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An Moshui didn't move while holding the wine glass, the corner of her mouth was always smiling, but that smile made Leng Zhenqing shudder.

Leng Zhenqing took the wine glass with trembling hands, smiled, and drank it in one gulp.

An Moshui saw that he had finished drinking, the smile in his eyes deepened, he pulled Leng Zhenqing over, Leng Zhenqing was unsteady, and sat on him all at once.

Leng Zhenqing's instinctive reaction was to get up, but before he could make a move, An Moshui hugged his shoulders, and brought a glass of wine in front of him again.

An Moshui said: "Drink it."

Sitting on him, Leng Zhenqing felt uncomfortable all over, with frowning eyes, but he still had to take the wine glass with a smile on his lips, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing that he had finished drinking, An Moshui suddenly leaned forward and kissed him, Leng Zhenqing's eyes widened, and instinctively wanted to slap him to death, but An Moshui left his lips before he could slap him. .

An Moshui licked his tongue and said, "This wine tastes good."

Leng Zhen was so angry that he couldn't speak, he was afraid that if he moved his mouth, he would immediately make a move.

An Moshui said: "What's your name?"

Leng Zhenqing said: "Qing'er."

"Qing'er?" An Moshui smiled, and in the next second, Leng Zhenqing stood up. Leng Zhenqing thought that he was going to let him leave, so she stood up quickly.

An Moshui stood up and said to the people in the hall: "Today, I want to marry Miss Qing'er."

As soon as these words fell, the hall immediately fell silent. Everyone didn't dare to look at An Moshui, but only dared to look at the woman in yellow beside him. It took only half a day for the monarch to marry her!This woman is really extraordinary!

Leng Zhenqing on the side was stunned, damn it!What is An Moshui talking about? !What is he saying? !

An Moshui said: "Come here, take Miss Qing'er to dress up, we will worship this afternoon!"

Leng Zhenqing's mind was empty, and the whole person hadn't come back to his senses. He didn't come back to his senses until the maid at the side came to pull him. He struggled and shouted: "I can't get married! I can't!"

Everyone was even more surprised by his reaction, he was not willing to be the wife of the monarch!

An Moshui didn't even glance at him, and left directly. The banquet ended.

Leng Zhenqing was forcibly taken down and brought to a room. Those maids locked him in the room. Just when Leng Zhenqing was about to break through the door, the group of maids came in again. They carried many things. Wanting to take off Leng Zhenqing's clothes, Leng Zhenqing hastily pushed them away, clutching her chest.

The leading maid said: "Girl, take a bath."

Leng Zhenqing said: "I'll do it myself! You guys go out!"

After finishing speaking, he drove them out, locked the door, and began to think about how to escape from this ghostly place. The immediate priority is to find Cui Yu first.

Leng Zhenqing opened the window and looked around. After confirming that there was no one there, he turned out. He walked for a long time against the wall, and finally found the water prison. At this time, there were no guards in the water prison. People in the Underworld Palace are all busy dealing with the monarch's wedding.

Leng Zhenqing tiptoed in, there were many ghosts imprisoned in the water prison, Leng Zhenqing searched quickly, and finally found Cui Concubine in the last cell.

There are iron chains on his wrists and ankles, his face is bloodless, his eyes are empty, his black clothes are already soaked with blood, his hair is also dripping wet, and he is in a state of embarrassment, kneeling softly on the cold ground, completely Without the appearance of the Lord of the Peak.

Leng Zhenqing directly opened the lock, the iron door was pulled open by him, he walked in quietly, Cui Concubine's dull eyes did not move, Leng Zhenqing was a little worried that he was dead, he stepped forward and shook Shaking Concubine Cui, he shouted in a low voice, "Concubine Cui! Concubine Cui!"

Cui Yu didn't respond at all, Leng Zhenqing wanted to untie the iron chain on his ankle, but found that there was a spell on the chain, and this spell was somewhat familiar, it was the one in Huanhuayuan that year. Curse!

Leng Zhenqing suddenly regretted that he didn't remember Jiang Wanqin's method of breaking the curse.

Leng Zhenqing frowned, tried Cui Concubine's breath, and after confirming that he was still alive, he breathed a sigh of relief.

If Cui Yu doesn't wake up, then there is no way to solve this matter.

Leng Zhenqing looked at Cui Yu's pale face, his heart sank, and he slapped him on the face. Cui Yu felt the pain, and his eyelids moved a few times.

Seeing that this trick was useful, Leng Zhenqing quickly slapped him again. Immediately, Cui Concubine's face turned red, Leng Zhenqing pretended to be surprised, and said: "Cui Concubine! What's wrong with your face?! Who hit you? ?!"

Cui Yu rolled her eyes in a daze, and said, "Who hit me? Who dared to hit me!"

Leng Zhenqing rubbed his face with a guilty conscience, and said, "Cui Concubine, are you alright?"

After being beaten up by Leng Zhenqing, Cui Concubine finally regained her sanity, she was weak, and after seeing the person in front of her clearly, she asked doubtfully, "Girl? Who are you?"

Leng Zhenqing was dumb, wiped the pimples from his face, and said: "I am Leng Zhenqing."

Cui Concubine narrowed her eyes and stared at him weakly for a long time before she could see the general appearance of Leng Zhenqing. He was stunned and said, "Leng Zhenqing? Why are you dressed like this?"

Leng Zhenqing said: "Don't talk about this, I'm here to rescue you, but not now, the chains on your hands and feet have been cursed, just wait for me, I will come to rescue you at night."

Cui Yu nodded weakly, and then a self-deprecating smile hung on the corner of her mouth: "I didn't expect that I would be saved by you."

Leng Zhenqing didn't dare to talk to him anymore, and hurriedly rushed out of the water dungeon. As soon as she rushed out of the water dungeon, Leng Zhenqing was a little dazed. It was obvious that it was still dark when he entered just now, but now, it turned into bright red , The entire Hades Palace is blood-red and blood-red.

It was only then that Leng Zhenqing remembered that he was going to marry An Moshui!

Leng Zhenqing tiptoed back to the room again, and as soon as she entered the room, a maid's voice sounded outside the door: "Miss Qing'er, we are here to change your wedding dress."

Leng Zhenqing said: "Put the wedding dress at the door of the room, you guys go!"

After hearing this, the maid outside the door hesitated to let go, and said coldly: "If you don't leave, I won't be able to kiss you!"

The maids looked at each other, put the red wedding dress at the door, and left.

After Leng Zhenqing confirmed that the person had left, he secretly brought in the wedding dress.

A piece of bright red, piercing the eyes.

Leng Zhenqing tossed the wedding dress casually, and began to think about how to find a way to undo the curse. It must be too late to go to the study to find the solution. The only feasible way is to put An Moshui Bind it, force a spell, and it might work.

Leng Zhenqing looked at the wedding dress, took it over with nothing to love, and put it on again with ashen face.

For survival!He has to bear it!

The bright red satin wedding dress suits him really well, any man would fall in love with him.As soon as Leng Zhenqing changed, the maid outside the door came again.

They said outside the door: "Miss Qing'er, it's time to put on makeup."

Leng Zhenqing didn't know how to put on makeup by herself, so she had to let them in.

A group of maids put rouge and gouache on him, but when they were working, they couldn't help wondering: Why does Miss Qing'er look so male?

Leng Zhenqing was put on plum blossom makeup by them, of course, he didn't know about it.

When everything was over, Leng Zhenqing was about to fall asleep. He dozed off with his eyes downcast, completely unaware of what kind of torture his pretty boyish face had become.

When Leng Zhenqing woke up again, he had already covered his head with a red hijab, and he was wearing a red wedding gown with large sleeves, and let the maid lead him to the hall.

Before entering the hall, Leng Zhenqing heard He Xi's voice from afar.

"Your Majesty! I wish you and your empress the love and love for generations to come!"

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A series of conversations about congratulations came to Leng Zhenqing's ears one after another, and Leng Zhenqing was very annoyed.

I don't know who called out: "The king is coming!"

Immediately, Leng Zhenqing could feel the eyes of a group of people looking at him through the red hijab, it felt as if you were the treasure of the world.

Leng Zhenqing was grinding her teeth under the hijab, staring blankly at the ground. Suddenly, the maid let go of her hand. Immediately afterwards, a pair of knuckle-boned hands held her hand, warm and gentle.

Leng Zhenqing instinctively wanted to pull it back, but it was a pity that the man held her hand so tightly that she couldn't pull it back.

Leng Zhenqing twitched the corners of her mouth, her face darkened, her eyes lowered, and she saw a pair of black boots, a pair of straight and slender legs, and that extremely conspicuous wedding dress.

Leng Zhenqing suppressed the anger in his heart, and let An Moshui drag him slowly towards the center of the hall.

For a while, apart from laughter, there was no other sound around.

An Moshui pulled him, his hands were beautiful, fair and slender, with well-defined joints, Leng Zhenqing was a little ecstatic looking at them.

Suddenly, he didn't leave, and immediately after, Leng Zhenqing heard Ye Zhixi's voice: "Groom, the bride is entering the hall."

The hall suddenly fell silent, no one dared to say a word, even the atmosphere was heavy, as if this marriage was one of the most important things in the world.

Leng Zhenqing was overwhelmed by the atmosphere, he held his breath, and stood shoulder to shoulder with An Moshui.

Ye Zhi said regretfully: "Bow to heaven and earth!"

Leng Zhenqing hesitated a little, does he really want to marry his disciple? !

Seeing that the bride didn't move, the people in the hall were stunned, and they didn't dare to speak out.

An Moshui suddenly exerted a little force on his hand, Leng Zhenqing immediately came back to his senses, bit the bullet, turned around slowly, faced the sky, and bowed.

Ye Zhixi said again: "Second obeisance to the high hall!"

Gritting his teeth coldly!Cheng Chengcheng, anyway, he is not Miss Qing'er!

An Moshui held his hand, and the two turned around again, bowing to the empty place.

Ye Zhixie said: "Husband and wife pay respects!"

An Moshui finally let go of his hand at this moment, Leng Zhenqing turned around with limbs stiff, thanks!He worships!

Bending down hard, not leaning to one side, almost bumped into An Moshui.

Ye Zhi regretted: "Send it to the bridal chamber!"

The people in the hall cheered, Leng Zhenqing was too hard just now, almost fell, thanks to An Moshui for supporting him, otherwise he would have made a fool of himself.

Leng Zhenqing stabilized his figure, and quickly threw An Moshui away, and the maid beside him helped him back to the new house.

Leng Zhenqing really wanted to rip off the wedding dress, but reason calmed him down. He followed the maid, reluctantly returned to the new house, and sat on the bed.

As a result, not long after sitting on the bed, the door was opened, and there was no smell of alcohol as expected, but only a faint scent.

An Moshui waved his hand to signal the maid to go down, and the maid hurriedly stepped out of the room, not forgetting to close the door for them.

Leng Zhenqing sat on the bed, he could clearly feel someone walking towards him, getting closer.

An Moshui looked at the person on the bed, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. He had waited for several years, and finally it was today.

He stepped forward, lifted the red hijab, Leng Zhenqing's black face came into his eyes, An Moshui didn't take his black face seriously, he picked up the wine glass from the table, poured two glasses of wine, and served it himself One cup, one cup was handed to Leng Zhenqing.

Leng Zhenqing looked at the wine in his hand, and then at An Moshui, he really looked a little better today, but it didn't fascinate Leng Zhenqing.

Leng Zhenqing suppressed the reluctance in her heart, took the wine glass with a smile, and the two sat on the stool, holding the wine glass around each other's elbows, and they were about to drink a cup of wine.

Leng Zhenqing, An Moshui drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, but before An Moshui put down the wine glass, he saw Leng Zhenqing tap An Moshui's acupuncture point quickly, and then took out a white forehead from nowhere , quickly tied his hands, overturned the wine glass in his hand, and tied his hands tightly into a twist. Spirit spell.

After tying up the people, Leng Zhenqing quickly got up and took a few steps away, leaving An Moshui, frantically wiped off the rouge and gouache on his face, poohed a few times, An Moshui watched his series of movements, and the corner of his mouth curled up. The smile deepened.

Leng Zhenqing raised his eyebrows and glanced, only to find that the kid's eyes were full of smiles and doting, a nameless anger rose, he slapped the table, causing all the wine bottles on the table to scatter up.

An Moshui glanced at the sake flowing on the table, and said with a smile, "Lady, what are you doing?"

Leng Zhenqing gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up! You bastard!"

An Moshui heard him scolding, stood up suddenly, and Leng Zhenqing took several steps back in fright, he looked down at Leng Zhenqing, and said: "My lady won't let me call you like that, do you want me to call you?" Master?"

Leng Zhenqing clenched his fists and said, "When did you find out?"

An Moshui said: "When the master woke up that day, the first thing he saw was not the disciple. The disciple was really sad."

Leng Zhenqing said: "You knew I was coming, so you deliberately sent Ye Zhixi to grab Cui Concubine and lure me out?"

An Moshui said: "The disciple is just playing with the master, isn't the master having a good time now?"

Leng Zhenqing couldn't hold back his words, he really still had scheming!

An Moshui said: "Master, I had a lot of fun with Uncle Cui."

Full of vinegar.

Leng Zhenqing was a little stunned, "Do you know that I went to the water prison?"

An Moshui suddenly lowered his head and slowly untied the white forehead in his hand, it was as easy as untying a rope, Leng Zhenqing saw it and took several steps back.

An Moshui directly threw the white forehead aside, stepped forward a few steps, hugged Leng Chenqing's waist, and said: "Master, it's time to consummate the house."

Hearing his words, Leng Zhenqing fluffed his whole body, and shot quickly, trying to hit him, but An Moshui blocked it, but missed, Leng Zhenqing moved out with the other hand, An Moshui blocked it again, and missed !Leng Zhenqing broke away from An Moshui's embrace, and started to fight with him, but An Moshui didn't resist him, and let him fight over, and he took them one by one.

Leng Zhenqing's attack became more and more powerful, and in the end, he lost his mind, and threw himself on the bed in a hurry. An Moshui took advantage of the situation and pressed him on top of him. Leng Zhenqing was furious. She clapped her palm at him, but An Moshui clasped his fingers together, and said coldly, "You villain!"

How decent are two big men like this!

An Moshui was scolded by him, instead of being angry, he smiled and said: "Master still calls me apprentice, it proves that Master likes me."

Leng Zhenqing's veins burst out, and suddenly, an unknown pain rose from the lower abdomen, spreading straight to the limbs, and the body began to tremble uncontrollably.

An Moshui saw that Leng Zhenqing's face was getting redder and redder, and was surprised for a while. It was not until Leng Zhenqing gritted his teeth and grunted and gasped, that he knew that Leng Zhenqing had been drugged.

An Moshui's eyes turned to the bottle of wine on the table, he didn't need to think, he knew who gave the medicine, Ye Zhixi.

An Moshui laughed suddenly, he really didn't know whether he should thank him or scold him.

Leng Zhenqing's eyes gradually blurred, and his surroundings became blurred. He only felt hot and uncomfortable all over his body, as if tens of thousands of ants were eating him, making him numb.Suddenly bumped into a cold object, Leng Zhenqing stuck to it without saying a word.

Feeling his touch, the object stepped back a few times, trying to break free from him, but Leng Zhenqing had a strong adsorption ability, and the person couldn't shake him off. In the end, the initial resistance turned into initiative.

Leng Zhenqing felt someone buried in his hair, he felt someone kissing him, with an aggressive smell of vinegar, in a daze, someone took off his clothes, and then kissed his body, His chest, hands, back, legs, his whole body was numb and numb, so soft that his limbs were weak.

But, he likes this feeling. He actually hugged that person, clutching his back tightly, groaning and panting.

An Moshui looked at Leng Zhenqing with blurred eyes and flushed face, the last line of defense in his heart was broken, he quickly took off the clothes of the two of them, and lingered with him, he pressed him under his body, mouthing over and over again Recited "Master, Master" over and over again.

An Moshui opened Leng Zhenqing's legs, the candlelight flickered, Leng Zhenqing hugged him like a kitten, An Moshui leaned forward, and entered Leng Zhenqing's body cautiously, the nameless pleasure When it was heard, Leng Zhenqing couldn't help but tense her instep, groaned and panted, "It hurts..."

An Moshui listened to his panting like a kitten, and her heart was as sweet as candied fruit melted.

He held his flushed face, kissed his lips, ingested the sweetness on his mouth, and moved his body quickly, he lay on Leng Zhenqing's body, hugging Leng Zhenqing tightly, as if he wanted to hug Leng Zhenqing As if he was rubbing into his own flesh and blood, the bottom of his eyes was full of him, and the **** eroded his consciousness.

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Leng Zhenqing could feel the pain of the breast and the aggression of the person pressing on her body, Leng Zhenqing didn't know who he was, but listened in a daze to him calling "Master, Master."

This voice was somewhat familiar, and Leng Zhenqing called dryly: "Seventeen?" The man on his body stopped, and then, Leng Zhenqing felt someone hugging him, someone whispering in his ear : "Yes, it's me, Master, it's me..."

Leng Zhenqing's consciousness was completely eroded, and there was a buzzing sound in her ears...

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