This week, Mi Xing is righteous, has a lot of friends, and is a bit talented, but because of his extravagant life and excellent female sex, he always bears the name of a "dandy", but this famous swinger in the capital has been in love with him since Yeli, a famous prostitute who came to Tinglange, has taken care of her a lot and stopped messing around.
However, some time ago, Zhou Mixing wanted Na Yeli to be his fourth concubine, but his father kicked him out of the house in the middle of the night, and made a big joke.
Yan Sikong already knew Yeli's background, and secretly thanked Master Zhou for not letting her in, otherwise Xie Zhongren would have played a dark chess game beside Shuntian Fu Yin, and his hand would have been stretched longer and longer.
When Ye Li followed a group of girls into the house, Feng Ye didn't look at any of them at first, but finally his eyes fell on Ye Li with a somewhat inquiring expression.
Zhou Mixing followed Feng Ye's eyes, and was overjoyed, so he quickly gave Ye Li a wink and asked her to accompany Feng Ye.
Feng Ye has been back to Beijing for more than two years, and there are as many people who want to bribe him as crucian carp crossing the river. From treasures, calligraphy and paintings to famous utensils and beauties, he doesn't buy anything. If anyone can fall in love with him, he will be burned High fragrance.
Ye Li smiled knowingly, led the girls to bow to the people present, and then walked towards Feng Ye, her swaying steps made people's hearts flutter.
But Yan Sikong knew what Feng Ye was looking at. Feng Ye must have discovered Ye Li's kung fu. In fact, it was not the first time they met, but that time Feng Ye forcibly took him away, and Ye Li was sitting and playing the piano.
Ye Li bowed to Feng Ye, and said softly, "My little girl has seen the prince."
Feng Ye nodded, and said meaningfully: "Miss Yeli."
Ye Li sat down beside Feng Ye, and at the same time gave Yan Sikong a charming smile: "Master Yan, long time no see."
Yan Sikong cupped his hands and said, "Long time no see, Miss Yeli is still young."
Ye Li covered his mouth and smiled: "My little girl has recently read Master Yan's poetry collection, but my little girl has little talent and learning, and it is difficult to understand the meaning of Master Yan's high mountains. Can you give me some advice when you have time?"
"I don't dare to take it seriously. Yan is just a self-indulgent orchid. Where does the meaning of high mountains come from? But if I can take the opportunity to ponder poetry and wine with Miss Yeli, I will really envy everyone."
Everyone at the table laughed, teasing Yan Sikong one after another.
Feng Ye said coolly: "Miss Yeli prefers the poems of Consort Yan so much, she must think that I am a martial artist who doesn't understand poetry and wine?" The word "concubine" is heavy and clear.
Yan Sikong's expression remained unchanged.
As expected of someone who has seen the world, Yeli didn't panic at all, just covered his lips with a chuckle, and said coquettishly: "Who doesn't know that the son is a hero, he is both civil and military, and he looks like a heavenly man. The son is usually busy in the Jingshan Camp Let alone coming here, it is rare even to return to Beijing. My sisters heard that today they can see the real face of the prince, but they are rushing to come here."
Zhou Mi Xing said with a smile: "It's not just a woman, we can see the son once, that's also a glorious lintel."
"Hahaha, isn't it?"
Liang Sui was even more flattering: "In the past, Shi Zi and Brother Yan Xian were the two most famous and handsome princes in Beijing, but now Brother Yan Xian is the prospective son-in-law, but I don't know which daughter in the boudoir will be lucky enough to marry Yu Shizi is now his wife."
Feng Ye smiled and said nothing, but his eyes were always cold.
Ye Li saw Feng Ye's displeasure, and hurriedly smoothed things over: "The little girl is making a fool of herself, playing a song for all kinds of adults to cheer up."
"it is good!"
Together with the dancing and music, the table began to change cups and cups. There were many blind people who came to toast Yan Sikong. You can feel Feng Ye's eyes piercing into him like a sharp sword.
After drinking for three rounds, the usually dignified and dignified officials gradually revealed their true colors, hugging those Yanliu girls and making love to each other.
Yan Sikong has long been used to these things, so naturally he also has to act on the occasion, chatting and laughing with the plump woman beside him, but he is very sober, and has been observing Feng Ye in secret. It's not in his personality to go home honestly after a meal.
When everyone was drunk, Feng Ye suddenly staggered and stood up, Ye Li had a good drinker, so he got up to help him.
But Feng Ye pushed her away, and said vaguely: "Come, come!" He was tall, staggered a few steps, and was about to fall.
Yan Sikong hurriedly stood up and supported Feng Ye's waist, but unexpectedly, Feng Ye suddenly hugged him into his arms, then grabbed his hair, forced him to look up, and kissed his lips heavily!
Yan Sikong's eyes widened, the incident happened so fast, his mind went blank.
Everyone at the banquet was also stunned, the sound of toasting chips stopped suddenly, and they all stared at the two without blinking.
"Oh, oh." Zhou Mixing shouted with his tongue out, "Come, come." He didn't know what to call someone for, but the scene was too embarrassing, and he was at a loss.
The attendants who had been standing by the side quickly came up to support Feng Ye, Feng Ye bit Yan Sikong's lips punishingly, and then let him go, but he also pushed away the attendants, looked down at Yan Sikong condescendingly, He said vaguely, "Oh, Prince Yan?" He looked at Ye Li beside him, his tone was extremely frivolous, and he said with a smirk, "Both of you... are dressed in plain white, and Prince Yan has picturesque features. Hahahahaha—”
Yan Sikong's face was livid, he didn't expect Feng Ye to act so boldly.
Zhou Mixing was the first to laugh dryly: "Hahahaha, it seems that the prince is drinking, drinking well."
"Yes, the prince is drinking beautifully, hahaha—"
Everyone laughed together.
Feng Ye looked down at Yan Sikong condescendingly: "I... have to go to the toilet, can Prince Consort Yan condescend to help me?"
Yan Sikong looked at Fengye expressionlessly, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, paused for a moment, then went up to support Fengye: "My lord, please."
Everyone could see that Feng Ye was intentionally humiliating Yan Sikong, but they didn't expect Feng Ye to come up with such a trick. Zhou Mixing knew that today was self-defeating, and he might have offended both of them, but he didn't think so for a while. The only way is to order: "Prepare an upper room for the son to rest."
Yan Sikong supported Feng Ye, walked out of the banquet, and several attendants escorted him around, even if Feng Ye fell and scratched his skin, it was not something they couldn't afford.
Helping Feng Ye into the room, Yan Sikong whispered to the attendants: "Go down."
"The little ones are outside, adults can give orders at any time."
"Get the hell out of here." Feng Ye suddenly growled viciously.
The attendants were startled, and retreated while pleading guilty.
As soon as the door was closed, Feng Ye swept away his drunkenness, grabbed Yan Sikong's waist, blocked his lips forcefully, sucked and ravaged him viciously.
"Feng... Ye..." Yan Sikong vainly tried to push Feng Ye, but he could barely move under the confinement, and he didn't dare to make too much noise here.
Feng Ye tore his clothes while kissing him, and said mockingly: "What's the matter, Consort Yan?"
The anger in Yan Sikong's eyes could not be concealed, he knew he was wrong, and endured it again and again, but Feng Ye became more and more aggressive, and today he kissed him in full view, and he didn't know if that clumsy excuse could get away with it. What kind of rumors, who knows what impact it will have on the two of them? He pushed Feng Ye's chin away, gritted his teeth and said, "Are you crazy? You didn't drink too much, did you? You're just pretending!"
"Whether it's fake or real, what's the difference?" Feng Ye mocked, "Aren't you just half-truth and half-fake?"
Yan Sikong stared at Fengye: "What exactly do you want?"
Feng Ye grinned and murmured ambiguously, "I want to fuck you."
"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong tremblingly said, "You are so ridiculous, something will happen sooner or later."
"Am I absurd?" Feng Ye laughed loudly, "Am I absurd? The world's jokes, you who are full of lies and scheming, dare to say that I am absurd? You are going to marry my cousin, but in order to save you Prince, aren’t you absurd to turn around and swear a heavy oath to me? You are simply shameless!”
Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye sadly, under Feng Ye's arrogant and drunken state, his eyes were clearly full of pain, and his heart was clenched into a ball.
"You will get married in the future..." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's cheeks with his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Will you swear to her and talk sweet words to her? Yes, you always know, what do you say?" Most flattering. She's sure to be infatuated with you, just like me...”
Yan Sikong bit his lip, feeling sore in his heart.
Feng Ye stared at his red eyes: "Yan Sikong, do you know? She is... my only sister, but I'm so jealous that I want to kill her."
Yan Sikong only felt a suffocating pain invade his lungs, he caressed Feng Ye's face: "Feng Ye, I have no intention of defending, but in this life, I only have you in my heart."
Feng Ye struggled to look at Yan Sikong, his tone was full of hatred: "But you are going to be my sister-in-law."
Yan Sikong lowered his eyes, froze for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Feng Ye's lapel, raised his head to cover his lips, and sucked a kiss rudely.
This kiss completely ignited the fierce fire in Feng Ye's body. He hugged Yan Sikong, swung his long arms, and with his strong internal force, he swept away all the tea utensils on the table, and Yan Sikong was crushed on top of it. .
The two are like hungry beasts, biting each other's skin and tearing each other's clothes. They both know that no amount of words will cut each other's wounds. Only skin-to-skin contact can feel each other's temperature. Forget all the pain and struggle, just at this moment, indulging in the time and space with only each other.
Yan Sikong said vaguely: "You said, Bi Luo Huang Quan, stay with me..."
"Yes, yes." Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's slender legs, and fought wildly, as if only this kind of depth could detect Yan Sikong's heart.
Yan Sikong smiled bitterly, his body was flooded with pleasure, but at the same time he was overwhelmed by despair. The two are tightly entangled, unwilling to miss a drop of sweat and a trace of warmth from each other. Their hearts have gone too far, so they desperately want to close the physical distance, even if they are dragged into the abyss together, they will be happy.