A big flower boat, about a few hundred people. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The wedding of the rich, even if it is rushed, must be beautiful.

The reason is simple, because there is money.

Hundreds of people put up lanterns for the flower boat, which is extraordinarily bright.

All kinds of delicacies, elixir and jade liquid, keep being transported on the flower boat.

Filigree rain can't stand this kind of noise, and Mei Chuanfu can't stand this kind of noise either.

They jumped out of the boat and swung far away, avoiding the noise of people.

"Give me back the sachet. ”

Filigree Rain stretched out her hand to the plum boatman.

That's right, Mei Chuanfu has been carrying the sachet of filigree rain, and he can only take it out reluctantly.

"Do you know what a woman's sachet contains?"

It was an interesting question, and he couldn't answer it, so he could only smile.

"You haven't peeked at my sachet?"

Hua Xiyu didn't believe it, and squinted his eyes to judge him.

"Except for the snacks, I never touched the sachet again. ”

I took a snack when I met for the first time.

At that time, she was holding the golden hairpin, thinking that he was a thief.

Looking back, he was always a gentleman, and I was just a little woman.

"I believe you. ”

gave the plum boatman a rare smile, and the filigree rain opened his sachet.

The sachet looks very small, but it can really hold a lot of things.

The left is the same, the right is the same, and a small table is spread.

There are thin sheets of rouge, and the filigree rain holds it in the red lips.

The red lips have been kissed, and they are even more delicate, like a shy little flower under the tip of the nose.

The fragrant girl's fat powder is applied to the fingertips and smeared on the cheeks, leaving a flying redness.

There was also a fire-burned twig, and when he handed the twig to the boatman, Siyu looked at him and smiled.

"Do you know what this firewood is for?"

She asked, smiling.

The eyebrow boatman didn't understand the things of his daughter's house, and shook his head slightly.

"It's for thrushes. ”

He didn't understand, and she was inexplicably happy.

At least, he hadn't seen a woman thrush by the bedside.

"Thrush for me. ”

Siyu raised her little face, closed her eyes, and leaned closer to him a little.

He painted clumsily, painted seriously, and his hot breath pounced on Siyu's rosy face.

At this moment, time froze and the autumn wind stopped.

Siyu slowly opened her eyes, and Mei Chuanfu smiled lightly, and her eyes were smeared with love.

I obviously wanted to say something to him, but it was astringent on the tip of my tongue and turned into a low brow.

"It's a good master and servant, I will paint the makeup and send the young lady to marry Meilang. ”

It turns out that she painted it for others to see.

"I'm afraid I can't give it away. Mei Chuanfu put down his eyebrows and said the reason: "The master is happy and quiet, and no one is allowed to watch the ceremony." ”

Joy and quiet?

Why joke?

Dress up the shipyard in a fancy way.

What a hypocrisy!

"Your makeup is painted in vain. ”

"Don't paint in vain!" Siyu took off her shoes again and soaked her little feet in the water.

Turning his head and laughing at the boatman: "Isn't there still a look at you?"

She thought of me after all.

"Since Mei Lang is quiet, let's swing the boat farther away. ”

Shake the pulp gently, and the autumn wind will send waves.

Gradually faded away, disappearing into the sky and water.

The night of marriage always comes quickly.

The bride is covered with a hijab and follows the groom.

Entering the boat pavilion, the bride has long remembered it.

Even if she doesn't have a rope to hold her, she won't get lost.

Mei Lang Xiaoyan, hello ability.

The four Oiran laughed at you, but you always saw each other through the veil.

The money is spent like running water, and I don't even touch my hands.

I only listen to the piano and watch the dance all night, and listen to the songs.

After going around in such a big circle, isn't it revealing the true colors of a man?

I'll give you a taste of my romance tonight.

Under the pomegranate skirt, I want you to bow down.

West Lake Su Causeway, sing for me in the future.

Entering the Flower Boat Pavilion and sitting on the new futon, the bride whispered: "Mei Lang, I'm a little ashamed, let's turn off the lights." ”

This sound warmed the autumn wind, and no man could not be moved.

"No, let me see clearly. ”

A few nights ago, he cherished words like gold, and he didn't say anything all night, so he couldn't escape the romance at this moment?

The bride is not afraid that he will see clearly.

As long as he dares to see clearly, he can't stop from now on.

"Mei Lang, why don't you lift my hijab?"

A well-drawn romantic makeup is sure to captivate your heart.

"No, I'm going to tie you up. ”

He was short of breath and wrapped his wedding rope around the bride.

It turns out that Mei Lang is this kind of man.

There are many quirks about money, and many rich people have different tricks when they do this kind of thing.

There are those who like to whip, and there are those who like to drip wax oil.

There are those who like to step on their feet, and there are those who like to tear clothes.

Mei Lang likes to tie people, and the bundle is strong.

Not only does he like to tie up, but he also uses small scissors to cut the wedding dress one by one, and finally pulls it out.

The newly-married bride sits on the gum, the wedding rope is wrapped around her body, and her hands are cut upside down.

She was already bright, with only a red veil to cover her head.

"Mei Lang. ”

A soft call, like a dream, makes people think about it.

He touched the bride's whole body, and he didn't let go of the most secret places.

She curled up aggrievedly, wanting to welcome and refuse.

She slowly lay down, her legs tightly closed.

She knew how to tease a man, and waited for Mei Lang to pounce.

"I really can't touch where the Buddha's bone relics are, so let's touch them for you. ”

What the!

The bride was shocked and secretly pinched her heart, but she couldn't break the wedding rope that bound her.

"I'll see if she's good-looking. ”

A foul smell came in his nose, and his hijab was suddenly taken away, and he saw a monk in front of him.

Dirty monks who can't be dirty anymore.

"Who are you!"

The bride ignored her shame and asked the monk angrily.

The monk bared his yellow teeth and wiped his nose: "I am a boy who presses the bed." ”

Knowing that someone was plotting, the bride turned over and sat up, spitting yellow smoke from her mouth.

As soon as the yellow smoke exited, it was blown away by the autumn wind.

I was shocked again! The power of yellow smoke can avoid the light of the sun and the moon, and it is by no means something that ordinary immortal magic can block.

Who is the one who makes the wind?

After a closer look, I saw a white-robed handsome student, holding a feather fan, looking at her whole body with an unbridled gaze.

"Give me the relics, and I'll let this little good-looking one sleep with you. ”

As soon as the monk exits, he is the bride of the play.

The white robe shakes a fan, and the monk also has a fan.

A broken fan, half rotten, full of fishy smell, handed to the bride's eyes.

"You took what didn't belong to you, hurry up and return it to the master, maybe there is a way to live. "The white robe is gently persuaded and well-intentioned.

"You are plotting against your aunt and grandmother, not a hero!"

The mana was sealed by the joy rope, and the poisonous smoke was no match for the white-robed feather fan, and the bride did not admit defeat and shouted again.

"Little good-looking, you are not married to a wife, but an aunt?"

The monk was full of nonsense, and the white robe only smiled bitterly.

"If you're an aunt, you're about the same age as me. The monk rubbed the ash roll on his neck and teased the bride seriously: "Or, let's go back to the church and make a fat doll tonight." ”

The bride has a flower and moon appearance, and the monk has snot and yellow teeth.

If these two people are a couple, it really makes people laugh bitterly.

Of course, the white robe knew that the monk was playing demons, so he stepped forward lightly and persuaded the bride again: "It is not easy to practice, why destroy your future? ”

The white robe advised, and the monk also advised: "It's okay if you don't make friends, you and I tie the knot and be a pair of dewy mandarin ducks." ”

The monk opened his mouth, and the stench filled the sky.

As he spoke, the monk couldn't wait any longer, and kicked off the monk's shoes and went to the gums.

A pair of feet, black as charcoal, the monk rubbed his feet with one hand and put the other hand on the bride's shoulder: "On the moon on the West Lake, the little lady can solve the style?"

The bride's throat was tight, and when she was touched by the monk, she almost vomited.

With tears in his eyes, he begged the white robe: "Let him stop, I'll hand it over." ”