After Mu Wanqing gave him a kiss, her heart was beating wildly, her cheeks were flushed, she was infinitely shy, and her already bright red face was even more beautiful.
Suddenly thought of something, hurriedly pushed him away, and said in a low voice: "I haven't...haven't drunk the Hebei wine yet."
Song Qingshu put his arms around her slender waist, feeling the softness in his hands, as soft as boneless, he couldn't help but stare at her beautiful face: "You can't drink a glass of wine as well as you do."
"I'm not wine," Mu Wanqing was overjoyed when she heard her lover's praise, "But you can't save wine with a gourd. My mother said that one gourd is divided into two gourds to call it a gourd. The son-in-law and the wife each hold a piece of wine. Only when the final ceremony of marriage is completed, the husband and wife will receive the blessing of heaven."
Song Qingshu was stunned: "Isn't the last link going to the bridal chamber?"
"After drinking the wine, you can do whatever you want..." After speaking, Mu Wanqing was so shy that she almost buried her head in her clothes.
Hearing her extremely soft voice, especially the coquettish feeling, Song Qingshu moved his index finger and almost turned into a werewolf on the spot, but he knew very well that for a woman, the sense of ritual is the most important thing. It will be a regret in her life.
So he resisted the impulse in his heart, stretched out his hand and sucked the jug and wine glass over. Whenever this happened, he had to lament the beauty of the martial arts world. No matter how advanced the technological society is, sometimes it may not be useful for individuals. Martial arts are so convenient.
Handing the mandarin duck cup full of wine to Mu Wanqing, looking at her pretty face like a spring flower, Song Qingshu solemnly said: "Sister Wan, we will become a real husband and wife after today, if I fail you in the future, I must Teach me god…”
Mu Wanqing hastily stretched out her hand to hold his mouth, her beautiful eyes showed tenderness: "My good brother, I understand all your intentions, I don't need you to swear, even if you really let me down, it's my own fate." , no wonder you."
Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling tender: "Sister Wan~"
Seeing him approaching her face again, Mu Wanqing's face flushed slightly, and her voice was soft and sweet: "Drink the Heying bar first."
"Almost forgot." Song Qingshu suddenly came to his senses, joined hands with her, and drank the wine in the glass together.
Then throwing the two people's wine glasses aside at will, Song Qingshu couldn't hold back the emotion in his heart any longer, and directly lowered his head to kiss her. The unique fragrance of the girl's body lingered around her nose, it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
Later, Song Qingshu was no longer satisfied with just kissing, especially when he saw her cheeks were fiery, she was indescribably cute, her eyes were watery, and her hands quietly poked into her clothes, feeling her tenderness. Youthful and elastic skin.
Looking at her face like a begonia sleeping in spring, and her body like a hibiscus in the first bloom, Song Qingshu never expected that she, who has always been a bit cold, could be so lively and charming, and in a certain moment, she was nine times as charming as Qin Hongmian. resemblance.
Song Qingshu was startled, why did he think of her at this time, he was guilty of guilt, and hurriedly restrained his mind to get rid of distracting thoughts, but the more this happened, the more lively and fragrant side of Qin Hongmian became clearer in his mind.
Song Qingshu secretly had a headache. It seems that it was the last time Jietan Temple, and this time Li Qinglu teased him. He stopped at the door twice, but made people feel knotted. Yes, I can't ask for it, and I can't ask for Qin Hongmian.
Not wanting to be one of the eight sufferings, if it is so easy to break, the world will already be full of eminent monks.
Originally, with Song Qingshu's disposition, he would not treat a woman so differently, but there were two unexpected encounters, which made Qin Hongmian special.
Human nature is like this, the best thing is what you can’t get, and you don’t know how to cherish it if you get it. Originally, it’s very simple to get rid of this kind of magic barrier, you only need to get it once, but the relationship between the two people, It is doomed that this is absolutely impossible.
The more this is the case, the more it encourages the demonic obstacle that cannot be desired, Song Qingshu is like this, and so is Qin Hongmian, who is tossing and turning in another palace at this time.
Feeling the girl's delicate panting and fragrance bursting out from the girl in his arms, Song Qingshu's blood pulsed in an instant, and his lust was unstoppable. He hugged her to the bed and put down the curtain of the dragon bed...
There are tender cheeks on the face, what you hear is "Lang Jun, Lang Jun" in your ears, and what you smell in your nose is the delicate fragrance of her body, how can you not make him fascinated
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In the early morning of the second day, Song Qingshu got up early, but Mu Wanqing was sleeping soundly in Haitangchun. He couldn't bear to wake her up, so he got up and washed himself, and then went to the imperial study to review the memorials from various places.
Originally, the emperor and empress got married, not only amnesty the world, but also the whole country had a two-day holiday, but other people can rest, but he can't. Now Xixia has experienced several turmoil in a row, and there are a lot of things. He wants to put the court situation in order as soon as possible. After stabilizing, train Mu Wanqing, Yelu Nanxian, and Li Qinglu to take over the government. After all, he can't stay here in Xixia forever.
Not long after she came out of the room, she bumped into Li Qinglu, who said with a smile, "Hey, the groom got up so early."
"Is there any way, there are so many things to deal with, you came just in time, go to the imperial study with me, these things need you to help Mu Wanqing in the future." Song Qingshu beckoned her to go together.
"Sister Mu, she should learn more." Li Qinglu said with a smile.
Song Qingshu blushed: "She is inconvenient, so she should sleep a little longer in the morning."
Li Qinglu hurried to his side, and asked gossipingly: "Last night...how was it? It seems that the battle was intense."
Song Qingshu: "..."
At first I thought she was a quiet girl, but after the two got to know each other well, I realized what a demon she was.
Li Qinglu then asked again: "Meng Lang, who do you think is better, me or Sister Mu?"
Song Qingshu's face darkened, and he naturally understood that the other party was not a more serious person, but a more evening... But is there such a thing in the world who pesters his lover to compare with another woman
Li Qinglu seemed to know that he would not answer, so she asked herself and answered, "Hey, I would know it even if you didn't tell me. You must think Sister Mu is better."
"Why?" Song Qingshu became curious instead.
"Because Elder Sister Mu and Qin Hongmian look very similar, you probably thought of her as Qin Hongmian at certain moments last night, a wife for a while, a daughter for a while, no man can forget such an exciting experience, of course I can't compare it." Li Qinglu Analyzing seriously.
Song Qingshu finally couldn't take it anymore: "What did Li Qiushui teach you all these years? Why are there so many perverted thoughts in your little head!"
However, Li Qinglu glanced at him with a half-smile: "Sometimes being angry is a sign of guilty conscience, you dare to swear to God, didn't you think about it like this yesterday?"