The empress of fast wear is married

Chapter 633 Qingqiu Fox (38)

"..."

The boy paused for breath, waiting for her next words.

He didn't know why he was so nervous, and he didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

Afraid of missing an important word in her next words.

Under Wei Qingci's slender, thick, black and curly eyelashes, her pupils, which were faintly silver in the moonlight, stared at the woman's lazy and beautiful smiling face without blinking.

Whether it's facial expressions or eyes, they are too focused.

Fenghua suddenly smiled.

Some words that were about to come to my lips, suddenly I don't want to say them anymore.

She held her chin, and slowly approached, under the increasingly tense expression of the boy's delicate snow-white cheeks stained with a faint peach color and blush, she got so close that she was only an inch away from his face.

The rich aroma of wine faintly lingered between the two of them when they breathed.

Wei Qingci originally planned to retreat a little bit, but for some reason, he thought about it, but he didn't move.

Fenghua had a panoramic view of the young man's small movements, his red lips slightly curved into a beautiful smile, and finally opened his mouth slowly, repeated the words just now, and said: "It means...Young Master is Young Master. "

After all, it was just vague, deviated from the original topic, and didn't get to the point.

There was nothing he wanted to hear.

Although, Wei Qingci didn't know exactly what he wanted to hear.

A wisp of lost emotion permeated my heart, replacing the original expectation and tension.

Gradually, the boy recalled one thing: he was tricked.

As this thought flashed across his mind, the youth's self-esteem and pride were unavoidably frustrated, and he became a little bit annoyed.

Wei Qingci turned his face away, and he could vaguely see that delicate snow-white ears were stained with a thin blush.

Delicate and attractive, extremely delicious.

Maybe it's because the strong alcohol evaporates the water in the body, maybe it's because the rickety carriage makes people dizzy, maybe it's because the night outside the window of the carriage is so beautiful...

Her Majesty's mouth was a little dry, her red lips parted slightly.

The feeling of wetness came from the right ear, which made Wei Qingci's brain buzz, and something exploded.

The boy's body was stiff, and it took him a long time to regain his senses. He turned his head mechanically, "You..."

The woman gently opened his ears and looked at him, "I saw that the young master was very attractive, and for a moment... I couldn't help myself."

She said, smiling shyly.

In the darkness, she looks like a fairy who inhales the breath and confuses people's minds.

Looking at him beautifully with black and white eyes, he asked with a soft and low voice with a smile on his face:
"Young master, do you want to kiss me?"

"..."

The boy froze.

He didn't answer.

His eyes were dazed with a strange and impressive color, and he pursed his lips as if he was in a tangle, staring fixedly at her.

Don't talk.

Silent, even by default.

Her Majesty the Empress, who has learned robber logic very well and applied what she has learned, nimbly changed concepts, looked at the beauty in front of her, raised her hand to pinch the young man's delicate jaw, and gently lifted it like a playboy.

Before the boy reacted and readily agreed or refused to resist, he forcefully covered him.

The boy was completely stunned.

The body never moved a bit, and even the corners of the clothes were hanging down like flowing clouds, flowers blooming and falling, no surprises.

Only the slender, thick, black and curly eyelashes are slightly drooping, sometimes trembling and fluttering like a pteris.

The overly slender eyelashes flickered across her fair and smooth cheeks, tickling.

The feathers and eyelashes are intertwined, and the breathing is intertwined.

No longer satisfied with the simple touch between lips, Fenghua pinched the two crystal-clear snow-like fingers of the young man's delicate jaw, and with a little bit of strength, she half-bited the young man's lips, making the color even more vivid. Xue Xue, with a smile in his mouth, coaxed in a low voice: "... Be good, open your mouth."

Really domineering president.

Wei Qingci's elegant Adam's apple rolled, and in the carriage carriage, which was so quiet that only a little rough and hot breathing remained, there was a "gudong" swallowing sound, which was extraordinarily clear.

Fenghua laughed even more happily, and said vaguely with red lips: "My lord, don't force yourself..."

She leaned over, with a beautiful flower slightly rippling from the hem of her white skirt, and she knelt on the boy's lap.

In front of him is her, behind him is the wooden wall of the carriage, there is no way to retreat, no way to avoid.

Looking from a distance, the carriage was slowly driving in the dark, and the curtains of the carriage vaguely outlined a overlapping figure.

The woman sat on the boy's lap, her beautiful figure was elongated like a slender crescent moon, her long black hair poured down, covering half of her face.

Faint as a charm, enchanting and charming.

The faces of the two were very close, almost face to face, and their breaths lingered together.

Wei Qingci's heart was beating like a 'thump, bang, bang', shaking in his chest, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

His eyes were very dark, as if they were covered with a layer of flames, hiding the hot and thick magma.

Overwhelming.

"Ding! The target character Wei Qingci, favorability +10, strategy completion 45!"
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Under the driver's terrified expression, Wei Qingci got out of the car by himself, and walked back to the rouge shop quietly.

Behind him, the carriage was dark and empty, and there was no other person.

The coachman of the Zhongcheng Mansion, who had drunk two taels of wine, rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was not mistaken. There were two people when they got into the car, a man and a woman, and there was another person. Where did he go?
At this time, a gust of cool wind blew, and the long street was empty in the middle of the night, and there were no lights. Combined with the empty and dark carriage, there was an inexplicably gloomy feeling.

The coachman shuddered, and most of the drunkenness above him suddenly sobered up!
"Oh my god, I've bumped into a ghost, I've bumped into a ghost!"

He climbed up like hell, flicked his whip, and drove away in the carriage as if fleeing...

Open the door, close the door, walk to the counter in the dark, and ignite a candlestick, the flame flickers, and the light is faint.

After Wei Qingci re-cut the paper and made a body for Fenghua, or a container for the soul, she thought seriously and seriously: Maybe it should be a different container?
Otherwise later...

The young man lowered his eyebrows slightly, and under the candlelight, his slender fingers, which were crystal clear as snow, stroked his lips.

Laughed.

"Ding! The target character Wei Qingci, favorability +5, strategy completion 50!"

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Day two.

Unsurprisingly, a guest came to the rouge shop.

Mr. Zhongcheng was dressed in a dark red official uniform, with a flower feather cap on his head, a jade belt around his waist, and a precious jade pendant on the hem of his clothes. under the peach tree.

Tall and tall, slender and straight.

There was a hint of loneliness in that Fengshen and handsome back.

What are you lonely?

With great power in your hands and a lovely wife by your side, Wei Zhang, you should be happy in life to be happy, right?
Fenghua stood not far away, staring at the young man's back with changing eyes, and couldn't help thinking.

After a while, she walked towards him.

Xu Shi heard her footsteps, and the young Lord Zhong Cheng turned around.

He looked at her with deep eyes, his eyes seemed to be full of surprise, affection, and pain, and he traced her bright outline inch by inch.

Ruoyou sighed vaguely, and the first thing he said was: "You are Mei Niang, right?"

Fenghua smiled casually and calmly, and replied without revealing any flaws: "Who is Mei Niang? Did your lord admit the wrong person?"

Wei Zhang is sure that she is his Mei Niang, and doesn't believe her pretense.

He said to himself: "Don't rush to deny it, I know it's you. When did we know each other? Seven years old, or eight years old?"

The Fengshen and handsome young man suddenly smiled, his smile was a bit self-deprecating, and his voice was low and almost murmured: "For almost ten years, Meiniang, that's you, my childhood sweetheart whom I have known for ten years, tell me, how can I admit my mistake?"

Fenghua didn't speak.

Wei Zhang raised his brows and eyes with deep eyes, looked at her, and confided his heart: "You don't know, how sad I was when I heard the news of your death in Jinling three years ago, and you don't know, I saw you yesterday Standing in front of me alive, well, how surprised and happy I was when I didn’t sleep forever in the ground.”

"Mei Niang, you are really cruel."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but step forward and hold her shoulder, touched her again after three years, and asked, "Where have you been these three years? Since you're alive, why didn't you come to me?"

(End of this chapter)