The incense ball rubbed the back of Song Pian's hand affectionately.
Song Pian looked down at it, picked it up, put it at the end of the bed, and put it out of Feng Yue Xian's reach.
When she moved, Feng Yuexian looked at her, tilted her head slightly, and followed her.
As soon as Song Pian turned around, she saw Feng Yuexian acting like this.
Her black pupils were extraordinarily clear and pure at this time, as if containing pure and innocent curiosity.
It is like a Persian cat lying on its side, with a charming and moving figure.
Looking at the jewel-like cat's eyes, there is also the innocence unique to small animals, and the closeness and trust to the owner.
Song Piantao stretched out her hand and tidied her messy hair.
Feng Yuexian has always been strong and has a dark edge, but his hair is extremely soft, like a soft and silky cattail, which is coiled between Song Pian's fingers.
Crow-colored blue silk and frost-like fingers are entangled in one place.
Song Pian asked her:
"Are you dizzy?"
Feng Yuexian shook his head.
"Are you thirsty?"
Feng Yuexian still shook his head.
"That being the case, it's good to have a rest. If you want to come to sleep, you will get rid of the alcohol."
As Song Pian spoke, she used her hand to comb the three thousand blue silk that was winding on the bed for her.
Touching such a soft Feng Yuexian, even the tone of Song Pian's voice could not help but linger.
Feng Yuexian raised her face slightly, her brows frowned, as if she was complaining, and she seemed to be acting like a spoiled child:
"I wasn't dizzy originally, but when you asked, I fainted."
Song Pian burst into laughter, what's the point.
Could it be that he shook his head lightly and made himself dizzy
It was rare for Song Pian to see her like this, and she felt helpless and had some inexplicable love and joy.
She wrapped the last strand of her sideburns behind Feng Yue Xian's ears, and her fingertips slid down Feng Yue Xian's auricles.
Feng Yuexian's earlobes floated on top of the rouge.
Song Pian chuckled lightly, and then pressed Feng Yuexian's side cheeks with her warm palm, and lifted her face lightly with slight force.
She leaned over and placed a light kiss between Feng Yue's brows.
The sun shines through the thin curtain, gentle as gold, hazy and passionate.
Feng Yuexian narrowed his eyes in a place that Song Piangan couldn't see, feeling extremely comfortable.
In the half-closed eyes, there is something more and more intense desire, eager to try.
After two or three breaths, Song Pian backed away a little, in a tone like coaxing a child:
"Sleep well, eh?"
How could Feng Yuexian be good.
She didn't speak, her glazed eyes looked at Song Pianda, her full lips moved gently like roses in the wind.
The amorous feelings are quietly spilling out, and the words are still resting.
Song Piantao's heart moved, and her subordinates followed. Her thumb swept across Feng Yuexian's cheek, and with some force, she wiped the rouge as thin as a cloud in the evening.
Finally, the fingertips fell to her lips.
Song Pian had no choice but to kiss her again.
She is not used to being close to people.
Especially physical contact such as holding hands, arms and hugs, unless it is etiquette, she will never take the initiative to do it, let alone further intimate actions.
But facing the person in front of him, there seems to be no rejection.
Song Pian's kiss fell to the side of her finger, and kissed this Feng Nong rose with its thorns tucked away.
On the contrary, the more time they spend together, the more intimate they feel.
Like the softest bird's beak, pecks and kisses the delicate rose buds, in the soothing time, she smells the faint fragrance wrapped in layers of petals in her nose.
If there seems to be nothing, it lingers between the warm breaths of the two.
In order to confirm that the fragrance really existed, Song Piantao tried to probe into the flower bud.
The tender and juicy petals open themselves and are extremely submissive.
Inside the petals, Song Piantao tasted the sweet aroma of wine.
Drinking alone among the flowers, jade dew nectar.
The more the product is, the stronger it is, and the rich silver threads can be drawn out.
Even if you are sober, you will be drunk.
While slightly drunk, Song Pian's hand was pulled to another place by a gentle force.
Song Pian's hot breath escaped, her hands trembled, but she was firmly pressed there, Feng Yuexian refused to let her go.
Is Feng Yuexian drunk or awake
Before she could think more, she was dragged into bliss.
The beauty's eyes are cat's eyes and glazed pupils, and the lips are budding and thick wine.
The body is caged under the misty rain and misty robes, and it is urgent for people to move the clouds and make the moon clear.
Song Piangan still didn't know how drunk Feng Yuexian was.
She stroked.
The milk calyx is soft and greasy, warm and fragrant.
Such as fragrant and soft peaches, a small nest collapsed under the fingers, filled with amber mead, trembling and inviting guests to taste.
The curtain was moved by the wind, and the light and shadow swayed.
Song Pian leaned over.
Feng Yuexian leaned her head back.
The temples are scattered like clouds and mist, and the fragrant cheeks are full of red clouds.
Song Yingguang always ran to the East Palace after the injury on her forehead was almost healed.
She also wanted to go to the East Palace before, but the mother and concubine refused to let her, saying that the emperor's brother was busy with state affairs, and the emperor's sister-in-law wanted to take care of the six palaces, so don't disturb them.
When she got better, I don't know if it was because the mother concubine felt pity, or because of other reasons, not only did she let her go, but she even took the initiative to send her to the East Palace, and asked the emperor to instruct her to study the calligraphy.
But for some unknown reason, most of them were directed by the imperial sister-in-law. Even if the imperial brother had nothing to do, it was the imperial sister-in-law who came.
Song Yingguang went to ask the concubine the reason, and the concubine pondered and said, Xu is the concubine who is very virtuous and considerate, pity the prince's body, and take the initiative to work for him.
Of course, it may also be that the crown princess has been married and has no children, so she likes Yingguang very much.
Song Yingguang suddenly realized.
The Queen's Sister-in-law looked at the cold and majestic, so she was so gentle, and she liked being close to herself very much.
If nothing else, He Qiuchan was relieved. From this point of view, even though Feng Yuexian was more ferocious than men in important matters, she was a motherly woman with a soft side.
Song Yingguang also understood. Since then, the object of her clinging has changed from the emperor's brother to the emperor's sister-in-law—
Obviously, the Queen's sister-in-law likes herself more.
"Why is Song Yingguang always here recently?" Feng Yuexian said in a disgusting tone, "He Jieyu also loves playing leaf cards and has no time to take children?"
Song Pian drank tea and said innocently:
"Perhaps it's because of your excellent guidance."
Feng Yuexian raised her eyebrows lightly:
"Take me as a master?"
Feng Yuexian is known as a talented person, and teaching young children to read is really overkill. Song Pian coughed and said:
"Next time Yingguang comes again, let me do it—"
"It feels good to be a master." Feng Yuexian changed his words, his expression calm.
Song Pian snorted "Oh", kept a calm expression, and slowly sipped the tea.
Unable to hold back, a smile escaped from his lips.
"… "
Feng Yuexian pretended to be unintentional, and said while arranging the calligraphy and painting, "When the time comes, when the emperor's grandson stands up, he must be taught, and he should be trained with Song Yingguang."
Song Piantao resisted the urge to shake her head and laugh.
Feng Yuexian is really... He is very serious and proper when teaching, but he wants to say that.
She didn't expose it.
Because of these words, he thought of the various vassal kings who were going to Beijing.
Due to the difference in geographical distance, the vassal kings came to Beijing one after another. Thinking about it, the closest king of Pingjin was about to go to Beijing. Recently, Qinghe's expression has been brighter.
"When will the Northwest King arrive?"
Feng Yuexian rolled the scroll for a while, and answered simply:
"According to the letter, it should be in ten days."
"Then the General's Mansion will send someone to greet you?"
"Well, the manager and a few cousins will go there in person."
Song Pian took a sip of the tea aroma, and said with a small smile:
"Since this is the case, let Xu Jing also go and greet me."
Feng Yuexian raised her eyes and looked at Song Pian.
When Xu Jing walked outside, the name of the prince was replaced by the name of the prince. The people around the prince welcomed the king of the northwest? This kindness is evident.
"You haven't seen the princess for many years? Wait for them to rest for a while, and two days later, invite the princess to the palace to see you." Song Pian said, looking sideways, saying:
"I know that you can go out to see her in the palace, but there is no way to meet her in the palace."
"As for the influence of the DPRK and China - we have been in business for a long time, and no one can say that it can be shaken and moved."
Song Pian smiled, although she was as soft as ever, she was extremely confident and sure.
"In the past, it was the King of Chu who was unscrupulous. Now—"
it's them.
Song Pian's eyes were clear and bright, just sitting there, it was the bright moon and the breeze, upright and bright.
She didn't finish it, but Feng Yuexian didn't need her to finish it.
Seeing Song Pian laughing, she followed suit.
Between the eyebrows, the spirit is flying.
Song Yingguang went to the East Palace again.
She always went to the East Palace to eat and drink, and He Qiuchan was also embarrassed, so she thought of a way to bring something to the East Palace.
The entrance is definitely inappropriate, and it is also afraid of being manipulated.
The East Palace has never lacked anything. It should be said that if there is something you can’t even find in the East Palace, then there is definitely nothing left in the Palace.
Therefore, every time I bring some odd novelties, I have the right to be a mind.
This time, He Jieyu gave a picture of a fox slave. It was because Song Pian once saw a Persian cat raised by a nobleman and looked at it several times. He Jieyu found out later, but she could not do what she liked.
Song Yingguang personally hugged the painting and got off the carriage, and went into the East Palace.
Xiao Shizi was used to this little guest for a long time, and smiled and led Song Yingguang to the main hall, and said some good luck.
Like Song Yingguang's rice dumplings, they have a very good temper, and the two of them talked a lot when they asked and answered them.
When he arrived at the gate of the temple, Xiao Shizi remembered that there was still something he had not told him to do.
"Little Highness, there is a visitor from the East Palace today, and I am talking to the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess at this time."
"Then I shouldn't have come." Song Yingguang blinked, the emperor's brother and sister-in-law had no time today.
"No, no, what did you say, His Highness the Crown Prince explained it, the little Highness is here, come here to say hello, but go to the small study to warm up your words."
Song Yingguang just nodded. She hugged the picture scroll in her arms, and was about to ask Xiao Shizi to put the picture in the small study. When she came to see the guests again, someone came out of the hall.
The curtain was lifted.
Song Yingguang looked over subconsciously.
I saw a girl with a head taller than me walking out.
She is wearing a water-green chest-length skirt, embellished with light pink, fresh and pleasant, her eyebrows are looking forward, and the smile on her lips is extremely self-contained, which makes people know at first sight that she is a person who likes to laugh.
And compared with Song Yingguang's common court women, she is more comfortable.
Even a pair of eyes will laugh.
When Song Yingguang had ever seen such a person, she immediately stared into her eyes, not knowing how to recover.
"You guys have talked for a long time, why didn't you come in?" The girl's voice was free and easy, "Cousin asked me to come out and take a look."
The girl looked down slightly, and Song Yingguang hugged the scroll tightly again.
What to say at such a time
She grew up in the palace and had never seen any female companions since she was a child.
"Is this the little cousin my cousin-in-law said?"
The girl raised her eyebrows, her eyebrows were thick and long, which made her look extraordinarily wanton.
"Like a porcelain doll."
Who, who made the porcelain doll
Song Yingguang's face was hot, why did she say that she was a porcelain doll, was it because she didn't speak
She bit her lip and said:
"I'm Song—uh—"
The girl reached out and pinched Song Yingguang's cheek.
"Soft, it's not a porcelain doll."
Song Yingguang was stunned.
She looked at the person in front of her and forgot to blink.
The little Shizi next to him screamed and became anxious:
"Little princess, put your hands down."
Footsteps came from behind the curtain, accompanied by a call:
"Song Ruyan—"