Of the gorgeous clan is none other than Qing

A lively night finally came to an end. When the surroundings became quiet again, Song Feiqing was finally able to get his wish and lie down in the tub and take a good soak in the tub to relieve his fatigue.Maybe it was the temperature of the water that made him very comfortable, maybe he was too tired, in short, wrapped in dense water vapor, Song Feiqing fell asleep.

Song Feiqing's performance at the banquet was not only appreciated by the Qifu, but also praised by the elders, who believed that Song Feiqing was not only knowledgeable, but also witty, not only modest and magnanimous, but also knew how to measure.

Although Qinghe was angry with Song Feiqing, he still appreciated his performance after all, so he was very happy about it, so he drank a few more glasses, but after the banquet, he was still intoxicated, seeing his sloppy footsteps, but his face was full of joy After the magpie took care of him to take a bath, he even clamored to see Song Yuqing.

"Huh? Didn't the master say that he will not sleep in the same room with Mr. Song in the future? You also specifically ordered me to clean up the Fengqing Pavilion for you to live in. Why..."

Qinghe’s usual residence, Nuanyang Pavilion, has long been given over to Song Feiqing, and his promising apprentice Butterfly was also assigned to him. Qinghe hated herself for this for several days, and finally had no choice but to call in Magpie and order her servants to clean up Fengqing’s house. Pavilion, it stands to reason that this attic was for the patriarchs of the past generations to live in, but when Shang Yun Huailin left suddenly, Qinghe couldn't express his feelings for a while, and he had only succeeded as patriarch for less than half a year, so he didn't ask to move in immediately, but Fengqing Pavilion did It is the residence with the best conditions in Shangyun Mansion.

"What are you dawdling about, where is Song Yuqing? Take me to see him."

Magpie didn't think much about it either, she thought that since she worshiped the church, she should naturally live in the same room, so she said "oh", helped Qing He, who was only in her underwear, and walked all the way towards Nuanyang Pavilion.

It is already midnight, the mansion has been lively all day, everyone is tired at this moment, the surroundings are very quiet, occasionally a night watchman sees the patriarch walking in the mansion like this in the middle of the night, although he feels strange in his heart, but his face is also What should not be said.

Song Yuqing was sleeping deeply, when suddenly a pair of cold hands covered his face, he woke up immediately, and yelled "Ah", and frowned when he saw who was coming, "Why are you here? Are you drunk?"

Qing He was quite drunk, and after being called out by him, she woke up for three minutes, but seeing Song Yiqing, whose hair was dyed wet and her white and tender shoulders were exposed, she became seventy minutes intoxicated again, walked into the bathtub slowly, picked up a handful of water , giggling: "Are you taking a bath?"

Silly question, but his eyes stared blankly into the bathtub, as if he wanted to see something from inside?

Song Feiqing was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to deal with it. Her usually gentle face turned red three points at this moment, coughed lightly and said: "I fell asleep, the water is getting cold, I, I want to get up, you, you go out. "

"Huh? You asked me to go out, huh, why? Aren't you my wife? Huh? Where's my gown?" Qinghe grabbed her white underwear and kept spinning anxiously on the spot, looking around. Look for.

Seeing his appearance, Song Suiqing felt a headache secretly, rubbed her temples, sighed softly, and said faintly: "Isn't this fatal? How can I rest after such a fuss?"

Taking advantage of Qinghe's time spinning around in place, Song Weiqing quickly got out of the bathtub, quickly hid behind the screen, wiped his body briefly, brought his inner clothes and put them on, when he was putting on his coat, Qing He hugged his waist from behind. At the waist, a coat hangs on the crook of the arm.

Song Fuqing frowned and scolded: "Don't make trouble, let me get dressed."

Qing He laughed and said, "What kind of clothes are you wearing, you have to take them off after a while, what a hassle."

"What are you talking about drunk, go back quickly." Song Yuqing reprimanded displeased.

Regardless of her own clothes, Song Weiqing pushed Qinghe's hand away, and called the butterfly's name outside the door.

Unexpectedly, Qinghe was quite strong at the moment, and he couldn't do anything to a drunk person, so he had no choice but to resist impatiently while calling the butterfly to come in quickly.During this time, Qinghe took a lot of advantage and was kissed on the back several times.

Butterfly and magpie were about to come in when they heard the call, but unexpectedly met Ye Liuyan and others who came to the "bridal chamber". Through the window, they saw the "hustle and bustle" inside, their almond eyes were bigger than copper bells, and they were pleasantly surprised Holding Qing Chou's hand, he shouted: "Hey, Qing Chou, look, your junior brother is not easy. Oh, butterflies, magpies, you are not allowed to go in."

Qing Chou was helpless, but at the same time he was puzzled by his junior brother's behavior. Although he knew that Qing He was drunk, but... people say the truth after drinking, thinking about it, all the behaviors after drunk should be from the heart, It's an instinct that he can't control. It seems that Qinghe is not completely indifferent to Song Feiqing.

Song Feiqing in the room heard the voices outside, it seemed that there were many people, especially Ye Liuyan's voice was the loudest, but he was already exhausted from fighting against Qinghe at this time, how could he still have the energy to listen to what others were saying, at this moment he I haven't seen anyone coming in for a long time, and I understand that it's impossible, so I have to find a way by myself and stop calling people loudly.

The two people inside were still competing, and there was also a moment of excitement outside, Qing Chou said to everyone: "Okay, everyone is tired today, we are all on our own, and there will be many days to see the love of the patriarch and his wife in the future. Let's go back and rest. Also, everyone should keep quiet about what happened tonight, if it gets to the patriarch's ears, everyone will understand that he has a thin skin."

When the elder spoke, the crowd gradually dispersed. They also understood the elder's last order. They thought it was to let the patriarch know that he was pestering his wife with desire and dissatisfaction.

Although Liu Yan hadn't fully enjoyed watching it yet, it was not good for her to be so excited about other men in front of Qing Chou, so she restrained herself and left with Qing Chou.

The night is like water, the moonlight shines softly on the earth, everything becomes hazy, and people who have been busy all day enter their sweet dreams, but at this moment, the Nuanyang Pavilion is extremely... lively.

Qinghe hugged Song Feiqing and didn't let go, took the opportunity to kiss him on the back several times, taking advantage of it, Song Feiqing was angry and annoyed, but couldn't get rid of the entanglement of this drunk.Helpless, in an emergency, he still considered his own innocence, and hit Qinghe's abdomen with a little force with his elbow.

He only heard Qing He's "Ouch", thinking it was extremely painful, he immediately retracted his arms, hugging his stomach, with a ferocious expression, and stared viciously at the person who suddenly attacked him.

Song Feiqing lost her restraint, immediately put on her shirt, turned around, and said in a low voice angrily: "Young Master Qinghe, you are drunk, don't lose your identity in front of me, it's getting late now, I'd better hurry back to you residence."

Song Feiqing looks friendly and easy to get along with on weekdays, but once someone violates his bottom line, he will still not give the other party any good looks, and he will give the other party a lesson without leaving a word. Like the seemingly polite words to Qing He at this moment, in reality The above is a warning, if the other party still doesn't know what is good or bad, Song Feiqing will naturally not show any more sympathy.

However, Qinghe was very drunk at the moment, and although her abdomen was still aching, she didn't notice the 'danger signal' sent by Song Yiqing at all.Coincidentally, even though Qinghe showed respectable patriarchal appearance on weekdays, his calm, stable, serious and patient temperament really made others dare not offend.

However, it is conceivable that Qing He is just a young man who is not yet eighteen, and his usual status and responsibilities make him have to ask himself to be careful in everything he does, without making any mistakes.

Instead, what I see at this moment is the real Qing He, a normal boy who can get angry, play tricks, be wronged, and be impulsive.But because of the current atmosphere, Song Feiqing had no time to think about Qinghe's true emotions in every move, only knew that his actions were too impolite, too...unusual.

Qinghe clutched her stomach, and said dissatisfied and annoyed: "Okay, you dare to hit me, do you know that you will anger me if you do this? If I don't punish you well tonight, you won't understand in the future, who is the husband?" , whoever is a wife, the wife regards her husband as heaven.”

Song Feiqing listened to his serious speech, but in such a situation, with his angry and revengeful appearance, he really felt awkward, frowned and said: "What nonsense are you talking about, you are so drunk, I don't know Arguing with you. Sigh, I'd better send you back to Fengqing Pavilion, if this quarrel continues, it will be dawn." As he spoke, he stepped forward to help Qinghe.

Unexpectedly, Qinghe ignored his tricks and still went her own way. With a "hum", she rushed in front of Song Feiqing and pushed him. Fortunately, there was a chair behind him. Song Feiqing was caught off guard and took a few steps back. fell on the chair.

Song Feiqing was really angry, her face suddenly darkened, her eyes shone sharply, she looked at Qinghe angrily, and her voice became extremely serious, "You don't know what's good or bad, you and I know that this marriage It's just for others to see, if you keep pestering me, don't blame me for turning my face and being ruthless, I won't pay attention to anything such as worshiping the spirit card, listening to your orders, and I will just pay you a life."

Song Feiqing has always been used to being chic, even if he has no memory of the past, he still has his own way and is not restrained by others. He treats others and acts entirely on his own.Only this time, he understood that Qing He worked so hard to rescue him, there must be conditions. Besides, he was still wondering if he liked his problem, so he was ready to stay, but this did not mean that he would have no dignity at the mercy of others.

Facing such an uncompromising Song Fuqing, Qinghe was stunned for a moment, but he has always been soft and not tough, if anyone is tough with him, he will use all means to make the other party succumb.Hearing Song Feiqing's generous remarks, Qinghe not only did not flinch, but instead felt a sense of strength in her heart, and looked at him coldly.

Qinghe took a step forward, bent down, trapped Song Weiqing on the chair, stretched out a hand, and grabbed his chin firmly, he still remembered the last time, this person's resistance, this time he will never give him a chance.

He said softly but sharply: "Oh? You don't cherish your life so much, but you forgot what I said last time, your life is precious, you said you threatened me with your life, What would I do?"

The two were too close, Song Yuqing stretched out his hand to push the person away, but let the other person stick closer, he frowned and said: "Let go of me, as I said, I will pay you for my life at worst!"

Qinghe ignored Song Feiqing's resistance, stretched out the tip of her blood-red tongue, and gently licked the opponent's earlobe, and then heard the opponent's exclamation, Qinghe smiled evilly, "Haha, don't worry, I won't take your life , you are very useful, how could I be willing to hurt your life."

Realizing the other party's frivolous actions, Song Yuqing's head suddenly ached. He shook his head, and two figures kept flashing in his mind. One was himself. That person, but he just couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly.The jade tablet on his neck seemed to sense his consciousness at this moment, and then turned out a faint blue light, which seemed to respond, and seemed to relieve the master's anxiety.

Sensing Song Feiqing's discomfort, Qinghe patted his head, it was so hot that he could fry poached eggs, but he understood that he might be recalling the past at this moment, the memories that made him so painful must be related to the person he likes, that Someone he can't love.

Qinghe does not allow him to still think about others at this time, so he ignores his painful appearance, grabs the back of his neck, kisses his lips heavily, presses them tightly, turns, and opens his mouth to gnaw -bite, tear-bite until you taste blood.

Wanting to pry open his lips and taste his mouth, but was pushed away by a strong force, Qinghe was forced to back several steps, and stopped when he hit the bathtub, his waist was burning with pain.

"You're looking for death, how dare you use such force!" Qinghe shouted out of anger.

But the person opposite was still sitting on the chair, covering his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's not like this, it shouldn't be like this, you, um... What are you, you never take me seriously, how could you ..." Song Feiqing was very uncomfortable, his head felt as if it was going to explode, and his heart was stabbed like a needle cone. He raised his head suddenly, walked in front of Qing He, and grabbed his arm, with a painful expression and shortness of breath. Asked: "You tell me, who are you? Who am I? Who am I?"

Qinghe had never seen such a helpless Song Feiqing, and today he could almost read Song Feiqing's expressions all over again.His happy look, proud look, helpless look, gentle look, focused look... angry look, sly look, he knows how to deal with these, and he is happy to see them all, but at this moment, his eyes are so lax , suffering, helpless and downcast, he saw it, but his heart ached inexplicably.

Qinghe is sure that he is really awake this time, he can no longer lie to himself that he is drunk, even if he doesn't want to admit that he has desire for Song Feiqing, he can't lie to himself, he doesn't feel sorry for Song Feiqing at this moment.

'Oh, just comfort him, whoever calls him a patient, I am a healer. ' Qinghe thought to herself.

He stretched out his hand to hug him tightly, and patted his back slowly, and said softly, "You are Song Feiqing, you are my wife, and I am Shang Yun Qinghe, your husband, remember Is it? It's okay, it's okay."

Under Qinghe's comfort, Song Feiqing gradually regained his sanity, his eyes regained focus, and his breath became stable. Then he realized that he was lying in Qinghe's arms, and his cheeks flushed suddenly. He no longer remembered what happened to him just now, but Knowing that he was in pain, and then it was like this, he was a little embarrassed, slowly turned his head, and looked at Qinghe.

Qinghe also looked at him, and the two pairs of eyes were staring at each other quietly at the moment, one pair was clear but a bit embarrassing, the other pair was deep and bottomless.

At this moment, both of them are sitting on the ground, embracing each other, which is the most sensational. Qinghe's eyes can't help but deepen a little bit, tightly wrapping around the back of each other's neck, opening her mouth and kissing his lips, this time without hesitation, directly Pry open his lips, stick out his tongue, and roll up the other's.

Song Feiqing's eyes widened, and he struggled with all his strength, but he sat on the ground, almost half of his body lying in Qing He's arms, he couldn't use any strength at all, he could only be taken advantage of.

'Is this person sober yet?asshole! 'Song Feiqing scolded Qinghe's rudeness in her heart, while trying to break free from the shackles.

Qinghe savored the beauty, but thought in his heart that Song Feiqing should not lose his sanity anymore, and what's more, this person's restless behavior also made him lose his patience.With a little force on his knees, he pushed the man to the ground, and when the opponent had no chance to counterattack, he quickly tapped eight big acupuncture points on his body.

Song Feiqing felt dizzy for a while, then he lay down on the ground, just about to get up, he suddenly felt a numbness all over his body, and then, he felt his dantian was sealed, his body lost all strength, and his big acupoints all over his body were numb and itchy.

"Hey...why are you doing this? You have been rude to me several times, maybe you are still drunk, hurry...fufu...let go of me!" Song Yuqing only felt that most of the sea of ​​energy had been consumed before finishing a sentence. , still at the mercy of others.

Hearing what he said, Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and then said rascally: "Yes, I'm very drunk, but don't worry, I said, I won't kill you," then leaned over to his ear He said softly: "I want you is enough, hehe, don't worry, I am skilled in medicine and will make you comfortable. You must not resist, otherwise, the more you use up your energy, the more powerless you will be, understand?"

Song Feiqing suddenly felt dangerous, thinking that he was already extremely tired today, and he was still being tested like that at night. He thought he hadn't shamed Shang Yunfu, but he didn't expect that this person would avenge his kindness and set his mind on him. A day of gaining both fame and fortune, but at this moment, it was defeated by this brat.

Of course he was not reconciled, he tried his best to get up from the ground, gritted his teeth, propped up on his elbows, raised his upper body, gasped and said, "Hoo hoo...Young Master Qinghe,...you can't do this, you and I ...Hoohoo...you, what are you doing, let me go, let me go..."

Qinghe didn't pay attention to what he said, seeing him propping up his body and sweating profusely made his stomach ache, how could he still have the heart to listen to his nagging, and picked up the nagging People, let's talk about things first.

"Hey...you, Mr. Qinghe, I beg you, let me go, you are just drunk, if you understand what you did tomorrow, you...don't, don't take it off, you..." Song Yiqing was pressed on the bed , but Qinghe took off the shirt she had put on, revealing her white and tender skin.

"What about me...you won't let me take it off, then I..." Song Yiqing's clothes turned into rags after hearing a 'hiss', "I just tore him, hmph, it's not the first time I tore you clothes." Then he tore his pants.

"You will regret it, um...Shang Yun...Qing He, you will definitely regret it!" Song Weiqing said fiercely, already in a hurry.

"You are so white, it feels smooth and tender like this, you are eight years older than me, tsk tsk tsk, you are worthy of being a prince, this appearance is not bad." Qing He kneaded the skin of the lower body, staring at the skin. Holding Song Yiqing's underpants, as if turning it into rags the next moment, to accompany its other 'partners'.

Hearing Qinghe's words, Song Weiqing was a little puzzled, and asked: "What are you talking about, prince, what, ah!"

Not letting Song Yiqing continue to ask, Qing He pinched Song Yiqing's waist-socket hard, and found that he was very sensitive here, so she kept pinching here, so that Song Yiqing had no time to pursue the matter just now.

Song Feiqing had been tossed so hard that she couldn't make any sound, only the sound of heavy panting, but her eyes were extremely sharp, and Ling Chi Qinghe didn't stop for a moment.

Qinghe doesn't like the look in his eyes at the moment, as if he wants to cut him into pieces. This kind of bloody enmity makes Qinghe very uncomfortable and deeply hurts his heart. He pretends not to care, but has a frivolous attitude Said: "I like your eyes very much, but I don't want to see your current appearance."

Immediately, he tore off a strip of cloth from the mountain, and covered Song Yuqing's eyes.This made him a lot more comfortable, and he would not show guilt in front of adults like a child who did something wrong.Then, he smiled, kissed those eyes lightly through the strip of cloth, and stuck out his tongue to lick it.He likes those eyes.

The kiss started from the eyes and went all the way down, entangled the bloody red lips, the neck with the fragrance of the bath, to the collarbone, and took a few bites, not unexpectedly hearing the pain of the person under him, he softly With a smile, he embraced Zhu Hong, whom Xiao had wanted for a long time, sucking and sucking, licking and biting.

"Well... no, let go..." Song Weiqing had no time to distract himself at the moment, his eyes were covered, and all his thoughts were on his chest. Lack of mind, indulging in lust.

"Oh, I told you, you'll like it."

Song Yuqing couldn't understand why young people are so proficient... "You, who taught you..."

Qing He was enjoying the moment with peace of mind, she was naturally happy, and replied casually: "I told you that I have excellent medical skills." Hongdou continued to tease, "It will make you comfortable."

After a series of stimuli, Song Yuqing could no longer speak, only the suppressed desire and uncontrollable desire-fire spread from the abdomen down. He didn't even have the strength to cover his mouth with his hand, and he listened to the rumor helplessly. Into my own ears, intermittent gasping and moaning from myself, enjoying the lust that I have never experienced.

But at this moment, there is a voice in his head constantly telling him, this is not right, this is not right, this person is not the same person as the person he thought in his heart, not the same person, he, he should not be treated like this, he does not want to be so inexplicably with a person People who don't know him yet, spend such an absurd night.

Song Feiqing woke up suddenly, although he couldn't see anything, but he told himself, he immediately yelled: "Shang Yun Qinghe, do you know what you are doing? I know you are sober, I, I hope you stop immediately Come down, otherwise, you will definitely regret it, you will regret it!"

Qinghe was addicted to it, although he knew that he shouldn't do this, and he insisted on coming to him at first because his head was not clear, but after the series of things just now, he has fully come to his senses, But he couldn't stop, he found that he wasn't completely uninterested in this person, since he had such a good opportunity, it didn't matter if he just let it go.

But Song Yuqing's yelling voice immediately exploded in his ears. He looked at the embarrassed person being crushed by him at the moment, and then looked at himself at the moment. He stretched out a hand and covered his head, and suddenly felt that he was terrible. up.

Yes, does he know what he's doing?If something really happened to them tonight, when he wakes up tomorrow, he really won't regret it?Thinking of this, Shang Yun Qinghe wanted to hit her head to death.

When had he been so irrational? He was sure that he didn't like Song Feiqing. The two were just a cooperative relationship. He saved his life, so he should follow his orders and serve him.

Song Feiqing didn't have to 'marry' Shang Yun Qinghe in order to repay his life-saving grace, and Shang Yun Qinghe didn't rush to 'marry' him, but their relationship was under an ingenious environment and timing. They have to be in this state, but it doesn't mean that they have to be like husband and wife. Worshiping to heaven and earth, and meeting ancestors and ancestors are just formalities, let alone a bridal chamber.

Shang Yun Qinghe, is your head flooded?

"Yes, you are right, I drank too much just now." Shang Yun Qinghe shook his head, feeling a little heavy immediately, "You go to rest earlier, I will leave now." After finishing speaking, she got up in a hurry and left , never looked at that person again.

Only then was Song Feiqing able to relax, feeling that there was no pressure on his body. Although his eyes were still covered by cloth strips, he was much more relaxed. He let out a breath and couldn't help feeling a headache. He couldn't understand why there would be such a thing tonight As soon as it came out, but he didn't delve into it, he thought it was a man's instinct, and he didn't blame Qing He.

Thinking about it, he thought of his abnormal headache just now. Although he really didn't know what happened to him, he still remembered some fragments, especially those two figures, which kept flashing in his head, but still nothing Can't see clearly either.

And his head was aching with the flashing of these images, he simply didn't think about it, although this day looked simple, but it made him feel uncomfortable, especially when he had to deal with a drunk.

He immediately wanted to reach out his hand to remove the unsightly cloth strip, but when he raised his hand, he found that he couldn't move, and immediately cursed Shang Yun Qinghe as a bastard.

Although the nights in early autumn are not too cold, Shangyun Mansion is on the mountain, and you still need to cover yourself with a thick quilt to rest at night, but Song Yiqing has been hit by a big acupuncture point at this moment, although it is not impossible to move overnight, but you have to wait at least half an hour .

He only had one pair of underpants left on his body at the moment, and he was lying on the bed like this, with the cool wind blowing on him from the window, which made him shiver violently.

Shang Yun Qinghe, what did I, Song Weiqing, owe you before!