Yu Wenhao covered his head, concentrated as much as possible, raised his hand weakly a few times, and mumbled indistinctly: "Wait for others, all go out!"
His mother and Qi Luo hurriedly went out and closed the door.
Yu Wenhao looked at her with a little excitement, "You...you can't be angry."
Yuan Qing said: "I'm not angry."
"You are a lie!" Yu Wenhao remembered what happened the night before, so it's strange that she wasn't angry!
"you're drunk!"
He patted the table, "This king is not drunk."
Yuan Qingling looked at his palm, and the shot was red and swollen, "Forget it, I won't be angry anymore."
"You must be angry, I don't believe you," Yu Wenhao accused, venting vigorously through his drunkenness, "You have been asking, but the king has said if he has said, you still have to ask."
"Okay, I was wrong, I shouldn't ask." Yuan Qingling didn't care about him, and she was also uncomfortable for the past two days.
Yu Wenhao began to enter the chattering mode, "You can ask, but you can't keep asking. The king said no, you still have to ask if you don't believe it."
Yuan Qingling couldn't help it anymore, "I don't keep asking, and you won't say it."
"Did the king say it!" His eyes were full of resentment.
Ah, it's stubborn, "But you have the truth!"
Yu Wenhao said angrily: "No, you made a joke of this king, this king only has it."
Yuan Qing stunned, "What do you mean? What do you mean by making fun of you? If I don't make fun of you, wouldn't you?"
"No!" Yu Wenhao said authentically, his eyes still full of accusations.
"Wish to hear it in detail!" Yuan Qingling looked at him.
Yu Wenhao's neck shrank. Although he was drunk, he couldn't help but his face was hot. "It's not there anyway."
Yuan Qing Ling said, "Okay, I believe you didn't."
"You don't believe it!" He snorted and stared at her with squinted eyes. "Lying woman!"
Yuan Qingling took a sigh of relief. Forget it, she couldn't help but slapped the table, glaringly at her, "Say, is there or not!"
"He drooped his head instantly, "No! "Why are you suddenly murderous?"
"Every prince has it. This is the rule of the palace, you said." Yuan Qingling asked sharply.
Yu Wenhao whispered for a while, "My concubine has spent money and coaxed my father."
"Why?" Yuan Qing was startled.
Yu Wenhao turned away awkwardly, "That palace lady is too ugly."
Yuan Qingling looked at him, hardly believing her ears, "Too ugly? Didn't you say that the looks and body are all excellent?"
"That's what my father thinks, but this king thinks it's too ugly." Yu Wenhao defended.
Yuan Qingling was a little unbelievable, "But you still remember her name is Li'er."
"I just chatted for three days in the hall, who doesn't remember?" Yu Wenhao felt a little vomiting blood, his head was too dizzy with anger, and his eyes were dizzy.
Yuan Qingling doesn't really mind this, but how can a youthful young man just ask for a chat
"You didn't dislike her for being ugly, you were because you had Chu Mingcui in your heart at that time, did you?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"I never thought about it," Yu Wenhao said, but his expression was a little weird.
Yuan Qingling looked at him, "That's the night before I was injured. This was your first time with me? You tell the truth, I'm not angry."
Yu Wenhao shook his head, "No!"
Yuan Qingling immediately got up and turned to go out.
Yu Wenhao jumped up, "You lie again, you are not angry."
Yuan Qing Ling stretched out and pulled the door, Yu Wenhao rushed up, unable to stand firmly, and fell to the ground, but still did not forget to explain, "The first time the Queen Mother forced us to round the house."
Uh, yes.
Yuan Qingling quickly turned around and helped him up, "I'm not angry, I want to see if Lu Bud's hangover soup is ready? If I say that I am not angry, I will not be angry."
Yu Wenhao lowered his head and bit on her wrist.
Reluctant to use too much effort, and unwilling to lose self-esteem, the teeth were stamped down with hatred, and even the marks of the teeth were not left too deep.
"Let's stop quarreling. I feel uncomfortable when quarreling." He looked at her face and looked into her eyes, very frustrated.
Yuan Qingling's eyes softened, "Okay, we won't fight anymore."
"Hug!" Yu Wenhao hugged her into his arms, but the whole body was pressed heavily on her body and fell straight down.
Yuan Qingling smiled, "This is on the ground, what can I say to the bed."
He pressed against her motionlessly.
"Yu Wenhao, get up!" Yuan Qingling patted him on the back.
The sound of snoring sounded leisurely in her ears.
Yuan Qingling dropped her hands feebly, well, she fell asleep!
Finally, Xu Yi had to be called in before he was moved away.
Yuan Qing Ling rubbed his back, this man was dead.
I couldn't drink the sober soup, and I didn't wake up no matter how I took it. Yuan Qingling had to let him fall asleep.
Wearing bedclothes with a pillow on his chest, will it not? Dislike other people's ugliness? Just hypocritical.
She smiled. Although the credibility is not high, it may be because she is afraid of being angry and so lied, but no matter what, he can see that he really cares about her.
She really didn't care anymore.
But is it really not
With this question, she too became sleepy, yawned, and fell asleep slowly.
When I slept in the middle of the night, I felt that I had two hands roaming on my body, and my body was pressing up heavily.
She opened her eyes, and before she spoke, her lips were blocked, like a flame, quickly burning up.
She closed her eyes again, unable to resist, too sleepy.
Lips slid down the neck to the collarbone, and then all the way down, stopping in front of her chest. Yuan Qingling took a breath, and the cells all over her body were mobilized.
She hugged his solid back and sighed lightly and comfortably, feeling the warm flame spreading underneath.
He was not gentle at all, wild and wanton. The moment he entered, there was still a slight tingling, but only slightly, soon, with his movements, only sensory stimulation and novelty remained.
Intoxicated people, the brain is hardly able to think, and can only be driven by instinct.
The charming one room, and the embarrassed Duobao all retracted into the dog house.
After that, Yu Wenhao became sober a lot, Xu Yi sweated and sighed away from the alcohol.
Holding Yuan Qingling, his lips were still in her ears.
Yuan Qingling was exhausted, "Go to sleep."
"Don't sleep, don't sleepy!" He entangled, "You have ignored me for two days, I have to make it up."
Yuan Qingling opened his hand and opened his eyes to look at him, "Really not sleeping?"
"Don't sleep!" His eyes were deep.
Yuan Qingling smiled mischievously, rolled over to suppress him, and put her whole body on his body, "Okay!"
The color of his eyes became darker and darker, and he looked at her expectantly.
"Why not?" Yuan Qingling was still struggling with this question, but it also gave him sweetness, with his lips rubbing against his ears.
Yu Wenhao said: "I'm sick."
"What's the disease?" Yuan Qingling chuckled lightly, spraying gusts of anger next to his ears, causing him to shudder.
"Doesn't you still have to take medicine for the first time rounding up with you?" He whispered, like a shameful thing.
"That's because you are not interested in me, you said." Yuan Qingling said.
Yu Wenhao hugged her, "I am not interested in that ugly palace lady either."
"Really?"
Yu Wenhao honestly said: "So the mother concubine thought that I was sick, and Hua Yinzi bought the teacher and the maid and the court maid, and concealed the past for me in front of the father and the emperor."
Yuan Qingling wondered, "Why do you want to hide it? Can't you just tell your father?"
Yu Wenhao said indifferently: "Once the prince has a hidden illness in that area, he can basically be sure that there is no possibility of seizing the prostitute."