Nagato has such a slim waist

When Feng Yun came in, the painter and the piano player lowered their heads.

To prevent the cold wind from entering, a thick curtain was hung in the room.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly quiet.

Wen Xingsu's "waist" sound was particularly clear...

Feng Yun thought he saw her, smelled the smell of wine in the room, frowned, walked over and sat on the soft wooden couch she had arranged herself, signaled Pinshu to bring the water, wrung out the handkerchief, and wiped it with her own hands Wipe Wen Xingsu’s face.

"Chun Yuyan is just a lunatic. Why should I pay attention to him, brother? He is toasting you with wine. If you don't want to drink it, just don't drink it. There is no need to give him face."

A soft voice could be heard faintly, and there were blurry shadows in the light. Wen Xingsu half-closed his eyes, opening them and then closing them as if in a dream.

"Go away quickly...I am not a gentleman..."

His throat was dry and his voice was a little hoarse.

Feng Yun was stunned, laughed out loud, then bent down to see through the veil and ordered Xiao Man.

"I'm so drunk...go ask Zao Shang to cook a bowl of hangover soup for Da Langjun."

There was a faint woody fragrance in his nose, and Wen Xingsu was sure that he was not dreaming.

The waist is right in front of you, taking care of him who is drunk...

Wen Xingsu stiffened and pulled the quilt to cover his body.

"You go watch the fireworks and don't worry about me."

Feng Yun opened his hand and raised his lips with a smile.

"You are my brother, I don't care about you, who cares about you?"

Feng Yun lifted the quilt that was pressed against his collar, wiped his neck, and said:

"Drink the hangover soup and then take a bath, and you will feel better. If you still feel uncomfortable, ask Dr. Yao to come over and take a look. His medicine will not make you feel uncomfortable after taking it."

"No need..." Wen Xingsu watched the hanging tent move slightly, and his eyes were full of Feng Yun's shadow.

The little hands rubbed against his skin from time to time, and the evil energy jumped up in waves, and the flames of lust seemed to burn from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

His hands were helpless as he pulled the quilt, his black eyes were as deep as ancient wells, he controlled his breathing, his Adam's apple rolled along with it, and he sighed vaguely.

"Brother is causing trouble for you."

Feng Yun didn't like him being such a heretic.

Looking into Wen Xingsu's eyes, he felt that the drunk eldest brother's eyes were particularly deep and charming. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth crazily.

The eldest brother is a humble gentleman, always speaks and behaves in a moderate manner, and will never let anyone see him lose his composure.

In all his life, this was the first time Feng Yun had seen him drunk like this.

"I know you feel uncomfortable."

Feng Yun sat on the edge of the couch and stared at him.

"I also understand why you accompany Chun Yuyan to go crazy."

Wen Xingsu felt a headache, which made her stare at her almond-shaped eyes like water mist, her heart surged, and her emotions were particularly difficult to control.

Sure enough, drinking wine can easily lead to daydream...

Just like a person who has been trekking in the wilderness for a long time and is extremely thirsty, and suddenly sees a clear spring, his blood is all over his body and he is screaming, and his emotions are so impulsive that he can hardly control himself.

Several times, he wanted to hold that soft white hand, pull her into his arms, and express his love for her.

"On New Year's Eve, every family is reunited. You, me, Chun Yuyan, the three of us...we have been together for the whole New Year, but we are also homeless. My eldest brother is pitiful that he is alone and misses his family..."

Feng Yun didn't notice the change in Wen Xingsu's eyes, he spoke in a low voice and smiled again.

"This is also my first year."

"Waist..." Wen Xingsu held her hand, his palms slightly wet with sweat, and his dark eyes were a little scarlet.

Feng Yun smiled bitterly, pushed his hand away, bent down, and wiped away the fine sweat that had appeared on his forehead again.

"Brother, there's no need to comfort me. I haven't finished my words yet. Although it's my first time to celebrate the New Year by myself, I like it very much. I feel more comfortable every New Year's Eve in Feng Mansion than after my mother left."

Wen Xingsu rolled his empty palms.

"It's my brother who didn't protect you."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" When Feng Yun wiped his sweat, he noticed the heat on his body and pushed the quilt aside.

"The Kang is too hot here. If you feel uncomfortable, can I move you to another room?"

"It's very good here." Wen Xingsu's back was dripping with sweat.

He knew very well that the heat in his body came not only from the kang, but also from the obsession in his heart that he couldn't get what he wanted.

Wen Xingsu hesitated for a moment, looked at his exposed hand, slowly retracted it, covered it in the quilt, and held it tightly.

Everything has been finalized.

He couldn't let this hand break it himself and expose his wolfish ambition...

The two talked for a while. Wen Xingsu's eyes were red and he was a little stubborn. Feng Yun waited for the servant to bring the sobering soup and asked Wen Xingsu to drink it. Then he asked Nong Qin and Si Hua to take him to take a bath, and he and Xiao Man walk out.

The fireworks are almost gone.

Everyone in Nagato was very happy.

Everyone's face was filled with joy.

Chun Yuyan is missing.

She asked Xing Bing, "Where is the Crown Prince?"

Xing Bing said: "The prince said that he was not interested in watching, so he went back to rest." Feng Yun nodded slightly, feeling suffocated for a moment in his heart.

Prince Yunchuan was spoiled and arrogant. Everything went as he wished, but his family was never happy.

But in such a world, how many people can seek perfection?

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

Feng Yun raised his head and looked at the flying snow flying in the sky under the night light, and the secret message from Luo Yue came to his mind.

The letter didn't say anything else. Feng Yun didn't know the source of the information, but Luo Yue dared to take such a big risk and block the future of the child in her belly and Wei Zheng's future by telling her this. It must be true...

The problem is that You Yi has delayed his trip due to heavy snow. At this time, it may have already happened.

With thousands of obstacles hindering her, it is actually too late for her to do anything now...

But half an hour ago, she still called Lin Zhuo and gave him some instructions, asking him to return to Beijing immediately...

"My son, my son..."

Suddenly there was a shout from behind.

Feng Yun turned around, passed by the figure standing under the eaves, and was slightly startled.

I don't know when Chun Yuyan came over again. He was wearing a long brocade robe and fur cloak. He was tall and slender. His delicate facial features were obscured by the mask and looked a bit weird, but his pair of beautiful androgynous eyes were like the work of a painter. The carvings gave off an aura of decadence in the night light, and the slightly pursed corners of the mouth were even more enchanting.

"It's so nice to talk about people behind their backs."

Feng Yun met his eyes and was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening.

Chun Yuyan was scolding her.

But shouldn't Chun Yuyan know what she just said to Wen Xingsu?

Unless, he or his people are hiding under the back window of Wen Xingsu's house...

Feng Yun smiled and was too lazy to deny it.

"The prince stays up late at night and only listens to the corner?"

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."

Chun Yuyan's voice was lazy, with a long tail. After saying that, he waved his sleeves heavily, turned around and left, leaving Feng Yun with that meaningful look, which was extremely cold. If it weren't for the fact that there were so many happy people on New Year's Eve, and that mask It can scare people into sickness.

Feng Yun touched his tight throat, saluted him from afar, and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty, walk slowly."

This gentle voice was like a gentle spring breeze, which made Chunyu Yan's back tense.

He paused and walked away again.

Feng Yun breathed a sigh of relief and said to Xiaoman: "Let's go back to the house."

They both left one after the other.

Not far away, Jiang Yin, who was setting off fireworks with Nan Kui, turned around. It wasn't until Nan Kui pulled her that her stiff body relaxed.

"coming."
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Zhongjing.

The sky is filled with snow.

On the night of New Year's Eve, Li Zongxun adopted the four-year-old Yuan Shuo, the eldest son of King Runan, into the name of Emperor Xifeng. He knelt down and called Li Sangruo "Queen Mother", performed a great ceremony, and recorded it in the genealogy.

He was so fast that he didn't even wait to discuss the posthumous title of the little emperor Xinghe who had just been born in Bintian.

Li Sangruo sat down with His Highness and received the tea weakly, then returned to the back hall and cried bitterly again.

"I have a biological mother. Today I recognize Ai's family as my mother, but tomorrow when my son grows up and starts a career, he may not know who he will honor..."

She lost her temper.

Tang Shaogong watched as usual, and after she finished getting angry, he asked, "Your Highness, does he have any other ideas?"

Li Sangruo stared at him, furious.

Without her biological son, she really has no better solution. If she doesn't recognize Yuanshuo as her son, she will have nothing to rely on...

"The Ai family just don't want to make wedding clothes for others."

Tang Shaogong said calmly: "Don't worry, Your Highness. In the cold winter months, Princess Runan, who lost her child, may become sick with worry."

Li Sangruo stopped and looked up at him, twitching the corners of his lips and revealing a weird smile.

"Uncle Shao Gong, he is really a cold-blooded person."

Tang Shaogong's face was expressionless, "Your Highness doesn't like this arrangement. You can think of other ways."

"No need." Li Sangruo lay down lazily and looked at the tent ceiling with his eyes open, "How are you going to deal with Pei Lang?"

Tang Shaogong looked at him with strange eyes.

"Your Highness is still thinking about him?"

Li Sangruo snorted, "The Ai family must know what fate you have arranged for him?"

Tang Shaogong said: "The Prime Minister has his own opinions. His Highness is still weak, so he should take care of himself."

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the wind and snow did not stop, and the beams and roofs were covered with snow.

Before dawn, a fast horse rode through the long street and braved the wind and snow into the inner city.

"Report——"

"The Beirong Tribe Alliance is coming to invade the northwest of Shanxi Province!"