The lady of a good match

"No, no need..." Yan Qing was startled, sober for a few minutes, pushing and shoving with both hands, "The ceremony of Duke Zhou will be avoided... Well, I won't... Hey, you let go... "

He can't do it, uh, although he has heard a lot, he has never practiced it.

Although the following words sounded as soft as a mosquito, Wei Shuhan still heard it, his eyes darkened and he said to himself:

"You are drunk, I will wait for you to change clothes and rest, do nothing, don't touch you, don't flop around, what should you do if the noise is so loud that people passing by will listen to the corner of the wall."

It doesn't matter if he is still young and immature, he will, let him know in the future, he will teach him everything.

"Oh...well, then...then there is Mrs. Lao..."

Yan Qing heaved a sigh of relief after hearing what he said, gave up struggling, and carefully lowered her voice, allowing him to strip off her coat. Really, it was he who was thinking too much. Wei Shuhan was innocent at this moment. How can a person like him think wildly?

The mood was relaxed, and the spirit of drinking that subsided for a moment surged up again. However, today was regarded as a very important event, and the stars were changing, and the heavens treated him well.

When the spirit of alcohol came up completely, Yan Qing's head became dizzy, and after a while she felt that her eyelids were heavy, and she couldn't help closing her eyes.

Wei Shuhan changed people's clothes in a proper manner, brought the hot water prepared by the servants to wipe his hands and feet, and then soaked his feet, undressed and went to bed.

Looking at the childish face close at hand, I can't help but think of the elegant demeanor of him teaching the princes in the Wenhua Palace through the pavilions and pavilions when we met again in the previous life. There was a hint of cunning and wisdom in the corner of the smiling mouth.

At that time, he wanted to keep him safe for the rest of his life, but unfortunately, there were too many uncontrollable accidents, coupled with subsequent conspiracy entanglements, even if he had all the power in the world, he could only watch him carry the enmity of the Yan family and the Manchu family with him in the end. Die with resentment.

Wei Shuhan carefully looked at the sleeping person, and finally his eyes rested on those pink lips. He bowed his head sideways, and gently embraced him without hesitation. In this life, this person is his, no matter who it is, he can't snatch it from him. .

He will rehabilitate the Wei family and help the Yan family survive the catastrophe. He believes that the Yan family was wronged.

They got married as husband and wife, loving each other, and from then on, they have gone through all kinds of storms, helped each other in the same boat, and never left each other for life.

Before the coronation ceremony, Yan Qing almost didn't drink alcohol on weekdays, so this time she slept until the sun was high before waking up, still feeling dizzy and dizzy.

Getting up with his forehead propped up, his face was also abnormally pale. At this moment, Wei Shuhan had finished packing and was reading in the outside room, when he heard a voice coming in quickly:

"Husband is awake?"

"Hmm..." Yan Qing got up, put his hand over his mouth and yawned. When he raised his eyes, he saw Wei Shuhan in a blue robe and a brocade belt, making his figure even taller and taller. He couldn't help it. Sigh in my heart:

The hero is young and magnificent.

I don't know how Yan Minghuan, a beast in his previous life, managed to abuse people in every way. Wei Shuhan was born in a general family, and his kung fu was superb, but he was almost crippled by a group of things that were inferior to beasts.

"But where is the discomfort?"

With a broad palm on his forehead, the person sat on the edge of the bed and gently embraced his shoulders. Looking at the pale-faced and dazed-eyed person, Wei Shuhan couldn't help feeling distressed. This person, making such a sacrifice, should be in every possible way. Let me wish, in my previous life, before I was admitted for fame, Yan Qing only read sage books, and rarely cared about other things, let alone this kind of thing.

The approaching breath and intimate movements made Yan Qing couldn't help but blush after he recovered, pulled his messy clothes and long hair, and pushed the person out:

"I'm fine..."

Being rejected, Wei Shuhan's eyes flashed with disappointment, and then changed the subject: "I will help you wash and change your clothes."

"No need..." Yan Qing waved his hands, without looking up at him, and said directly, "Let Ying Li come in and serve me, you don't need to serve me."

"He's busy with other things." Wei Shuhan replied.

"Then I'll do it myself..."

Yan Qing helped his dizzy forehead, got off the bed, and felt dizzy as soon as he stood up. He seldom drank alcohol before, and was occasionally dragged by his brother to have a drink. Suddenly he drank too much and really couldn't bear it.

Wei Shuhan quickly supported him and sat him back on the bed:

"You're not used to alcohol. You drank a little too much yesterday, and you're still hungover now. Don't be brave."

"Well... right, I don't drink on weekdays..."

Yan Qing shook his head helplessly, and when Wei Shuhan came over to wipe his face with a handkerchief, he didn't refuse.