[Comprehensive] Number of Merry

The night was boundless and the moon was shining brightly. Xie An brushed aside the curtain with one hand, and led Wang Lang to the bed with the other, and came to the bookshelf erected by the wall.

"How does Shan Shan drink?"

As he asked, he moved the bamboo slips in his hand, and took out a small blue-glazed porcelain urn from the back, and took out a lacquer wine jug and a lacquer wine cup from the bamboo box in the corner.

Wang Lang saw that he usually looked mature and stable, and he didn't expect to be able to do funny things like hiding wine in the bookshelf. There was a smile in his clear and bright eyes: "Shang Ke."

"Then drink less."

Xie An filled the jug seven or eight full, sealed the porcelain urn, put it back to its original position, and hid it away. Then he led Wang Lang to sit down on a bamboo mat beside him, filled the wine cup himself, and handed it to Wang Lang. Lang lips.

Wang Lang backed away slightly, and reached out to pick it up: "I'll do it myself."

Xie An didn't let go.

Instead, he took the initiative to lean over, took Wang Lang's hand into his mouth, pinched Wang Lang's chin lip to lip and passed over.

Wang Lang was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, the drink had already flowed down his throat:

"you……"

"Still using 'you'?" Xie An let go of her lips, pressed and rubbed her lips twice, his voice hoarse, "Call me Tan Lang."

Tan is the nickname of Pan An, a famous handsome man in the Western Jin Dynasty. Women in the Jin Dynasty liked to use "Tan Lang" to address the man or husband-in-law they admired.

Wang Lang only felt that the bones in his whole body were about to rot, so he waved his hand away: "No...don't talk like that!"

At the same time, he stretched out his hand to cover Xie An's lips.

Xie An, who was waved away heavily, was not angry. He tilted his head slightly, and held Wang Langxu's middle finger that was covering his lips. The indescribable wet feeling spread to his fingertips. Wang Lang shivered, as if he had been scalded. Hastily withdrawing his hands: "Why... how..."

She couldn't go on, her mouth was dry.

"What about me?" Xie Anyou spoke slowly, raised his hand and poured another round into the lacquer cup, "Alcohol can strengthen people's courage, let's drink another cup."

The lessons learned from the past are vivid in his memory, Wang Lang picked up the lacquer cup without waiting for him to fill it up, and poured it down with his neck raised.

Xie comforted her back and calmed her down: "Slow down, be careful of choking."

"It's okay." Wang Lang put the lacquer cup on the table, pretending to be calm, "Is this plum wine? It's soft."

After waiting for a long time without hearing Xie An's answer, Wang Lang was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look opposite, but saw Xie An staring at her neckline motionlessly, his eyes were deep and unpredictable.

Wang Lang followed his gaze and looked down, probably because she drank too fast and spilled some wine, a drop of which slid down her neck and continued down from the hollow between her collarbones.

I didn't notice it before and didn't feel anything, but now I notice it, the feeling of the wine winding and rolling on the skin is suddenly magnified ten times, and even the heart is itchy strangely, extremely unbearable.

In normal times, it's just a drop of wine, just wipe it off with a veil.However, Xie Anxu stared at it, Wang Lang didn't dare to make any movements at all, even his breathing became a little short, his chest heaved: "An Shi..."

Xie An's Adam's apple rolled, and it took a lot of effort to control himself to look away, and suddenly stood up: "Give me the knee cover." Seeing that Wang Lang didn't respond, he repeated, "Give me the knee cover."

The voice was hoarse.

Although Wang Lang didn't know his intention, he turned sideways and untied the knee mask tied on the big belt, and handed it to Xie An.

Xie An took the knee mask, went to the basin in front of the window, soaked the knee mask, wrung it dry, and sat back beside Wang Lang again: "Is it sticky on the skin? This wine is indeed sweet and greasy."

As he spoke, he persistently wiped Wang Lang's chin with his wet knees, the cool and moist touch greatly relieved Wang Lang's discomfort.

"Thank you."

Summing up the experience that if he refuses, he will only get further treatment, Wang Lang froze his body and only turned his head to thank.

Xie An laughed, "I thought you were going to call Xie Lang." Naturally, he held her waist and lifted her up, placing her on his lap, "We are married today, I am very happy. How about you? "

He looked at her, faced her, stared at her with moist and affectionate phoenix eyes, and repeated the question more clearly: "Shanshan, are you happy?" There was a tension in his eyes that he didn't realize.

Wang Lang was a little stunned by his stare, and said, "I... I am naturally happy."

"You said you were also happy." He repeated it slowly, as if he wanted to engrave every word into his brain, and his body and mind were enveloped by a kind of great happiness.

Suddenly, he picked her up and strode towards the curtain.

"An Shi!?"

As soon as Wang Lang landed on the couch, he felt a hot and fiery body covering him, pressing tightly tightly.

"Look at me and tell me, Shanshan, do you really not know what I want?"

Xie An quickly unfastened her belt with one hand, and supported her chin with the other. His hot and intense phoenix eyes were piercing, and his long black and smooth hair hung down on her cheeks and on the pillow.

Wang Lang asked subconsciously, "What do you want?"

"I want you." He panted heavily, "Shanshan, I want you."

Different from the gentle kiss before, Xie An's kiss this time was so strong and intense that Wang Lang could not wait to curl his body into a ball to avoid the strange heat burning from the inside out: "Why are you biting again? ...still...still..."

She couldn't speak at all.

"It's like this between husband and wife." Xie An kissed her lips, encouraging her half-baitingly, "It's not okay to be so shy, Shanshan will try it too."

Wang Lang looked at him suspiciously for a while, then looked down for a while, tentatively took hold of the protruding collarbone on his neck, imitated his movements, bit and bit carefully, and then sucked lightly.

Damn!

Xie An's body trembled, veins burst out on the back of his hand propped on the pillow, and he almost lost control. It took him a long time to find his voice: "You did a good job, change it."

When Wang Lang got the affirmation, he stomped his courage, unbuttoned his shirt and looked at it for a while, then mouthed to the softest place in his feeling, with a little more force than before, and the tip of his tongue curiously touched the top.

Xie An was almost driven crazy by her.Only then did he understand why she always wins battles, even if she doesn't understand a little bit, she can grasp the vital points accurately by intuition, and it's hell if she loses!

He couldn't bear it anymore, he grasped and kneaded her plump and beautiful place, and at the same time lowered his head and sucked the other side deeply.

Wang Lang gasped: "Relax, you hurt me."

"I'm in pain too." Xie An gasped and let go, sweat dripped from his forehead, "Shanshan, I'm in pain too."

Because he wanted to bring the most pleasant experience to the other party, he forced himself to keep some distance to prevent the situation from getting out of control.

Although Wang Lang couldn't understand where and why he was in pain, she could hear the restraint in his voice, and saw the pain and depression in his body. After thinking about it, she took the initiative to hug him and rubbed her cheeks soothingly. Rubbing his face, the gesture is intimate.

Xie An's restless and urgent heart suddenly softened. He sighed, hugged her body and buried her deeply, guiding her patiently and meticulously.Only when she was drunk and her body was warm, did she sink in and possess her completely.

A very good night.

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After getting married, Xie An moved to live in Dongshan Villa in Shangyu, Kuaiji, Wang Lang moved to Kuaiji Internal History, and worked in the Neishi Mansion in Sanyin, Junzhi during the day, and returned to Dongshan Villa after finishing business. Equivalent to an hour and a half.

Xie Anben regretted her hard work, and intended to buy a manor in Shanyin, but Wang Lang flatly refused, reasoning that he could use the time between the two places to bond with the mount.

Xie An thought that you might as well get in touch with me if you have that time, but he also thanked her for being considerate of his feelings, so he didn't say it out loud.

After more than half a year of living in peace and respect as guests, Wang Lang ordered someone to set up a reclining bed with armrests in the yard and hold a volume written by Zhang Hua in the Western Jin Dynasty. "Natural History" reading.

Not long after, a rambunctious Xiaolongbao broke into the yard, no, maybe it should be called Big Tangbao now, and asked aggressively: "Are you still a woman!"

Wang Lang lazily put down the bamboo slips and glanced at him slowly: "It doesn't matter whether I am a woman or not, you can be sure that you don't know etiquette. In addition, your third brother knows best about whether I am a woman or not. You You can ask him."

Wang Lang has always looked down on Xie Wan, thinking that he is narrow-minded, ostentatious, and essentially a fool, who will reveal his secrets as soon as he enters the pot.Xie An probably also knew that this younger brother would not be able to take on a big responsibility. Every time Xie Wan offended someone because of his arrogance, Xie An would have to personally clean up the mess for him. Even so, Xie An still had a very good relationship with this younger brother, and Wang Lang did not approve of it. evaluate.

But this time the other party took the initiative to provoke him, and Wang Lang didn't intend to tolerate it. Recalling the expression and tone of Wang Tian, ​​the most arrogant in the family, Wang Lang didn't even bother to change it, just use it directly.

"You still have the face to mention brother!" Xie Wan was so angry that he could almost see the heat above his head, "If it wasn't for you, brother would not have new clothes for a year!"

Wang Lang was stunned for a moment, then straightened his face: "Please make it clear, what's the matter with An Shi not wearing new clothes for a year?"

Although she is in charge of all the family's property, she has never been harsh on Xie An's daily expenses, nor has she ever prohibited Xie An from withdrawing money, so how could Xie Wan feel wronged for him.

Xie Wan only pretended that she didn't understand, and became even more angry: "After a man and a woman get married, the husband's clothes are all made by the wife. What do you think is going on!"

Wang Lang was amazed: "Is there such a thing?"

She thought about it, and her father Wang Shu's clothes were indeed made by her mother, Xun Shi, who personally selected the style and material, and sewed them together with several maids.And it is true that Xie An did not buy new clothes after she married her. She only said that Xie An liked to wear old clothes. After all, old clothes were soft and comfortable. Many celebrities in the Jin Dynasty preferred to wear old clothes rather than starched new clothes, but never thought it would be such a reason.

"I see, thank you for reminding me." For the first time, she thanked Xie Wan with a pleasant face.

Xie Wan obviously didn't expect her to react like this. In his imagination, his elder brother completely sacrificed his ego for the family's interests, and married at a low price. Hey, hey, he married a wicked woman.He also specially wrote a poem at that time (this poem later became the main evidence that Jiankang gossip people believed that Xie An was married but not married, Xie An took a lot of effort to settle it), mourning the misfortune of his brother, who would have thought that the villain would actually be married today? I will thank myself, could it be that there is some conspiracy?

Xie Wan, who was immersed in his own imagination, raised his head and looked towards the opposite side suspiciously, but was surprised to find that he was the only one left in the yard. Not only was the villain gone, but even the servants cleaned up the bed.

How... how unreasonable!He hasn't finished yet! ! !

Wang Lang naturally didn't know what he was thinking, or even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

She has always been a vigorous and decisive person, and she will immediately correct what is wrong. What's more, Xie An used to have no worries about food and clothing, but after marrying her, she ended up without new clothes for more than a year. A little dissatisfied, why is the gap between Xiaolongbao and Xiaolongbao so big!Obviously the dough and filling are the same, and the steaming time is also the same.

Wang Lang felt emotional for a while, felt guilty for a while, and finally decided to make up for all the new clothes he owed Xie An.

As soon as he thought of it, Wang Lang stepped on her handsome little white horse and hurried to Shanyin with two or three attendants.

Xie An learned that his fourth brother Xie Wan came to find his wife's troubles that afternoon. After returning home, he was planning to apologize for his younger brother and ask for forgiveness. Maid, only to learn that Madam went to Shanyin in the morning and never returned.

Could it be that the fourth brother was angry and left?But how could the fourth brother have the ability to get angry with her, it's common for him to get angry with himself, it doesn't make sense.

The next day was a working day, and Xie An didn't see his radiant wife until dusk:

"An Shi, try to see if this obscene dress fits you well."

Wang Lang picked out the materials at the market yesterday and rushed to work all night. For the time being, he made a piece of obscene clothing, washed it and dried it, put it away and folded it, and came to Xie An after it was loose.

Xie An was stunned for a moment, and put his arms around her waist: "You have worked hard."

Wang Lang didn't feel hard work at all, his eyes sparkled: "Try it, I made it with your old clothes."

Xie An chuckled: "I'm very happy that you can think of me." Having said that, the action at hand was not slow, and he took off his middle coat as he said, and put on Wang Lang's new obscene clothes, "clothes It's comfortable and just the right size, you take the trouble."

He stroked her face again and gently rubbed it: "Next time, you don't have to hurry. Compared with new clothes, I would rather have someone by my pillow to accompany you. One day wins three autumns, so don't miss a moment."

Blow the lamp.