romantic flower

() Song Yi has already been greeted and respected by many people along the way, how can he be afraid of Qin Sitan's three glasses of wine at this time.

A toast to talent.

Two cups of respect.

Three cups toast to a century-old marriage......

After three glasses of wine, Qin Siqin suddenly lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down, making Qingyan, who was smiling, almost exclaimed.

Song Yi was almost startled by Qin Sitan's sudden movement and drew his sword, but after seeing him kneel down and salute, he calmed down and asked strangely, "Mr. How dare you do that?"

Huang Ying left the table and told Xiao Erping to retire and wait for others.

Qin Sitan raised his head and looked at Song Yi and said sincerely, "I didn't know you were here before, but I have admired your reputation for a long time. Now I want to be defeated by you, please accept me as a disciple..."

Song Yi said dumbfoundedly, "I didn't open a museum and set up a school, and I didn't have amazing art, how can I accept apprentices? Mr. Qin, get up quickly, please don't embarrass me!"

"I have heard about Mr. Cai's name for a long time, and I have been convinced by a few poems that have been spread to Qin's ears. It is actually a chance that my father and my subordinates can live in Bianzhou. The virtue of Mr. Bianzhou City is even more impressive. I admire it. Mr. Qin only knows how to use power, but has no real talent, so I want to ask Mr. for advice, please don't refuse!" Qin Sitan pleaded sincerely.

It was supposed to be a resentment meeting, but Song Yi never thought that it would become the current situation, his hand was almost on the knife, but now he was going to accept apprentices, which made Song Yi feel dumbfounded.

Song Yi persuaded him several times, but he still couldn't refuse Qin Sitan, and his previous obstinacy was aroused again, and even Huang Ying, who was beside him, couldn't laugh or cry.

In the end, Song Yi had no choice but to temporarily agree that if Qin Sitan had any problems, he would try his best to solve them for him, but as a teacher, he absolutely could not agree, and Qin Sitan finally agreed.

Three cups followed by another three cups, and Qin Sitan, who was supposed to be a rival in love, poured it away.

After drinking six glasses of wine for no reason, Song Yi's face was also slightly rosy

Later, Huang Ying helped Song Yi to her room where she usually rests temporarily, and then asked the chef to prepare a few delicate dishes and bring them into the room again, so that the two were really alone.

The table was originally a small table for the piano box, so Song Yi and Huang Ying had to sit on the floor. Fortunately, they could see a good view outside the window.

A cup of warm tea is lingering in the air, a bowl of fragrant rice is crystal clear and white, a few exquisite side dishes are delicious and tempting, and there is a compliant and delicate beauty opposite...

Song Yi couldn't help but chuckle.

Huang Ying asked suspiciously, "Why are you laughing at a bowl of white rice for no reason?"

Song Yi picked up his rice bowl, pinched his chopsticks and laughed, "Food, beautiful scenery, and beauties! This situation and this scene make me feel like a rich man!"

Huang Ying smiled impressively, and said with a slightly blushing face, "You are more than a rich man. Seeing how you subdue Mr. Qin who was originally difficult to deal with, you seem like a famous hero..."

"Your husband is a great hero, so are you happy or not?" Song Yi asked jokingly.

Huang Ying replied in a low voice with shame, "Naturally I am happy..."

Whispering, she lowered a blushing Zhenshou shyly, avoiding Song Yi's teasing eyes and dared not look at it.

Song Yi teased and said, "Since you are happy, why are you sitting so far away? Hurry up and sit down and serve your husband's meal!"

Huang Ying spat lightly and said, "Where it is far, it is clearly right in front of us."

Seeing that Huang Ying saw through her ambition and refused to come, Song Yi smiled badly, then suddenly got up and moved to sit beside Huang Ying, taking advantage of the opportunity to snuggle her into his arms!

The fragrance of her body hit her, and the beauty trembled in surprise...

Finally, Xiaobie is better than newlyweds, and Song Yi and Huang Ying were newly married not long ago, so they met Xiaobie.

Lovesickness is like a dove poisonous to the bone, and Song Yi just teases her slightly, and Huang Ying makes a melodious trembling sound to seduce the soul!

Huang Ying, who had already been winking like silk, was immediately pushed down by Song Yi on the ground covered with a soft carpet.

He has already been familiar with the road, his palm is like a soldering iron, every inch of his fingers is the sensitive place of Huang Ying, which makes Huang Ying tremble and scream endlessly!

Stripping off her clothes, a pair of huge and bright twin peaks trembled proudly, seductive!

Huang Yingzhen raised her head and leaned against the fragrant and delicious piano table behind her, her face was full of peach blossoms in March, full of red clouds, and her pair of watery eyes were as seductive as silk...Song Yi was only slightly touched by her swollen lips. With a touch of her chest, Huang Ying suddenly let out a crisp trembling sound as if she had been shocked by an electric shock, she was so startled that she quickly stretched out her jade hand to cover her small mouth, terrified and shy...

Unbearable torment, Huang Ying suddenly let go of the jade hand covering her mouth, pressed Song Yi's head to the back of Song Yi's head, and pressed his entire head onto her snow-white chest!

Song Yi was also taken aback for a moment, and then became drunk... he felt as if his head had sunk into a pile of agar nephrite, and was completely intoxicated physically and mentally by the intoxicating aroma of nai.

The moment Song Yi sank into her body, Huang Ying suddenly opened her small cherry mouth wide and let out a shameful cry, she raised her head and knocked over a bowl of white rice on the table...

She catered to Song Yi's demands with a difficult and embarrassing posture, and then shouted and sang amidst the joy and excitement.

Drenched in sweat several times, Huang Ying had already seen the real Buddha several times, as limp as mud, and the joy and beauty in it naturally made her flesh and blood crisp.

In a common gasp mixed with men and women, Huang Ying finally slumped on the carpet, leaving only the slight trembling of flesh and blood, and Song Yi finally rested limply on Huang Ying's snow-white belly, refusing to move a little more.

In the joy and chaos, Huangying was dissatisfied that Hongxia's cheeks were stained with a lot of snow-white rice, and then they were crushed and ground like mud.

This scene of disheveled black hair and white rice like mud all over the face and head adds a few flavors to the absurdity.It took about a few meals for Song Yi to get down from Huang Ying's belly, and then eat with Huang Ying in a strange atmosphere to replenish his strength, and finally began to tidy up his messy clothes and appearance.

It's just that Song Yi is fine, but Huang Ying's clothes have become wet and slippery because they were placed under the two of them before, and it is even more difficult to clean up the crushed rice sticking to the hair. In the end, Song Yi had to He went out again to fetch a new set of clothes for Huang Ying before he dared to go out.

In the small room of Huang Ying's simple and simple house, after taking a bath, Huang Ying, who is more pink and tender with clear soup and less noodles, leans on Song Yi's body and said, "For a while, Wang Su was always eager to help. It's been a while since I heard that I'm going to get married..."

Song Yi half-closed his eyes and remained silent, as if he was asleep.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Huang Ying asked again, "Are you really not going to see her?"

Song Yi said lightly, "I've seen it before, it's a little different."

Huang Ying was slightly surprised. She thought that Song Yi had never met Wang Su. At this moment, she felt that Song Yi's voice seemed too calm, but when she thought of her hardship and shame at the beginning, she suddenly realized that it was not Song Yi. Yi didn't understand what she was going to say, but his thoughts were a little elusive!

"Girls, they always look better when they get older. The so-called Eighteen Changes of Women... Now that you have seen it, what do you think?" Huang Ying asked curiously.

Song Yi smiled helplessly, "I've always heard that it's my wife who stops my husband from messing around, but why is it different when it comes to me? Are you encouraging me to do something? "

Huang Ying said with a shy smile, "All men in other families have three wives and four concubines. Husband, you are so eye-catching. I just think it would be better if acquaintances come in!"

"That's how Qingyan thought about you back then. If things go on like this, won't women who are similar to you all come in?" Song Yi asked with a playful smile.

Huang Ying hurriedly argued, "Of course not...too much is not good, then husband, how can you love me as much as today, I just want to listen to you, if you don't think about it , then it’s fine if I didn’t say anything.”

While talking, Song Yi regained his vitality unconsciously next to her warm body, like a soft and plump jade rabbit that he had been holding all the time, and unconsciously there was a cherry standing stubbornly and proudly on the top.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and Huang Ying suddenly felt that there was a cock on Song Yi's body, and immediately made a delicate trill and begged for mercy...

Begging for mercy, but it was a lively and fragrant lingering, and it didn't stop until the flesh and blood were numb.

It's so embarrassing to be upside down overnight!

The next day, Huang Ying took a day off at home and did not take care of the business of the game hall and Songji restaurant, while Song Yi went out to Dewang's mansion in high spirits.

It happened to be the birthday of Princess Mingche of Dewang Mansion, and De Wang knew that Song Yi had come to Bianzhou, so he used this reason to invite some close relatives and friends to Dewang Mansion for a banquet. The post was received by the maid last night!But because Song Yi and Huang Ying were doing a dragon and phoenix dance in the room at that time, the maid was listening to her heartbeat outside Fangwai, and her body was sweating hot, so she dared not bother her until the next morning. Song Yi.

After Song Yi accepted the post, he saw that Huang Ying was paralyzed and unable to get out of bed because of a night of madness, so he had to go to the banquet alone.

Arriving at Prince De's Mansion, he handed over the congratulatory gifts he bought along the way to the housekeeper, and was warmly welcomed into the backyard where the banquet was held.

At this time, the palace of King De is decorated with lanterns and festoons like a festive scene, and there is constant laughter and laughter in the courtyard. Song Yi happened to see King De talking to Wang Kuanglu and several dignitaries in the city. A figure rushing out from the slanting stab grabbed the sleeve and desperately pulled it to one side...

Song Yi was about to shake his hands, but he couldn't laugh or cry when he saw the little princess Ming Che in a new dress who was pulling his sleeves to the side.

It's just that Song Yi couldn't understand why this girl stared at him with cynical eyes, like a mastiff biting her clothes and dragging her, without a fierce and stubborn aura.