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Lantern Festival, the Son of Heaven issued an order to light up the lanterns and colorful with the people, the capital city drums and drums, dragons and lions, all night long, lively and extraordinary. Should the lanterns, torches to the night city light as day, the magistracy square or the big family also have hung on the riddles to the cultural theater will be friends.
In the south of the city, there was a scholar named Qingru who went to enjoy the lanterns with three or two friends. In addition to reading books diligently, Qingru also liked to make cryptic riddles for his own amusement, so he was even more interested in the lantern riddles hanging in the street, and every time he encountered a masterpiece of artful workmanship, without carving marks, he would stop to savor it and applaud, and would not want to leave, and as a result, he was scattered with his friends, and had to wander around casually with no choice but to walk in his car alone.
Suddenly, Qingru saw a house, lights and shadows, the sound of people. Near the door and look far, only to see the front of the hall there is a girl about 30 years old sitting in the Xiangfei bamboo chair, both sides of the eaves are hanging a few carved palace lanterns, lanterns hanging under the red paper book on the riddles, but also tied with a red rope with ink and brush Wenbao, Ropa fan, I think it must be to answer the riddles in the gift.
There were about ten seats in front of the girl, and all the guests were dressed in square scarves and blue fir. They were all scratching their heads and tilting their heads, probably searching their intestines and pondering the answer to the riddle. What is puzzling is that there are still three or four empty seats, but there are nearly a dozen or twenty people standing around without taking a seat.
With curiosity in his heart, Hingchu walked through the crowd to the front, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the girl in front of him. This girl was very pretty and dignified, especially with her autumn watery eyes, which revealed a wisdom that seemed to be able to read people’s minds, and her soft, silvery voice was even more refreshing: “Yes, sir! You’ve got it, sir… hmm! It’s not quite right, but it’s close enough…”
The two maidservants were busy replacing the riddles and handing out gifts, but the girl just lightly shook her fan and looked at the crowd with a confident smile, praising those who got it right and encouraging those who didn’t not only with no smiles, but also with words of encouragement to resolve the awkwardness.
“Jing Niang! Is this “The Fate of the Follower” a “Do not look at me if I’m not being polite” line?”
“Uh-huh! It’s not right, it’s not right! Think again!”
‘Oh! This girl’s name is Jing Niang…’ Qingru took a quick glance at the riddles and realized that they were of moderate difficulty and ingenuity, and that they were truly a rare and excellent choice. He, who was usually good at this kind of thing, couldn’t let it pass by so easily, especially since it was a beautiful woman who was the author of the riddles, so he quickly spotted an empty seat and prepared to sit down and play for the first time.
“┅Hey! Hello! If you want to sit down, you have to ask the rules first…” Someone from the seat spoke at Chingru, and the others turned their heads to watch in unison.
These words made Qingru look suspicious, frozen in place, unable to sit or stand. It was Jing Niang who first spoke up to help him resolve his embarrassment.
With a slight nod and a springy smile, Jing Niang said, “This gentleman is here… I’m sorry, but I’m not very well prepared, so I don’t have enough seats. However, you gentlemen have come up with some ideas… To be eligible for a seat, you have to recite a poem or verse… It’s a joke that you guests like to play, so please don’t be offended…” Jing Niang then turned to the seats next to her and said, “This gentleman seems to be a scholar… It shouldn’t be too difficult for him to recite a poem or verse… I ask that you please take back your previous order and allow this gentleman to sit down and play a riddle with him… Let’s have fun together…”
Since the host family wants to extend the guest to take a seat, other people naturally have nothing to say. However, this time, Qingru was not willing to do so.
“Oh! Originally it is such a thing.” Qingru first bowed to the guests in the audience, continued: “actually all of you have words in the first, in the next is not convenient to break the rules, so I have to make a fool of myself to blindly recite a poem, please teach you a little bit!”
Qing Ru has a good grasp of the first slowly sit down, before chanting: “The words to the Tianjing on the New Year’s Day, Jingwu relaxation surprise Peach Garden; flowers cut brocade embroidery chasing the Tang Yuan, the drums take the Kunlun step Diyuan, the fight clever lanterns building even nine strangers, the competition for the strange fire tree with a thousand doors; beautiful people ingenuity to capture the work of God, won the literary delight in the discussion.”
“Huh… wow… uh… good! Good! Once the poems were written, there was a clear distinction between the best and the worst. Whether it was the use of words, or the quickness of the writing, there was nothing but admiration from the crowd, and even Jeongnyeom gave me a look of admiration.
“Sir, you are a good writer…” Jeongnang couldn’t help but praise her offhandedly, and then said to the crowd, “You may continue now…” while in her mind, she was still pondering over Hyeongnyeo’s excellent lines.
As soon as Jingniang had finished speaking, Qingru pointed out with his hand: “The riddle is “empty book” and the riddle is “plunder”, each of which is a line from the West Wing, can it be “All is in the air” and “Half pushes, half takes”? Can they be “The whole story is in the unsaid” and “Half of it is pushing, half of it is taking”? And the riddle of the “Tethered Bells” should be “Lust and Difficulty”.”
“Yes! Mister is indeed a man of great learning.” Jing Niang’s smile was like the first appearance of spring flowers, and signaled her servant girl to take down the Xin Xiang and sandalwood fan and send it to Qing Ru’s hand.
Once the crowd saw Qingru’s extraordinary momentum, he took down three puzzles in a row in one breath, they couldn’t help but praise and envy. They want to break their head can not be solved, but other people lightly down three cities in a row, this face is considered to be lost.
Even more discouraging, the handmaiden then replaced the lantern riddles with even more difficult ones, and besides looking at each other, they just shook their heads and laughed bitterly.
The four riddles from left to right are all based on ancient poems.
One of them is Cao Cao’s Yun: “The bronze sparrow was completed and placed high, and the tomb was inscribed; where is the place where the bones of the king are buried?
The Zhanghe River looks southward to the total fluff.” -Shooting [Shijing] Title.
The second is Zhao Feiyan Yun: “Good pecking Wangsun prophecy strange, night cold remember whether the chestnut muscle; just heard the performance after the rumor call, the red phoenix flying and who is it?” The title of the poem is “The Book of Songs”.
Another one is a song of “boudoir love”: “In the spring, I ask the flowers to speak, and there are many green poplars by the children’s families; where the nesting swallows first flew, the toothpicks in the room are full of shelves.” The name of the person who shoots [the four books].
The last one is a “spring tour”: “Spring embankment hanging strands of blue shaggy, the deduction of idle stop strangers on the horsemen; dandy (armature quartet) young people are happy to be accompanied, who pointed to the tree sigh how embarrassing! Shooting [four books] people’s names.
Qingru, after a moment’s recitation, replied: “The poem “Boudoir Love” is the names of Tao Ying, Zi Liu, Zi Jian, and Wan Zhang; while the poem “Zhao Fei Yan” is the name of the two poems “Swallows Returning to Their Homeland” and “The Unclothed Rooster’s Cry” from the Book of Songs. The poem of Zhao Feiyan is the title of two poems, “The Swallow Returns” and “The Rooster Cries Without Clothes”.”
“Oh!” Jingniang nodded her head in agreement, while sweeping an inquiring glance over the crowd to see if the others intended to feel the same way.
All of a sudden, there were many chants of “Difficult… difficult… difficult…” and they all got up to say goodbye and left as if they were fleeing from a difficult situation.
This person, Qingru, was so interested in guessing that he didn’t seem to notice the crowd dispersing, and continued to answer: “Cao Cao’s poems should be titled “The New Platform Speaks Wisely of Your Grave” and “There is a Dream of Grass in the Wild”. The final poem, “Traveling in Spring,” is about the names of people like Leiliu, Mianju, Gongzi Qiao, and Huan Sima.”
“Hehe! Right is right, but; the guests were scared away by you.” Jingniang smiled mischievously, but didn’t mean to blame at all.
This time, Qingru suddenly realized that there was no one else in the front yard but him, and couldn’t help but smile awkwardly, “Miss…”
“Stop being a girl! My name is Jing Niang, and you?” Jing Niang changed her civilized tone, and one could feel her kindness and innocence.
Qingru also seemed to be affected, and easily replied, “My name is Qingru. I’m so sorry! I’m sorry I drove all your guests away. I really didn’t mean to… Your riddles were so wonderful that I couldn’t help myself…”
“Fine! They’ve been torturing me for half a day, and they can’t answer more than a few questions…” Jing Niang looked annoyed: “But you’ve guessed all my riddles, so I’ll have to wait until tomorrow!”
“Good! I’ll come back tomorrow to bother you.” Qingru was still reluctant to leave, but once he heard that there was still an appointment for tomorrow, he took his leave with excitement.
～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～ Deeper and quieter at night, Jing Niang sat in front of the book case, originally wanted to make some more lantern riddles, but Qing Ru s figure has been hovering in her mind, lingering, and even made it difficult for her to put pen to paper, and she was deep in thought.
Since her husband’s death, Jingniang had been difficult to withstand the loneliness and think of the king in tears; also had been burning with desire and self-care to relieve the craving, but have not been to other men with illicit thoughts, and now was only one side of the Qingru disrupted the original insistence. Perhaps it is Qingru’s talent and appearance and the deceased husband equivalent, and let her unconsciously produced the role of empathy.
In the midst of , Jing Niang was transported back to the old days, when her husband gently embraced her and teased her between her temples: “Last night, the red candles were stopped in the bridal chamber, and in the morning, in front of the hall, I will pay homage to my aunt… After the make-up is applied, I ask in a low voice for my husband’s help, and I ask him if there is anything I can do with the depth of my eyebrows…” The wit of the man was obscene, but not obscene! Her wit made her both ashamed and amused.
There was another time, husband and wife in the luofuan just rested, not yet finished lingering, the husband even held her hand to stroke his face sideburns, said: “This time there is a riddle, the riddle is “smile moustache ask husband son-in-law”, the riddle is “you how to be born in the upper? “” She laughed so hard that she almost rolled off the bed.
Every time she remembers a little bit of life, it will still make her smile with happiness. However, the pleasure of the boudoir between husband and wife, in addition to sent in the remnants of the dream back to think about, a little relief of the bitterness of the heart, but in real life is no longer possible to repeat.
‘Unless…’ Jing Niang blushed, not daring to think further.
Jing Niang shook her head, concentrated on her writing: ‘To be free of lovesickness, a night’s journey. Knocking open the golden locks in front of the door. I have been in love all night long, and I have been in love all night long. The willow waist holds half of the side. I have not yet reached my mouth. Mouth spit tongue soft like a hook. And that jade pestle, which was not made of wood…’ As she wrote this, her body was soaked to the skin in her pants.
‘Oops…’ Feeling that she was becoming more and more wanton, and that she had written this kind of indecent and lascivious writing, Jing Niang hastily wiped up the paper and threw it away. However, while she could discard the paper, she could not discard the desire she had aroused, just as she tried her best to suppress her feelings and could hide them from others, but could not fool her own body.
Jingniang tightly clamped her thighs and gently rubbed them together in an attempt to relieve the itchy lower body like insects crawling, but her eyes couldn’t help glancing at the ‘Cui Yu Sheng Hua Purple Brush’. The Marco Polo team is a very good team, and they are very good at what they do, and they are very good at what they do, and they are very good at what they do.
This ‘Jade Feather Flower Purple Brush’ is her husband’s relics, Jing Niang often use, but not for writing. It was a time when she saw the object of love, playing with it, but could not help but use it as her husband’s “pestle and mortar” inserted into the body, and let her experience a special kind of pleasure, and since then, this pen “other uses” times have become more frequent.
Now, as usual, Jingniang held the brush back, brushing her cheeks, her ears, even her unbuttoned lapel with the dry and uneven brushstrokes, as if she were trying to paint her own breasts, belly, and waist. Sometimes she flicked; sometimes she rubbed, but all of them correctly tickled the mesmerizing sensitivities, exactly as her husband had done when he had kissed her all over her body.
When the brush lightly turned on the tip of the nipple, the smooth pleasure with a little bit of stimulation like a short beard stabbing, so that Jing Niang in a short gasp to let out a soft chant, and legs also clamped tighter, up and down the amplitude of the rubbing has increased, and even the lips of the pussy is also like a stone mill grinding out the precious liquid, and occasional touching of the clitoris, even more so that she can not help but vibrate.
Jing Niang or gently biting her silver teeth, or licking her moist lips, or her delicate body slightly trembling, all of which were charmingly self-indulgent.
Then, as usual, she lifted her skirt and removed her pants, and slowly inserted the pen into her hole. Though the pen was thick and hard, it was no match for a swollen rod, but if you stirred it with your hands, it was much lighter than a rod, and if you were a little more daring, you could penetrate even deeper than the rod could reach.
Jing Niang gripped the pencil tightly in one hand and stirred it in a circular motion; with the other hand she squeezed and rubbed her clitoris, missing almost every part of her entire pussy that needed to be stimulated, inside and out. As the level of pleasure continued to rise, her thoughts became more and more trance-like and her movements more and more out of control, even bordering on self-mutilation as she rapidly jerked the quill. The tip of the pen almost pierced through her body, and the edge of her palm was hitting the flesh and clitoris hard, and with a faint splashing sound, it seemed that you could still see the splash of her lustful juices.
Suddenly, a long, throaty cry of “Oooh…”, full of pleasure and fulfillment, declared the end of the session.
Jing Niang stiffened her slightly trembling body, the hand holding the pen gradually loosened; while the other hand gripping her breasts was still strong. The crescent moon marks on her breasts might not fade away until a few days later, but she didn’t really care, no one would see them anyway.
Milky lustful liquid flowed down the shaft of the brush, making the brush’s bristles gather as if they were dipped in ink. With the added weight of the brush, it slowly slipped out of the hole, and the words “BRUSH, BRUSH, BRISTLE, PURPLE FLOWER, BLOOM, FEATURE, CREAM” on the shiny, wet shaft of the brush were revealed one by one and then fell to the ground with a soft thud.
Voila! The engravings of the words ‘Jade Feather Sangha Purple Brush’ seem deeper and more pronounced… (middle)
The next day, just as the sun was setting, Qingru couldn’t wait to get dressed and go out, in order to have a good lantern riddle to enjoy, and more importantly, of course, to have an appointment with a beautiful woman.
Today, Jingniang changed the place for the riddles to the hall, but didn’t put up the seats to make the hall a little more spacious, and a dozen riddles were hung everywhere. Jingniang first sent her maidservants to serve tea and greet the early arrivals, letting the guests watch the riddles freely first, and then she would come out later to preside.
Qingru came to Jingniang’s house with apprehension, but his heart was not in the right place when he entered the hall. He greeted the other people as if it were a ritual, but out of the corner of his eye, he searched everywhere for Jingniang’s figure.
Since Jingniang was nowhere to be seen, Qingru had no choice but to look at the lantern riddles first, to see if Jingniang had any more good ideas today, and to think about the riddles first, so that he would have a good idea when he had to answer them later on. Unexpectedly, Qingru only stared at the riddles, unable to concentrate on thinking, his mind was full of Jingniang’s smile.
“Xiu Cai!” Someone behind Qingru asked for advice: “Do you think the word “”shoot [Hanshu] a sentence, is not “Strong man once gone never return”?””
“Uh… well…” As if he had lost the confidence and dominance of yesterday, Ching-yu said vaguely, “That… that makes sense, I guess it’s not wrong!”
“Thank you, sir… but…” the man whispered in a mysterious manner, “I’d like to ask you to give me a break on this one… today’s riddles don’t seem to be very simple… but with your talent, you should…”
Qingru nodded indisputably, anyway, what he wants is not these, he is obsessed with the hope that he will have the honor to become with Jingniang chants and Jingniang chants! Qingru nodded indisputably, anyway, what he wants is not these, he is obsessed with the hope that he will have the honor to become with Jingniang chants and sings the red pink friend. Last night, he was still weaving such fantasies, until the sky appeared to be the belly of the fish before he drifted off to sleep.
Jing Niang has been in the dark to pay attention to Qingru’s every move, a little puzzled that he seems to be a little out of sorts today, thinking that it should also be the time to start guessing riddles, so she walked into the hall, and by the way, looking for an opportunity to explore a Qingru is what exactly.
As soon as the guests saw Jing Niang’s appearance, there was an uproar, and they all scrambled to answer the riddles.
Qingru looked for the sound, just happened to meet with Jingniang, the two people have their own thoughts a spirit of excitement; a deer in the headlights, it was too late to greet greetings, just brewing atmosphere was drowned out by the murmur of voices.
“This way… The riddle for the “Easy to Discharge Emotions” of the “Phoenix” form is “Difficult to Exclude from the Scene”…”
As for the heated atmosphere beside him, Qingru seemed to be unaware of it, and only felt that today Jingniang seemed to be even more beautiful and adorable than yesterday, and was even more reluctant to take her eyes off the center of attention.
“Jung-nyang, this couplet’s riddle, ‘Peach Blossom Lady’, is the first word in the dictionary, ‘Liu Ye’er’…”
“Yes… um… yes…” Jing Niang was busy responding to the respondents, but from time to time, she took the opportunity to steal a glance at Ching Ru. When she saw the way Hingru was staring at her, even the dumbest of us could see that his eyes were pouring out love and adoration from his heart, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of sweetness and warmth in her heart.
“Aha! I’ve thought of it… This “Peach Blossoms in Lightness and Flowing Water” is “Man Jiang Hong”
…right or wrong! Jing Niang… heh… heh…”
While the others were scrambling to answer the riddle, Khloe Ru remained silent, making Jing Niang wonder what he was up to, and worrying: ‘At this rate, won’t my arrangements come to naught?
Jing Niang was able to get close to Qing Ru, not waiting for Qing Ru to speak, she said first: “Xiu Cai didn’t have last night’s Min wu right!” She suppressed her pounding heart, pretending to be calm and teasing.
“Yes… yes… yes…” When facing Jing Niang, Ching Ru was so out of sorts that he didn’t know what to say, and even stuttered a bit: “Jing Niang… Miss… I… am… here… to guess the lanterns… riddles…”
“Th…” Jing Niang couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh at Qing Ru’s embarrassment: “If you want to guess the lantern riddle, just do it!
There’s no guessing if you’re slow!”
“Jingniang, Jingniang” is a line from the Book of Han, I’m guessing “Once a strong man goes, he never returns.”
…” The one who had just seen Jing Niang talking to Qing Ru, fearing that the question would be answered by Qing Ru, hurriedly shouted out an answer.
Qingru saw that Jingniang was busy greeting other people, and even though she was reluctant to do so, she could do nothing about it. Thinking about Jingniang’s reminder, she realized that the riddles had not yet started today, and hurriedly stared at the lantern riddles with a calm and quiet mind. Sure enough, today’s lantern riddles are also rare masterpieces, but most of the more superficial lantern riddles, the gifts underneath have been taken away, indicating that someone has already guessed, leaving some lantern riddles that require more effort, and for a while, Qingru could not figure them out. Of course, Qingru marveled at Jingniang’s talent through the lantern riddles, but it also added to his infinite love and determination to befriend her.
As the noise in the hall died down, the guests who remembered yesterday’s event looked at Qingru, waiting to see how he would solve the rest of the puzzle. Jingniang was also nervously looking forward to it, her eyes full of encouragement and confidence in him.
Thinking that it was time, Hing-yu pointed out, “This is “too high, not too far away, but secretly happy, but a false makeup”! It is a poem by Roy Cheng of the Song Dynasty: “The clouds are light, the wind is light, the flowers and the willows cross the river…” And then, “I can’t see, I can’t hear, I’ve lost my mind, I’m confused”. I think it’s a poem by Lin Menping of the Song Dynasty: “Beyond the mountains, beyond the buildings, when will the West Lake songs and dances stop?” “The warm wind makes the tourists drunk, and they turn Hangzhou into Bianzhou…” And…”
“Wow, wow, wow, wow,” the crowd roared; Jing Niang was even more delighted, smiling from ear to ear. Hing-yu had lived up to her expectations.
Qingru proudly looked at Jingniang, continued: “The most wonderful is this puzzle: “Remember the children’s home morning and evening, the Qinhuai a few folds Xiangjin; rain do not send flowers piece, the moon’s shadow is suspected of dark curved dust. The long night is a long way to hear the broken leaks, middle-aged Tao write roaming laborious; crows thirty-six double flying hidden, should be to Zhangtai send far away people” shooting ancient music title. I think this should be a title for each sentence, in order of ‘Song of the Son and the Night’, ‘Jinling Qu’, ‘Hugh washed red’, ‘Night Yellow’, ‘Five Nights’ and ‘Five Nights’. ‘, ‘The Bells of the Fifth Night’, ‘The Music of Mo Chou’, ‘The Eight or Nine Sons of Wu Sheng’ and ‘Folding the Willow ‘ and eight others.”
If Qingru had divine help, he was suddenly blessed, and in a short time, he finished answering the questions one by one amidst the admiration of the crowd.
As soon as everyone had finished answering the questions, they all took their leave, but Jingniang quietly told Qingru to please stay for a while. Although Qingru didn’t know what Jingniang was selling, this idea was exactly what he wanted, because he was still reluctant to part with Jingniang and was thinking about spending more time with her.
Waiting for the guests to leave, Jingniang said: “Since the ordinary guests have been dispersed, I have another two riddles that I would like you to guess, you are a person of elegance, I think you will not think otherwise.”
Qingru thought that this riddle must be unique and special, and then readily agreed to follow Jingniang to the backyard pavilion. Jing Niang set aside the maidservant to personally lead the way, Qing Ru followed behind her, only to feel the evening breeze, with a faint fragrance of powdered fat, breath by a wave of ripples.
Qingru followed Jingniang into the interior. In the quiet room, from the furnishings it seems that it should be used as a study room Jing Xuan and other houses. Indoor artifacts organized in an orderly manner, clean windows; outside the house of the night beasts and insects is not too noisy, but rather add a few points of details and quiet atmosphere.
“Move!” Jingniang pointed with her hand: “The riddle is right there!”
Qing Ru slightly head, into the eye hanging a sandalwood carved for the frame of the octagonal palace lamp, bright silk lamp surface has four sides is to brush painting on the drunken Concubine, hate Daji, laugh at Bergsby, sick Xishi, through the shaking of the candlelight, the painting of beauty as if alive and moving up.
On each of the four sides of the riddle, a seven-character poem is inscribed as the riddle, and each of the poems shoots an object: ‘A branch of jade in a lovely pavilion, which I have wanted to lift several times but have been slow to do so; the spring is very boring, and I am still worried about not holding on to it.’
Marco Polo’s ‘Marco Polo’ is the most popular brand in the world, with a name like ‘Marco Polo’ and ‘Marco Polo’.
‘The phoenix building is the only place where new acquaintances are formed, and the five colors are added to cut the snow and the colorful posture; fortunately, there is a green bird in Penglai that makes it possible for you to tell your love story.’
‘When the flower to the wine belongs to the horizontal Chen, light and moist evenly divided purple jade tinkle; square like Lang sincere respect, but think the end of the heavy lack of tenderness.’
As Qingru walked slowly around the palace lanterns, the explicit and erotic meaning of the poem made his blood run cold and his face blush, and for a moment he was unable to concentrate on the answer to the riddle, but was attracted by the meaning of the poem. He wondered in secret, ‘This is clearly a young maiden’s thoughts of lust… obscene phrases… does she… does she… mean something…’ “I am willing to let you dirty me with my white flesh! ” Did she want to… “but she’s too heavy for me!” Was she laughing at my lack of understanding… “Lovely… a branch…” “I can’t hold it in my hands…”… This… This is…’ Ching Ru was unconsciously caught up in lustful thoughts.
It is said that since ancient times, the celebrities are more flirtatious, Qing Ru of course is no exception, for the sound and color of the place of the Wu soft warbling is also happy, but has not yet encountered can really love to the confidant of the red powder. Jing Niang’s four verses, so that Qing can not help but associate, will use such explicit, fragrant poems as a puzzle, must have ulterior motives, or even in the implication that there can be further behavior, no wonder he will drift as if intoxicated.
“Sir!” Jingniang’s voice seemed shy, and she called out in a low voice: “Sir!” Of course, she knew what the distraught Qingru was thinking.
It took several consecutive calls to make Qingru snap out of it, feeling out of sorts and at a loss for words.
“Sir! I know what’s on your mind…” Jing Niang changed the tone of her voice, as if explaining, but also as if talking to herself: “I was once married to a woman, and for a few years I lived happily with my husband… A few years ago, my husband passed away due to an illness…”
Qingru looked at Jingniang, who was in tears as she recounted her past, and resisted the urge to go over and embrace and comfort her, listening quietly.
“Although the family fortune was enough to live on… but being alone, with no relatives, it was a terrible thing to live with… as a woman, I didn’t dare to make a fuss, and I was a disgrace… living in seclusion was like imprisonment… especially at night, when I was alone with a cold bed, and I was tossing and turning…” At this point in the conversation, Jing Niang couldn’t help but cover her face and cry.
Jingniang’s words are very clear, Qingru wanders if there is still no action to show, can really be a goose. He immediately came close to Jing Niang and embraced her in his arms, murmuring, “I know both love and books, but I can’t get rid of my dreams; I can clearly solve the riddle of the Spring Lanterns, and I’m glad that I can use my qin to play the role of Xiang Ru…” Jing Niang! You and I know each other at first sight, and I’ve fallen in love with you at first sight. If you want me to, I’ll do my best to take care of you for the rest of your life…” With these words, King Ching-yu boldly tried to kiss Jung-nyang.
But Jing Niang gently broke away and smiled, saying, “That’s very nice of you! I don’t want to run away with someone like Zhuo Wenjun… But I do share what you said, “I can’t get rid of my dreams”… The word “lust” can be a real killer… I don’t want to be in the same boat, but I don’t want to stick to the old-fashioned rules and regulations… If it’s really a matter of your love and my love, then… “At this point, Jing Niang lowered her red face in shame, her voice sounding like an ant.
Qingru was Jingniang this kind of cold and hot, if the behavior, to provoke the emotions like surging waves, at any time there is the possibility of collapse. Since Jing Niang has tacitly agreed to be willing to give her body, a solution to the desire of love, Qing Ru also do not care about the etiquette of the image, once again, she embraced deep into the embrace, the monkey anxious and reckless kiss on the cheeks of the cherry lips.
“Mmm… Ching Ru… be gentle… I’ve been… for a long time… I haven’t…” Jing Niang felt so happy to be held tightly.
Since her husband’s death, Jingniang’s memories of their love and pleasure in the boudoir often teased her in the dead of night. Sometimes she rubbed her mattress with impatience; sometimes she rubbed and pressed with her own fingers and palms, but all of them were just better than nothing, and she could not enjoy herself to the fullest. She even once wanted to go out of the wall to attract butterflies, just repeatedly rethinking, for fear of meeting someone who is not ladylike, luring the groom into the room; for fear of entering the guest exudate, the east window of the incident. Until the Lantern Festival is approaching, only to think of riddles to meet friends, her idea is good at answering riddles is bound to be erudite literati, words and deeds since there is a sense of propriety, worried about the fear of things should not happen. As fate would have it, she met Qingru, and things developed as she had hoped.
I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time, but when it comes to it, I’m a little shy and worried. Jingniang worried that she could not withstand the intense destruction, but also saw Qingru crazy action, also can not help but distractedly nervous, and called out to ask him to be more gentle.
Qingru’s lust is like an arrow on the string for Jingniang’s raw, powerless refusal is simply indifferent, but the timid and gentle begging makes him suddenly awakened, and he can not help but laugh, blaming himself for the recklessness, and then softly and gently.
The deliciousness that comes to your mouth can’t fly anyway; and the night, well, it’s still a long one!
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After taking a gentle breath and organizing his thoughts, King Ching-yu chanted, “The silk of the Wu and the silk of the Yue are all indistinguishable from each other, and the needle is cut out in such a way that it is absolutely exquisite; the neon dresses are suspected to be the Moon Maiden, and the emerald sleeves are the Xiangjun…” He whispered the poem of the garment to Jing Niang’s ear, while at the same time, gently undoing the dress, “Ink is thick with thousands of threads of rain… The threads of the garment spit out clouds of five colors; it was the favorite place to undo the garment behind someone’s back, with the fragrance of sweat and flowers…”
Qingru attempted to recite poetry to keep the emotions from erupting too quickly, but also borrowed the sensationalized verses to brew a lustful atmosphere. Since the ancient times, good people always want to be matched with talented people, as long as they show the connotation of talent, they can often get the favor of the beauty, Qingru and Jingniang’s matter is the most typical example.
When Qingru’s trembling hand undid Jingniang’s belt and lapel buckle, Jingniang lowered her flushed face and gently pushed back. The female reserve seemed to still want to use the weak and feeble response to make a last ditch effort before being conquered. However, she couldn’t help but be impressed by Qingru’s quick thinking, and in that moment of distraction, her sash was already undone: “Ah… Oing…” As a natural reaction, she raised her arms around her chest to cover herself.
The unclothed beauty, the snow and jade skin is dazzling. Jingniang was so ashamed that she couldn’t stand herself, and she leaned back in Qingru’s arms, as if doing so was the best way to avoid the greedy gaze.
The beauty in the embrace, the fragrance of the nose. Qingru busy a force to pick up Jingniang, let her lie on the bamboo and rattan cool couch, then leaned over and printed on the lips. Jing Niang charming eyes like silk, only feel the mouth was sealed, a warm and flexible soft meat is her mouth stirring and snakes run. This kind of mesmerizing deep kiss, although it had happened before, but it was already a memory so long ago that it was almost forgotten, so that Jing Niang seemed to have forgotten how to deal with it, and could only fold her hands and let it wreak havoc.
Qingru was extremely busy this time, savoring the fragrant lips; while undressing himself, he also had to take the time to touch the smooth and delicate skin, which was so lovely to touch.
Passionate kisses and caresses made the blissful feeling of boudoir eroticism emerge like a long time reunion. Jing Niang’s hand also unconsciously caressed Qing Ru’s back and chest. The long absence of lust seems to make her naturally reveal her greed and thirst for the opposite sex; the broad chest and strong muscles of men seem to be a shelter from the sea of lust.
The two of them were in an uncontrollable mood like a dry fire, reaching the ultimate high point just when Qingru’s palm was attached to Jingniang’s lower body. Qingru felt that Jingniang’s pussy was like a hot furnace; it was also like a green field in the morning sun. The soft, wet and hot pussy reveals Jing Niang’s inner lust; it also seems to urge Qing Ru to take the horse into battle immediately.
Qingru almost crazy like pressing on Jingniang, hot skin tightly pressed against the water, warm feelings, so that the two coincidentally issued a moan full of obscenity. Although Qingru’s body is not light, Jingniang is happy to bear, the force of the pressure on the body, seems to become a kind of liberation of the mind power.
Jing Niang’s plump but not bloated carcass, the “increase one point is too much; reduce one point is too little” interpretation of the best; fine white and smooth skin is simply “such as listening to the immortal music ear temporary bright”, Qingru can not help but squirming body, savoring the pleasure brought about by the skin rubbing.
Kissing, intertwining, writhing, hard and swollen rod between Jing Niang’s legs, crotch, belly, everywhere running around blindly, causing Jing Niang’s heart as if lifted up in the throat, at any time will jump out of the general; and vagina has long been full of obscene fluid, itching unbearable. Although urgently looking forward to the meat stick timely insertion, to fill the void, but is ashamed to say, only hanging buttocks swinging, hunting like looking for prey to devour.
Jingniang’s chants, gasps, and wavy movements made Qingru feel even more lustful, and he held his rod and pushed it straight into the center of the river. Before Jing Niang could ask for gentleness, the steel rod drove straight into the bottom.
“Slowly… uh… ah ah ah…” There was a slight tingling, tightness, fullness,, and it seemed to be a combination of so many sensations that Jeongnang was unable to cope with it or withstand it.
The long-moisturized cave, the tightness of the tightness is almost like a yellow girl, so that Qingru’s rod pumping seems to be a little bit hard, but that kind of dense tight friction, but let him as if in a heavenly realm, oblivious to call Jingniang’s name straight.
Jing Niang longed for a man’s caressing heart, letting her show a look of a lustful wife and slut, her hands tightly embraced Qing Ru, her delicate palms greedily stroked on his back; her legs also tightly clamped around Qing Ru’s waist and hips, vigorously lifting up her waist and twisting her hips to match his onslaught of movements.
Intense movements; unreservedly giving, even in the cool night of early spring, the two of them were sweating and panting like oxen, and it was even hard to imagine the normally delicate and frail Jing Niang, who was now acting like a wolf like a tiger in her greed and vigor.
After Qingru’s low roar of urgency, although all the body movements suddenly stood still, his hands supporting his upper body, his bulging waist and hips, and his stiff feet,, his muscles were still trembling. Perhaps everything came so suddenly that one could not help but have the illusion that the soft bamboo couch on which he was reclining still seemed to be shaking in anticipation.
Jingniang’s entwined legs not only did not fall off with the end of the curtain, but even used her shoulders and neck to support her body, letting her back and buttocks hover; letting her lower body close up even more. The corners of her eyes showed a few lines of tears, but also showed a happy and satisfied smile, I really don’t know if her heart was happy or sad!
Qingru’s limp body was still pressed on Jingniang’s body, his neck was unable to support, letting his head hang down on her shoulder; Jingniang’s face was still flushed, her panting gradually smoothened out, a pair of hands tenderly caressing the back of Qingru’s head and shoulders, as if she was caressing a baby to sleep. The warm and serene atmosphere was shown without any concealment; however, the pair of naked fleshworms overlapping each other was a picture that made one’s heart beat red.
After a long time, Jing Niang’s emotions gradually calmed down, and then came the inevitable shame. Usually bound by the discipline of men and women being taught not to kiss, but now she was being pressed by a strange man she had only met once, and for a moment she didn’t know whether to push him away or suffer in silence.
“Sir…” Jingniang timidly pushed Hingchu, looking shy and hesitant to speak.
Qingru moved his body with understanding, and although he was reluctant to give up, he still had to maintain a bit of scholarly demeanor, and once he rolled over, he smoothly lay on his side beside Jingniang, but his eyes were focused on her bumpy body and roamed around.
Even lying on her back, Jing Niang’s chest peaks are still towering angrily, dark-colored nipples are covered with tiny bumps, obviously still indulging in pleasure, excitement has not yet receded. Flat belly seems to be delicate and slippery, decorated with a little shallow as a smile of the pear’s nest; abundant pancreatic thighs stretching and bending to cover the lower body, dense pubic hair can not be hidden in the extension of the tangled, but also attracted people into infinite reverie.
Qingru looked interested and mesmerized, but Jingniang was so shy that she hastened to take her clothes to cover herself.
Seeing this, Ching-yu quickly reached out to stop him, saying, “How can such a beautiful body be covered…”
In the heat of the moment, he chanted, “The head of a chicken is like the top of a mountain, and the breasts are so charming; the color of spring is so exciting that I can’t get enough of it, and who would be suspicious of climbing up… You and I are already husband and wife tonight, so there is no need to be secretive about it even if we are naked…”
“Shame on you! Even this kind of poem…” Jing Niang was again amused by the nerdishness of Qing Ru, and, in a much more relaxed mood, mocked, “I think you’ve been reading in the wrong direction!”
Qingru gently supported Jingniang, let her lie back on the couch, but the mouth is not willing to show weakness flirting up: “Hee! It’s not that I’m reading crookedly, this is true since ancient times, there are some classic masterpieces are also hidden obscenity. For example, there is an old poem, “The wall”, “a thatched mess, suddenly burning the sky and suddenly empty; like a full furnace simmering clumsily, roaming the warmth of the baked. On the surface, it advises people to keep to themselves and not to seek wealth and riches, but in fact, it has another hidden meaning.”
After Qingru mentioned this, Jingniang seemed to know how he would criticize the ancient poems, and couldn’t help but think of all the flirtations her husband had during his lifetime, and smiled heartily, encouraging him to continue.
“This poem should be referring to this place…” As he spoke, King Ru had already reached down to Jing Niang’s lower body, rubbing his palm against her pussy: “This baby is just like a “thatch”, which is like “burning the sky suddenly” when the tide of lust comes. When I enter my “Tingtingyu”, my eagerness is like “fighting like a full furnace simmering”, and after I enter the “Tingtingyu”, my eagerness is like “fighting like a full furnace simmering”, and after I enter the “Tingtingyu”, my eagerness is like “fighting like a full furnace simmering”, and after I enter the “Tingtingyu”, my eagerness is like “fighting like a full furnace simmering”. Before I entered, my eagerness was like “fighting to keep the stove full of hot water”, but after I entered, the feeling of “roaring warmth” was really soothing…”
Speaking, Qingru’s action did not stop, and even used the fingertips to provoke the labia, clitoris, so that Jingniang just extinguished the fire of desire as if it were rekindled, really “suddenly burned the sky” up.
“Besides…” Seeing Jing Niang nestled in his arms like a tame sheep, Ching Ru deliberately taunted her and said with a smile, “Your four lantern riddle verses are also very intriguing, and they are even better than the ancient poems…”
At the mention of the lantern riddle, Jingniang realized something in her embarrassment and hurriedly interrupted Qingru, saying, “That’s right! You haven’t answered the riddle yet, and I wanted you to tell me the answer before I would…”
Another blush spread across his face at the end of the words.
“Oh! So you’ve planned this too…” As King Ru knew that Jing Niang had made a clever arrangement, he reached out to her and touched her body with his hands: “Even though you didn’t answer the question just now, I don’t think it’s too late for me to tell you now… The answer to the riddle is the Four Sacred Artifacts, isn’t it?”
“Mmm… mmm…” Jing Niang’s nipple clitoris felt the gentle rubbing of her fingers, and the rising desire almost drove her into a frenzy; she was not sure whether she meant to say “Aaah… no… mmm… mmm… oooooh…”
There was no doubt that stroking sensitive areas would definitely cause sexual urges, and Jingniang was certainly no exception. But she also thought that she might be obsessed with literature, and even listening to Qingru’s poetry would turn her on.
“Mmm… Lang… mmm…” Jing Niang gently swayed her body and said in a whimpering voice, “More… more poetry… for me… mmm… ohh… I want…”
Qingru was also touched by the scene and, true to his scholarly nature, he recited the amazingly beautiful body in front of his eyes: “The graceful pavilion with no threads of clothing on is like a flower with a dewy scent… Don’t ask me where I can find my soul… Those who know it are as intoxicated as if they were still waking up…”
After Qingru finished his poem, he then said, “I’ve chanted a poem, let’s have another riddle from you!” Perhaps he also felt that this way of flirting was also interesting.
Jing Niang narrowed her eyes in a seductive manner, wrapped her hands around Qingru’s neck, and said in a delicate voice, “Carry me… carry me to the desk… I’ll write…”
Without saying a word, Qingru held Jingniang horizontally and walked to the front of the bookcase. Jing Niang slightly bent down to write, but Qing Ru close behind her rubbing randomly, erect rod in her between the femur drilling and running; hands but forward in her breasts, pussy kneading and kneading.
Although Qingru’s light and bold movements made Jingniang’s mind flutter and prevented her from writing, she didn’t think so and was happy to bear it. But the words she barely wrote were just like tadpole writing, which made her laugh even when she looked at them.
Jing Niang wrote the “Stealing Fragrance Lyrics” that she discarded last night: “I’ve been thinking of each other, and I’ve been traveling all night. Knocking open the golden lock door knob. The sinuses of love, no night is not silk. The willow waist holds half of the side. I have not yet reached my mouth. Mouth spit tongue soft like a hook. And that jade pestle, not wood. The center of the two-eight straight into, picked up the tip of the foot. I moaned and groaned. The wine in the pot, not a drop left. I’m tired of leaning on the back of the dry barge. I am afraid that if I give birth to a child, the child will not be mine.
“Aaah… mmmm… mmmm…” Under the harassment of Hing Joo, he even pushed the head of his glans a few inches into his vagina to take advantage of the flow of his lustful juices, causing Jeongnyeong to finish her writing with great difficulty amidst the sounds of yi yi.
Qingru early in Jing Niang wrote half of the guess to the bottom of the riddle, but did not move, not busy to say the answer, on the one hand, want to get a glimpse of the word panorama; on the other hand, it is Jing Niang such a front position, let him feel both fresh, but also obscene enough, up and down without any stifling.
Qingru did not wait for Jingniang to speak, but first came together behind her ear and whispered: “Jingniang! Is it true that after guessing, you are willing to let me put the “jade pestle and mortar” from the “two-eighty center straight into it”?”
“Pfft! Poor mouth!” Jing Niang was so ashamed that she pretended to be angry and wanted to turn around and gesture to hit him for being so rude. It was because there were lines in her words that were hard to say that she wanted to write them to minimize her embarrassment, and Qingru made fun of her. The flirting made her heart sweet, and of course, her shyness was inevitable.
Qingru had already known Jingniang’s reaction and had a method to deal with it. When Jingniang cursed, Qingru didn’t let her have a chance to turn around, and with a slight push of his waist, the rod lurking at the entrance of the hole was drilled into it in response. Having been in contact with her before, it seems that she is familiar with it, and with the lubrication of the obscene liquid, Qingru effortlessly pushed it to the bottom, and the tip of the glans hit the end of the vagina hard.
“Ah… Ah… Ah… Hmm…” Jing Niang’s body shivered with the sudden impact of the thrusts, which made her body so numb that she was almost unable to stand up, and fell onto the desk: “Oh… My lord… I can’t… I can’t… ah…”
“Son! U! Yin! D…” As if counting, Ching-yü recited a single word with each thrust of his rod, saying it in rhythm: “The answer… is the earth’s branches… ten words… one word for each phrase… yes. No! Yes! …” When he said the last three words, he emphasized the tone of his voice, and he pushed as hard as he could, as if he wouldn’t stop until he had pierced through Jing Niang’s body, causing her to make a lot of obscene noises.
Qingru sometimes hands holding Jing Niang’s slender waist, control the deep thrust shallow pumping tight and speed, so that the rod carefully taste the rare wonderful pussy; sometimes but light ambush in Jing Niang’s back, point kiss shoulder, knead jade peak, deep placement of the rod will be very clear to feel the vaginal writhing, the kind of sucking and devouring stimulation is really let a person soothing to the extreme.
Although Jingniang has had countless hours of intercourse with her husband, she has never tried such a lewd and wild sexual intercourse. Although she had also ridden on her husband’s body, like a slut-like lustful display, but that was in the boudoir, closed door to enjoy the fish and water between husband and wife, where as now not to choose to hide everywhere to have sex. However, the excitement of secret love and lust, but let the pleasure of intercourse to a higher level.
Jing Niang is now like a crazy heartless general, let out a moan, twisting waist and hips, chest and head,, just written on the fragrance of the words of the ink is not yet dry, stained in her snow-white chest, it seems to be like splashing ink landscapes in general; the bookcase even move the shaking, so that the original set up the fixed bookshelf quill has long been tipped over and fell down, the items scattered all around.
It was as if the ‘Jade Feather Flower Brush’ was grieving and complaining because it had fallen out of favor. It rolled the farthest… ～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～ The oblivious intercourse caused Qingru to go home and sleep for a day and a night in exhaustion, and as soon as he opened his eyes on the third day, he hurriedly got up and freshened up, in order to renew his relationship with Jingniang, of course.
Unexpectedly, Qingru arrived at Jingniang’s door, only to see the door locked, and even button ring shouting no one to pay attention to, so that he wondered Jingniang is not at first met with a change of heart. Although his heart was burning with anxiety, there was nothing he could do.
For the next few days, Qingru stayed outside Jingniang’s house all day like a madman, occasionally asking neighbors and merchants about Jingniang. Some people visited Jingniang’s house again for the purpose of guessing the lantern riddles, but they were also unable to get in, so of course, Qingru took the opportunity to talk to them and find out what happened.
However, the answers are all the same, they only know that Jingniang is a widow and usually lives in a private home, the purchases and chores are handled by maidservants, and only a handful of people have seen her, and only two or three times.
There were also some boring old ladies who whispered that Jing Niang’s late husband had left her a fortune that she could never use; some said that she had made many friends and had many backers in the court; and even more ridiculously, some even said that she was a foxy spirit who killed people and ate their hearts… The only thing that made Ching Ru feel a little bit relieved was that he didn’t hear anyone criticize Jing Niang’s behavior as being bad, or as being a lecherous and corrupt person.
As fate would have it, after ten days of watching, Hing-yu saw a servant girl going out for shopping, so he took the opportunity to ask her about it. It seemed that the maid no longer recognized Hing-yu, and she only replied indifferently, “Miss has told me not to welcome guests for the time being, and not to pay any attention to the door even if someone calls…”, and left in a hurry to go about her work.
Qingru stayed for a long time, vaguely feeling that Jingniang’s actions were clearly directed at him, but why? He really couldn’t make sense of it.
‘Weren’t they intolerant of each other during their lovemaking?… There were no bad words, no disagreements… no harsh rebuke, no excuses, no rejection… no revelations, no accusations… She regretted her uninhibited and lascivious behavior… or she despised me for my lack of self-control… or I was unable to satisfy her… or maybe it was just a desire to escape from her… or perhaps it was just the desire to make her happy with her new marriage…’ These questions kept haunting Hing-yu’s mind, causing him to be so disoriented that he had no taste for tea or food and was unable to concentrate on his homework.
Perhaps a woman’s heart is a riddle – an unsolvable riddle. Even if Qingru was an expert in solving lantern riddles, he could not understand this riddle in his entire life.
You, can you solve it?
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