Wu cries hidden poplar flowers, and the king is drunk and stays at the concubine's house.

Li Shixian's poem is very vague, but in general it still means the same - a man gets drunk and then stays in a woman's house.

A beautiful woman, a drunk man who is eight years old. Stay in a room in the middle of the night, and think about what to expect with your heels.

Yan Murong felt that he was different from Li Bai, he did not stay in Teng Xiangling's house, but just stayed in her bed.

Feeling the fiery and delicate body of the beautiful woman in his arms, Yan Murong was a little proud - this time he persevered for ten minutes, which was worthy of pride.

"You're my woman." Yan Murong hugged Teng Xiang's soft and boneless plump body and whispered in her ear.

Yes, I'm his woman. Teng Xiangling moved his somewhat tired body slightly, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

"You have a wife." Teng Xiangling thought about it for a long time before he came up with such a sentence to perfunctory.

"Didn't you say it's okay to be a junior?" Yan Murong asked cheekily.

Men are like that, eating from the bowl, looking at the basin, thinking about the pot.

People are just polite, and he takes it seriously-no, Yan Murong also knows that he and Su Qingwu are on the same page in this life, and if he wants to divorce, he will not be able to do so, and his family will not allow him to do this.

"You're going to do this to me?" Teng Xiangling asked. Even if she says that she is only a lover, she may not think so in her heart.

What woman wouldn't want to have full love? What woman wants to share a man with another woman?

Yan Murong is not the emperor, and she is not a concubine in the harem.

"I'm kidding." Yan Murong heard the indifference, grievance, and a little unwillingness in Teng Xiangling's words, and hurriedly said. "I'd love to marry you - the problem is, I'm already married."

"Men are like that." Teng Xiangling leaned into Yan Murong's arms, and she found that she was a little dependent on Yan Murong.

"I'm not." Yan Murong said defensively. "I'm a very responsible person, and although I can't marry you, you're my woman after all—let's just say I don't have a name, as long as you know."

Hearing Yan Murong's words, Teng Xiangling felt a little better in his heart - it doesn't matter if he is famous or not, the important thing is that Yan Murong just admits it.

"Are you going to tell her about our relationship?" Teng Xiangling asked tentatively. She didn't expect anything else, she just wanted to hear Yan Murong's answer.

"I'll tell her when I go back to Yanjing."

Teng Xiangling didn't speak, but there was a steady breathing sound in the darkness - she fell asleep.

Go to bed early and get up early to be in good health, and the world envy me for being happy.

After sleeping with Teng Xiangling in his arms all night, Yan Murong felt unprecedented stability, and suddenly remembered these two verses that I don't know who wrote them to urge them back.

"Hmm."

The beautiful woman in her arms was touched by Yan Murong's movements, and a burst of murmur came out of her mouth, and Yan Murong suddenly felt that the little Murong under her was standing tall again.

"Something that doesn't get angry." Yan Murong looked down and said to himself. "I just ate meat last night, and I want to open meat again in the morning."

"What did you say?" Teng Xiangling asked in a daze, looking sideways at Yan Murong with sleepy-eyed eyes. "Let's get some more sleep."

Yan Murong smiled bitterly - he wanted to sleep, but he had to sleep.

Grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table and looked at it, it was just past six o'clock, and he just woke up because of the biological clock.

Now it's not in the mountains, and the old man won't take a rattan to wake him up, so simply, Yan Murong got into the quilt again, and his hands were not honest, and he began to swim around Teng Xiangling's back and chest.

This kind of thing, after a little personal experience, will never forget, and it will also be addictive.

"Don't make a fuss." Teng Xiangling didn't open her eyes, took away Yan Murong's strange hand on her chest, protected the two plumps on her chest with one hand, and continued to sleep.

Otherwise, men are cheap, they are born with this kind of cheapness in their bones, the more you don't let him do anything, he will do it.

Following the gap between his arm and chest, one of Yan Murong's hands climbed up to Teng Xiangling's chest again, pinching left and right, and then he felt the two small stones on the mountain peak standing quietly.

"Shall we do a morning exercise?" Yan Murong whispered in Teng Xiangling's ear.

"Don't make a fuss, I'm going to sleep." Teng Xiangling slapped Yan Murong's hand away again and said.

"I didn't make a fuss - you were hard."

"Fart." Teng Xiangling turned around and said angrily. "If you don't tease me, can I react?"

Yan Murong doesn't care who teases anyone. Seeing that Teng Xiangling got up, he pulled her over, and regardless of whether he agreed or not, he started his so-called morning exercise-

"Uncle Chen, it's up to you this time." Liang Zhengtao looked at Chen Hanqing, who was sitting across from his desk, and frowned.

"What's going on now?" Chen Hanqing asked in a deep voice.

"From 7 to 9 o'clock last night, two more patients were diagnosed." Liang Zhengtao said. "Now the village has been quarantined, and prima facie it seems that it was caused by some kind of infectious disease."

"Still not sure?"

"I can't." Liang Zhengtao said. "Since the day before yesterday, counting the two patients yesterday, there were seven in total, and at first it was just diarrhea, vomiting, and they thought it was something they ate and they didn't take it seriously - but every few hours, the body began to lose strength, and then blood spots were found in some parts of the body, and then it began to fester."

"Quarantined?" Chen Hanqing asked.

"Isolated." Liang Zhengtao said worriedly. "It's just that the medical conditions there are limited, and all we can do now is observe - I'll wait until you get there."

"Who else but me?"

"It has been preliminarily decided that you will be the leader of this expert group, as well as Vice President Tang Mingdong of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and Professor Kang Hui of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Union Hospital-in addition, let Yan Murong also go."

"It's all Chinese medicine?" Chen Hanqing asked suspiciously.

"No, there are still three Western doctors, but they haven't arrived yet, and they will probably arrive in the evening."

"Okay, so when are we leaving?"

"I'll leave early tomorrow morning."

"What?" Chen Hanqing was stunned for a moment and asked. "What about the TCM seminar?"

"There's still time." Liang Zhengtao smiled bitterly. "I didn't think it was a big deal, but now it seems that it's really not a small thing."

"Okay, I'll call Yan Murong first, he is now in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and he said that he will come back tonight."