Drunken Exquisiteness

"Isn't Your Royal Highness in the front hall?" Shi Zhonghou asked casually just after recovering from the magic trick.

"What time is it?" Ye Tianling seemed to have a slight blame, but couldn't hide the smile.

Everyone felt that it was already the time of the sea, Su Niang smiled: "His Royal Highness must have returned to the new house and found that the princess has disappeared. Seeing that we only care about the trouble, I forgot the time. Tonight is the night of the bridal chamber!

Nangong patted his thigh: "Oh! I was fascinated by this formation. I didn't respect the wine or the joy. This is a sin. Please forgive your Highness and the princess!"

"It's endless. Who told you to study what counts at this time." Du Jun laughed, "You can't drink too much of such a wedding wine. The spring night is worth a thousand dollars!"

Qing Chen lowered his head, pursing her red lips. Ye Tianling laughed and scolded: "A group of unruly people!"

Everyone rejoiced again, all smiled and resigned, and walked away cleanly. Seeing their ambiguous expressions, Ye Tianling shook his head helplessly, but turned around to see Qing Chen standing by the table, looking at him with a smile.

She changed her Luan uniform into a haze and flowing cloud-like heavy ribbed dress. The bright red color was an intoxicating and intense color, but it turned a little bit darker and lighter, revealing some misty and misty covenants, and her **** were embroidered with a pair of thin feathers. The bird, and the trembling steps in the hair, contrasted with each other's brilliance, only set off the human style faintly, clearly and clearly, with a slight movement, it seemed to be trapped behind Qingyun, touching. He stepped forward and held her hand and said, "How can there be such a princess, no one will be found on the wedding night."

Qing Chen turned his head to look at him: "Did they not know you in advance?"

"Say." Ye Tianling raised her eyebrows, "There was a lot of noise in front of me, but I didn't remember it for a while."

"That's not to blame others." Qing Chenrou judo.

Ye Tianling smiled slightly, not arguing with her, but said: "Don't move."

"Huh?" Qing Chen was stunned, but he was slammed and hugged in his arms. From the corner of his eyes, the maid waiting outside all smiled and lowered his head, and hurriedly said softly, "There are still people!"

Ye Tianling only glanced back, and Yan Xi waved away the crowd with a knowing gesture. He also disappeared at the end of the corridor in a swift motion, leaving only the two of them quietly in an instant. "Is it ready now?" Ye Tianling asked with a low laugh.

Qing Chen's cheeks were red, and he whispered softly: "Where are you going to hold me? I will go by myself!"

"Go back to the new house!" Ye Tianling laughed at her shy appearance, a little bit drunk and comfortable, slightly drunk in this quiet spring night.

Qing Chen was annoyed by his smile, but had no choice but to let him hold himself and walk along the corridor to Shuyuyuan. Ye Tianling looked down at her along the way, did not speak, as if she could not see enough. Qing Chen quietly wrapped around his neck and nestled in his warm and solid arms. At that moment, it was gentle, thick, deep, and affectionate, as if the world were also intoxicated.

When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they win but countless in the world.

In the vast and dazzling starry sky, a bright Milky Way cleared across the sky, flying stars shattered into jade, gorgeous as weaving. Where the stars fell, a leaf of phoenix tree was light blue and purple, and the wind moved slightly, and it fell to the ground with a gentle sound.

Ye Tianling stood in front of the window with Qing Chen on his back, his face moved slightly, and he encountered a clear jade pendant.

"Yu Zhuo locks, ears alluring, jade made of clangs, ears alluring..." He whispered, the warm breath lingered in Qing Chen's ears, gently arousing bursts of magical feelings .

Thin lips glided over the jade, lingering along her slender neck all the way down, bringing the softness and hotness of mellow wine into the throat. Qing Chen lightly leaned in his arms, his whole body soft as boneless, slowly sinking under his gentle attack, eyes everywhere, intoxicating mists and rains.

The corner of Ye Tianling's mouth evoked a charming smile, as if the dazzling sunlight penetrated the ice, the peak and the mist dispersed, and she took her into the account with a slight force.

The lotus tent is warm, dragons and phoenix candles are shining brightly, and the light gauze is usually hung on people, dim and charming. Qing Chen looked at him quietly, her starry eyes slightly drunk: "Fourth brother..."

Ye Tian Ling's handsome figure was reflected in the deep pool of clear light, holding her slender waist that was not full, and whispering in her ear: "Call my name."

The voice of half command and half temptation suddenly came, gently rushing into her heart, attacking the city, and quietly taking people into captivity. "Ling..." Qing Chen whispered, ringing his neck. The red crisp jade finger brought a cool touch, but it ignited a lot of love. Ye Tianling raised his hand and swept away the last half-closed silk.

The green silk tumbled and covered, flowing down beside the fragrant shoulder pillow, faintly concealing a delicate peach color.

Ye Tianling looked at Qing Chen quietly, her deep eyes full of surprise, her slender fingers slid across the yingying snowy skin with endless love and compassion, stroking the icy silver butterfly.

Dansha tents are drunk in the spring night, the silver butterfly is brilliant, and the light dance is fluttering, fluttering at the bottom of the tent among the flowers, Qiongyu in the cloud pool.

In this life, I will live with the king for thousands of years, flying with each other, without thinking of returning.

In the Golden Palace, Mingzhu, Sun Shi stood beside the vermilion Nine Cloud Pillars, eyebrows drooping.

The hall is high and deep, and it is endlessly dark. The candle wick crackled softly, and the glass lampshade reflected a wonderful color. The dragon pattern seemed to rise to the sky, but it disappeared in a flash, making people suspicious.

The benzoin was quietly lingering, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites presented the marriage ceremony between King Ling and Princess Qingping in an orderly manner.

The Emperor was wearing a blue satin shirt, leaning against the soft brocade couch, warming his hand with a freshly brewed Junshan Silver Needle, and tapping his fingers on the tea cup, making his ministers more cautious.

When it was said that the people of the three places made cinnabar paving for marriage and praying for blessings, the Emperor gave a slight pause, his half-squinted eyes slightly lifted, and a majestic gaze came. Kuang Wei's speech was slightly stagnant, and he glanced at it, but only saw the monarch's eyes closed and the calming dragon face, so he took a deep breath and continued.

Sun Shi's slightly gray eyebrows moved unconsciously. Although it was late spring, there was still a slight chill at night, driving away sleepiness. He was shocked, father and son monarchs, this game of chess went deeper and deeper!

"You just said that King Zhan came back from Luan?" Kuang Wei stopped talking. It seemed that after a long time, the Emperor asked casually.

Kuang Wei thought about it and replied according to the facts: "The minister did see King Zhan at Lingwang Mansion tonight."

"Yeah." The Emperor waved his hand, "Kneel down."

"The minister retires." Upon seeing this, Kuang Wei bowed and retreated.

The emperor closed his eyes and pondered, until his servant came in with a wooden plate embedded with gold, Sun Shigong said, "Your Majesty."

Seeing the emperor opened his eyes, the servant knelt and presented the name tags of the concubines to the front. The Emperor of Heaven moved his gaze and stopped on the sign of Concubine Lotus, his finger slowly passed from there, seeming to be stagnant, but instead he clicked on the sign of Empress Yin's golden phoenix wings. Sun Shi stepped forward and turned over the sign, the waiter leaned over and retreated, and went to pass the decree to pick him up.

After reading the book for a while, Sun Shi waited for the emperor and reminded him softly: "Your Majesty, it's not early."

The emperor closed the manuscript in his hand, and the words "Country Wonders" were elegant and elegant, and he was a little surprised for a while. Later, he said to Sun Shi: "I'm not sleepy yet, walk with me."

A trace of the light moon conceals the starry sky, and the lingering fragrance of the imperial spring path. The Emperor of Heaven looked at the waiters who were following Yi Bu Yi Shi with a little impatiently, and said, "Tell them not to follow."

Sun Shi turned around and waved his hand. The servants retreated, but didn't dare to leave, but waited from a distance. Looking at the direction again, he was heading to the Lotus Pond Palace. Sun Shi knew that he could not persuade, so he could only quickly follow.

As soon as he arrived at the palace gate, he heard a low voice of chanting, and he was in a trance in the originally quiet night, but he was very pious and solemn.

With such familiar "Sheng Yuan Jing", the Emperor of Heaven stood still under a mulberry tree and looked at the main hall of the Lotus Pond Palace.

I vaguely remembered that day when his western expedition army brought back the most beautiful woman in Rouran and sent it to the palace to wait for the emperor's brother.

That night, he also stood under the tree in the courtyard for a long time. After the years have passed, the silent scriptures still float in my heart, seemingly sad, and lightly sad, accompanied by the drizzle of the three shifts, and the falling flowers are falling to the ground.

All the way to the north and south, the recitation of the "Sacred Source Sutra" has been accompanied by the army day after day, endless like threads, like weeping like complaints, wave after wave has already entered the soul.

Thirty years ago, the holy figure of iceberg and snow lotus resembled the plain white clothes under the blue light in the main hall today. After thousands of years, it can still evoke the tenderness of the old youth.

The floating light and glimpse, as if it faded to extremely light, extremely light, but silky and tough, tangled like this.

In the quiet night, the muxu trees spread out quietly, with fragrant branches and leaves, with some bewitching blur. After so many years of forbearing, step by step, now sitting in the world, but the Yiren can't smile, the heavenly emperor's eyes unconsciously flashed a deep light.

Seeing standing for a long time, Sun Shi cautiously stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, I am afraid that the empress is still waiting."

The emperor frowned, looked at the undulating palaces around him, and suddenly ordered: "Tell the queen, I won't be over tonight." After he flicked his robe sleeves, he strode towards the lotus pond palace.