Jinfu is a very considerate person. She brought this over and didn't ask why Qiao Yu wanted to see it. She didn't even make a joke. Instead, she brought in a few plates of hot tea milk and placed it in front of the desk, then left quietly, closing the palace door.

Qiao Yu stared at the long-awaited texts not far away, but did not move for a long time. He was alone, and he had to pretend to behave and look around to make sure that there was no one. Then he turned his head and stretched forward, and sneaked up to sneak up the books.

The book cover is blue, but it is ordinary. There is a row of serious big words written on it - "Xiao Chongshan Notes". Qiao Yu held it in her hand, weighed it, and muttered in her heart, could it be that Jinfu bought the wrong travel notes?

He relaxed his vigilance, brought the candlestick closer, took a sip of milk tea, and opened the first page. At the bright light, Qiao Yu looked at it casually, but it was completely different from the previous cover. There was a color picture in the inner seal, and two men in disheveled clothes and almost naked were on a stone platform, with black hair loose and hanging to the ground. The man above him had a thin and slender figure, revealing most of the chapter's back and a small side face. He could vaguely see his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and his eyes were dyed with a thin red, full of romantic mood.

This is also, this is too bold.

Qiao Yu put a mouthful of milk tea in his mouth, almost choking himself. He calmed down, thinking about looking at it with a research and research attitude, and carefully pushed the tea and snacks away.

This story tells the story of a woodcutter living on Xiaozhong Mountain saving a white-haired fox. The woodcutter worked hard day and night, had good martial arts and lofty ambitions. However, because his family owed foreign debts, the creditor sent him to guard the mountain here and was depressed and unsuccessful all day long. However, he was very kind and gentle. After hunting the white-haired fox, the fox's eyes were filled with tears. He felt that the fox was born with a spirit, so he released a white-haired fox worth a thousand gold. It turned out that the white-haired fox was a fairy in the mountain. He changed back to his original form due to his failure in cultivation. After a short time, he could transform into a human again. He found the woodcutter's small house in the mountain and said that he wanted to repay his kindness.

When the story came here, Qiao Yu thought it was quite ordinary and interesting, but the woodcutter then said that he lacked nothing in the mountains, only a wife who could accompany him every day.

The white-haired fox actually agreed shyly.

Qiao Yu is good at painting, so he can naturally see that the painter's painting skills are not very rough, but when he paints the scene of the white-haired fox agreeing to his beloved, it is very vivid and lifelike.

He couldn't help but think about whether his face was redder than the white-haired fox when he confessed his feelings to Jing Yan? Qiao Yu turned the next page, and the two of them had lost all their clothes and rolled into a ball on the bed.

This scene is more specific, vivid and detailed than the previous scene. There is also a line of small characters on the narration, and everyone has been reading for a long time.

Qiao Yu only glanced lightly, and saw a look. She blushed violently, her fingers trembled, and she couldn't bear the weight of the book. The book fell down and rolled to the ground. He jumped down quickly, and didn't even have time to put on his shoes and socks. He held the whole book in his arms and didn't dare to open it anymore. Instead, he leaned on the table, touched his hot chest, and tried hard to take a few more breaths.

After a long time, Qiao Yu drank a few more sips of cold tea before she tremblingly took out the book "Xiao Chongshan Notes". Since the white-haired fox repays his kindness, he has been reversing day and night. Every picture is a man and a male fox.

From beginning to halfway through the book, Qiao Yu's face gradually matured like a green fruit, and finally became red and ripe.

Qiao Yu calmed down for a moment and poured half a cup of cold tea. Although he was embarrassed to study it seriously, he roughly understood that the intimacy between men and women was also between men, that is, that is, that place to be used.

There were countless obscene lyrics and romances inside. Qiao Yu roughly turned over and arrived at the second half. In the book, the white-haired fox already knew the difficulties of the woodcutter. He secretly used immortal magic and turned stones into gold to pay off the woodcutter's debt. The woodcutter was unwilling to be trapped in the mountains and forests and wanted to go to the ranks to make a fuss. Although the white-haired fox could not bear to part, he still let the woodcutter leave, but kept following behind secretly. One day, the woodcutter was seriously injured and appeared to heal him. The two rolled into a ball. The woodcutter kissed the white-haired fox's lips and said that he would be separated from him in this life.

Qiao Yu also played with the corners of her lips and was happy for the two in the book.

It's a pity that the good times did not last long. The woodcutter was appreciated by the emperor because of his outstanding military achievements. He was promoted all the way. He also met the beautiful and noble princess. The princess was interested in him. The woodcutter was greedy for wealth and wealth, and could not bear to refuse, so he got along with the princess in private. When the white-haired fox learned about this, he was sad and sad, thinking that it was definitely not the woodcutter's original intention. It was just that the princess was passionate, so he adjusted a pair of medicine to break the princess' affection for the woodcutter. As a result, the woodcutter discovered it and was secretly

He hated that he was just a vixen, who was entangled and wanted to ruin his good deeds, so he begged the Taoist to take away the white-haired fox. He described the white-haired fox as extremely powerful to the Taoist priest, but the Taoist priest used magic, but directly beat the white-haired fox to death. It turned out that the white-haired fox was different from usual. He had been practicing Taoism for thousands of years, but he lost his magic because he had been using immortal magic secretly, but he barely maintained his human form in front of the woodcutter.

This time, even his soul was scattered by lightning and he would not enter the cycle of reincarnation. In the future, there will be no white-haired fox like him in this world.

Qiao Yu was still having fantasy when he first saw this plot. The woodcutter could turn back and see the true heart of the white fox, but he didn't expect this ending. His heart felt sour, and a few tears fell, soaked in those few pages of thin paper.

The woodcutter was seriously ill and realized that he had been in danger on the battlefield in the past. Over the years, his life was raised by the white-haired fox with magic power and hard work.

The woodcutter seemed to wake up from a dream, and the fox that loved him the most in the world was killed by himself.

Originally, all power and wealth seemed to be like flowers and moon in the mirror. It was no longer important. He did not marry a princess, resigned from his official position, returned to Xiaozhongshan, where he lived this life, and finally died in the place where he first met the white-haired fox. No one carved up his bones. In this way, with the wind and rain, he turned into dust with time, and buried there forever.

This is the ending.

Qiao Yu was still crying secretly. It was not until here that tears rolled down. He would rather the story stay forever before he went down the mountain. The woodcutter and the white-haired fox were together all day long. The happiest thing was that he ate roast chicken today, and the saddest thing was that the sweetest fruit on the branch was pecked by a bird.

He was crying inside, but Jin Fu stood in front of the window and heard the neat footsteps outside the palace gate. With the slight light coming from the window frame, he whispered to Qiao Yu, "Young Master, Your Highness is back."

Qiao Yu sobbed, her voice filled with tears, "Oh, give me some water, I want to wash my face."

Jinfu knew that he was crying as soon as she heard this, so she hurriedly found a little eunuch to go out to pick up Jing Yan, fetched water and sent it in, and wiped Qiao Yu's face.

Jing Yan pushed the door and entered, his eyes fell on Qiao Yu who was nestled on the soft couch in front of the window. He could tell at a glance that his thin red eyes had just cried.

He walked over in three or two steps, raised Qiao Yu's chin and asked, "What's wrong? I heard from the little eunuch that you haven't gone out for a day, and someone dares to bully you in the Xianlin Palace."

Qiao Yu didn't expect that he would immediately catch her feet, and did not look up, stubbornly maintaining her original posture, with a hoarse voice, "No one, no one bullies me..."

Jing Yan was not so easy to fool. After Qiao Yu confessed his feelings to him, he was even more strict with him. He couldn't even hide a word of concealment. He directly took Qiao Yu into his arms and coaxed him softly, his lips pressed against Qiao Yu's temples. When he occasionally touched his white and hot skin, Qiao Yu couldn't help but tremble.

It was a very intimate position, too much intimacy.

Qiao Yu raised her eyes lightly, and she cried a lot. She was blurry in front of her, but she could see Jing Yan's slightly pursed thin lips. The shape was very beautiful and suitable for kissing. She suddenly remembered the text she had just read today.

There are so many, so many, so many, so many similar postures inside.

Qiao Yu's emotions came and went quickly. She was attracted by this incident and almost forgot the sadness. She was only confused and shy, and couldn't help but crawl out of Jing Yan's arms, as if the usual actions had different meanings and refused to get close to them.

How could Jing Yan tolerate someone slipping away from his arms? He pulled Qiao Yu back to his arms, kissed him carefully, and licked the dimples, with a gloomy face, "Well? What's wrong? I'll go and ask Jinfu if I don't say anything."

Qiao Yu leaned her head and looked very obedient. She let Jing Yan kiss her too much, and said nothing.

Jing Yan was not angry with Qiao Yu. Qiao Yu would never make any mistakes here, so he should find someone else. He was about to call Jinfu in, but suddenly he saw that the corner of the soft couch was bulging a little more than before, as if something was hidden, so he reached out to lift the place open. Sure enough, there were several books hidden inside.

Qiao Yu was startled and instinctively rushed over, putting the book under his body, and refused to allow Jing Yan to read it.

How can I see this?

Qiao Yu vowed to defend his dignity to the death. Jing Yan wanted to hold him away, so he grabbed Jing Yan's neck of his clothes and rolled in as he could do anything.

Jing Yan let his soft lips kiss his fingertips, and his heart was numb, but after being happy, he still wanted to hug him away.

Qiao Yu and Jing Yan stayed together for so long. No matter how stupid or naive he was, there should be a few ways to deal with him. He immediately changed his appearance and looked at Jing Yan pitifully, and cried as soon as he said he cried. His eyes were wet, as if full of tears. He felt aggrieved, "Since I recommended myself to Your Highness to be the crown princess, Your Highness has stopped loving me. He bullied me every day. He was not allowed to do this, nor could he move, and he even tormented me. He couldn't breathe my kiss now. Now he still wants to steal my things..."

He started to just do a show for Jing Yan to show him, but after he talked, he devoted himself to it and became really sad.

Jing Yan couldn't laugh or cry. Naturally, he could see the authenticity of Qiao Yu's emotions, so it was particularly ridiculous. He no longer hugged Qiao Yu's harshly, but knelt on the soft couch, gently sucked Qiao Yu's tears with his rough fingertips, rubbed his chin against Qiao Yu's head, and asked softly: "Are you so wronged?"

Qiao Yu responded loudly. He was arrogant because of his favor, and now he was more justified. "Is it just a very wronged?"

The sky outside was pitch black, without the moon, and there were no stars. The shadows of the trees were swaying, reflecting on Qiao Yu's body beside the window. He was half in the light and half in the dark.

Jing Yan sighed, "Then I feel wronged. Last time I confessed to Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu ignored me."

Qiao Yu suddenly widened her eyes, "When did it happen? Your Highness fooled me again!"

Jing Yan half-closed her eyes, her voice was extremely light, and she only said to Qiao Yu, "Well, do you still remember the mountain condensation I gave you?"

Qiao Yu remembers that he has a bad memory, and only remembers everything he has with his grandmother and Jing Yan in a particularly stern manner.

Jing Yan told Qiao Yu about the origin of the mountain flowers and the Lanhe Festival. He seemed to be very light when he spoke, but the tone added a bit of sorrow of seeking but not getting what he wanted was, which was really much more than Qiao Yu.

After hearing this, Qiao Yu was obviously much weaker. He explained stumblely, "I am from Longnan, how can I know about the festivals in the capital..."

But he was just stubborn. In fact, he was very sad when he remembered the fact that Jing Yan gave him Shan Ning. His Aci must have sent him Shan Ninghua with hope, but he was a fool, and he didn't know anything. He really stupidly accepted it.

Jing Yan continued to say seriously: "I was very sad at that time and I didn't have a good meal for several days."

Qiao Yu was frightened by him and wanted to tell him not to be sad, but he thought that it was something that happened a long time ago and could only make up for it now. So he slowly stood up and took the book "Little Chongshan Notes" in his hand. His snow-white cheeks instantly turned red and he handed it on.

Jing Yan is busy with national affairs and open and secret struggles. He has never read the scripts on the streets of the city. This is the first time he read it. However, his expression remained unchanged. After turning a few pages, he leaned over and pressed against Qiao Yu's earlobe and chuckled, "Why do you think of reading this?"

Qiao Yu kept silent stubbornly and maintained her precarious dignity.

Jing Yan's voice was low, "It's almost time for Lanhe Festival again. I wonder if there are still such bright mountains this year..."

Qiao Yu spoke dryly and interrupted Jing Yan's words, "That's, just... I just want to know how close men are between men..."

At this point, because he was too shy, he was so hoarse that he could hardly hear it.

Jing Yan still teased him, but did not force him to say the next words, but changed his question, "Then, why do you want to know?"

Qiao Yu secretly raised his eyes. He was very close to Jing Yan, and could even feel each other's breathing. He lowered his head and tried hard to slow down his heart, which was beating too fast. "Because I want to be as close as A Ci, because I want to be closer."

He was very shy just now, but he was very brave to say this. He did it in one go and sent all his heart to Jing Yan, extremely brave.

Jing Yan was stunned. He raised his hand and wanted to touch Qiao Yu's hair. He hesitated for a moment, but finally he didn't do anything. He said word by word: "Since you want to know so much, and you want to be close to me so much, why don't you teach you, okay?"

That is the most intimate posture that people can achieve, with lingering necks, flesh and blood, and even the old age is inseparable.

Jing Yan grew up in his twenties, not without desire, but restrained himself, thinking that his little jade was not ready yet. Although the little fool was almost twenty years old, he was actually still confused and in a daze, and didn't understand anything.

He can tolerate and wait, provided that Qiao Yu doesn't understand.

But Qiao Yu now understood. Jing Yan looked at Qiao Yu sitting beside him. He already had the skeleton of a young man, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate, his eyelashes were slightly drooping, and a blue-gray shadow fell, but his appearance was even more charming. He had long black hair of crows, slightly dispersed, like flowing ink, and his skin and flesh were as white as jade and moist as white and moist.

Even every bone is well-proportioned and beautiful.

And Qiao Yu is brave, gentle, and shyly waiting for Jing Yan to do the closest thing in the world with herself.

Yes, he was afraid and shy, but these were completely incompatible with his desire for Jing Yan.

Jing Yan only gave an order to the outside, and Jinfu brought in the bathtub items that had been prepared long ago. She quietly retreated. The lights of the Xianlin Palace suddenly disappeared, and everything was quiet.

The half-open and half-closed window finally closed, and there was a rustling sound of wind.

All rains stop and clouds are collected.

Qiao Yu was so tired that he could hardly move all over his body. He thought vaguely, it was different from what he said in the text, but there was no medicine for regret in the world, and he didn't want to take it.

Although it hurts, although it is sad, and even though he has finished crying, Qiao Yu is filled with joy.

This joy is different from every one of the past. There is nothing to describe and nothing to describe. There is a lot of peace and happiness in it, but it is not just that.

After all, I did the closest thing with my most important person.

Qiao Yu raised his heavy hands and rubbed his eyes, so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes.

Jing Yan lowered his head, kissed him comfortably, and said gently: "Don't rush to sleep, I'll take a shower for you and drink another bowl of soup, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable tomorrow."

Qiao Yu nodded very well.

He just lay on the bed, enduring sleepiness, squinted his eyes and looked at Jing Yan who was busy below. He couldn't help laughing, thinking to himself that it was his person.

Jing Yan carried Qiao Yu away, took a shower carefully, and then took him back to the bed.

Jinfu stopped hearing the movement inside and brought in two bowls of steaming soup. She has been practicing martial arts since she was a child and her hands are always safe, but these two bowls of light soup made her shake her hands so hard that she almost couldn't take them.
To be continued...