Nagato has such a slim waist

The copper stove burns incense, and the crane holds the candle. Feng Yun's black hair was lightly pulled back, and she was dressed like a girl. There was a bit of unruliness hidden in her narrow smile, like an untamed beast in the jungle, without the dignity, gentleness, decency and grace seen at the banquet just now...

She was more than immodest.

It’s also very unseemly.

Those eyes seemed to be patrolling his own territory, looking at Pei Madang with a little provocation.

"Your Majesty, don't you dare?"

Pei Ran looked at her without saying a word.

Feng Yun raised his chin, gently curled his lips and smiled, adding gently, "Is it possible that you are afraid that... your Chang Shi will eat you?"

Her voice is soft and sweet, crisp and soft, like falling snow, infinitely full...

Pei Ran squinted his eyes slightly and noticed that there was paper and pen placed on the wooden table of Nuan Pavilion.

The pen looks familiar.

Le Zhengzi system.

Pei Madang's pupils were dim, as if stained by a storm.

On that rainy night, past events related to this pen came one after another...

"Isn't this Yun Niang's treasure?" Pei Mang didn't look at the pen, sat down as if nothing had happened, and took away the wine bottle and cup in front of her.

"Why are you in the mood to take out the invitation card tonight?"

Feng Yun smiled narrowly.

"Because I want to punish you."

Pei Ran looked at her and said, "Mother Yun, did you drink too much?"

Feng Yun's lips curled up slightly, "Your Majesty, you are really unfunny. This is the joy of the boudoir..."

Pei Mann narrowed his eyes and saw that there was no abnormality in her eyebrows, and said politely:

"The matter has come to this, why bother yourself? Give him some more time to think carefully..."

He was talking about Wen Xingsu.

These days, he did not come to Huaxi.

There was not even a word about Feng Yun's beating of Mr. Chen.

But since the matter was so big, it was impossible for Wen Xingsu not to know about it.

He thought Feng Yun was sad because of this and drank to drown his sorrows.

Feng Yun didn't understand what he was talking about at all, and said with a low smile:
"How long do you want your Majesty to think about it? It doesn't matter. You can wait as long as you want. It's just that you won't give the antidote. If the East family doesn't have it, why can't I ask the West family to get it?"

Pei Madang frowned.

Antidote?

He grabbed Feng Yun's arm.

"What are you talking about?"

Feng Yun wanted to push him away, but didn't push him. He squinted his eyes with a mocking smile.

"Is your Majesty really confused, or are you just pretending to be confused?"

She sneered, extremely dissatisfied.

"He is not afraid of other people's jokes. He has a wife and a house, but he still relies on taking those harmful medicines to restrain and suppress himself. Fortunately, the Puyang medical officer has a strict mouth. If someone accidentally spreads the word... what will others think? I'm afraid they will say that your wife is dead, a stone, or a piece of wood, which makes her husband unable to have sexual desire. Or maybe she thinks that she is guarding her body like a jade for someone..."

Only then did Pei Ran understand what she was doing.

"I don't know a good person's heart." Pei Ran hummed.

If he hadn't taken care of her, why would he have wronged himself?

"Besides, when have I ever protected myself like a jade? Yun Niang is reasonable."

Feng Yun smiled at him meaningfully.

She made a special effort to drink some wine, just to pave the way for being unreasonable...

You've already drunk, why should you be reasonable?
"I don't want to hear that."

She pulled away Pei Man's hand, and the fire in the thermal pavilion heated the tip of her nose to a layer of sweat, making her look indescribably soft and charming.

"Your Majesty, you have offended me and must be punished."

Pei Madang's body felt hot.

Even though she didn't do anything, he was thirsty and unbearable, as if he had been seduced by some demon. The blood rushed to his abdomen, and he had a faint tendency to raise his head.

Pei Ran followed her words and said, "How to punish him?"

Feng Yun pursed his lips and said slowly: "Here, copy a reply post... let me take a look."

Pei Ran's brows sank.

"I said, I don't understand Le Zhengzi. I don't know how to reply."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know. I'll teach you." Feng Yun seemed to be waiting for this sentence and motioned for Pei Madang to sit down. She lay on his spacious back, stretched out her hand and held his.

Small hands cannot hold big hands. The scene made Pei Ran's eyes a little hot, as if coals of fire were rolling down his throat, and his body was hot.

He said hoarsely, "Mother Yun, it's getting late."

Feng Yun lowered his eyebrows and smiled softly, "Go to bed early after writing."

She shook the disobedient hand dissatisfiedly and said, "Come on, follow me."

Pei Ran glanced sideways, looking at the girl's rosy face.

No one has ever spoken so freely in front of him...

Just obey.

He narrowed his cold eyes slightly, let her hold her hand, and stroked the paper horizontally...

"Look, isn't this writing very good?" Feng Yun said in a soft tone, "White goat hair, jade pen barrel, really good pen..."

As I write, the tip of my pen suddenly turns...

"Your Majesty." Her eyes were bright, her nose straightened and her lips straight, she looked straight over, making people feel confused.

"With such a good pen, besides writing, can it do anything else?"

Pei Madang's throat tightened.

What happened that night comes to mind clearly...

The new tip of the pen sweeps over the smooth skin.

Press, knead and turn...

However, at that time, she was suffering from a poisonous attack and was delirious. She had no idea... what he had done with the pen.

Pei Madang coughed slightly and looked serious.

“Besides writing, what else can a pen do?”

Feng Yun said: "Painting. Stupid." Pei Madang's heart was beating fast, his face was expressionless, he nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yun paused with his pen and looked at him suddenly and slyly.

"...You can write and draw with an ordinary pen. Why is Lezhengzi's pen so famous? This pen must have other wonderful uses..."

Pei Madang's eyes darkened and he said, "Yunniang said that Le Zhengzi's pen is soft, strong and durable."

"That's absolutely correct." Feng Yun chuckled and rolled the pen tip lightly on the paper. "When it should be soft, it is soft. When it should be strong, it is strong. It is much more obedient than the king..."

"Yunniang..."

By this time, Pei Ran no longer took chances.

"Do you remember everything that happened that night?"

"Remember what?" Feng Yun looked confused.

Pei Madang's throat seemed to be stuck.

After that night, when she woke up the next day, she couldn't remember anything and didn't admit it. There was no way she knew the secret of the pen...

Pei Ran lowered his eyes and said, "Write carefully."

"What a good student." Feng Yun glanced at him, "If you are willing to sincerely admit your mistake to me, I might be able to show mercy."

Pei Ran:......

She asked: "Don't you want to?"

"It's my fault." Pei Ran slowly held her hand back and said coldly: "Mother Yun is right in scolding you. I really didn't expect this and ignored your feelings."

Have you really given in?
This is what makes the sun come out in the west.

Feng Yun never thought that Pei Madang could be so easy to bully...

Her eyes were filled with smiles, she glanced at him critically, her gaze dropped, her pen sharply turned again, and she drew a long ink mark on the paper, and then she let go.

"It's okay not to write a reply post, just write something else."

Because the reply was due to her and Xiao Cheng's elegance, Pei Madang felt conflicted and didn't want to mess with it at all.

As long as it's not it, what's the harm in the side?
"Okay." He replied simply.

As if he had read through his mind, Feng Yun smiled slowly, took out a booklet from under the cushion, and placed one page in front of him.

"Write like this."

Pei Madang took a closer look and tightened his arms slightly.

"Yunniang has a rich collection of books."

"It's ridiculous." Feng Yun seemed to be unable to see his expression, he raised his chin and said, "Write."

It was a crooked pamphlet.

The miscellaneous poems above are not very serious either.

Pei Ran's hands couldn't write such explicit sentences.

Feng Yun knew what kind of person he was, so he was even more interested.

"What worries does the king have?"

Asking questions knowingly!

Pei Ran pondered for a moment, put down his pen, leaned over, placed his hands on both sides of her, and stared into her eyes unblinkingly.

"Wouldn't it make people laugh if I wrote this? Change it."

"Well. The majestic King Yonghuai, it is really inappropriate to write some erotic poems..."

Feng Yun said lightly, nodded, and said very considerately:

"You don't have to write it down. The king will read it to me."

"Yunniang..." Pei Ran had a headache.

It was obvious that he didn't want to make things easier for him.

How could he express such a thing?
"Don't you want to?" Feng Yun leaned over, put his arms around his neck, and breathed like a blue, "I like your Majesty to read to me."

Pei Ran looked down at her.

The bun is loose and the neck is slender.

This is killing him.

"I wrote."

He rubbed his brows, sighed helplessly, rolled up his sleeves, dipped his hands in ink, and started writing seriously.

Feng Yun stretched his head to take a look.

He stopped.

Feng Yun got out of the way.

He writes again.

Feng Yun stretched his head again.

He frowned and stopped writing, staring at her sideways.

Feng Yun raised his eyebrows, curled his lips and smiled softly. He pulled the soft pillow under his waist and lay down carelessly. As if he was bored, he casually stretched out his toes and slipped them from his waist.

Pei Ran's hand shook.

The ink spreads.

"Go on." Feng Yun smiled warmly, staring at him with deer-like eyes, pure and innocent, as if he didn't know how bad he was.

Pei Ran didn't make a sound.

The night light outlined his handsome face, serious and upright.

The writing is:
"My waist is so thin that I am weak. Call me to have a taste..."

Written word by word, slowly and forcefully.

In the end, I wrote until the corners of my eyes were red, and a thin layer of sweat spread down my back...

I can’t write anymore.

The little feet are white, thin, and very flexible. The toes are not painted with red flowers, but they look like butterflies playing with their pistils, rowing an oar and drawing a boat. With every move, they set off huge waves...

"Yunniang..." He stared sideways at Feng Yun. The Adam's apple rolled, and there seemed to be a burning flame in the pit of my heart.

He put down his pen and stretched out his arm to hug her. Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his hand, she pressed it down with a smile.

"Not urgent."

The little lady has a bad mind and teases her but refuses to finish her sex. A pair of slightly drunken eyes looked at him openly, half-smiling but not smiling, and slowly took off his undress, giving an order.

"Lie down." (End of chapter)