The concubine is enchanting: the favorite princess

Chapter 339 Taking advantage of the drunkenness, hurry up and get things done

"Wu Qing, drink." Mu Ziyou's dark face glowed red, and the scar became less obvious.It's not a handsome face, but it looks very comfortable. It has a man's unique rigidity, but it is gentle and simple.

Looking at this drunk man, Lan'er's heart throbbed with pain.The slender bare hands gently caressed his slightly frowning brows, also wanting to heal the scars in his heart.

"Ahem, Ziruo, don't drink too much, you are a girl after all, don't mess around with that after drinking, if you suffer, brother will regret not taking good care of you." Ziyou scolded again, and then turned the page Standing alone, curled up facing inward, murmured and didn't know what to say.

Lan'er shook her head and smiled, then lowered her head and whispered in his ear: "Brother Mu, don't worry, if I sent him back to the room, he would have fallen asleep and not been bullied by others. But now I have to go and see Wu Qing, After all, he is also my adopted brother, so letting him lie under the table and sleep all night, it seems that Lan'er is not kind enough."

After finishing speaking, Lan'er covered Ziyou with a thin quilt, poured another glass of water and put it on his bedside, then turned and went out.But when he reached the door, he couldn't help but look back at Ziyou who was facing inward, and suddenly remembered what he said before, and his heart was churning.Ziyou said: If you want to do it, you should do it casually, don't regret it for the rest of your life!
Lan'er lowered her head, clutching the lapel of her clothes tightly with both hands, her face was red.He looked up at Ziyou who was already snoring slightly, gritted his teeth, and took out a small incense burner from his waist pouch.The incense burner is only half the size of a palm, and when opened, there is a spice the size of a soybean.

Lan'er took the spice to the candle and roasted it. After a puff of smoke was emitted, she put it into the incense burner and placed it on Ziyou's bedside.

Then Lan'er got up and walked quickly to the door, looked back, and went out.Don't forget to close the door.

Back in the hall, Wu Qing was still sitting on the ground, with his back leaning against the table leg, one hand resting on the chair beside him, and the other holding a wine glass, the wine in the glass had already spilled on his body.He also smelled of alcohol, so drunk that he could barely lift his head.

"Brother Wu, wake up, I'll ask someone to take you back to your room." Lan'er dug out the wine glass in Wu Qing's hand and put it back on the table, then pushed Wu Qing's shoulder.

Wu Qing opened his eyes in a daze, and recognized Lan'er, he grinned and said: "Lan'er, why are you here? Didn't you send Brother Mu back to the room? Brother, I thought... I thought, hehe, I thought You won't come out. You can make things happen while Brother Mu is drunk."

"Wu Qing, you are the big brother. Why are you not as good as Brother Mu? Or if you are the sister of Brother Mu, Brother Mu will care about her. You are my righteous brother, so you bully me like this?" Lan Er said Qiao blushed, and pushed Wu Qing hard, almost knocking him to the ground.

They all called out "Big Brother" in the same way, and when Mu Ziyou was drunk, she still wanted to tell Zi Ruo to drink less and stop having sex after drinking.But this Wu Qing is so unreliable.

"Hehe, Brother Wu knows what you're thinking. At the moment of spring night, I'm afraid there will be no chance after tonight. Go, go, don't blame Brother Ang for not reminding you, you may not be able to eat and live with your small body. Mu Eldest brother is a martial arts practitioner, and his skill is not inferior to Moli's. He is also a 27 or [-]-year-old boy, so he can endure longer than Moli."

After finishing speaking, Wu Qing laughed again "hehe".The smiling Lan'er's face was even more burning, she bit her lip and stared at Wu Qing fiercely, then reached out her hand and touched a chicken leg on the table.Looking at it, I don't know who took a bite, and no matter what Wu Qing thought, he stuffed it into his mouth at once.

Then he shouted: "Come here, send Master Wuqing back to his room." Hearing Lan Er's call, two guards ran in immediately.Each side helped Wu Qing one by one.

In fact, there are not so many rules in Yanling Pass, and they are all men and soldiers. They all like to drink, and some people are often drunk. It is common for Wu Qing and the others to drink and make trouble.So when Lan'er yelled, someone naturally came to send him back to his room.

However, Laner also instructed: "You two should work harder and stay at his door for one night. I am afraid that he will drink too much and will not be taken care of." In fact, what Laner wants to say is that he is afraid of Wu Qingjiu After having sex, she secretly ran out to cause trouble.

The two guards nodded in agreement, and helped Wu Qing to leave.

Lan'er glanced at the table full of wine and dishes, smelled the aroma of wine in the room, and gritted her teeth secretly.He stretched out his hand from the table and picked up another wine jug, shook it and there was still half a jug of wine in it, and poured it all in with his head raised.

Only then did she finally stop coughing, but she was always drunk, which made Lan'er feel a little dizzy.I just feel that my feet are fluttering and my body is hot.Then he shook his head and walked to the backyard.

Most of the master's bedrooms in the backyard had no candles, Moli and Fengyao's were the farthest from everyone, and Lan'er didn't dare to approach, because she was afraid of hearing something blushing and heart-warming.These days, the love between the princess and Mo Li cannot be hidden.

The door of Ziruo's room was closed tightly, Lan'er deliberately went to the door to listen, but there was no special sound in the room, and she knew that Ziruo was also in a deep sleep.

He walked around the rockery again and looked towards Wu Qing.Those two guards were still guarding the door, it seemed that Wu Qing would not come out tonight even if he made a fuss.

Finally, Lan'er turned to the door of Ziyou's room.The door of Ziyou's room was closed, and there was only a smear of yellow candlelight in the room.Lan'er pushed the door open and walked in. The fragrance in that room was the smell of the incense she lit just now.

Lan'er stood at the door for a long while, deeply inhaling the scent that lingered in the room, her heart became more drunk, and her whole body became hot.I looked into the inner room again, although there was a screen separating me, I could only see half of the bed, but I could see that the thin quilt on the bed had fallen to the ground, and the person on the bed seemed to be turning over constantly, as if he was not sleeping soundly .

Lan'er bit her lip, and pushed the door behind her backhand.He strode into the inner room, came to the bed and reached out to pick up the cup on the ground.When he raised his head again, his little face burned even more.

Ziyou's clothes were untied by himself, and a few beads of sweat rolled down on his muscular chest, which was almost black and shiny; his breathing was heavy like panting, and he writhed over and over on the bed, looking quite uncomfortable .

"Brother Mu, are you thirsty?" Lan'er came to the bed and reached out to touch Mu Ziyou's forehead.As soon as the little hand touched his forehead, both of them trembled. Mu Ziyou opened his big dark eyes and looked at Lan'er fixedly.Her lips moved, and she said hoarsely, "Well, I'm thirsty."

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