The system is a broken bowl

Indeed, the matter of the wedding celebration that was supposed to be carefully discussed was disrupted by Prince Long Yan Chongwei, and it truly became a "displaced guest". So, next, Yan Junyao just talked about the wedding date of Song Chen and Yan Yingjun, and then it ended hastily.

However, the royal wedding celebrations are managed by the Ministry of Rites and the Ancestral Temple Office, and there is no need for the highest levels of the empire to organize them.

The wedding is scheduled for three days and will be held to the highest standards of the royal family. No matter what the reason is, the marriage of the seventeenth princess cannot be taken lightly. This is the dignity of the empire and the face of the royal family.

After Yan Chongwei and Yan Xiongfei said goodbye, Yan Junyao also took a rest.

Song Chen was arranged by the eunuch to live in Jinghua Palace, right next to Yan Yanjun's Yuhua Palace.

"Yingjun, you've been tired all day, go to bed early! I still have things to do."

After seeing no one around, Song Chen whispered.

"It's so late, why can't you wait until tomorrow?"

Yan Yingjun felt sorry for Song Chen. "Brother Chen, I just made you feel wronged!"

Song Chen smiled, and then said mysteriously: "If I guess correctly, Prince Long Yan Chongwei will meet someone tonight. I don't want to miss this opportunity."

"Then I'll go too!"

Yan Yingjun was a little eager to try.

"No! You must stay in the palace."

Song Chen lightly scratched Yan Yingjun's nose with his fingers. "There must be Prince Long's spies in the palace. They will monitor you closely. Once they find out that you are not in the palace, Prince Long may crawl into his nest."

"Then be careful!"

Yan Yingjun didn't insist anymore. "It's really inconvenient for me to leave. Zhuxiang will be very lonely if she stays alone in Yuhua Palace."

After a gentle hug with Song Chen, she returned to Yuhua Palace.

Counting the time, Yan Chongwei had already left the Yangxin Hall for a quarter of an hour, but Song Chen was not worried. He implanted a trace of consciousness into Yan Chongwei's body, just like installing a positioning tracker on the old guy.

The reason why Song Chen was sure that Yan Chongwei would take action was because he found that after Yan Chongwei confirmed that he was in the late stage of the Condensing Yuan Realm, besides being surprised, he also had a trace of fear and anxiety.

He walked into Jinghua Palace and was greeted by two palace ladies.

"Prince-in-law, I have put in the hot water. Do you need to take a bath now?" Ruoyu, a palace maid in the early stage of the Black Bronze Realm, said.

"Well, go now."

Song Chen smiled broadly. "But I take a shower... no! My shower takes a bit long, so you don't have to wait."

"It doesn't matter! No matter how long you take to bathe, the slaves will be waiting by your side." Haitang, another palace maid in the middle stage of the Black Bronze Realm, said.

As expected, Haitang's eyes flashed, and it was probably Yan Chongwei's spy.

"That's not okay!"

Song Chen said with a evil smile. "My self-control is very poor when I'm bathing. If you stand next to me, if I do something to you, wouldn't you be sorry for the princess?"

Upon hearing this, Ruoyu blushed, but Haitang looked as if she was used to it: "When the Prince Consort moves into Jinghua Palace, I will be yours. Even if you do something, the princess will not blame you. "

After saying that, she also raised her breasts and raised her butt intentionally or unintentionally, which was full of provocation.

To be honest, Song Chen was still a little tempted. The two women were pretty. Not only were they fair and beautiful, but they also had great figures. They were no less than the big-breasted and fat-assed Princess of the Moguo Palace whom Wu Quanzhi had originally chosen. The key was the three of them. You can be upright, Landlord!

If you don't like this kind of beautiful thing and can't be moved by it, then it's Tang Seng. wrong! It seems that Tang Monk also had lustful thoughts, but he was disturbed by the scorpion spirit.

Although he is a little tempted, Song Chen is not Yan Junyao, and the relationship between enemy and friend still needs to be sorted out clearly. Otherwise, it is very likely to fall into the hands of this "female spy".

Not to mention that she was probably an spy planted by Yan Chongwei. Even if she was a normal palace maid, Song Chen would not touch her. Yan Yingjun lives next to him, and Zhuo Qingqing also lives in the Xumi space. Letting him have fun here would be a psychological barrier.

"The Prince Consort will go first, and the servants will be here soon."

Seeing that Song Chen didn't refuse, Haitang thought he was wearing a condom... No! She was hooked, so she immediately led him to the shower room.

Song Chen sensed that the trace of consciousness was still in the palace, indicating that Yan Chongwei had not left.

Let's wash up first. Anyway, there is nothing to do now. As for whether to play poker or not, the initiative is completely in his hands.

Although this bathroom is not as big as Concubine Liu's, it is still very spacious. Not to mention taking a bath or swimming, it is no problem. It can be seen that this Jinghua Palace is reserved for the princesses who come to play in the palace. From the decoration to the furniture, it is very feminine.

Song Chen sat down at the coffee table, poured a cup of Hundred Flowers Spiritual Liquid, and tasted it leisurely. In terms of feeling, this place is really not as good as the hot spring pool in Yunzhengxiaweizhong, but it is still very delicious. After all, it is a place for the royal family to enjoy.

After a while, Ruoyu and Haitang came to the bathroom.

Both of them put on thin gauze skirts, which were similar to those worn by Concubine Liu Guifei and others. It seems that this is a special equipment for women in the palace to take bath.

Ruoyu ducked and dodged behind Haitang, her pretty face was red, and she looked like a chick at first glance. Haitang walked struttingly in front, without any shy expression, and carrying a small box in his hand, which should be some sex toys.

"Damn! Are you going to make a big sword for me?"

Song Chen suddenly stood up from his chair.

He knew the two women would come, so he only took off his jacket and trousers and put on a pair of swimming trunks. Since you don’t want to fight the landlord, of course you can’t take off your clothes.

"The Prince Consort is so handsome!"

Haitang looked at the well-proportioned Song Chen with fascination. "Let me relax your muscles first."

Song Chen smiled slightly and did not refuse.

He remembered Lan Xi and Liu Qingqiu who gave him massages. It would be great if they were here now! They were beautiful saints in the late Tianjin Realm!

Not to mention that their looks and temperament were far better than those of the two palace maids, at least they were their own people. Even if they played poker or Landlord with them, they did not have to worry about being attacked by female spies.

However, Ruoyu and Haitang's massage skills were obviously superior, after all, they were specially trained. Song Chen lay on a jade bed, Ruoyu gave him a head massage, and Haitang was responsible for the trunk and limbs.

"Prince Consort, how is the strength?"

The shyness on Ruoyu's face had faded for the most part, and she blew into Song Chen's ears like orchids.

"Hmm... not... not bad."

Song Chen was vague, and he really enjoyed it.

This is a feeling that you can't experience when you are intimate with your woman. It's very exciting! No wonder men in previous lives like big swords.

Some people say that only those who are in love are happy, and Song Chen agrees with this. However, this does not affect the curiosity of most men.

There is a special fragrance in the bathroom, which is not a spice or a medicinal material. Song Chen sensed it slightly and found nothing unusual.

He had smelled the body fragrance emanating from Qin Wan before, so he didn't care much. After all, this is a different world of cultivation, and many women have body fragrance.

As time passed, the strange fragrance became more and more intense. Ruoyu, who was responsible for the head massage, not only had a shortness of breath, but also sweated profusely. She was the first to break the defense! She began to kiss Song Chen's ears and neck frantically.

Song Chen's hormones were also rising, and his body reacted strongly. In a daze, a group of naked women came to him, but none of them were his women. There are Lan Xi, Liu Qingqiu, Ghost Shadow Xuan Jin, Cheng Xiaoyao, Li Wanzhi, Liu Qianer, and even two sisters-in-law, Qin Wan and Luo Furong!

Damn! Is this still Doudizhu? Basketball game, okay! Just when Song Chen was a little confused and floating like an addict, Haitang, who was responsible for massaging the torso and limbs, had a ferocious face. A pair of large scissors suddenly appeared in her hand, and she cut Song Chen's little brother with lightning speed!

…

Yan Chongwei did not rush to leave the palace, but went to Qinhua Palace, nominally to visit his sister, the eldest princess Yan Ruyan who had never married.

According to the ancestral system of the royal family, only unmarried princes and princesses can live in the palace. Once married, regardless of whether they have the title of prince or not, they must move out of the palace.

Yan Chongwei is not like the former Shuo Prince Yan Yaoye. He never challenged Emperor Yan Yunyao in public, and he did not even form cliques in the imperial court. This is why Yan Yunyao stubbornly believed that he was not a big threat.

Even after hearing what Yan Xijun said about clams and Bamichi nematodes, Yan Yunyao only transferred the Eighth Prince Yan Xiongfei from the army to the palace and let him serve as the commander of the imperial guards, and did not take any measures against Yan Chongwei.

Yan Chongwei stayed in the palace, of course, to wait for news from Haitang. That Haitang is not just an eyeliner, but a sharp sword given to him by his boss whom he has never met!

Although Haitang has only the cultivation of the middle stage of the Xuantong Realm, she has a man's ultimate skill, the soul-chasing incense!

The soul-chasing incense is not a poison, nor a spice, but a hallucinogenic aphrodisiac that works on both the mind and the body. It is a natural skill of Haitang. Normally, there is no need for vitality to activate it. As long as you take the petals of the Begonia flower, the Soul-Chasing Incense can be activated immediately.

The Soul-Chasing Incense is more domineering than the aphrodisiac of the Kuiniu. It not only has a strong hallucinogenic and aphrodisiac effect, but also can fully tap into the bad nature of people, and show some sexual fantasies hidden deep in the soul, even just an occasional thought, incomparably realistic.

Unfortunately, the target of her spell this time was Song Chen.

First of all, Song Chen was wary of Begonia from the beginning, and he didn't want to do that. Secondly, when he smelled the strange fragrance and Ruoyu was abnormal, he knew that something was wrong.

When Begonia's big scissors came over, little Song Chen shot directly! Of course, it was not that, but a "gun aura".

A bloody hole appeared between Begonia's eyebrows, and the smug expression on her face had not yet dissipated, and she received a box lunch.

"Damn it! I didn't expect that I would use this weapon to kill the enemy!"

Song Chen, who took a Green Condensation Pill, was quite speechless.

He burned Haitang's body with the Nether Ice Flame, then looked at Ruoyu who was already unconscious, and had to press her sleep point again, so that she could sleep until the next day.

At this time, Yan Chongwei's consciousness moved, and Song Chen would not think that the old guy went to the barbecue stall for a midnight snack because he was hungry.

His consciousness perception can now cover a radius of about two kilometers. The entire palace is in his perception, and he quickly locked Yan Chongwei who hurriedly left the palace.

With his ghostly skills, Song Chen easily avoided the patrolling imperial guards, and then left the palace, and then followed Yan Chongwei slowly.

After leaving the palace, the old guy got into a carriage on the side of the road.

However, he got off the car after only two miles, and then mixed into the crowd at the night market.

Is this old guy really going to find a barbecue stall?

Song Chen smiled and followed him. The pedestrians coming and going will definitely affect the consciousness perception of martial artists, but with that trace of divine consciousness, they will not lose the tracking target.

It seems that Yan Chongwei has a strong sense of anti-tracking. After walking a few hundred meters in the crowd, he got on a carriage again. Just now, it was driving slowly, but now it is running wildly.

Song Chen unfolded the phantom step and quickly followed.

The phantom step now is truly unpredictable. The pedestrians passing by felt their eyes blurred, like a gust of wind blowing, and they could not see Song Chen at all.

After chasing for more than ten miles in one breath, they found that the carriage was parked next to a restaurant called Hua Qianfang.

After Yan Chongwei got off the car, he looked around for a long time before swaggering into Hua Qianfang.

Here, Song Chen's phantom step was useless, so he had to take out the "Charm Face" and put it on, and then walked into the restaurant.

It seems that this is a place to drink wine, and many women dressed up in fancy clothes are busy soliciting customers.

Two charming women, one on the left and one on the right, held Yan Chongwei.

"Master, are you alone?"

One of the women greeted him with a springy face.

The other one was not to be outdone, and her half-exposed breasts kept rubbing against Yan Chongwei's arm. "Master, I'm starving, please treat me to a big sausage."

Yan Chongwei was always serious, but at this moment, his handsome face was full of obscene smiles. He pinched the two women's cheeks: "Later, I'll eat steamed buns, and you two will eat sausages."

"Master, you are so bad!" A woman laughed.

"Bad? You eat meat, I eat vegetables, and you still say I'm bad?"

Yan Chongwei teased, pinching their hips unscrupulously with his big hands.

The three of them went up to the second floor.

"Could it be that this old guy sneaked out of the palace just to have fun here?"

Song Chen hesitated a little. If that was the case, wouldn't it be too boring for him to be a spectator?

But on second thought, this old guy came here mysteriously in the middle of the night, definitely not for seeking pleasure, at least not completely.

Song Chen no longer hesitated and quickly followed to the second floor. "Damn it! If I make a mistake, just think of it as watching an episode of Animal World."

Yan Chongwei hugged the two women and came to a private room closer to the inside. Song Chen followed in and found that there was a sound-blocking formation here.

He was more convinced of his judgment. Yan Chongwei came here for more than just pleasure. In a place where people drink wine, the boss would like the obscene sound to spread everywhere in order to attract more cocks. How could he set up a sound-blocking formation?

The specifications of this Hua Qianfang Restaurant are not high, and the women are also middle-aged. Yan Chongwei is a prince. If he really wants to seek pleasure, he shouldn't come to such a place?