After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

The alcohol was making her feel light-headed.

Wandering on the edge of being drunk and not drunk, it feels like being in a dream. Everything around is filtered through a hazy filter, making you feel comfortable and relaxed.

Qin Yaoguang remembered that stone pavilion. It was when she first met Qing Bai that Qing Bai used his Qing Gong skills to take her up there.

The feeling of riding the wind was so great that she wanted to experience it again.

Yan Changqing looked down at her, and met a pair of eyes brighter than spring water. He could not refuse her request no matter what.

Not to mention just flying, even if she wanted the moon in the sky, he would find ways to pick it down for her.

He paused and said to Guyu, "Give me the cloak."

It was a cold winter night and she had just had a drink.

Guyu nodded quickly, understanding what he meant. She handed over the soft fur brocade jacquard cloak in her arms and carefully wrapped it around Qin Yaoguang.

Qin Yaoguang drank too much plum wine and felt very hot, so he refused to cooperate at all.

"Be good, put on your clothes and I'll take you flying."

"You said that?"

Qin Yaoguang used her fingers to play with the hard muscles on Yan Changqing's chest, which made him feel restless.

"I said."

He answered patiently.

Qin Yaoguang then stopped struggling and obediently let Guyu tie his cloak.

Yan Changqing's eyes were full of doting: "Are you ready? I'm going to fly."

"Uh-huh!"

Qin Yaoguang nodded vigorously, with curiosity gleaming in her eyes, as innocent and clear as a child.

Yan Changqing chuckled.

How did he know that his wife could be so childish and cute after getting drunk?

Concentrate your energy and tap your toes.

He held Qin Yaoguang in his arms, and his body rose from the ground like a kite, and flew straight to the stone pavilion that Qin Yaoguang pointed to, like flowing clouds and water.

Listening to the sound of the wind whistling past her ears, Qin Yaoguang excitedly stretched out her arms, feeling the wonderful feeling of the wind passing through her fingers, and let out a series of silver bell-like laughs.

So this is what it means to die under the peony flowers. Is it also romantic to be a ghost?

For the first time, Yan Changqing experienced the feeling of being a talented and romantic man.

At this moment, he would like to die in her laughter.

It was not easy to stand on the stone pavilion, and Yan Changqing was afraid that she would fall, so he did not put her down and still held her in his arms.

Qin Yaoguang twisted her body unwillingly for a few times and said angrily, "I want to stand on my own!"

Yan Changqing's lower abdomen tightened.

He seemed like he was taking care of a little kid who knew nothing, but this little kid was arousing his senses all the time.

Holding her slender waist, he looked at a lamp tower outside the Princess's Mansion and pointed it out to her.

"Let's go there, shall we?"

The lantern tower was built for the Lantern Festival and has not yet been completed.

At the moment, it is the tallest building in the entire capital city, with four floors high.

Maybe they are testing the lights, the two middle floors are brightly lit, and they look dazzling and beautiful in the night.

"it is good!"

Qin Yaoguang agreed immediately.

The remaining rationality made her hesitate: "But, can we go? Is there a curfew?"

Yan Changqing hugged her, his Adam's apple rolling, and a muffled low laugh came out from his thick chest.

How could his wife be so lovely?

Qin Yaoguang tilted her ears. Why did this laughter sound so familiar? She must have heard it somewhere before.

"Don't worry, Madam. If I say I can go, I can go."

Go ahead, he adjusted the cloak around her and wrapped it tighter around her.

Then, the tall figure turned into a breeze in the darkness.

He seemed to be free from the constraints of gravity. Every time he leaped, he fluttered in the air like willow catkins, as smooth as the most skilled dancer, elegant and ethereal like a swimming dragon.

After a few take-offs and landings, it disappeared into the night sky.

Hanlu stood there, rubbed his eyes, and murmured, "Where did the master go?"

How could they lose their master in the mansion?

Guyu rubbed his neck, which was a little numb from leaning forward for too long, and said, "Let's go back and wait. The master has the prince consort to protect him, so he will be fine."

She had heard from Qingbai that the prince consort was an expert in martial arts.

With the protection of the prince consort, you have nothing to worry about.

Hanlu didn't think so, and muttered: "Some time ago, the master was mad at the prince consort!"

"Is this happening?"

Guyu was very surprised and asked, "Why? The master has always had the best temper."

"Can you?"

Han Lu said angrily: "I don't know why, but even though the master has such a good temper, he still annoyed the Prince Consort. It shows that he is wrong."

After she said this, Guyu also became worried.

However, she still felt in her heart that the Prince Consort treated his master very well.

Maybe it was some misunderstanding.

Lighthouse, top floor.

An unlit oil lamp is placed on the lotus lamp stand, the octagonal eaves reserve space for lanterns, and the copper bells make pleasant sounds in the wind.

Yan Changqing held Qin Yaoguang in his arms and sat in the darkness.

At this time, there was still more than an hour before curfew, and it was the busiest time of the night in the capital.

The night is as dark as ink, and all the lights are on.

The outline of the imperial city in the distance, illuminated by the lights, looks like an ancient behemoth, entrenched in the north of the capital, majestic and solemn.

Below them, the lights were bright.

Because of the deadline, the craftsmen are constantly busy.

Although I didn't see them in person, the voices of people, the sounds of sawing wood, and the sounds of footsteps intertwined to create a busy scene.

Qin Yaoguang's expression was like that of a child who had sneaked out to play but was afraid of being caught by his parents.

Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, "What should we do if we are discovered by the patrolling soldiers?"

Because she was too close, her warm breath fell on Yan Changqing's ear.

It felt itchy, as if a feather was caressing his heart.

Gently holding her soft hands, Yan Changqing answered seriously: "If we are discovered, I will say that we eloped."

"elopement?"

Qin Yaoguang was slightly surprised, her red lips opened into an O shape: "But, but we are husband and wife, there is no need to elope."

Her eyes were confused.

couple.

Hearing these two words coming out of her mouth, Yan Changqing felt warm in his heart.

Unable to help himself, he moved closer to her.

In front of Qin Yaoguang, there was a handsome face that was becoming more and more prominent.

The light and shadow shone from behind him, hiding his entire face in darkness. Only his eyes were dark like a predator, which made her instinctively feel dangerous.

But at this moment, she was not yet conscious and just leaned back, with her tall, white neck extending in a graceful arc.

She reached out to block his jaw and asked softly, "What do you want to do?"

His breath smelled like orchid and the air was filled with the scent of wine.

Every word struck his heart, making him unable to stop.

Yan Changqing supported himself on the wooden board with one hand and held the back of her head with the other, not allowing her to retreat at all.

"I want to kiss you."

The voice that usually sounds as pleasant as a clear spring is now tinged with lust due to the ambiguity of the night, and becomes low and patient.

Qin Yaoguang blinked and felt very comfortable and relaxed in his arms.

So, she nodded.

"it is good."