The son is on the bottom, the general is on the top

The wedding banquet came to an end, Cui'er helped Su Ziqing, who was a little drunk, and a few maids carried lanterns to walk along the road, walked a few long corridors, passed a small flowing water bridge, and finally came to the new house.

The room is divided into three compartments, the left side is made of transparent red gauze curtains, separated by a mahogany screen with peonies in full bloom, and a double bathtub is placed inside, with brightly colored petals floating on the warm water. , Even the air is filled with a faint fragrance, and on the high stools outside are bath soap and bed clothes.

Above the middle hall is a mahogany imperial concubine couch, with a pair of festive embroidered pillows, a round table in the middle with some melon and fruit cakes on it, and a big red blanket on the floor.

The right side is separated by bead curtains, a new bed carved and hollowed out in mahogany, a red gauze curtain, and a red quilt embroidered with the pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

At this time, on the candlestick in the room, a pair of dragon and phoenix red candles were burning brightly, and the flickering flames illuminated the double blessings on the window even brighter.

"You all step back." Su Ziqing sat down at the table and said to the maids.

"Yes."

The maids bowed their heads and retreated. Seeing him rubbing his forehead, Tweet hurriedly poured a cup of tea. Su Ziqing sobered up after taking a sip.

Tweety fanned him, and asked, "Master, it feels better."

"Ah."

When Yu Wenfei came in, Su Ziqing's face was reddish, her peach-blossom pupils were half closed, and there was a trace of confusion in her eyes.

Seeing him, Tweet stepped forward to salute, "General."

Yu Wenfei held his breath, stared at the drowsy person sitting there, and raised his hand, "Tweety, you go down too."

"Yes." Cui'er quickly went out and closed the door, and couldn't help the joy in her heart. Just now the general looked at the young master and wanted to eat it in one bite. Alas, the scene in that room tonight must be indescribable. She Grinning his lips, he quickly covered his mouth, for fear of laughing out loud.

"Miss Cui'er, Miss Cui'er." Just as she was about to lie on the door to eavesdrop, a maid who came up called her several times, a little startled by her weird behavior.

"Oh, what did my sister call me?" Tweety responded casually, but stretched her neck to look at the figure reflected on the window paper in the room.

The servant girl moved a little away from her, and said in silence, "Uh...Miss Cui'er came from the capital for a day's journey, and there is a servant girl who will watch the night here tonight, so you can go down with me. "

"Ah...someone is guarding it? Okay." Tweety sighed, although she felt a little regretful that she couldn't stay, but the future is long...hehe...

In the room, Yu Wenfei walked slowly, his slender fingers lifted Su Ziqing's chin.

At this time, Su Ziqing, who was mentally free, raised his head slightly, the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, his long eyelashes drooped, the pink color of his cheeks added a bit of charm, and his red lips, which were glowing with water, looked extraordinarily beautiful under the candlelight. Ruddy, Yu Wenfei slowly stroked it with his fingertips, stared at it for a long time, then lowered his eyes as soon as it darkened, and tasted it carefully.

"General!" The rain of kisses caused Su Ziqing to open his eyes, shuddered, completely sobered up, and subconsciously jumped away, but because he bumped into the table leg behind him too quickly, tears stained the bottom of his eyes in pain ,"ah……"

Yu Wenfei held back his smile, and helped him to sit on the edge of the bed, "We've already become husband and wife, so why should Ziqing be so unfamiliar and call me General?"

"..." Su Ziqing stared at him blankly, with his mouth half-opened, unable to utter the word "husband" no matter what.

Yu Wenfei didn't force him, but lifted his knocked leg and put him on his knee. Before Su Ziqing could stop his exclamation, his shoes and socks were taken off, revealing his round and lovely toes. There was indeed a bruise on the white ankle.

Yu Wenfei stroked it up with his big hand, and rubbed it gently with strength. Su Ziqing's face turned red, and he felt his cheeks were burning hot.

After the bruise faded, Yu Wenfei raised his head and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore!" Su Ziqing hurriedly withdrew his leg. Even if it hurt, he would never dare to say it. After putting on his shoes and socks again, he sat upright to cover up his embarrassment.

Yu Wenfei smiled, and went to fetch the jug placed on the jade case on the low table beside the bed, poured out two glasses, handed one to him, and held the other by himself, "Today you and I are married, we are married. It is indispensable to have this Hebei wine."

Under the flickering candlelight, the two looked at each other, slowly approached each other while looking at each other, crossed their arms, raised their heads and drank the wine in one gulp.

Su Ziqing put down the wine glass, looked away shyly for a moment, saw a book next to the pillow, picked it up curiously, opened a page, and threw it on the ground like a hot potato, and glanced, only to find that there was still a book on the bed. There are things with ointment and unspeakable cylindrical jade, which makes my mouth dry and flustered.

"?" Yu Wenfei saw that his face was flushed red, and the earlobe was dripping with blood, so he picked it up and flipped through it, staring at the picture on it for a while, and sighed, "I never imagined that there could be so many poses in this boudoir joy."

When Su Ziqing heard this, he wondered where he would go if he was taught by this rogue general, so he rushed forward to snatch it.

"Such a picture book of Meng Lang... don't read it again!"

The beauty flung herself into her arms, Yu Wenfei naturally hugged her, flipped her over, let her sit on her lap, continued to open the book in her hand and forced him to read it, then leaned into her ear and said, "The wedding night in this bridal chamber is not right." Do you want Meng Lang to do some more, Ziqing, you see that there are so many poses, and the night is long, how about we both try them out one by one?"

Su Ziqing was trapped by him, how could he break free, and the scorching/hot thing of the man was pressing against him, so startled and ashamed that he couldn't speak, and all the unsightly erotic pictures fell into his mouth in the pupil.

"Ziqing..." Yu Wenfei murmured, with a hint of hoarseness in his voice, buried his head on his neck, a series of moist kisses gradually made Su Ziqing's body warm up.

"General... wait a minute..." At this moment, Su Ziqing's mind went blank, he shook his lips, and calmed down and said, "I want to take a bath first..."

Yu Wenfei paused, with displeasure on the face of being interrupted, and lightly bit his snow-white neck, Su Ziqing's body trembled, and jumped up like a frightened rabbit.

"Hehe..." Yu Wenfei couldn't help laughing.

"You, you, you..." Su Ziqing covered the place where he was bitten, and glared at him with an aggrieved face, but he couldn't think of words to curse, so he simply turned around and fled towards the screen...