Fall In Love With A Substitute

The incense ball rubbed against the back of Song Pianliu's hand affectionately.

Song Pina looked down at it, picked it up, put it properly at the end of the bed, and put it out of Feng Yuexian's reach.

When she moved, Feng Yuexian looked at her, tilted his head slightly, his eyes followed her.

As soon as Song Pianliu turned her head, she saw Feng Yuexian acting like this.

Her black pupils were extraordinarily clear and pure at this moment, as if they contained innocent curiosity.

Just like a Persian cat lying on its side, its figure is charming and charming.

Looking at the jewel-like cat eyes, there is also the innocence unique to small animals, and the closeness and trust to the owner.

Song Pina stretched out her hand to straighten her tangled hair.

Feng Yuexian has always been strong and has a hidden edge, but her hair is extremely soft, like cattail grass that is as flexible as silk, coiled around Song Pianli's fingers.

The crow-colored black silk and the fingers made of frost are entangled in one place.

Song Pina asked her:

"Are you dizzy?"

Feng Yuexian shook her head.

"Are you thirsty?"

Feng Yuexian still shook his head.

"Since that's the case, it's good to have a rest. If you want to sleep, you'll be relieved of your drunkenness."

As Song Pianlu spoke, she used her hand as a comb to help her follow the three thousand black threads winding the bed.

Caressing such a soft Feng Yuexian, even Song Pianlu's tone of voice couldn't help but become lingering.

Feng Yuexian's face was raised slightly, her brows frowning, as if she was complaining, but also acting like a spoiled child:

"I didn't faint at first, but after you asked me, I fainted."

Song Pina laughed, what is the reason.

Could it be that he shook his head lightly and then knocked himself out?

It is rare for Song Pianlu to see her like this, she feels helpless, and also has some inexplicable liking and joy.

She twisted the last lock of unruly sideburns behind Feng Yuexian's ears, and slid her fingertips down the pinnae of Feng Yuexian's ears.

There was a layer of rouge floating on Feng Yuexian's earlobes.

Song Pina smiled lightly, then pressed her warm palm against Feng Yuexian's jade-white side cheeks, and gently lifted her face up with a little force.

She leaned over, and kissed Feng Yue Xian between her brows.

The sun shines in through the thin curtain, as gentle as flowing gold, hazy and affectionate.

Feng Yuexian squinted his eyes in a place Song Pianlu couldn't see, feeling extremely comfortable.

In the half-closed eyes, what seems to be revealing is not revealing, but there is an increasingly intense desire, an eager plot.

After two or three breaths, Song Pianliu backed away a little, with a tone like coaxing a child:

"Sleep well, huh?"

How could Feng Yuexian be so obedient?

She didn't speak, she looked at Song Pianli with her glazed eyes, and her full lips moved slightly like roses in the wind.

The style is quietly sprinkled, and I still want to talk.

Song Pianlu's heart moved, and her hands moved accordingly, her thumb swept across Feng Yuexian's cheek, with some force, she wiped out the rouge color as thin as evening clouds.

Finally, the fingertips fell to her lips.

Song Pianlu had no choice but to kiss her again.

She is not used to being close to people.

Especially for physical contact like holding hands, arm-wrapping, and hugging, unless it is a courtesy, she will never take the initiative to do it, let alone further intimate actions.

But facing the person in front of him, it seems that there is no repulsion.

Song Pianliu's kiss fell to her fingertips, kissing this plump rose with its thorns retracted.

On the contrary, the longer they spend together, the more intimate they become.

Like the softest beak of a bird, pecking and kissing the delicate rosebuds, she could smell the faint aroma wrapped by layers of petals in her nose during the caressing again and again.

If there is nothing, it is lingering between the gentle breaths of the two.

In order to confirm that the fragrance really existed, Song Pianlu tried to probe into the bud.

The tender, succulent petals open themselves, obediently.

Inside the petals, Song Pianlu tasted the sweet aroma of wine.

Drink alone among the flowers, Yulu fine wine.

The more the taste, the thicker it is, and it can bring out a fragrant silver thread.

Even if you are sober, you will still be drunk.

While slightly drunk, Song Pianliu's hand was pulled to another place by a soft force.

Song Pianlu's scorching breath escaped, her hands trembled, but she was firmly pressed there, Feng Yuexian refused to let her go.

Is Feng Yuexian drunk, or awake?

Before she had time to think more, she was dragged into bliss.

The beauty's eyes are cat's eyes and glazed pupils, and her lips are full of buds and full of wine.

The body is shrouded in misty rain and hazy under the shirt, and it is urgent for someone to move the clouds and move the moon, so that they can see clearly.

Song Pianlu still doesn't know how drunk Feng Yuexian is.

She caresses away.

The milky calyx is soft and greasy, warm and fragrant.

Like a fragrant and soft peach, a small nest has collapsed under the finger, filled with amber and honey wine, tremblingly inviting guests to taste it.

The curtain was moved by the wind, and the light and shadow shook for a while.

Song Pian leaned over.

Feng Yuexian tilted her head back.

The temples are scattered like clouds, and the cheeks are full of red clouds.

Song Yingguang always ran to the East Palace after the injury on her forehead was almost healed.

She also wanted to go to the East Palace before, but the mother and concubine refused to let them, saying that the emperor's brother was busy with state affairs, and the emperor's sister-in-law had to take care of the Sixth Palace, so don't disturb them.

When she recovers from her injury, I don't know if it's because of mother and concubine's sympathy, or because of other reasons, not only did she let her go, but even took the initiative to send her to the East Palace, and asked the emperor to teach her how to learn calligraphy.

But I don't know why, most of them are the emperor's sister-in-law who gives her advice, even if the emperor's brother has nothing to do, it is the emperor's wife who comes.

Song Yingguang went to ask the concubine mother the reason, and the concubine mother said after pondering, Xu is that the concubine is very virtuous and considerate, she takes pity on the prince's body and takes the initiative to do it for him.

Of course, it could also be that the princess has been married and has no children, so she likes Yingguang very much.

Song Yingguang suddenly realized.

Sister-in-law Huang looked indifferent and majestic, so she was so gentle and liked to be close to herself.

Among other things, He Qiuchan felt relieved.From this point of view, although Feng Yuexian is more ferocious than a man in major matters, she is a motherly woman with a soft side.

Song Yingguang also understood, since then, the object of her clinging has changed from the emperor's brother to the emperor's wife——

It's obvious that the emperor's wife likes herself more.

"Why does Song Yingguang come here all the time?" Feng Yuexian said in a disgusted tone, "He Jieyu also fell in love with playing leaf cards, so no time to take care of the children?"

Song Pianlu drank tea and said innocently:

"Perhaps I saw that you gave excellent pointers."

Feng Yuexian raised her eyebrows lightly:

"Take me as your master?"

Feng Yuexian is known for being talented, teaching young children to read is indeed overkill, Song Pianqi coughed and said:

"Next time when Yingguang comes again, I will—"

"It feels good to be a teacher." Feng Yuexian corrected himself, with a calm expression.

Song Pianliu said "Oh", kept a calm expression, and slowly sipped the tea.

Unable to hold back, a smile escaped from his lips.

"..."

Feng Yuexian pretended to be unintentional, and said while arranging calligraphy and painting, "At that time, when the grandson of the emperor stands up, it is necessary to teach him, and he should practice with Song Yingguang."

Song Pianlu resisted the urge to shake her head and laugh.

Feng Yuexian is really... He is very serious and appropriate in teaching, so he has to say that.

She didn't debunk.

Instead, because of this sentence, he thought of the various vassal princes who were going to Beijing.

Due to the difference in geographical distance, the vassal kings came to Beijing one after another. Presumably, the nearest king, Pingjin, is about to arrive in Beijing. Recently, Qinghe's expression has become much brighter.

"When will the Northwest King arrive?"

Feng Yuexian paused while scrolling the scroll, and answered simply:

"According to the letter, it should be done in ten days."

"When the time comes, the General's Mansion will send someone to meet him?"

"Well, the manager will go with a few cousins."

Song Pianju took a sip of the tea fragrance, smiled slightly and said:

"Since that's the case, let Xu Jing also go and greet me for me."

Feng Yuexian looked up at Song Pianliu.

When Xu Jing was walking outside, he was replaced by the name of the prince. People around the prince greeted the Northwest King in person?This kindness is evident.

"Have you not seen the concubine for many years? Wait for them to rest, and invite the concubine into the palace two days later." Song Pianlu said, looking sideways, and said:

"I know that you can go out of the palace to meet her, but there is always no proper reception in the palace."

"As for the influence of the DPRK and China - we have been in business for a long time, and it is no longer possible for anyone to say that it can be shaken."

Song Pina smiled, although she was soft as always, but she was extremely confident.

"In the past, it was the king of Chu who was unscrupulous. Now—"

it's them.

Song Pianyi's eyes were clear, just sitting there, it was like a bright moon and a breeze, clean and bright.

She didn't finish, but Feng Yuexian didn't need her to finish.

Seeing Song Pianle laughing, she laughed too.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, the spirit is flying.

Song Yingguang went to the East Palace again.

It's not rude to come and go, she always goes to the East Palace to eat and drink, He Qiuchan is also embarrassed, so she thinks of a way to bring something to the East Palace.

It is definitely inappropriate to enter, and I am afraid of being tampered with.

The East Palace was never short of anything. It should be said that if there was something that could not be found in the East Palace, then there must be nothing left in the whole palace.

Therefore, every time I bring some small and novel things, it's right as a mind.

This time, He Jieyu sent a picture of a raccoon slave, because Song Pianlu once saw a Persian cat raised by a nobleman and took a few glances. Afterwards, He Jieyu found out about it, so she had no choice but to follow suit.

Song Yingguang personally carried the painting and got off the chariot, and went to the East Palace.

Little Shizi was used to this little guest for a long time, and he smiled and led Song Yingguang to the main hall, saying something auspicious.

Song Yingguang was like rice dumplings, with a very good temper, and the two of them talked too much when they asked and answered.

When he came to the gate of the hall, little Shizi remembered that there was still something to tell.

"Your Highness, there are visitors in the East Palace today, and I am talking to the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess right now."

"Then I shouldn't come." Song Yingguang blinked, the emperor's brother and wife are not free today.

"No, no, what are you talking about? His Highness the Crown Prince has explained it. Your Highness is here. Come here to say hello. You can go to the small study to read your words."

Song Yingguang just nodded, she embraced the painting scroll in her arms, and was about to ask Xiao Shizi to put the painting in the small study, when she came to see the guests again, someone came out from the hall.

The curtain was lifted.

Song Yingguang looked over subconsciously.

I saw a girl who was a head taller than me came out.

She is wearing a water-green chest-length skirt, dotted with light pink, fresh and pleasant, her eyebrows and eyes are looking forward, and the smile on her lips is extremely composed. People can tell that she is a person who likes to smile.

And compared with the court women Song Yingguang often sees, she is more comfortable.

Even a pair of eyes can smile.

When had Song Yingguang ever seen such a person, she looked into her eyes in a daze, and somehow regained her senses.

"You guys have been talking for a long time, why don't you come in?" The girl's voice was free and easy, "Cousin asked me to come out and have a look."

The girl looked down slightly, and Song Yingguang hugged the scroll tightly again.

What to say at such a time?

She grew up in the palace and had never seen any female companions since she was a child. At this moment, she was at a loss, so she smiled slightly at him.

"Is this the little cousin that my cousin's husband said?"

The girl raised her eyebrows. Her eyebrows were thick and long, which made her look extraordinarily wanton.

"Like a porcelain doll."

Who, who is a porcelain doll?

Song Yingguang's face burned, why did she say she was a porcelain doll, was it because she didn't speak?

She bit her lip and said:

"I'm Song—uh—"

The girl reached out and pinched Song Yingguang's cheek.

"If it's soft, then it's not a porcelain doll."

Song Yingguang was dumbfounded.

She looked at the person in front of her and forgot to blink.

The little Shizi next to him groaned, anxiously:

"Little princess, put your hands down quickly."

Footsteps came from behind the curtain, accompanied by a call:

"Song Ruyan—"