"It's here. And the adults rested in this side hall. drank wine at the banquet, and bothered the princess to take care of one or two. Feng Ying gently pushed the door open for her and retreated.

He's drunk too? She stepped into the room with her little face calm, and the clarity in her eyes was gradually steamed out by the smell of wine.

The brain is dull and thinks, why don't you leave someone to call her? She is not familiar with this palace, where is she going to fetch water to wipe his face?

She didn't see anyone at a glance, she looked around, only to feel that the furnishings in this hall were very elegant, and there were pleasing peach blossoms in the porcelain vase on the bookcase. Walking towards the half-rolled beaded curtain, she lifted the curtain high, and saw the long figure in the inner room, leaning on the couch. The ribbon around his waist poured down, and when the wind blew, Miao Miao rolled up the ears.

She opened her eyes and found that the man was asleep. So he tiptoed over and closed the half-open window, saw him rest so casually, and muttered, "I'm not afraid of catching a cold." ”

She came to the couch, bowed slightly, and leaned over to look at him. Seeing that his face was calm, she unfolded the futon and gently put it on his body. He simply lifted a small stool, sat down nearby, put his hands on his laps, and held his chin to look at him quietly.

He was a vigilant man, and when she put the quilt on him, he was already aware of it. Smelling the familiar aroma on her body, I knew she had arrived. The forehead on both sides throbbed, and he didn't bother to open his eyes, but only raised his hand to press it a few times to ease the situation.

Today, he was very drunk at the banquet, and the ministers took advantage of his resignation to drink wine. Originally, he planned to exit the door to find her when the banquet was in full swing. However, as soon as he took a few steps, he felt top-heavy, and he had no choice but to order Feng Ying to pick up people.

"Why are you so drunk? Now I know it's uncomfortable. A small soft hand slapped his palm away with a snap. He blamed him for not leaving a proper person by his side, and if he fell ill, she should feel sorry for him.

"Hmm." A low moan escaped his throat, and his brows furled. was rubbed comfortably by her, and the person turned his hand to cover her little hand, and then slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes are like paint, and in the night, there is a soul-stirring light. After lying down for a while, the person was clear. I saw that her face was slightly coquettish, her eyes were watery, and her tail note was mumbling, sweet and glutinous.

What does this look like...... There was a glint in his eyes.

"Do you still know people?" Catching her little hand, his eyes were slightly gloomy, and he didn't like her to drink outside. He remembered her drunkenness vividly.

How did he question her? was treated by him, and his little hand couldn't be pulled back. She made a little red mouth, played tricks, and fell softly on him.

"I'm not drunk." Then she remembered that this man had sternly warned her not to eat or drink behind his back.

Seeing her like this, he lay down and let her lean more comfortably. She pouted her little ass like this, and only her upper body was lying on top of him, crooked, unorthodox.

There was connivance in his eyes, thinking that she was about to be wronged today, and after all, she couldn't make up her mind to eat and drink.

He stroked the top of her hair, thinking that the hairpin on her head was in the way, and with a twist of his fingertips, he slid down, rubbing her exposed neckline, a snow-white neck. His eyes wanted to be soaked in ink, and he asked her hoarsely, "But tired?" If you are thirsty and sleepy, rest for a while and then go out of the palace. ”

After listening to her response for a long time, he turned his gaze away from the back of her porcelain-white neck, and didn't intend to meet her apricot eyes staring at her stupidly.

Knowing that she was still a little clear, he bumped into her autumn-like eyes, her breath was staggered, and the heat that had not yet dissipated after drinking turned into another fire, a little ready to move.

He frowned, caressing the corners of her eyes. The man had calloused fingers, with well-defined bones and slender and white skin. It was clearly not deliberately provoked, but it had a touch of affection.

She likes to be touched by him, rubbing her face against his palm, squinting her eyes in satisfaction, and begging him coquettishly. "Not tired. I'm happy today, and if you don't punish you for drinking, okay? ”

Such a little daughter's attitude burned his eyes. got up and hugged her and sat at the head of the bed, regretting that she was still in the palace at the moment, and the occasion was not right.

"Tell me what rejoices."

She looked at him silly and smiled, her fingertips sliding down the neckline of his round neckline, sliding back and forth, but silently.

He understood, and pinched her chin lovingly. "Heard?"

How could I not have heard of it, it has been spread all over the palace. The matter involved him, but there was a stir, and the news was like wings, and it spread quickly.

Seeing her smile like a stealing cat, she looked like a very rich fox who forgot to wipe her mouth after stealing a small whitebait. The corners of his mouth curled up in pleasure. He was so devoted to dealing with the trivial affairs of the outside world, so that she could stay with him and live happily.

After that, neither of them spoke, and she nestled in his arms, insisting on pressing his forehead again, and he let her go. The two are so close to each other, as if two hearts are also close to each other, in the quiet night, warm and affectionate.

When he relieved his drinking, she rode with him, and when he arrived at the gate of the palace, Mrs. Guan and her party were already waiting under the city wall.

The four girls were thieves and peeked at the two of them from time to time. The man's face did not change, and helped her to board the carriage, and when she was seated safely, he lowered the curtain with a "whoosh". Gu Zhen's unrelenting inquiry, and the attention that the female relatives in Beijing frequently cast at the two of them in secret, were all isolated.

There was a curtain to cover it, and the carriage was suddenly darkened. She was afraid of the dark, and drilled into his arms like a silkworm. He found a comfortable position by himself, and the soft bones generally leaned on him. His warm breath was all around, and in the slightly bumpy carriage, her mind was empty, lazy, and she didn't think about anything. It looks like he's done with everything.

After a while, the carriage went out and it rained. Suddenly, the rain became heavier, ticking on the eaves beside the road, the roof of the car clanged, the coachman stopped his horse, put on his hat, and then moved forward again.

The spring is cold, and when I go out, I just want my clothes to look good, and I feel cold at this time. As soon as she shuddered, he frowned. "Add a covercoat?"

"The clothes are not in the car, Chunying has them."

He put his arm on her shoulder, pushed her away, and untied his robe, "Put it on." ”

For fear of being fed medicine by him again, she obediently complied. Seeing that he only had a thin white Luo shirt left, she hesitated for a moment, stood up, raised her legs and straddled him, wrapped her arms around his robe, and hugged him back with her arms, wrapping him together.

"The Book of Songs" says, how can it be said that there is no clothes, and the same robe as the son...... "She buried in his shoulder socket and distorted the meaning of the scriptures to hide her bold embarrassment.

A warm current flowed through his heart, and his eyes hugging her deepened. Catching a glimpse of her white neck, he swallowed in his throat. Now that he is far away from the palace wall, and there are only two of him, the little reverie after drinking makes his heart flutter, and there is movement under him.

"Ahh

"Huh?"

She didn't know that he was bad, she only felt that he tilted his head, and his slightly cool lips brushed her ears, and his movements were extremely slow, like a dragonfly touching water, which made her panic.