Seventy-seven meeting GL

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Changed it a bit and stopped watching the World Cup (/ω＼) "So, that's what you're talking about?" Mo Ziyou looked at the troublemaker in front of him with a dazed expression.

"That's right." Lang Yinshi brought out a pair of exquisite Go chess, the black and white pieces were made of Hetian jade of different colors, the checkerboard pattern was inlaid with silver wire, bordered with jasper, and two poems were engraved on it.

"Didn't Princess Seven always want to play chess with me?" Lang Yinshi smiled at her with narrowed eyes. "It's a beautiful day tonight, and it's time to be free."

"..."

What are you free?Mozi's quiet breath doesn't come to one place, Bengong is tired all day, and you actually let Bengong play chess with you?

"Lang Yinshi! You, you, you are simply..." Mozi stammered angrily.Simply stubborn and uncivilized!

"Who wants to play chess with you on the wedding night?"

So why did she wait with a blushing heart, and drank two glasses of wine out of nervousness?

In fact, Mo Ziyou's drinking was not just to relieve the restlessness in her heart. When she thought of the wedding ceremony tonight, she felt a little uneasy... The two women, don't know if something will happen?

So, she was so uneasy and bored, and after meeting Lang Kangzhe, she still had to wait all night with a little irritability.

But this person wants to... play chess? !

"Then what do you want to do?" Lang Yinshi asked following her words, with a playful smile on his lips.

As he said, he carefully checked the items at hand, and packed two boxes of top-quality new tea.

Looking at the chessboard in front of him, Mo Ziyou became angry, and then looked at the man, Mo Ziyou became even more angry. The stinky stone really has no interest at all!She waited in vain for a while, thinking that she had finally opened up!

"I'm going to change clothes." Mo Ziyou ignored her, turned and went to the dressing room, feeling resentful in his heart.

As Qingwu changed her clothes, she suddenly remembered that Lan Yize had sneakily reported to her three months ago.

three months ago -

"Princess, congratulations on your engagement to the prince!" Lan Yize sat in the living room, looked around with peachy eyes, and winked at Mo Ziyou with a mischievous eyebrow. "There is something, I don't know if I should tell you...well, it's about the prince..."

"But it doesn't matter." Mo Ziyou wore a purple gold skirt, motioned Qingwu to pour tea for Lan Yize, and said dignifiedly and elegantly, she was just happy because of her engagement, and Lan Yize was a close person around Lang Yinshi, Naturally understand Lang Yinshi.

Lan Yize drove away all the serving servants with an excuse, which was a bit hard to say.

"...To be honest, the seventh princess, our prince...although she is not bad in all aspects, but she is... this male and female... how should I put it, she is a little, a little not very enlightened... After so many years, men and women , Xiaguan has never seen her think about it."

Mo Ziyou raised his eyebrows, and put down the tea cup in his hand when he heard the words, just thinking that Lan Yize wanted to tell her some gossip.

"How to say?"

Lan Yize: "When I was in the military camp, I faced those shirtless elders every day. It stands to reason that ordinary women must be a little shy, right? But the prince just turned a blind eye. Looking at the men is like looking at the field. Not only is there no turmoil in my heart, but I even look forward to the meal...err... the one who is looking forward to the meal is actually me hehe." Lan Yize smiled shyly, "But if she likes women Well, every time she goes to a place like Beauty's Square to socialize, she is also very indifferent, wishing she could be a thousand miles away from the singer and dancer, and look calm..."

"Thus, even though I have been the prince's attendant for so many years, I really don't know where the prince's enthusiasm lies. If the prince neglects the seventh princess because of this, I hope the seventh princess will take care of her." Lan Yize laughed.

Mo Ziyou, who didn't notice anything, blinked and nodded blankly.

……

……

Withdrawing his memories, Mo Ziyou sighed, but Lan Yize had hit the mark?Now that I think about it, Lang Yinshi really has little desire. In terms of calmness and the presence of the old god, he can compete with the monks in the temple. But, can't even himself arouse her thoughts?

Angrily, he took off the complicated dress, changed into casual clothes, sent Qing Wu away, and Mo Ziyou reluctantly returned to the inner room.

I saw that Lang Yinshi had already changed into a light undergarment, lying neatly on the bed, put his head on his hands and smiled at her, "Come here." The bold words caught people off guard, Mo Ziyou was stunned, his cheeks slightly red.

"What are you doing?... No more playing chess?"

"What kind of chess are you playing?" Lang Yinshi laughed loudly, "It's a gift for Aunt Ming, the queen mother, when she visits her tomorrow. It's rare for the mother-in-law to visit Tianlang, so the son-in-law must pay his respects, right?"

"That's how it is!" Hearing this, Mo Zi beamed with joy, approached the bed in two steps, and sat down next to Lang Yinshi. "If you have such a heart, the queen mother may not be happy in time!"

Mo Ziyou didn't have any resentment, he pulled her arm and said with a smile. "Xiao Yin, you are so kind!"

"As your husband, you must be considerate in everything."

With a touch of tiredness, immersed in the relaxed and warm atmosphere at the moment, Lang Yinshi hugged Mo Ziyou, his breath was full of the sweet fragrance that made her miss it day and night, the two were so close, their clothes were So frivolous, Lang Yinshi could even feel Mo Ziyou's body temperature, and couldn't help feeling a little distracted.

"cough."

She raised her hand and waved it away, the gauze curtain fell, more than half of the candles in the inner room were extinguished, and it instantly became dark, covering the two of them in the ambiguous world on the side of the bed.

"Ah," Mo Ziyou called out in a low voice, raised his head, and met Shang Lang Yinshi's smiling eyes. The temperature of the night seemed to be a little different.

"Then," Lang Yinshi asked softly, his eyes were shining brightly in the dark, and his calm voice sounded very attractive. "Isn't it time to cut to the chase?"

"...Cut, cut into what topic?" Mo Ziyou suddenly felt guilty, and asked weakly, his voice trembling.

People are really contradictory. They are afraid that the other party will not care, but when the other party does, they realize that they are actually panicking.

"Aren't you very clear?" Lang Yinshi said lightly, met her slightly flustered gaze, raised the corners of his mouth, and the little fox unexpectedly revealed her delicate and dull side again.

"...I...I don't know." A burst of embarrassment suddenly surged from my heart, and I couldn't look directly into Lang Yinshi's eyes. Mo Ziyou turned around and lay down on his side in the bed like a fly, with his back on his back. Facing Lang Yinshi, his heart was pounding.

This feeling of excitement and fear... makes people feel awkward, and the sound of the heartbeat is like a drumbeat... What's the matter?

Mozi murmured darkly, although she was curled up inside, she seemed to be able to feel every subtle movement of Lang Yinshi behind her, her gaze, and the burning sensation cast on her back. What are you waiting for? Every second counts.

A hesitant and hesitant Mo Ziyou is obviously more tempting than the crisp and neat her in the past.

Lang Yinshi has always been an actionist, with the enthusiasm and longing in her heart, she stepped forward without hesitation, and hugged Mo Ziyou tightly in her arms.

The feeling of intimacy is really fascinating, the quiet and sweet fragrance of Mozi seems to penetrate into the limbs and bones, more intoxicating than wine.With her coat off, she was so thin and slender that she seemed to be broken in her arms. At this moment, feeling his chest close to her thin shoulder blades, Lang Yin was so excited that he couldn't help but look at her. Leave a kiss on the neck.

Mo Ziyou's breathing suddenly became heavy, and even her breathing became unstable, as if a flame was burning in her chest. She responded to Lang Yinshi, trying to resolve the anxiety in her heart, feeling anxious, but But also looking forward to it.

The small kisses turned into lingering pursuits, the breath gradually became fiery, and every touch of the palms was horribly hot. At some point, the clothes had faded away, and when their skins touched each other, they couldn't help sighing. A kind of force is clamoring in the body, wanting to break through the barrier, get rid of this grueling bondage, and are deeply entangled together.

The fair skin is as delicate as porcelain, the clavicle is slender and distinct, and the slightly sweet lips taste like cakes and wine when sucked lightly... It seems that it is not affectionate enough if it is light, and it seems that it is not pious enough if it is heavy. Every intimate In an instant, they almost drove each other crazy.

"You'er..." Lang Yinshi called out in a low voice.The suppressed voice was full of longing.Looking at the beautiful face of her beloved, in her eyes, there is a surge of unbearable emotion, a vortex that swallows all reason.

"……is it okay?"

Recovering his own voice from the fiery panting, Mo Ziyou opened his eyes, and the originally clear amber pupils took on a strange color at some point.The person in front of her is so touching and nostalgic for her, she trusts her unreservedly.

What could be more solemn and delightful than exchanging notes with the one you love on your wedding night?

Suppressing his shyness, Mo Ziyou clung to Lang Yinshi's ear and murmured firmly, "...Xiaoyin, I am willing."

Fiery panting, fine chant, echoed in the inner hall continuously, until the warm tent drooped, the quilt slipped off, the red candle burned out, and everything returned to the silent night.