The copper stove burns incense, and the crane holds the candle. Feng Yun's black hair was lightly pulled, dressed as a girl, and in her narrow smile, she hid a bit of unruliness, like an undomesticated beast in the jungle, and she did not have the dignified and gentle manner seen at the banquet, and she was decent and generous......

She's not just undignified.

It's not serious.

Those eyes, as if inspecting their own territory, looked at Pei Zhen, a little provocative.

"Don't you dare?"

Pei Yan looked at her silently.

Feng Yun raised his chin, gently pursed his lips and smiled, and added gently, "Is it difficult, I'm afraid...... Your long Shi Jun, ate you? ”

Her voice is soft and melodious, crispy and soft, like falling snow, infinitely rich......

Pei Yan squinted slightly, and found that there was paper and pen on the wooden case of the warm pavilion.

The pen is a little familiar.

Lezhengzi system.

Pei Zhen's pupils were faint, like a storm.

On that rainy night, the past related to this pen came one after another......

"Isn't this Yun Niang's treasure?" Pei Wei didn't look at the pen, sat down casually, and took away the wine pot and wine cup in front of her.

"Why are you in the mood to come up with the post tonight?"

Feng Yun smiled narrowly.

"Because I'm going to punish you."

Pei Zhen looked at her, "Yun Niang drank too much?" ”

The corners of Feng Yun's mouth hooked slightly, "The king is really unemotional." This is the pleasure of the boudoir and ......"

Pei Zhen squinted his eyes, saw that there was no abnormality in her eyebrows and eyes, and said politely:

"Now that the matter has come to this, why bother yourself? Give him some more time to think about it......"

He was talking about Wen Xingsu.

These days, he didn't come to Huaxi.

did not say a word about Feng Yun's beating of Chen.

But the matter is so big, it is impossible for Wen Xingsu not to know.

He thought that Feng Yun was sad because of this, and borrowed wine to drown his sorrows.

Feng Yun didn't understand what he was talking about at all, and said with a low smile:

"How long does the king have to think? It doesn't matter, you can wait as long as you want. It's just that the antidote is not given, the owner doesn't have it, can't I still ask the west family? ”

Pei Zhen's eyebrows twisted.

Antidote?

He grabbed Feng Yun's arm.

"What are you talking about?"

Feng Yun wanted to push him away, but he didn't push, with a mocking smile, squinting his eyes.

"Is the king really confused, or is he pretending to be confused?"

With a sneer, she was extremely dissatisfied.

"It's also not afraid of people's jokes, a man who has a wife and a room, and he still relies on taking the medicine that hurts his body to restrain and suppress. Fortunately, the Puyang medical officer had a tight mouth, if one accidentally passed the word out...... What do others still don't know what to think? I'm afraid that I will say that your lady is dead, a stone, and a wood, which makes the husband unable to move. Or do you think that the husband is guarding for whom......"

Only then did Pei Yan understand what she was for.

"I don't know the hearts of good people." Pei Zhen snorted.

If he didn't take care of her, why should he wronged himself?

"Besides, when did I stop guarding myself? Yun Niang is reasonable. ”

Feng Yun smiled at him meaningfully.

She specially made a little wine to drink, just to be unreasonable and make a foreshadowing......

I drank all the wine, why should I be reasonable?

"I don't want to hear that."

She pulled away Pei Zhen's hand, and the tip of her nose made the fire in the warm pavilion roast a layer of fine sweat, indescribably soft and coquettish.

"The king has sinned against me, and he must be punished."

Pei Zhen's body was hot.

Obviously she didn't do anything, but he was thirsty, as if he had been hooked by some goblin, and the blood rushed straight to his abdomen, faintly raising his head.

Pei Yan followed her words, "How to punish it?" ”

Feng Yunnu mouthed, and said slowly: "Oh, copy a flat post...... I'll see. ”

Pei Zhen's brows sank.

"As I said, I don't understand Le Zhengzi. I don't know how to reply to the post. ”

"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you." Feng Yun seemed to be waiting for this sentence, and motioned for Pei Zhen to sit down, and she leaned on his spacious back, stretched out her hand, and held his.

Small hands can't cover big hands. Pei Zhen's eyes were a little hot in that picture, as if a coal-fired fire was rolling down his throat, and his body was hot.

He was dumbfounded, "Yun Niang, it's not early." ”

Feng Yun lowered her eyebrows and smiled lightly, "Go to bed early after writing." ”

She shook the disobedient hand dissatisfiedly, "Come, follow me." ”

Pei Yan looked sideways and looked at the girl's red face.

No one had ever spoken so presumptuously in front of him......

Be obedient and obedient.

His cold eyes narrowed slightly, and she held her hand, skimming it horizontally and vertically on the paper......

"Look, isn't that very well written?" Feng Yun dragged a soft tone, "White goat's hair, jade mantle pen tube, it's really a good pen......"

As he wrote, the tip of his pen suddenly turned......

"The King." Her eyes are bright, her nose and lips are straight, and she looks straight over, which makes people's hearts feel numb.

"With such a good pen, can you do anything else besides writing?"

Pei Yan's throat tightened.

The events of that night come to mind clearly......

The new tip of the pen sweeps over the smooth skin.

Knead and roll......

However, at that time she was in a toxic attack, delirious, and completely unaware...... What did he do with a pen.

Pei Yan coughed lightly, serious.

"What can a pen do besides writing?"

Feng Yun said: "Paint." Stupid. ”

Pei Zhen's heart beat violently, his face was not obvious, he nodded, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yun's pen was stunned, and his eyes looked suddenly and slyly.

“…… Writing and drawing, ordinary pens can also be used, why is the pen of Le Masako so famous? There must be other wonderful uses for this......"

Pei Zhen's eyes sank, and said: "Yun Niang said that Le Zhengzi's pen is soft and strong, and it is durable. ”

"That's right." Feng Yun chuckled, and the tip of the pen gently rolled on the paper, "When it should be soft, it is soft, and when it should be strong, it will be strong, comparable to the king...... Much more obedient. ”

"Yun Niang......"

By this time, Pei Yan no longer had any luck.

"Do you remember all the events of that night?"

"What do you remember?" Feng Yun looked confused.

Pei Zhen's throat portrait is stuck.

After that night, when she woke up the next day, she had no memory, no account, and no possibility of knowing the secret of the pen......

Pei Yan lowered his eyes, "Write seriously." ”

"What a good student." Feng Yun glanced at him, "If you are willing to admit your mistake to me sincerely, I may be able to show mercy to my subordinates." ”

Pei: ......

She asked, "Won't you?" ”

"It's me who is not good." Pei Yan slowly shook her hand and said coldly: "Yun Niang is right, I really didn't expect this layer and ignored your feelings." ”

Really convinced?

That's why the sun will come out in the west.

Feng Yun never thought that Pei Zhen would also be so easy to bully......

She smiled in her eyes, glanced at him scrutinically, her gaze fell, and the pen turned sharply again, drawing a long ink trail on the paper, and then let go.

"It's okay not to write a reply, just write something else."

Because the calm reply post is her elegance with Xiao Cheng, Pei Yi is resistant in her heart, and she doesn't want to mess with it.

As long as it's not it, what's the matter?

"Okay." He replied simply.

Feng Yun smiled slowly as if he had seen through his thoughts, took out a booklet from under the cushion, and placed one of the pages in front of him.

"Write it that way."

Pei Yan looked fixedly, and his arms tightened slightly.

"Yun Niang has a rich collection of books."

"False praise." Feng Yun raised her chin as if she couldn't see his expression, "Write." ”

It was an indecent pamphlet.

The miscellaneous poems above are not very serious.

Pei Zhen's hands can't write such explicit sentences.

Feng Yun knew what kind of person he was, which was even more interesting.

"What are the king's concerns?"

Ask while knowing the answer!

Pei Yan groaned, put down his pen, leaned over, propped his hands on her sides, and stared at her eyes without blinking.

"Isn't it a joke that I'm writing this? Change one. ”

"Hmm. It is indeed out of place to write some glamorous poems and waves......"

Feng Yun said lightly, nodded, and said very considerately:

"If you don't write it, the king will read it to me."

"Yun Niang......" Pei Qiang had a headache.

It's clear that I don't want him to feel better.

How can he say this kind of thing?

"Won't you?" Feng Yun leaned over, wrapped his hands around his neck, and sighed, "I like the king to read it to me." ”

Pei Yan looked down at her.

The hair is loose and the jade neck is slender.

It was for his life.

"I write."

He rubbed his eyebrows, sighed helplessly, dipped his sleeves in ink, and really picked up the pen and wrote.

Feng Yun stretched out his head to look.

He stopped.

Feng Yun stepped out of the way.

He wrote again.

Feng Yun stretched out his head again.

He frowned, staring sideways at her.

Feng Yun raised his eyebrows, pulled his lips and chuckled, pulled the soft pillow under his waist, and lay down coquettishly, as if he was bored, casually stretched out his toes and slipped from his waist.

Pei Zhen's hand shook.

The ink smudged.

"Go on." Feng Yunwen laughed, his fawn-like eyes staring at him, pure and innocent, as if he didn't know how bad he was.

Pei Yan didn't make a sound.

The nightlight outlines his handsome face, serious and upright.

The pen is:

"The thin waist is weak, call Lang to taste ......"

Word by word, slowly, forcefully.

Finally, the corners of his eyes were red when he wrote, and the sweat on his back was thin......

I can't write it anymore.

The little foot is white and thin, very flexible, the toe cover is not painted with dancome, but it is like a pink butterfly, swinging the oars and drawing the boat, and a little by little, it will set off a huge wave......

"Yun Niang......" he stared sideways at Feng Yun. The Adam's apple rolls, and there seems to be a burning flame in the heart.

He put the pen down and stretched out his arm to put his arm around her, but as soon as his hand was raised, she smiled and pressed it.

"There's no hurry."

The little lady has a bad heart, and she doesn't give her all the sex when she teases. A pair of slightly drunk eyes looked at him explicitly, as if smiling, slowly peeling off his wide clothes, and ordering.

"Lie down." (End of chapter)

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