Fall In Love With A Substitute

The Xiangqiu rubbed the back of Song Pianju's hand affectionately.

Song Pianyu looked down at it, picked it up, put it properly at the end of the bed, and put it out of Feng Yuexian's reach.

When she moved, Feng Yuexian looked at her, tilted her head slightly, and followed her with her eyes.

Song Pianzhen turned her head and saw Feng Yuexian act like this.

Her black pupils looked extraordinarily clear and pure at this time, seeming to contain pure innocent curiosity.

Like a Persian cat lying on its side, with a charming figure.

The jewel-like cat's eyes that I saw also carried the unique innocence of small animals, and the closeness and trust in the owner.

Song Pianzhen stretched out her hand to tidy up her slightly messy hair.

Feng Yuexian has always been strong and secretive, but the hair is extremely soft, like a pliable rush, which is coiled between Song Pian's fingers.

Crow-colored blue silk and frost-like fingers are entangled in one place.

Song Pianyu asked her:

"Dizzy?"

Feng Yuexian shook his head.

"Is that thirsty?"

Feng Yuexian still shook his head.

"In that case, it's good to have a rest, and I want to come to sleep, so I'm relieved."

Song Pianhu said as she combed with her hands, she followed the three thousand green silks on the bed for her.

Caressing such a soft Feng Yuexian, even Song Pianju's voice can't help but linger.

Feng Yuexian raised her face slightly, frowning, as if complaining and acting like a baby:

"I was not dizzy originally, but when you asked, I dizzy."

Song Pian laughed, what's the truth.

Could it be that he shook his head slightly and stunned himself?

Song Pianzhen seldom saw her look like this, feeling helpless in her heart, but also some incomprehensible likes and joys.

She wrapped the last strand of unbehaved sideburns behind Feng Yuexian's ears, and slid her fingertips down Feng Yuexian's ears.

Feng Yuexian's earlobes floated with rouge.

Song Pian chuckled lightly, and then placed her warm palm against Feng Yuexian's white cheeks, and lifted her face with slight pressure.

She leaned over, placed a soft kiss between Fengyue's eyebrows.

The sunlight poured in through the veil of Bo Luo, soft as gold, hazy and passionate.

In a place that Song Pianju couldn't see, Feng Yue squinted her eyes in a relaxed manner.

In the half-closed eyes, what seemed to be revealing was a growing desire and a eager plot.

After two or three breaths, Song Pian stepped back a bit, her tone like coaxing a child:

"Sleep obediently, eh?"

How could Feng Yuexian be good.

She didn't speak, she looked at Song Pianju with a pair of glazed eyes, her full lips moved gently like a rose in the wind.

The amorous feelings are quietly scattered, and the words are still in silence.

Song Pianzhen's heart moved, and her subordinates moved with her. She swept her thumb across Feng Yuexian's cheeks, and with some force, she wiped out the rouge color as thin as the evening cloud.

Finally, the fingertips fell on her lips.

Song Pianzhen had no choice but to kiss her again.

She is not used to being close to people.

Especially for physical contact such as holding hands, arm arms, and hugging, she would never take the initiative to do it unless etiquette, let alone further intimate actions.

But facing the person in front of him, there seems to be no rejection.

Song Pianju's kiss fell to his finger, and he kissed the thorny Fengli rose.

On the contrary, because of the longer we get along, the more we feel intimacy.

Like the softest bird's beak, pecking and kissing the delicate rose buds, she smelled the faint fragrance wrapped in layers of petals between her nose after soothing.

If there seems to be nothing, it lingers in the warm breath of the two.

In order to confirm the existence of the fragrance, Song Pianzhen tried to poke into the bud.

The tender and juicy petals open themselves, extremely obedient.

Within the petals, Song Pianju tasted the sweet aroma of wine.

Drink alone among the flowers, Yulu Qiongye.

The more the product is thicker, the rich silver wire can be brought out.

No matter how sober you are, you will be drunk.

While slightly drunk, Song Pianzhen's hand was dragged to another place by a gentle force.

Song Pianjiao's hot breath escaped, her hands trembled, but she was firmly pressed there, Feng Yuexian refused to let her go.

Is Feng Yuexian drunk or awake?

Before she could think more, she was dragged into bliss.

The beautiful eyes are cat's eyes with colored glaze pupils, and the lips are full of buds and calyxes.

The body is caged under the misty rainy shirt, and it is urgent for people to pick up the clouds and make the moon clear.

Song Pianzhen still didn't know how drunk Feng Yuexian was.

She stroked it away.

The milky calyx is soft and greasy, warm and fragrant.

Like a soft peach, a small nest collapsed under his fingers, filled with amber honey wine, tremblingly inviting guests to taste.

The curtain was swayed by the wind, and the light and shadow shook.

Song Pianqi leaned forward.

Feng Yuexian leaned back.

The temples are scattered like clouds, and the cheeks are red.

After Song Yingguang's injury on her forehead was almost healed, she always ran to the East Palace.

She also wanted to go to the East Palace before, but the mother and concubine refused, saying that the emperor's brother was busy with state affairs and the emperor's wife wanted to take care of the sixth palace, so don't disturb them.

When she got well, I don't know if it was the mother and concubine who pityed her, or because of other reasons, not only did she not restrain her, she even took the initiative to send her to the East Palace, and asked the emperor brother to instruct her to learn Chinese.

But for some reason, most of the imperial sister-in-law instructed her.

Song Yingguang went to ask the mother and concubine about the reason, the concubine said after pondering, Xu is the prince concubine very virtuous and considerate, pity the prince's body, take the initiative to do her work.

Of course, it is also possible that the princess has no children under her knees since her wedding, so she likes shining very much.

Song Yingguang suddenly realized.

The emperor's wife looked cold and majestic, she was so gentle, and she liked to get close to herself.

If nothing else, He Qiuchan was relieved. In this way, even though Feng Yuexian is fiercer than men in major events, she is a woman with a motherly heart, with a soft side.

Song Yingguang also understood. Since then, her clinging object has changed from the imperial brother to the imperial wife——

Obviously, the emperor's wife prefers herself.

"Why does Song Yingguang always come these days?" Feng Yuexian said in disgust, "He Jieyu also fell in love with playing the leaf card, so she has no time to bring children?"

Song Pianzhen drank tea and said innocently:

"Perhaps it was you who gave your advice very well."

Feng Yuexian raised her eyebrows lightly:

"Take me as a master?"

Feng Yuexian is known for his talent, and teaching young children to literate is indeed overkill. Song Pian coughed and said:

"Next time the light comes again, I will do it—"

"It feels good to be a master." Feng Yuexian changed his words with a calm expression.

Song Pianju said "Oh", maintaining a calm look, slowly savoring the tea.

I didn't hold back, and a smile came out from my lips.

"..."

Feng Yuexian pretended to be unintentional, and said while arranging the calligraphy and painting, "When the time comes, when the emperor grandson stands up, he will inevitably teach him, so I should practice with Song Yingguang."

Song Pianzhen resisted the urge to shake his head and laugh.

Feng Yuexian was really... he was extremely serious and proper when he was teaching, so he wanted to say so.

She didn't expose it.

In turn, because of this sentence, I remembered the vassal kings who were going to Beijing.

Due to the different geographical distances, the princes came to Beijing one after another. If you want to come, the nearest King Pingjin is about to go to Beijing. Recently, Qinghe's expression is much brighter.

"When will Northwest King arrive?"

Feng Yuexian had a pause while scrolling the scroll, and answered simply:

"According to the letter, we should stop in ten days."

"At that time, the General Mansion will send someone to welcome?"

"Well, the manager will go with a few cousins."

Song Pianqi sipped the scent of tea and smiled slightly:

"Since then, let Xu Jing go and welcome me."

Feng Yuexian raised her eyes and glanced at Song Pianzhen.

When Xu Jing walked outside, he replaced the crown prince's name. People around the prince greeted the king of the Northwest? This intimacy is evident.

"You haven't seen the princess for many years? Wait for them to rest, and two days later, invite the princess to see him in the palace." Song Pianzhen said, looking sideways, and said:

"I know you can meet her in the palace, but there is no way to meet her in the palace."

"As for the influence of North Korea-we have been in business for a long time, no one can say that it is shaken and moved."

Song Pian smirked, although as soft as ever, he was extremely confident and affirmative.

"In the past, the king of Chu was unscrupulous. Now--"

It's them.

Song Pianjiao had clear eyes, just sitting there, it was Langyue Qingfeng, pure and bright.

She didn't finish, but Feng Yuexian didn't need her to say everything.

Seeing Song Pian smile, she laughed.

Between the brows and eyes, the look is flying.

Song Yingguang went to the East Palace again.

She always went to the East Palace to eat and drink. He Qiuchan was not embarrassed, so she thought of the law and brought something to the East Palace.

The entrance is definitely not suitable, and there is a fear of being manipulated.

The East Palace has never lacked anything. It should be said that if there is something that can't even be found in the East Palace, the upper and lower palaces are definitely gone.

Therefore, every time you take some odd and novel things, you have the right to be your mind.

This time, He Jieyu gave a picture of a raccoon slave. It was because Song Pianju once saw a Persian cat raised by a nobleman. He glanced at it for a few times. He Jieyu knew about it afterwards, so he could not give it to him.

Song Yingguang personally hugged the painting and walked into the East Palace.

Xiao Shizi had long been used to this little guest, and smiled and led Song Yingguang to the main hall, and said something to be auspicious.

Song Yingguang was like rice dumplings, with a very good temper, and the two of them talked a lot when asked and answered.

When he came to the gate of the temple, Xiao Shizi remembered that there was nothing else to tell.

"His Royal Highness, there are visitors from the East Palace today. This meeting is talking to the prince and the prince."

"Then I shouldn't have come." Song Yingguang blinked, and the emperor's brother and sister-in-law have no time today.

"No, no, what are you talking about? Your Royal Highness has confessed. The Little Highness has arrived. Come here to say hello, and you can go to the small study to warm up."

Song Yingguang nodded. She hugged the picture scroll in her arms, and was about to ask Xiao Shizi to put the picture in the small study room. When she came to see guests again, someone came out of the hall.

The curtain was lifted.

Song Yingguang looked over subconsciously.

I saw a girl with a head taller than herself came out.

She was wearing a water-green breasted skirt, dotted with light pink, fresh and pleasant, with brows and eyes looking forward to flying away, and the smile on her lips was extremely calm, making people know at first sight that she is a person who likes to laugh.

And compared with Song Yingguang's common court ladies, she was more comfortable.

Even a pair of eyes can laugh.

When Song Yingguang saw such a person, she stared at her in a daze, and she didn't know if she had recovered.

"You have been talking for a long time, why don't you come in?" The girl's voice was free and easy, "Cousin asked me to come out and have a look."

The girl looked down slightly, and Song Yingguang hugged the picture scroll tightly.

What should I say at this time?

She grew up in the palace and hadn't seen any female companions since she was a child. At this moment, she was at a loss and smiled at the person.

"Is this the little cousin my cousin husband said?"

The girl raised her eyebrows, her eyebrows were thick and long, making her look extraordinarily reckless.

"Like a porcelain doll."

Who, who is the porcelain doll?

Song Yingguang's face was hot. Why did she say she was a porcelain doll? Is it because she didn't speak?

She bit her lip and said:

"I'm Song--well--"

The girl stretched out her hand and squeezed Song Yingguang's cheek.

"Soft, it's not a porcelain doll."

Song Yingguang was stunned.

She looked at the people in front of her and forgot to blink.

The little Shizi next to him screamed, anxious:

"Little princess, put your hands down quickly."

Behind the curtain came the sound of footsteps, accompanied by a call:

"Song Ruyan——"