Although the Ding'an Hou Mansion does not have the Xuankuo from the Eldest Princess's Mansion, it can go up and down, and there are hundreds of houses in the main courtyard and across the courtyards, and Qin Yan knows where Yingluo lives.

He didn't notice this problem until he left the mansion, and hurriedly turned back, summoning Xiaoyue, who made Xiaoyue sniff the dark robe he was wearing when he went out today, and the robe was contaminated with Yingluo's breath, so he took Xiaoyue to Ding'an's Hou Mansion together.

Xiaoyue has been living in the crowd with Qin Yan all these years, but the mansion of the high-ranking family is also familiar, although it will not climb over the wall and trees, but it has its own way to pass through the wall and through the courtyard, but it is the most ferocious wolf, but it is driven by the unscrupulous master who steals incense and jade as a hunting dog, and it took a lot of effort to sneak into a plantain bush behind the Qiushui Courtyard.

Seeing Xiaoyue wandering around under the back window of the West Chamber, Qin Yan understood it in his heart, beckoned Xiaoyue to hide it, and then entered through the window. When he entered the house, he saw a maid lying on the small lacquer bed in the blue gauze cabinet in the bright room, and he flashed over and knocked on the back of the girl's neck, and Qin Yan turned around and walked to the inner room.

There was a curtain of colorful dripping agate beads hanging on the door frame of the dark room in the bright room, Qin Yan lifted the agate curtain, and the water droplets collided, inevitably making a crisp and pleasant, like the impact of musical notes.

The voice was unusually crisp in the quiet night, Qin Yan listened to the voice for no reason, he was a little guilty, his footsteps paused, his heartbeat seemed to be disturbed by this sound, I don't know if it was because of his weakness or nervousness, his expression also tensed.

He took a deep breath and then stepped into the house, now the capital is quite cold at night, a charcoal basin has been added to the inner room, a warm fragrance comes to the face, with a warm fragrance, the fragrance floats in the night, and the mood also floats.

Qin Yan was not in a hurry to move, he stood still, and looked around.

But seeing that this inner room is not very large, the east wall is leaning against the large wardrobe of carved lacquered entwined flowers, insects and birds with four doors, and next to it is a three-legged pear blossom wood carved hibiscus flower shelf, on which is placed a pot of plain orchids with branches and leaves. By the window is a low couch, on which are laid with antique double butterfly moire cushions, and several large soft pillows with exquisite embroidery and colorful colors are placed.

On the table next to the low couch is an incense burner of white jade carved beasts, and some lily fragrance wafts out. There are no flowers in the two beauty neck vases, but two thin branches, and red leaves hang between the branches, which is not interesting.

There is a picture of a lady hanging on the wall behind the case, and the beauty in the picture is holding a fan and looking back, and the person is more delicate than the flower. There are some small ornaments scattered on the Baibao Pavilion in the west, exquisite and lovely white jade rabbit carving, brush wash of root carving, a pair of exquisite ceramic dolls, and so on. Over there is the dresser, on which are some rouge boxes, jewelry boxes, and a few plum hairpins scattered on the dressing table.

In the middle of the room was a square table, which was covered with a tablecloth of gauze embroidered white butterflies, hanging down all around, and the lifelike butterflies embroidered on it seemed to be spiritualized in the moonlight through the window, and could fly away in a blink of an eye. The two drum stools under the table are also padded with plush soft cushions.

Then there is the very eye-catching Nanmu hanging flower pillar type stepping bed, layers of blue lotus-colored curtains hanging, the sheep's horn lamp placed in the bed porch exudes a dim yellow light, the tent curtain light gauze shines translucently, the light gauze as thin as cicada wings floats, and the delicate figure of the hibiscus lying horizontally in the splendid group can be faintly seen.

This is the woman's boudoir, which is really too different from the bedroom where he lies and is full of rigidity and spaciousness, and every place here reveals the woman's softness and delicateness, delicate and delicate. When people are in it, it is like falling into a charming and boundless spring dream, and the whole person is a little trance-like.

Qin Yan only felt that every part of this room was very comfortable and warm, making people relax physically and mentally, compared with this house, his cold room was simply not a place for people to stay, if there was such a place to accept him every day when he returned home, there was such a lovely person waiting for him, what would it be like......

This thought made Qin Yan's blood surge in an instant, his face was soft, and a smile appeared on his lips.

When he was in Suizhou, he also went to Yingluo's boudoir once, but that time he didn't observe it carefully, and he didn't have such a ridiculous and strange thought, let alone feel like now.

He didn't know what was wrong with him this time, so he closed his eyes, and then he walked lightly and approached the stepping bed, and lifted the veil.

Two layers of veils were hung in the shelf bed, Qin Yan picked up the light yarn on the periphery, and the light of the sheep's horn lamp poured out, and the light shone on the gauze tent embroidered with white magnolia flowers in Qinglian, and the figure lying peacefully inside was clearly visible.

On the hanger placed at the head of the bed hung a brocade gown, an embroidered middle coat, a long skirt with a long skirt, a tunic inlaid with a jade waist seal, and on the spring stool next to the hanger, there was even a set of messy white silk obscene clothes.

Does she sleep without wearing dirty clothes?

Qin Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he gasped sharply before he suddenly withdrew his sticky gaze from the obscene clothes.

When his eyes fell, he saw a pair of small and delicate goose yellow silk embroidered shoes embroidered with dark and light red peach blossoms scattered on the feet in front of the bed.

He never knew that women's shoes could be so delicate and small, soft and fragrant, the small shoes in the palm of the palm were not much bigger than his palm, Qin Yan stroked the exquisite peach blossoms embroidered on the goose yellow silk, and couldn't help but see a piece of foot exposed under her skirt that he saw in Yingluo's boudoir last time.

The fair, slender instep looks like it glows, five pearl-like toes, and a pink glossy finger cover......

He was in a trance, and felt that he was a big man, and it was really unseemly to grab the embroidered shoes of other girls, and it was too unseemly, so he hurriedly put the embroidered shoes in his hand and the other one on the ground in one place, and put them neatly on the pedal.

Only then did he take a deep breath, and finally raised his hand to pick up the last layer of mist-like bed tents.

In the eye, I saw Yingluo facing inward, covered with a bed of rose-red peony blossoming splendid quilt, faintly visible undulating delicate curves, her long black hair was draped behind her, like black algae scattered all over the pillow, but the neck socket revealed a piece of white skin like jade.

Qin Yan stared at the delicate soft white place twice, then turned sideways and gently hung the soft gauze bed tent in his hand on the golden hook, leaned over, and couldn't help but raise his finger to brush away a few strands of hair scattered on Yingluo's cheeks, revealing a snowy face without a trace of flaws.

Perhaps because of the warmth between the bed tents, her snow cheeks were puffed with smoked puffs, with a natural flush, and the delicate lips like petals under the delicate nose of Jiao Qiong were slightly open, revealing a little rice grain white teeth, sleeping very deeply, and her mouth and nose were like orchid fragrance lingering between her breathing.

Qin Yan leaned down, only to feel that his heart moved, his eyes fell on the delicate and tender lips, and he couldn't help but remember the strange fragrance and softness of touching her lips on the street that day, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and gently touch her lips.

The tentacles are still soft and tender in memory, as if they will be rubbed and broken if they use a little more force.

Qin Yan's fingers stroked gently, and his heart was full of unprecedented pity and softness, for fear of waking her up, but he was reluctant to withdraw his fingers, and he couldn't let go of his hand after several nostalgias.

For a while, I remembered what happened during the day, and it was also in this little mouth that I spit out such heartless words that made people thunder and couldn't wait to block her mouth.

Qin Yan thought about it, his fingers were gone, and he rubbed it hard in annoyance, Yingluo, who was sleeping sweetly, felt uncomfortable, and her head shook a little, Qin Yan was startled, and suddenly came back to her senses, and before she could withdraw her fingers, who knew that Yingluo actually stretched out her little pink tongue and licked it on her lips.

This time it inevitably brushed Qin Yan's fingers, like a cluster of small flames that aroused the fire of the prairie fire, causing Qin Yan's heart to beat wildly, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

He stared at Yingluo intently, but saw that her eyes were quietly closed, and she slept quietly and peacefully.

Suddenly became bold, and the fingers pressed on Yingluo's lips squeezed in with the guidance of his mind, Qin Yan's heart trembled, Yingluo in his sleep knew nothing, but he felt the invasion of foreign objects, and he bit it, but the weak force made Qin Yan's breath suffocate. I didn't dare to let my weak willpower challenge such a seductive beauty, and I hurriedly withdrew my fingers almost as if I was burned.

Withdrawing from his fingertips, he felt lost, and his heart felt as if he had been hollowed out, Qin Yan took a deep breath, his eyes turned, and finally saw his own lost mask that was thrown by Yingluo on the pillow.

The mask he knew so well that he had worn it all year and then, and it was like his other face, lying quietly at the side of her face, less than a fist away from her cheek.

This arrangement gave him a ridiculous feeling of sleeping peacefully together, and the idea was like a tempting poison to lure him down. By the time Qin Yan's consciousness returned, his person had unconsciously lay on the outside of the bed, raising his hand to half-hug Yingluo through the brocade quilt. And her long cloudy hair was scattered between the wings of his face and nose.

A faint fragrance hit, and even if he realized that he had done something inappropriate, Qin Yan was reluctant to get up. He only felt that the self-control he had always been proud of was simply weak at this moment, or he didn't want self-control to come up at this moment.

And Yingluo seemed to be a little alarmed, tossed and turned, and quieted down again.

But when she turned over, the two of them really slept face to face, and even one of her hibiscus faces was closer to him than Fang Cai's mask, and there were only two fingers between the two.

Close breathing staggered, under the dim light he could count her curled eyelashes clearly, Qin Yan breathed lightly, frightened to wake up the sleeping woman, although he knew that his behavior was not gentlemanly, but he still wanted to look at her like this, and stay in this splendid tent for a while.

He stared at her delicate face inch by inch, and bent his fingers with the back of his little thumb to gently caress the cinnabar tear mole at the corner of her eye.

People say that people who have this tear mole have a flowing life and a fluttering flop for half a lifetime, and the so-called lone star is fateful. He is also known as the Heavenly Evil Lone Star, Qin Yan bent his fingers and stroked the tear mole, but felt that the two were really a natural pair. Even this ridiculous and unfounded proposition is the same, it is really a match made in heaven.

Yingluo's tear mole grew at the corner of her eye, covered by curled eyelashes, Qin Yan stroked it like this, and inevitably touched her eyelashes, she was finally alarmed, and her eyelashes trembled uncomfortably.

Her appearance of wanting to wake up made Qin Yan startled, and her whole body stiffened, like a thief who was afraid of being discovered, but this thief stole the girl's incense and stole the beauty.

And Yingluo's eyelashes flickered, but she really opened her eyes, Qin Yan had always known that her eyes were born well, and the corners of her eyes were born with a bright color, when she was angry, she was like the stars in the sky, when she was quiet, she was as beautiful as water, and when she was in tears, she was even more soft and lovely, and she could break people's hearts.

But he knew at this moment that her eyes could be more intoxicating when she seemed to be awake, and those eyes were like a cage of mist, containing light.

His heart trembled, and he fixed his eyes, and suddenly, those weak hearts and panics were far away, and he actually calmed down.

Breaking into the boudoir at night, stealing incense and stealing jade, he has done such things as left and right, and what is there to hide and dodge.

He longs for this woman, and he is not afraid of being known by her!

As he thought, the corners of his lips pulled up a gentle smile, but Yingluo stared at him with misty eyes, but suddenly raised his hand and slapped him on the smiling face that he thought was handsome, and muttered between the opening and closing of his lips.

"There's more to come."

As soon as she spoke, she lowered her hand and turned over, but she threw herself into the pillow again and did not move.

The palm she slapped in a daze naturally didn't have much strength, and it wouldn't hurt if it hit her face, but it made Qin Yan's smile freeze on her face, and her eyes widened in amazement, staring at the back of Yingluo's head for half a while.

Immediately, he suddenly realized that this girl had not woken up at all, and she was a little funny for a while, and she laughed irrepressibly, and when she smiled, she turned her eyes and gasped.

But it was Yingluo who turned over, and the brocade covering her body slipped off a little, revealing a small half of her body, and what was dazzling was that she slept without profane clothes and was naked.

The whole graceful back was exposed under his nose without warning.

And Yingluo was really tired from the sunrise mansion, and after falling asleep, he was woken up by Qin Yan's mask, and when he fell asleep again, it was much heavier than usual, so a person who was extremely alert on weekdays didn't notice Qin Yan's arrival at all.

was caressed by his eyelids, this can be regarded as being alarmed, she opened her eyes and saw Qin Yan's handsome face in a daze, because of the absurd dream in front of her, she thought that she had dreamed of Qin Yan again, and said in her heart This person is really forgiving, how can it be an endless dream.

That's why she slapped her face, and when she turned over and was about to fall asleep again, she suddenly realized that something was wrong, and how she seemed to hear a low laugh.

And, the feeling of slapping out just now......

Not a dream!

Yingluo suddenly opened her eyes, suddenly turned over and sat up, stared at the side of the bed with wide eyes, and was shocked to find that there was indeed a tall figure lying next to the bed, and the handsome face she had seen in her dreams soon was staring at her with blazing eyes in her place, and the deep eyes precipitated a frightening richness in the night.

Yingluo was stunned for a moment, and stared at Qin Yan in a daze, she really couldn't react, how could she sleep in her own house, and there was an extra big man by her side.

And Yingluo sat up, Qin Yan saw that she was still wearing a belly pocket, with thin shoulder straps hanging around her neck, and the colorful butterflies embroidered on the belly pocket were lifelike, fluttering their wings and ready to fly, making people want to transform into that butterfly.

Yingluo was stunned for a while, looked down along Qin Yan's line of sight, and suddenly the whole person was not good, she was not an ancient woman after all, her first reaction was not to grab the brocade quilt to cover herself, but to grab a small coat thrown on the bed and pull it out to Qin Yan's face, and scolded in shock: "Bastard!" Shameless! ”

Xiaoyi pulled over, but was grabbed by Qin Yan, and then he rolled over from the side of the bed like a tiger, stretched out his arms and trapped Yingluo's body, and pressed down. Immediately, he pressed Yingluo on the bed, raised his hand and covered Yingluo's mouth, and his voice sounded hoarsely, "Good, don't be so loud." ”

His voice was low and deep, Yingluo was not a boudoir girl who knew nothing, and she immediately sensed that something was wrong with the man.

She almost vomited blood in anger, this man was simply hateful, he rudely pressed her against the wall during the day, shook her hands and walked away without saying a word, and then he came over endlessly at night, and dared to think like that to her.

What King Jing's son, General Yingyang, what a bullshit second-grade general of the imperial court, is comparable to a flower thief who steals incense and jade!

And what is his tone of voice? It's comparable to a veteran in the love field! Who will sue her, how did this man like an ice sculpture become like this.

Shrewd? Good girl!

Yingluo struggled, and was about to scold angrily, but Qin Yan clenched, lowered his head, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm ...... It won't hurt you, but if you keep rubbing around like this, it's hard to say. Or do you want to hear it from everyone outside? I don't mind anyway. ”

Yingluo was really about to vomit blood now, she really wanted to wonder if the man in front of her was a scoundrel or not, whether Qin Yan still had a twin brother.

But the warning in the man's words was very heavy, at this moment he was like a tiger and leopard who would pounce down and swallow her at any time, Yingluo really shouldn't have struggled.

She couldn't open her mouth, she could only look at Qin Yan's hand on her lips with her eyes, and motioned for him to let go of her, Qin Yan was refreshed, and when she saw that she was calm and sober, she let go slightly, who knew that he had just tentatively loosened his strength here, and Yingluo's mouth bit his hand as soon as it was free.

She was angry in her heart, and her strength was great, and she continued to increase the strength of her teeth as soon as she bit it, and he only instinctively tightened his muscles when she bit it, and immediately relaxed his hand muscles, lest he would break her teeth, and he even moved his wrist to turn an angle that made her mouth better.

She bit mercilessly like that, and it didn't take long for her to bite out blood, and the pain of this bite was even more abrasive than a knife.

Qin Yan didn't move, feeling this kind of delicate and long pain from between her lips and teeth, and felt strangely sweet in her heart.

He felt that he must be sick, a disease that would become abnormal as soon as he met the woman in front of him, and this disease seemed to have a tendency to become more and more severe. The terrible thing is that he knows that he has a disease, but he doesn't want to treat it at all.

It's obviously sweet.

Yingluo tasted the fishy sweetness of blood in her mouth, so she let go of her teeth, glared at Qin Yan, and said angrily: "Qin Shizi, if I am not dreaming, this should be my boudoir, is it normal for you to appear here?" ”

Qin Yan raised his lips and smiled, and actually replied to the question: "Dreaming? Have you dreamed of me? ”

Yingluo felt that Qin Yan was really wrong tonight, as if she had changed someone, she was simply unprecedentedly cheeky, but she really dreamed of him just now, and she opened her mouth and couldn't refute it, but her face turned slightly red.

Qin Yan's dark eyes flashed with a smile as if a star had fallen.

His appropriately shaded sword eyebrows couldn't help but be lightly raised, and said, "I guessed it?" Did you really dream of me? ”

Yingluo gritted her teeth, sneered, and snorted lightly: "Yes, I dreamed of it, I dreamed it just now, in the dream, I stabbed out with a sword, leaving a big blood hole on someone's body, not to mention how happy it is." ”

Qin Yan wouldn't believe her words, but he was chuckled by her gritted teeth—

Off topic -

Should this chapter call Grandma Liu into the Grand View Garden, and it is really strange that Qin Ye entered the Luoluo boudoir