King of Black Mist

Yang Qinglan didn't speak. She put her hands on Li Changzhou's shoulders and her face was so close that she seemed to be leaning lightly on his chest.

Li Changzhou smelled the fragrance of her hair and his whole body trembled.

Yang Qinglan's originally slim and well-proportioned figure became astonishingly petite in his arms, as if she was holding a baby bird in her hands, warm and cautious.

He took a deep breath and tried to hold her tighter with a little more force.

"What's the matter with you?" Yang Qinglan suddenly said.

"Huh?" Li Changzhou immediately let go of the strength he had accumulated in his hands and denied it to the end, "I didn't use any strength, really."

"Um, I -" Li Changzhou also realized his state.

He couldn't think of anything to say, so he had to confess, "I haven't interacted with it since I met you. It may be a bit energetic."

"What are you thinking about now?" Yang Qinglan's voice didn't sound angry, but rather curious.

"Would you like to hug me a little tighter?"

Yang Qinglan was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "Is this a virgin?"

"Yes." Li Changzhou also smiled and took the opportunity to hug him a little tighter. Both of them were slightly warmed by the amazing warmth.

Yang Qinglan seemed to make a slight nasal sound.

She had buried her face in Li Changzhou's chest, but this time, her voice tickled directly into his heart.

"Forget it!" Li Changzhou gave up.

He gritted his teeth and let go of her. If he continued like this, even if he was just sticking to her, the consequences would be disastrous.

How sad, virgin!

Only then did Yang Qinglan realize what she had just done and said out of shyness.

She didn't dare to look down at all. She turned away and felt the wind blowing over her, making her face feel cold.

Li Changzhou quickly turned his back and pretended to appreciate the peony.

After a while, Yang Qinglan brushed her wind-blown hair and straightened her mood.

"Let's go."

"You go first."

When he said this, Yang Qinglan's eyes subconsciously averted her eyes, and she could only see his back.

She flipped her long hair again, but this time the wind didn't have time to mess it up.

"How long will it take?" She couldn't help laughing.

"I guess it will take a long time." Li Changzhou slowly began to feel calmer.

As long as you face your desires honestly, there is nothing to be ashamed of, he tried his best to convince himself.

Yang Qinglan laughed a few times and was about to leave when Li Changzhou suddenly called her.

"Qinglan!" He didn't dare to turn around, but turned his head slightly, "Are we dating now?"

"Dating? Why?" Yang Qinglan was puzzled.

"Nothing like this?"

"What does this look like?" Yang Qinglan asked.

"䱱——"

Seeing him looking like he had been abandoned after being toyed with, Yang Qinglan smiled again.

She couldn't help but look at him. He looked slender and slim, but when he leaned up just now, his shoulders were so broad and his chest was so broad.

"When I have the confidence to be with you, I will definitely not be jealous of you and my sister. I will be with you."

"Why? Qian Xia and I have nothing to do with each other." Li Changzhou was puzzled.

"It's just because it's nothing that I need time." Yang Qinglan said, "It's obviously nothing, but I will still be jealous - I mean the future. Now we are not together. If you dote on her, I will only think that you are a good person." elder brother."

"Then how are you sure that you will be jealous after we get together?" Li Changzhou asked.

"Because I'm a woman."

"No, you are a fairy."

Yang Qinglan chuckled: "Well, you are also a handsome guy."

"You're not swearing, are you?" Li Changzhou remembered that Yang Qinglan never cursed, so he always praised others when he cursed.

"Yes and no." Yang Qinglan smiled, paused, and asked, "Are you still not feeling well?"

".without."

"Then I won't wait for you."

"It's you who's causing trouble here!"

"So I'm in the way?" Yang Qinglan pretended to be thoughtful.

"No, I'm sorry, it was me who had evil thoughts towards you." Li Changzhou apologized.

Yang Qinglan hummed with satisfaction: "Bye~"

"Bye-Bye."

Yang Qinglan, who was about to leave, suddenly smiled and said, "If Qian Xia accuses you of excessive indulgence in the future, I can bear witness for you."

"Ms. Yang, there is a stake, and the probative effect of the testimony will be weakened. You——"

Before he finished speaking, Li Changzhou, who was too calm, was "thrown" into the peonies by Yang Qinglan.

Yang Qinglan walked lightly on the hand-chaosou corridor.

She couldn't help but reach out and touch every pillar on the verandah, like playing the strings of a piano.

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By the time Li Changzhou, who had cleaned off the peonies, flower branches and leaves from his body, walked into the palace-style living room in the backyard, Yang Qinglan had returned to her usual self. From a girl who could say, "She can also dance," she turned into a snowy girl. The lotus-like Gushe fairy.

The two looked at each other, expressionless.

After looking at each other, Li Changzhou realized that everyone was playing mahjong.

Those concubines, as well as Chunhuang and Li Qianxia - the two of them sat at the same table as the second concubine and the fourth concubine Gusu.

"Qianxia, ​​in Songcheng, it's not called 'playing mahjong', it's called 'playing mahjong,'" Chunhuang said to Li Qianxia while playing. "In the 1950s, there was still a children's song like this in the alleys, 'To wash rice and cook the night meal,' After dinner is done, turn on the light, take out the mahjong... play mahjong, come and show your face."

Because the future cannot be revealed, the 1950s, deliberately vague, refers to the 1950s, which is the next 20 years.

"Oh." Li Qianxia nodded.

As a beginner, just dealing with cards requires full concentration.

"Playing mahjong is not just playing mahjong," Chunhuang added. "There are four people on a mahjong table. Anyone with a little experience can tell whether he or she is qualified to sit on this mahjong table without talking or even asking." Taiwan, for example, the two people we play with, they are not worthy."

"Why is it not worthy?" Li Qianxia hesitated where to put the second tube and asked subconsciously.

"Do you think they are worthy?" Chunhuang asked.

"Hmm -" Li Qianxia understood, but didn't want to say whether he was worthy or not.

She was born in the countryside, lived in poverty, and was at the bottom of the class. She naturally hated classifying people into three, six, or nine grades, even if she was at the top.

Chunhuang is the complete opposite. She was born into a wealthy family. She divided people into three, six or nine classes since she was a child and regarded everyone as inferior.

"Sister Chunhuang," Li Qianxia changed the subject, "Can you tell me about the meditation method?"

Chunhuang played mahjong with jade as the back and ivory as the face. He looked at Li Qianxia and smiled meaningfully.

"Okay." Just when Li Qianxia thought she disagreed, she agreed.

"What's your use of "Thunder Picture"!" Chunhuang finished touching it and pushed out an eight-cylinder card with the mahjong in his hand. "It's too superficial."

"Yeah." Li Qianxia nodded.

"I have also studied "Thunder Picture", and it is pretty good. In terms of game evaluation, it is probably a B grade."

"B-level?" Li Qianxia drew a card and played it hesitantly, "Sister Chunhuang, what level is your "Soaring in the Clouds"?"

"A." Chunhuang said, "The lowest level of the concept method is C level. There is only one level to develop potential, B level is two levels, A level is three levels, and S level is more than three levels anyway."

It seems that potential cannot be developed casually, Li Changzhou thought.

"Is the more advanced the better?"

"Theoretically."

"Theory? What about practice?"

"Practically speaking, what suits you is the best." Chunhuang said with a slow smile.

Li Qianxia nodded, remembering the night when her brother carried her on his back, and he also told her, don't just ask for the best, the life that suits you is the best.

"How is it suitable for me?" she asked.

“First, see if you can learn it—if you can’t learn it, everything will be in vain;

"Secondly, can the potential support the consumption of visualization methods? For some waste materials, C-level and B-level visualizations are okay, but A-level can kill them in one go. Look at my sister's white hair, she is learning A-level Although the sequelae left behind were due to a small accident;

"Finally, can you get it - for example, the three of you can only get "Thunder Picture", then you can only learn "Thunder Picture"."

"What about fighting methods?" Li Qianxia asked again.

"After all, visualization is something babies learn, and combat methods can only be considered as different tricks. Everyone is basically the same. There is nothing in C-level, which is what you are playing now; there is one in B-level, which can substantively transform visualization, such as Say I release the mist. Grade A, depending on different concepts, the effect will be different."

"What about S-level?" Li Qianxia asked.

Chunhuang smiled and looked at Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan who were thoughtful.

"This is the ambush of the Vulcan Hall Master. If you perform well, we will be satisfied with each other and we can cooperate to win the S-level concept," she said.

"Do you have a channel to obtain S-level concepts?" Yang Qinglan asked.

"Of course." Chunhuang nodded. She didn't play any cards when it was her turn in mahjong. The other two didn't dare to rush, but Li Qianxia's mind was not on the cards for a long time.

"Do you know about steamer tickets?" she asked.

"I know." Yang Qinglan replied.

"It seems that your evaluation at the first stage was not low." Chunhuang said, "After this cooperation is over, if we can both satisfy each other, I will go to Mingcheng to find you."

Chunhuang stopped talking about ideas and concentrated on playing mahjong.

Of course, she is still educating Li Qianxia:

"Qian Xia, in this era, the mahjong table is actually the best time for women to show off their diamond rings. Look at you, you don't even have a diamond ring, you will definitely be laughed at by the ladies."

"I'm not married, where did I get the diamond ring?"

"It's better not to get married, but what's the benefit of getting married? Once you get married, regardless of whether you're a man or a woman, you'll have a slave carved on your head."

Yang Qinglan, who was planning to get married, couldn't help but objected:

"Qian Xia, every strength has a corresponding weakness, and every weakness has a corresponding strength. Those who only see weaknesses are destined to be losers in life."

"Loser? Didn't I see the power of being single?" Chunhuang counterattacked like an echo in the valley.

"You see it, but you don't see the power of marriage."

"Has anyone told you that you are hated by others?" Chunhuang was extremely repulsive to women as beautiful as himself - he had never met such a person before, and had never even imagined that there would be such a person.

At this time, she didn't even bother to reason or argue, but directly attacked her.

"No, everyone has liked me since I was a child." Yang Qinglan's voice was calm.

"Haha." In 1928, Chunhuang responded with the same cynicism 100 years later, with a tone equally full of good-looking confidence and indifference.