In the evening, in order to welcome the king of the southwest, a small welcome banquet was held in the palace.

As Feng Yu said, the customs of southern Xinjiang are very different from those of Great Xia, and the people here are simple and enthusiastic, and whether a person is worthy of intersecting is measured by the amount of alcohol he likes. Therefore, Feng Xianji does not refuse to come, and it is a bowl as soon as he does it.

Most of the former ministers of southern Xinjiang also admired this southwest king very much, and considered him to be upright and brave, and he was a trustworthy partner. Everyone pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

Feng Yu sat on the top, holding a wine glass and smiling to welcome the send-off. Every time there is a banquet, everyone will come one by one to pay respects to the female monarch, which is the custom of southern Xinjiang, and it is also their respect for the female monarch. After a round of drinking, no matter how good Feng Yu's amount of wine is, it will inevitably bring some wine, and her cheeks are crimson.

Ju Wan brought her sobering tea, and she looked at the man in the crowd while moistening her throat. He seems to be easily liked by some straight-hearted people, both because of his achievements and because of his heroism. After drinking round after round, he was as stable as a rock, talking and laughing with a wine glass, and he was not drunk at all.

On the other hand, the people from southern Xinjiang fell down in batches and got drunk.

In the middle of the moon, seeing that everyone was almost drunk, Feng Yu ordered to disperse.

"Lord, I must ask you for a lesson in gun/method another day, I have long heard that the prince's hand-in-hand is long/spear and tiger......"

As soon as Feng Yu turned his head, he saw that Du Zijun, the commander in front of the palace, was pulling the king of the southwest with a red face, with a look of admiration and yearning, and the appearance of pulling his sleeves was very like a girl with a spring heart.

Fengyu "......"

"Definitely, definitely." The person he was pulling was sober, and even waved his hand to signal the maid to bring the sobering tea and pour it down for Du Zijun.

"What is this, don't drink!" Du Zijun scoffed at the things brought by the maid.

Feng Xianji put the teacup into his hand and said, "Come, we're done." ”

Speaking of doing it, Du Zijun immediately became energetic, picked up the teacup and touched it in front of him, and drank it cleanly with a grunt.

Feng Yu waved his hand, and the attendants on both sides half-pulled and half-supported Du Zijun to "invite" him away.

Feng Xianji breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at her, and saw that her cheeks were crimson, and her eyes were moist like autumn water, which was moving and charming. He endured the restlessness in his heart, and put his fist to his lips to hide the meaning, but his eyes glanced at her uncontrollably.

Feng Yu chuckled lightly and lowered her head to say something to the person next to her. The next moment, Ju Wan walked to Feng Xianji's side and said, "Lord Wang, it's time to rest, please come with the slave." ”

Feng Yu pursed her lips and motioned for him to follow.

Feng Xianji glared at her fiercely, as if he felt that she was puzzled.

"Lord Wang?" Ju Wan urged.

Feng Xianji said, "Lead the way ahead." ”

Feng Yu raised her eyebrows, arranged for the rest of the drunks, and turned back to the inner courtyard.

Feng Xianji's place of stay is in the east corner of the courtyard, although there are few people, but the environment is quiet and elegant. After a lively night, such a quiet environment is perfect for sleeping.

Feng Xianji inquired from the side and learned that Feng Yu lived in the West Courtyard, which happened to be in a diagonal line with where he lived. He gritted his teeth secretly, and his heart took advantage of her, so he didn't have to be so guarded, it was also embarrassing.

Feng Xianji changed his bedclothes after taking a shower, and lay on the wide and soft bed, but he didn't feel sleepy for a while. I did drink a lot tonight, and I should have drunk so much that I should have gone on a long time ago, but today I was in a good mood, and I didn't even lose the amount of alcohol.

With his hands behind his head, he lay on his back and looked at the moon outside the window, thinking about the events of the day, and there was a kind of full and satisfying happiness in his mind. He thought that even if she hung him out in such a secluded yard tonight, he still didn't plan to be angry with her.

The moonlight was dark, and the light gradually dimmed, and he closed his eyes, slowly thinking in his heart about how many patrolling guards he would have to avoid from his side to the west courtyard. He doesn't care, he is thick-skinned, but he is in her territory, and he always has to take care of her face. He closed his eyes, his heart was like a cat's paw, and suddenly his ears moved, and he heard some movement.

He listened intently, and judged from the sound of footsteps and breath that it was a woman, her steps were very light, and her breathing seemed to be somewhat restrained. In the same way, he could hear that she had no internal strength, and although her footsteps were soft, they were due to her light physique, not because she was light.

He lay where he was, wondering what was the point of someone touching his room so late? Could it be that Nanjiang is not twisted into a rope as he thought, and there are other dangers?

Thinking of this, although his body did not move, the muscles of his body had awakened, and he could face a vicious fight at any time.

"Hmm-" The sound of falling through the window.

Feng Xianji secretly sighed that this thief's hands and feet were too stupid, could his strength only attract such a person? It was so loud that he couldn't even pretend he didn't know. Feng Xianji felt a little unhappy in his heart, feeling despised by him.

"Bastard, don't come and help me yet."

He was contemptuous of the movement of the visitor in his heart, and coldly heard a familiar voice.

Feng Yu wanted to surprise him, so she bypassed the guards at the door and climbed in through the window. Unexpectedly, the corner of her skirt tripped her, and her ideal situation of being as light as a swallow falling to the ground did not happen, but she fell down.

Feng Xianji turned up suddenly, strode to the window, who else was not Fengyu? He quickly hugged the person, checked it up and down, and said, "You didn't fall anywhere, did you?" ”

"It hurts." She has always been well-maintained and rarely bumped. If it weren't for him today, she probably wouldn't have been able to do the thing of going through the window to enter the house, which is really a shame to die.

Feng Xianji hugged the person to the bed, touched it up and down, and was relieved to know that she had not been injured, and looked at her funny, "Which one are you singing?" ”

Feng Yu rubbed the sore tailbone, glanced at him, and asked without answering, "What do you say?" ”

Feng Xianji's heart was as sweet as eating honey, but he made a serious death look on his face, and said, "It's so late, the female monarch is still coming to visit, but is there something?" He still remembered the way she had just been at the table when she drove him away with a serious face.

Dead man, if the corners of his mouth could not be controlled, she would probably really believe that he was as high-sounding as his face. She reached out and pinched his chest, and said fiercely, "You, say, what! ”

This twist, Feng Yu regretted it even more. The tendons and flesh of this body are very hard everywhere, and she can't twist it at all, but her hands hurt.

He looked at her distorted face in pain, scooped her hands and put them on his ears, and said with a smile, "Oh, let's twist it in an easy place." ”

Feng Yu was annoyed and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he refused to let go.

"Hey!" There was anger on her face, and she rarely showed the appearance of a girl. It was something he hadn't seen before, and it was something she hadn't imagined herself. Her girlhood was filled with hatred, and there was no light except for the layout of revenge. Now in front of him, he can jump with anger like other women, which is also a rare experience.

He looked at her, and it was only about the time since she had bathed, and her hair was still a little wet at the ends, and her skin was white and red, so that no blemish could be seen at such a close distance. His eyes glared at him angrily, like rippling water, and the style was infinite. She was wrapped in a black cloak, which he tossed aside because the window cloak was dusty. And what she wears underneath......

Feng Xianji swallowed his saliva in hindsight, "You...... How did you come out in your pajamas? ”

It's not so much a pajama as a layer of tulle, and the light pink belly pocket inside is faintly visible. He looked impetuous, and the heat of his whole body surged up, as if the wine he had drunk half an hour ago had suddenly come up.

It's finally her home turf. Feng Yu snickered in her heart, with a cold color on her face, glanced at him, and raised her hand to pull the quilt next to her to cover it. Feng Xianji's eyes were quick, and he pressed the quilt to stop her.

"What to do? Let go. She snorted softly and swept him with the tail of her eyes.

He licked the corners of his mouth, the rigid facial contours tightened, and as he got closer, the temperature between the two gradually rose, and he slowly approached her, slammed his face in front of her, and asked word by word, "Is that what I thought?" Yu'er. ”

The tips of Feng Yu's ears were slightly red, although it was not the first time, but in the face of such a serious inquiry, her hand on the quilt couldn't help but quietly tighten. In such an ambiguous and embarrassing scene, she really wanted to twist his ears and yell "fool", but she couldn't do it directly, where did so many messy links come from.

"Huh?" His breath sprayed on her face, causing a shudder.

He was still urging her to answer, as if he was forcing her to hand herself over with her own hands. But in this situation, didn't she personally send it to the door?

Hum!

Feng Yu has never been forced to fight back, she has always liked to take the initiative and hold control firmly in her hands, even in bed. In the face of his questioning, she didn't want to answer anything, wrapped her hands around his neck, and pulled her fiercely in her direction, at this time silence is better than sound.

Their lips touched, and both of them couldn't help but shudder.

Feng Xianji's eyes were red with excitement, he only felt that even if he dreamed, he couldn't have such a beautiful dream, everything was too unexpected. Her lips were so soft that she couldn't speak, and the hand around his neck was so tender, and further down, the spring light leaked out, leading people to sin.

He put his arms around her waist and pressed her close to his chest. With soft curves and a full body, this is the scene he has been longing for for a long time.

With a big hand, the quilt that had been cold for a long time suddenly rose into the air, he turned over and covered her body, and the next moment, the wide quilt landed, covering everything in the quilt.

The clothes were thrown out one by one, scattered in a mess.

The curtain was swept off, and the bed shook rhythmically behind it.

Faint, ups and downs.

This night, Feng Yu "died" too many times. She always had the feeling that she was trapped in this square inch and could never escape again, and in a dim way she could see his lips moving, as if he was saying something. But tears and sweat wet the corners of her eyes, and she couldn't see his outline clearly when she couldn't open her eyes, and even her voice became very distant......

In the past, her experience told him that there was nothing good about it, anyway, it was just left to people to fiddle with it and it was over, and it was not unbearable or painful. But after tonight, Feng Yu decided to redefine the impression of this matter in her heart, it was too profound, and she felt her scalp tingle just thinking about it later.

The feeling of trembling all over, unable to find a foothold, like being pushed to the waves and ups and downs, strange and clear. She vaguely felt that all those previous experiences were in vain, and she was not a person at all.

On the other hand, Feng Xianji, he has a lot of concubines in his house, and he has slept a lot. But since he fell in love with Feng Yu, he couldn't be interested in looking at other women, and he always felt that he was lacking in interest and was a little bit worse. Naturally, these women couldn't climb into his bed, because he was thinking about the bright moon in the sky, where could he be satisfied with the fireflies at hand. In this way, he has been a vegetarian for nearly three years.

Thinking about him in bed in the past, it was also majestic and full of tricks. But just because he fell in love with Feng Yu, he has endured it for so long, and now when he opens the meat, can he do it without dying?

Feng Yu originally wanted to come out quietly, and then secretly go back when it was dawn, everything was silent, and no one would be alarmed. But the night was so ridiculous that she was on the verge of losing control several times, and it was difficult to go according to the original plan.

When she woke up again, it was bright and everyone in the house was moving.

"Water." She hoarsely raised her arms and lifted her body.

After Feng Xianji got up early and made a set of punches, he took a shower and changed his clothes and stayed by her side, when he heard her wake up, he quickly poured warm water for her and brought it to her mouth.

After drinking most of the glass, she finally quenched her thirst. He let himself fall back into bed, but let out a muffled grunt.

"What's wrong?" He half-knelt in front of the bed and asked with concern, "Are you not feeling well?" ”

Feng Yu glanced at him, and wanted to raise his hands or feet to teach him a lesson, but at this time, his hands couldn't lift his legs, his waist was still pantothenic, and the only thing that could serve as a warning was a pair of angry eyes.

Feng Xianji knew that he was at a loss, so he didn't dare to provoke her, so he got up and half lay down on her side, his hand went deep into the quilt, and massaged her lightly and heavily.

Although his large palm is rough, he is good at controlling the strength, which is more suitable than the gentle strength of the maid. He half-hugged her in his arms and pressed her waist and legs, not daring to think again.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed it, although she still didn't say a word, but her face finally didn't stink.

Feng Xianji saw that she had eased up, and he was greatly relieved, he was really afraid that she would be annoyed, as long as he didn't get angry, everything would be fine.

Pressing it comfortably, he reached out and took the ointment that was placed aside, unscrewed the lid and buckled it on his fingertips.

She was pressed drowsy, and she noticed that his hand had stopped, and was about to turn her head to trouble him, but she felt a cold sensation coming from her lower body.

"You—" Her eyes burned with anger when she knew what he was doing.

He bowed his head and kissed her cheeks, eyes, and lips in a delicate and intimate manner...... Gentle and flattering. All her shyness and irritation were slowly smoothed out, like a fish spitting out a bubble, and in a moment it melted into the water.

"Don't be angry, I'll never do this nonsense again." He leaned into her ear and whispered assurance.

Feng Yu glanced at him with a suspicious look in her eyes.

She is not an innocent girl anymore, and she knows that the credibility of what a man says in bed is basically zero.

"Huh." With a sneer, let's see.

Feng Xianji lowered his head and pursed his lips, his heart was too weak.

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