Chapter 9 9. Seven teas

Princess Zhuangyang went to Xianyi Nunnery to find Xuanji for tea.This month, Princess Zhuangyang's menstruation is always coming, always not coming, always coming soon but still not coming, the sky is always holding back the rain, and all the leaves and flowers are opening their mouths.Princess Zhuangyang has abdominal distension, breast pain, upset, flowers, trees, dogs, and horses are not pleasing to the eye, Princess Zhuangyang thought, pinch flowers, cut trees, butcher dogs, and fuck horses.When she came to Xianyi Nunnery, Princess Zhuangyang didn't bring any attendants, she brought a cup for drinking tea in her bag, and the sedan chair was left outside the courtyard.

The first time Princess Zhuangyang came to Xianyi Temple was shortly after the young hunter was carefully sucked by Luwao and Hongtuan, and tried to fuck by Xuanji. Princess Zhuangyang wore a men's attire in a Hu suit, wrapped in a small floral scarf, a long gown with round neck and small sleeves, a small striped hakama, and scarlet soft brocade boots.The gatekeeper Zhao refused to let in, and Princess Zhuangyang's entourage fought ten tricks with the gatekeeper Zhao.The gatekeeper Lao Zhao retreated into the yard, closed the door, and told Xuanji that he has been evil for the past two days, that young hunter can be beaten, his ligaments are super long, his tongue can lick his dick, and his feet can kick his ass. It grows a large piece, like mushrooms after a spring rain, so that I dare not beat him, and if I hit him twice, if he wants to understand the rhythm of my hitting him, I will not be able to beat him.Today, this little barbarian handsome man, his ass is really upturned, and his entourage's skills are too good, I can't beat him.Xuanji, your place is getting more and more evil. Among the top ten best fighters in the Tang Dynasty, I saw two of them in the past two or three days.Isn't your place used to discuss poetry and Buddhist principles with Chang'an talents, and occasionally have sex?Why is it becoming a martial arts gym soon?

Xuanji's first words when he saw Princess Zhuangyang were: The princess' breasts are too big for men's clothing to cover them up, and the skin on her face can be so makeup without makeup. If she is really a man, how can a woman live?You change into women's clothes in the future and come to drink tea often. Princess Zhuangyang likes Xuanji, Xuanji has seen too many men, Princess Zhuangyang wants to know what a man is, what is Shenxiu, she has no breasts, no ass, and no good complexion, why does her lower abdomen feel tight when she sees it? , After going back, thinking of his eyes, my lower abdomen still felt tight.

Xuanji took Princess Zhuangyang's hand to the wisteria trellis.The wisteria flowers are in full bloom, and the golden bees stand up between the flowers for a while, leave and attach after a while, the bee's claws and mouthparts flip, tease the petals and stamens, and the petals and stamens tease the stigma in turn, the bee's wings vibrate, in the background There was a subtle sound, and the rhythms of several bees flying and landing were different. Sometimes it seemed to contain complicated laws, and sometimes it seemed to be clueless.There are bluestones under the flower stand, and the top surface of the bluestone is smooth.The sun shines through the wisteria flowers and branches and leaves, making irregular shadows of different shades.The afternoon wind comes in and out from the front, rear, left, right, and top of the wisteria trellis, shaking all the dreamy bubbles around the wisteria trellis, making the rules more complicated or more clueless.

The cup that Princess Zhuangyang brought was not big, with a bull's head carved in gold and horns carved in amber.The gold bull's head is used as the base, the bull's eyes are squinting at a forty-five-degree angle, and the amber bull's horns are exposed upwards, forming the main body of the cup.The amber is polished extremely thin, and the light passes through completely without hindrance, as if a knife cuts through a mass of light of different colors, from bright yellow to dark brown to crimson, extremely mottled and shifting, between different colors, there are natural fine lines The leucorrhea is curved and outlined, and when there is no liquid in it, it seems to be full of liquids, and the seven colors of light are mixed together.

Xuanji said, "I have tea." Zhuang Yang asked, "Good tea?" Xuanji said, "Tea." Zhuang Yang said: "I only have this amber cup. I heard that it was originally used for drinking. I don't care. The cup is beautiful. I use it for tea." Xuanji said, "I have a cup." Zhuang Yang asked, "What kind of cup? A good cup?" Xuanji said, "Cup." Xuanji's cup is not too big, the size of a child's palm.The white jade is thick and moist, and the red oozes infiltrate. The red line penetrates directly into the skin from the surface. The color gradually changes from blood red to golden yellow. The cup is plain and has no decorations. A little wind, the double wings flap up and down, and fly away.The sky became cloudy, and the rain floated like a gossamer, so light that it fell obliquely on the surface of the utensils, rose into the air or penetrated into the jade, and disappeared instantly.

Zhuang Yang said: "My dad also has one of these Han Wudi wine cups, and it's also made of jade. The color is not as good as yours. It was given by Emperor Taizong. Emperors are usually very troubled about their own deaths, and they are full of contradictions. They seem to take care of many things, big things, and hold on to very big things. In fact, they remember all the weird little things. When they were eight years old, they gambled and the village chief’s son took a lot of money. They would all remember and keep nagging. Money is worth money. At that time, a sling of money was equivalent to how much it is now. At that time, there was no money, and the feeling of a sling of money was equivalent to how much it is now. Emperor Taizong is also an emperor. He has considered for a long time, which women he has fucked to accompany him Death. No one knows what the Paradise of Paradise is like. After death, you may not be able to ascend to the sky temporarily, and you may stay in the tomb for a long time. Take a serious, loose cunt, hair that is not slippery, body odor, A woman who can understand everything about serious things, but can’t understand anything about non-serious things, stays together in the tomb and can’t get out. It’s very annoying. After all, there is no world and rivers and lakes in the tomb. Understand, there is a dog cunt for it? That’s why he didn’t drag Wu Meiniang to accompany him to death. The same is true for fun utensils. One. Emperor Taizong liked this cup so much that he always took it with him. I heard that once, when he drank from a jade cup for the first time, he choked and hiccupped for three days, killing an imperial doctor. , Scared an imperial doctor to death, so I stopped hiccupping. I also saw an old monk have a similar wine glass, not Hongren smelly monk, but the old monk's is talc. Such a good cup, do you have good water? ?"

Xuanji said, "There is water." At the first brew, Xuanji drinks to the dirt, dew and spring morning. The long-awaited spring rain came on a morning in everyone's dreams, falling from the sky to the ground, leaving dew on the branches and leaves, and the rain wet the soil.The cheater finished fucking hot last night, the cunt and cock were quiet, the man hugged the woman from behind, the belly and the back, skin-to-skin contact with each other, there was no big gap between cock and cunt The wide range of pumping and puffing, the brocade quilt is also carefully tucked in with hands and feet. When falling asleep, the wind and dreams are not easy to come in.Even though he was reluctant to sleep, everything was quiet, the sense of touch on the skin gradually lost consciousness, the man's hand holding the water-slick hair gradually became stiff, the powdery smell in his nose was evenly circulated by the air surrounding the brocade quilt, a woman alone Turning his shoulders so slightly that it was imperceptible, the teeth of the man who was biting the woman's arm lightly from behind fell like white petals.When the sky was turning white, it began to rain, and the water vapor left between the sky and the earth and the rustic air splashed on the ground seeped into the house. When one foot of the woman who kicked out the brocade quilt was cold, her nose could smell it, and her buttocks could smell it. Move it, the man's sleeping cock is still licking between his buttocks.The woman didn't open her eyes, shrank her cold foot, turned around, hugged her man, tightened the brocade quilt around her, and dived into the depths of the bed again.

Zhuang Yang took off the pink and white cloak, and took off the half-arm of the Shu embroidery, revealing the pink and white long skirt and flesh, and the pink fingers of his hands rested on the outer wall of the amber cup for a while, then rose, and then attached again after a while. Zhuang Yang said: "It's delicious, the water is hot, I'm a little hot." Xuanji said: "The complexion on your face is really good, like lotus petals, glaze, and honey." In the second brew, Xuanji has sweet-scented osmanthus, apricot blossom and cherry. "Tea made of wood has been soaked in water, boiled in fire, and served in a cup carved from jade. How can it smell of flowers and fruits? I was washed in water, combed my hair, and looked at by Han Yu's eyes for a while. How can my body smell of flowers and fruits and even eggs, kittens and puppies?"

"What perfume do you use recently?" Xuanji asked. "It was passed down from Dashi. I heard that it is mainly a kind of spice from deer, which was produced in peace. There is another kind, which was also passed down from Dashi. I don't know who made it. It is said that it is mainly a spice from big fish in the sea. The big fish is bigger than a Jiaofang, and the kun mentioned in the book is that big. There is also Ryukyu made of cherry blossoms, mixed with agarwood powder, it’s okay, it’s lighter, and some Gaogouli people sell it in Chang’an. I’ll bring it to you next time You. Generally speaking, it seems that animals or plants are tossing with themselves for a long time, for a long time, or animals and plants are tossing each other for a long time." Zhuang Yang said.

Xuanji remembered that when she and Han Yu had just married and lived in Han Yu's house, Han Yu said that it's not about writing too many articles, but that they are well written and can be passed down for a long time.Han Yu’s sex is the same as the article, not too many times a day, at most twice, but each time the time is very long, very tossing, and every day, the taste of the tossing is different every day, sometimes closer to the plant, most of the time It's closer to animals, but if you think about it carefully, you can't tell what kind of plant or animal it is.The incense that comes out of these nights often hovers in the yard for a long time. The cats and dogs bark uncomfortably.Xuanji has been fucked professionally in the teaching workshop for so long, and she didn't notice any fragrance coming out of other men fucking her dick.When Xuanji didn't have enough money, she also pretended to have orgasms a few times, but she couldn't fake the aroma. "You don't need to buy incense for me, I'll just ask." Xuanji said. "It's okay, when they bring it to me, I'll just leave it to you." Zhuang Yang said. In the third brew, Xuanji drinks lotus, orchid and walnut.Zhuang Yang's hair was thick and long, and after three cups of hot tea, beads of sweat appeared on his temples.When Xuanji ate Han Yu's dick for the first time, Xuanji's hair was thick and long, scattered on Han Yu's belly, and Han Yu said that the spring water below his ribs was cold. There used to be a long period of time, every morning, when the sun shines through the window lattice, strings of strings and pillars of strings, fingers plucked, and there is a distant sound, Han Yu likes to comb Xuanji's hair and make-up.After the first few times, Xuanji secretly sighed inwardly, a man who writes fluently and is well versed in Buddhism can actually do cunt and comb his hair well, things are interlinked.Fucking cunt and combing hair are transformed into many tricks by Han Yu. Hair can be coiled into various shapes, such as cloud bun, startled bun, concentric bun, Luo bun, double ring Wangxian bun, vertebra bun, falling horse bun, noisy sweep bun, throwing bun. Home bun, Luanfeng bun, each style can be inserted with different folded flowers, peony, calamus, chrysanthemum, twined lotus, group flowers, different folded flowers can be matched with hairpin hairpins of different textures, silver, gold , inlaid with jade, inlaid with miscellaneous treasures, different hairpin steps can be matched with different styles of eyebrows, mandarin duck eyebrows, small mountain eyebrows, Wuyue eyebrows, Sanfeng eyebrows, hanging bead eyebrows, but moon eyebrows, sub-point eyebrows, and Hanyan eyebrows , Fuyun eyebrows, fainting eyebrows, different eyebrows can be worn with different shawls, tulle clothes, and long skirts. Han Yu stood behind Xuanji, fiddling with Xuanji's hair and face. Xuanji's hair stretched out like metal in a large area under the sun, reflecting the image of Han Yu's hand holding a comb. Xuanji's face was like jade, like lake water, like the sky, liquid in the sun The same gas rippling, Xuanji felt Han Yu's cock suddenly jumped up, hard against his lower back, through each other's clothes, there was a trace of hot air and faint dampness.As Han Yu fiddled, the mystery gradually bloomed in Han Yu's hands like a flower, high bun, corolla, golden step, dense moth-wing eyebrows, red ground and blue flower nests in underwear, thin crocodile silk drape, Floral dress.When the wind blew, the leaves rustled, the golden steps jingled, and Han Yu was behind Xuanji, with Xuanji's hair on his face, biting Xuanji's earlobe, and whispered, you are so beautiful, I am hard.Xuanji didn't look back, and said, I can't do it anymore, the flowers below are also blooming, and the lower abdomen is sinking, tightening up and down, and the juice flows out. Han Yu lifted up Xuanji's gauze dress with his hands, pulled off the veil, and unbuttoned his underwear. The penis was inserted from the back of Xuanji's dress. Han Yu's hands were placed on Xuanji's two buttocks. Han Yu's hands did not dare to touch the mysterious and perfect high bun and eyebrows, which are distant mountains and vegetation, made in heaven, and happened to be seen by others. Han Yu pumped it nearly a hundred times, and Jin Buyao kept swaying , Xuanji turned his head and looked at Han Yu, the water in his eyes was connected with the mountains and vegetation, and the ocean was one, and Han Yu's penis became very big in an instant, Xuanji turned his head and frowned, it hurts, Han Yu is in the next Cum in an instant, fuck the shit. When Han Yu calmed down, Xuanji said, Lord, do you want me to take off all my clothes?My skin is smoother than silk, and my hair, eyebrows, and face makeup are all on, do you want to pierce me a few hundred times?Can you cum again?Then you take a break and I let my hair down and you're still standing behind me and my hair hangs down and buries your dick in my hair and it warms up fast and it gets hard again , it is stronger than you, it misses me more than you, I stretched my hands behind my back, wrapped a lot of hair around your egg, your left egg is lower than your right egg, why? For the fourth brew, Xuanji drinks full moon, breeze and tobacco. Xuanji asked: "There are so many men in your yard and on the street, how do you choose?" Zhuang Yang said: "Choose one." Xuanji asked: "What is good?" Zhuang Yang said: "Okay, okay, for a while, the best, everything else is incomparable." For the fifth brew, Xuanji drank until Qiushan, cypress and rooster crowed. Xuanji said: "You often go to Feng's Tomb Mountain, how is the old monk Hongren of Dongshan Temple?" Zhuang Yang said, "Shenxiu is good, and his new cassock is good. I gave it to him. He looks good in it. When I see it, I want to throw him down or be thrown down by him." Xuanji said: "I heard that a little monk named Bu Er often wrote poems. The most recent Wu Jue is 'Panasonic asked the boy, and the teacher told me to fuck the cunt. It's only in this mountain. I don't know where the clouds are." Isn't his teacher Hongren? ? Where is Hong Ren fucking her cunt?" Zhuang Yang said, "Shenxiu's Kucha dialect is getting better and better, and it's almost the same as your Kucha dialect." On the sixth brew, Xuanji drank the soil, dew and spring morning again. Zhuang Yang said: "The tea has only the taste of water, and this water is a little sweet. Venus is retrograde recently, and I feel restless. I want to reboot for three months. Buddha, accept me, what will I do? Can I smash my head into your arms? If you are a big tree, I will climb you, if you are meat, I will bite you, if you are a big dick, I will lick you." Without even thinking about it, Xuanji poured a bowl of leftover tea on her cunt, pulled Zhuang Yang's long and profuse hair, pressed Zhuang Yang's head between her legs with one hand, and said, "Since tea is tasteless Son, Venus is retrograde, I'm a tree, I'm meat, I'm a big dick, crawl, bite, lick, bark, lord." Before Zhuang Yang had time to resist, Xuanji's slap made Zhuang Yang dizzy, and then he felt his head being pressed more tightly on his cunt, and his lips and pussy were pressed together.Xuanji said, "Crawl well, bite well, and lick well." When Zhuang Yang was almost out of breath, Xuanji untied his cloak, wrapped it around Zhuang Yang's neck, and then tightened it. Zhuang Yang squeezed his voice and shouted: "Strength." The mystery ribbon tightened again. Zhuang Yang squeezed his voice and shouted: "Why is your cunt so fragrant? How could I remember Shenxiu's eyes? I went to dream of peach blossoms yesterday, one tree after another, and the sky was pink. Peaches formed in an instant, still pink and white, and then the peaches became Shenxiu's face and buttocks, and then Hongren began to touch Shenxiu's face and buttocks, sin, sin, my sin, Hongren's sin, and then saw Shenxiu's eyes, eyes, a glance at the ribbon, in the dream, in the dream, I can't breathe. Xuanji, try harder, harder." The ribbon of mystery was tightened again, Princess Zhuangyang's mouth opened upwards, and Princess Zhuangyang's face turned amber, from bright yellow to dark brown to red, extremely mottled, and between different colors, large beads of sweat flowed , and then his whole body went limp in an instant, completely soaked in water.Xuanji let go of the cloak, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Because I wash it with marijuana water every day, and when I pour tea on it, it will be fragrant. Miscense is also lit around the wisteria flower stand. Princess Zegamadi of King Ashoka recipe, this is the seventh brew." Zhuang Yang took a long breath, looked at the wisteria flower stand, and asked the mystery: "Recently, many people like Fanseng, who has a high nose, straight, blue eyes, bright, yellow beard, curly, and a huge penis. It pokes in and comes out of the mouth, and the horse will look at you. Do you like it?" Xuanji put away Sipa and said, "Princess Zhuangyang, I like you."