bent down.
Chu Yu opened her eyes in a daze, but she couldn't see what Qin Zheng was doing. She just felt that the fox fur was partly lifted, the waist was loosened, the jade belt around the waist was untied, the dark clothes were lifted up, and the obscene trousers were half taken off. It's just a moment. Qin Zheng's hoarse laughter was indescribably seductive, which made Chu Yu more emotional. The fox fur was tightly held by Qin Zheng, fearing that he would catch the cold because of it, and the loss outweighed the gain.
Chu Yu obediently tightened the fox fur, the next moment a burst of coldness exploded from under his body, he suddenly opened his phoenix eyes wide, bent down, and moaned. Qin Zheng half-kneeled in front of Chu Yu, and took a mouthful of the fine snow from the branches in his mouth. The snow had fallen all night, condensed into ice grains, and stirred between his lips and tongue. The mouthful of snow covered Chu Yu's lower body with its warm mouth. The finely crushed ice particles rubbed against the place under him, and the shuddering cold rushed to his mind along every inch of blood in his body, like a violent mountain torrent, like a thunderstorm, like a gust of wind passing through, obliterating everything except trembling and screaming. Unable to react otherwise.
Chu Yu was born in a scholarly family, so she was naturally reserved, and had never tasted this kind of strange skill, so she couldn't stand it immediately, her groans had a bit of crying, which made Qin Zheng mesmerized. When the fine snow melted, she looked up at Chu Yu again, and saw that the phoenix eyes were already full of tears, falling along the reddened end of the eyes, hitting the wintersweet on the flowering branch between her lips, hidden in the stamen, and startled. A touch of fragrance.
Qin Zheng almost couldn't hold it back, his whole body was so hot that he rolled into the flames naked, and only three points of his sanity remained. If he hadn't been in the army for many years and was used to forbearance, he might have gone before this sight.
After the snow melted, the lips and tongue began to become hot as fire, and all the original coldness turned into unbearable scorching heat. Qin Zheng hesitated, licking, sucking, picking, biting, all between his lips and teeth. After the cold, the hotness turned all the madness into all kinds of tastes again. When it finally reached the peak, Qin Zheng swallowed deep in his throat, swallowed the whole root, and reached his throat. This bump completely mesmerized Chu Yu, and immediately confessed in a sudden groan that she was under this kind of stimulation.
The scorching spray made Qin Zheng choked and coughed again and again. A line of white turbidity trickled down his tentacles, reflecting red lips and white teeth, full of evil spirits. He stretched out his hand to support the crumbling Chu Yu, and the person in his arms was actually a bit more embarrassed than him, his eyes were already red from crying, and the crystal juice from the corners of his lips soaked into the plum blossoms, and the nourishing petals were full and ready to drip.
Qin Zheng kissed Chu Yu's brow and eyes tenderly, and said in a low voice, "Qingci...Qingci...I want you..."
Chu Yu's mind was in a state of confusion, but when he heard the words, he nodded in a daze.
Qin Zheng smiled lightly, and turned to attack him again. He put his arms across the tree trunk and asked Chu Yu to press his forehead against the crook of his elbow. Qin Zheng raised his arms, and the black cloak on his body wrapped the two of them tightly to protect them from the wind and cold. The fox fur was pulled away, and Qin Zheng's slender waist was held in the palm of Qin Zheng's palm, and then stretched down until it was upright and round. After a lot of tossing, Chu Yu was already overwhelmed with love.
After clamoring for a long time, Qin Zheng no longer endured the bitterness. He kissed Chu Yu's sweat-drenched nape, and squeezed his avatar inch by inch into the place of desire. Chu Yu's panting became more and more intense. When Qin Zheng moved forward, he finally couldn't help crying out. The flower branches between his lips made the voice intolerable, and as it hit the plum tree, the fine snow flew down like flowers, eloquently.
"Qin Zheng... um... no..." Chu Yu swallowed hard and shouted, as reserved as he is, it's already unrestrained in such a scene, if you want to speak out, it's not half decent.
Little did he know that such a depressing and emotional voice would stir up anger even more. Qin Zheng was holding back and refusing to indulge himself. When he heard such intermittent and hoarse panting, all his rationality was lost. He supported Chu Yu's waist and competed once Once it went deeper, Chu Yu almost bit off the flower branches, and the plum blossoms scattered on the branches, the sweat on the forehead, the tears at the corners of the eyes, and the crystal saliva fell into the snow...
Qin Zheng clasped Chu Yu's waist tightly, and coaxed in a hoarse voice, "Qingci, call me."
Chu Yu's curved eyelashes were filled with sweat, trembling with the loud bumping of the ground behind him, choked up for a while and said: "Qin Zheng... um... um..."
Qin Zheng let out a low laugh, the gentleness in his tone contrasted sharply with the fierceness beneath him: "It's so clear, you should call me brother Qin Zheng..."
Chu Yu immediately shed tears, annoyed and ashamed, and refused to speak. Qin Zheng didn't know that Chu Yu was going to be stubborn again, so before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he stood up suddenly, which almost made Chu Yu faint on the spot.
Being crushed to pieces in one breath, Chu Yu finally couldn't help sobbing: "You bastard... um... You're making me blind and weak... You... Uh... No, don't go any further... Qin Zheng... Uh... Qin Brother Zheng..."
The breathless panting mixed with the imaginative impact disappeared in the plum forest in the snow, and a wave of warmth from the top of Yunxiao Peak was sent into Chu Yu's body, and then meandering down along her white and clean legs.
The dark black cloak wrapped the person in his arms, and Qin Zheng hugged Chu Yu, who passed out at the last moment, and left Mei Lin...
The snow stops, Xi Wei.
On the snow, there are only a cloudy patch, residual flowers and plum branches, and a few spots of scarlet.