Chapter 11 11. Pillow grass

Xuanji decided to do something that only a little girl would do. She picked up a pen, grinded the ink, spread out the paper, and wrote many pages miscellaneously in small letters. "The night is never actually black. In the night, the Albizia julibrissin is still red and fluffy, and the wisteria is still purple and white. It has nothing to do with the night or the day. Just like, I miss you, it has nothing to do with the night or the day." , It has nothing to do with sunny days and rainy days, or even whether you know it or not, although I will try my best to let you know, thinking of this, so I am happy.

When the night is approaching dawn, it is even more dark. The water mist and cooking smoke are white, the sky and houses are dark blue, the candle light and skylight are red and yellow, and the crowing of roosters, dogs, and human voices are warm.Like, I know you are coming, when there is no one on the road, before dawn, there are all kinds of lights in my heart, through my chest, in the thick tent, between my breasts, Like a rainbow, so rejoice. When you come, if it is cold, I will give you a cup of warm milk and put your head between my breasts. They are much whiter than your face. Drink some warm milk.You drank it slowly, without moving your head, and my heart became hot, and hot steam rose up, so I rejoiced.

During the day, I was under the wisteria trellis, and I had nothing to do all day long. The sun shone down and hit me, light and dark, sometimes bumping, more often licking and stroking.Under bumping, licking and stroking, my pores are slowly opening, my hairs are stretching, sweat and blood want to flow out of my body, every wrinkle is waiting to be ironed, every hole is waiting to be filled .I thought, damn it, once I'm quiet, I'm waiting for you to fuck, the spring runs through the folds, the folds are run over, all is at peace, so rejoicing. Come on, what am I wearing?Before shaving, when I met you, do you remember what kind of hair I wear?I seem to often wear a long skirt with small sleeves.Vermilion and green, with small clusters of broken branches.Add another shawl to show my shoulders.Wear a striped hakama with a small mouth, and soft brocade boots through the air.Then put on a multi-turn gold bracelet in the shape of a long snake.I'm combing an ordinary cloud bun, right?My face is very white, and my black hair is combed upwards, and the white skin on my face can be seen through the hair.Think about it, did I look like one of your maids at the time, thinking and expecting, when will you come to fuck?

The day you came seemed very short at the time, and I didn't know what to use it for, so I picked it up with both hands, like a glass full of water.But in the end it's not a full glass of water, because even if you don't take a sip, it still disappears at the end of the day, so that day is not water.After that day passed, it became very long, like an osmanthus tree, which has the fragrance of osmanthus every year. It can also be made into osmanthus candy, put it in your mouth, lick and stroke it slowly, and wait for it to melt away.Buddha said that this is an illusion, not real.A day is a day, from as small as nothing to as large as infinite, all the things in that day are stored piece by piece and neatly arranged in another space.But what is true?Like that day itself, everything in that day was flowing, always looking for a fixed shape, and as soon as it found it, it began to look for the direction of flow again, as if the stream was before freezing, as if the ice had just melted, such as the tree on the tree. Albizia, like my clitoris, like your penis.Secretly tell you, in order to see those stored pieces of the day, I practice Zen, I want to take another look, I care, so I am happy.

How do we drink the day when everything disappears?Let me boil this cup of water, boil it into thin steam, you stand in the steam, don't waste it, it will paste on your body, every pore.Then I started drinking, don't move, I don't want you to move, so the water will run away.I have a thin leather rope, made of sheep intestines, to tie you up, and then I drink it inch by inch, at every angle, and drink it for a day, so I am happy. I said, let the green waist and the red ball drink with you. Although this is not my habit, I think you might like it.You say, well, even though that's not your habit either.Why do you smile so kindly and without gender when the green waist and the red group drink you.The hair of the green waist is very black, and the hair of the red group is yellowish. If my hair grows out, what color will it be?The green waist sprinkles mulberries on you, the red ball sprinkles raspberries on you, drink your skin, eat a fruit, I only drink the thin water on your skin.I think what you see in your eyes should be beautiful.Both green waist and red hair are beautiful, if they are open on your waist, they should be more beautiful than peony, and if they are hairy, they should be more beautiful than phoenix.I ask you, are you cool?You said, tickle, no more.I asked, do you need them to watch me drink you?You said, tickle, no more.Luyao and Hongtuan packed up their hair and fruits and left. You started to be ferocious, like the jade tiger of the Shang Dynasty in your waist. You also have wings in your waist and clouds on your back, just like that tiger.You smiled so unkindly, you said, death is so warm, I said, agree, stab me with your penis, I deserve to be stabbed to death by you.You just stabbed to death, every time was vicious, every time I didn't die, but it was very warm, I said, stab me to death, since death is so warm.You stripped me of all my clothes, and then let me put on my airy soft brocade boots, my fine-gold corset, and my fine-gold panties, you say, put a little bit on my flesh. , more want to stab me to death.After I've died so many times, I'm happy, so I rejoice.

I like Chang'an City, how big things become very small inside, tigers are as ordinary as cats, elephants wander like pigs, even you become very small, in my eyes, calm, serene, you Not as big as your dick.The bell rang, it was getting late, the people in the street disappeared again, and those vague faces reappeared, they sent you here, they came to take you back again, the bell rang.You go, I was stabbed like this by you, my waist is swollen, I can't get up to see you off. The white dove flies and the sun is about to slant, Taste fragrant tea in the meditation room, The evening bells send out,

The cassock is hung on the foil curtain. Come and play with me often, and leave the articles you need to do to your concubine.Everyone said that she is very good, and that your family has something to rely on in the future.It is said that she loves to think, is diligent in writing, and has written "Internal Training" and "Foreign Relatives". She often dreams that testicles and penises grow between her legs, and she spreads her legs and runs in the sun.After the first year of Xianqing, you got wind sickness, dizziness and headache after reading the article, I feel distressed when I think about it, in fact, men are cute because of their weaknesses, so don't be brave.Find some dexterous doctors, and occasionally bleed your Baihui and Naohu points, and the symptoms will be relieved.Actually, I forgot to tell you that the best way is that you often come to my Xianyi Temple, even stay for a while, fuck me more, don't think about anything, it's better than anything.What are you thinking?The country already belongs to your family. No matter how good you are, you can't compare to your father Li Shimin. No matter how bad you are, you will never lose the country in your hands. Your family's fortune is far from over.Your Mei Niang concubine and your father Li Shimin have slept with each other more than once. According to the old eunuch, both of them are very happy.You didn't get wind sick because of this awkwardness, did you?You, did you see your father Li Shimin's face when you were cheating on Mei Niang's concubine?Even smell your father Li Shimin's penis?You have to think about everything. In fact, regarding this matter, you should think that your father Li Shimin should be the one who can't think about it. You should dream that he jumped out of the cemetery to settle accounts with you.I have learned a new Yang-supplement technique, feeding my true yin directly along your horse eyes, which is more effective than feeding you medicine soup along your mouth.Don't worry about me, the last thing I need is true yin.Besides, I can also take other people's real yang and turn it into my real yin. I have mastered this technique a long time ago. I learned it when I was in the Yanzhengfang teaching workshop. The mother there taught it. I heard that she is I have lived for more than a hundred years with this technology, and when I was in my sixties, I looked like a man in my thirties. On the bed, I could still tell men to come if they couldn’t help it, and if they didn’t let them cum, they would just come. Can't come out.You need to be fatter and stronger, so you can stab me to death more times. How many times do you orgasm at most in a day?Moreover, the well-being of the country and the people depends on you.I think that when you read this, you can't tell whether what I said is true or false, and you don't know how to verify it, so I am happy.

Next time you come, I'll play the guzheng for you.In Chang'an City, no one knows that I can play the piano, at least no one has heard me play the piano.I learned the piano very early, and my talent is very good.I suddenly remembered that you said that I have no bad talent. The village where I was born should stop growing crops and specialize in girls. Smile.The day before yesterday, an old monk gave me a zither, made of bamboo with five strings.The old monk said that when he saw this zither from Emperor Wen of Han Dynasty, he thought the zither looked like me, so he sold everything he had on his body, such as agarwood, beeswax beads, golden vajra, silk cassock, I bought this guzheng to meet me.When the old monk saw me, he really had nothing on him, not even a single piece of clothing, not a single bead, holding a guzheng, white strips came in from the street.I thought, maybe it’s fake to sell everything on my body, and it’s true to want to see me naked, otherwise, where can’t I get a fig leaf for alms?The figure of the old monk is really good. At such an age, the penis is upturned and glowing red. The skin on the glans is very delicate, and the belly shows a six-pack. Nothing in vain.But the guzheng looks better, Fuxi style, paulownia wood body, golden emblem jade, round dragon pool, flat phoenix marsh, "ancient legacy" written on the dragon pool, engraved on both sides of "Yangzhitong, empty mulberry material, phoenix Ming Qiuyue, Crane Dance Yaotai'.The sound is very good, I want to play it for you.Let's play it, you are in your city, you are too cloudy, so listen to it more refreshingly.After playing, no matter what you think, you will say, it sounds better than the imperial movement, better than "Shangyuan", "Eryi", "Sancai", "Four Seasons", "Five Elements", "Six Laws", "Seven Policies", "Eight Winds", "Nine Palaces", "Ten Continents", "De Yi" and "Qing Yun" are all good.Thinking of this, I am happy.

Can I play your body like a zither?Your head is the head of the zither, and your feet are the tail of the zither. I will take your ten toes as the nails and the long hair of your green waist as the strings. The strings will be fixed on your neck and ears on the side of the head of the zither. , Zusanli, Liangqiu, Yingu, Perineum, Zhongji, Shimen, Yinjiao, Shuishui, Jianli, Juque, Jiuwei, Tiantu and other acupoints are used as sound pillars.I don't play ancient tunes, I only play my heart.I don't allow you to move, you have been completely bound by me, I only allow me to move.When I hear the breeze, I will play a song of breeze, your dick is blown up by the breeze, like bamboo leaves, bamboo branches, bamboo shoots, bamboo dew dripping out, I am listening, I lower my head, suck it, raise my eyes to see Squeeze, snort, how the wind blows you, I will suck you.Then I'll play another riff and watch the wind slowly dry your cock and make it soft.When I see the bright moon, I will play a bright moon song. The moonlight shines on your penis. It looks like ice, jade, and clouds. Water flows out. I am watching. I move my hands from the strings and rub them up and down. Keep rubbing, keep looking at you, I will rub you as Mingyue rubs you.

I hold your dick from the root, your horse eye up.I wipe your horse's eye, and pull the gossamer between your horse's eye and my fingers.I use the gossamer to hook your egg sac in circles, and your egg sac tightens, highlighting the shape of your testicles.You can't shoot yet, I'm not done yet.If I split your perineum, you won't be able to ejaculate.I rub your penis, I rub your penis in turn, I sweep your pubic hair, I shake your nipples long and short. Twelve impromptus, the last moment you ejaculated, you seemed to be struggling and didn't want to ejaculate, do you still want to hear me play one more song?really?My last fingers are drawn from the root of your penis to the groove of your glans, while turning my head to look at you.In this moment, I take off all my clothes and accessories, I want you to remember my appearance in this moment, I wear nothing, rub your face, think of nothing, fuck your eyes.You are out, the rain is falling, and the ten strings are all over, is it comfortable?You smile, I am happy.

do you know?You are weak, your weakness is like a spring flower, very charming, I am happy. After talking about so many joys, I didn't even feel a little bit upset, so I was upset, very upset. " In the study room of Wannian Palace, Tang Gaozong Li Zhi held the sapphire tiger on his waist with his right hand, and slowly read these pages of black and loose lowercase letters. Wings, with glans head and horse eyes, flew out of the crotch, flew out of sight in an instant, and flew out of Daming Palace.