The lady of a good match

Feng Jingyi's gaze stayed on his face for a few seconds, then he moved away calmly, and changed the subject casually:

"In fact, General Huo sent me a letter recently, saying that the Yan family sent a lot of food and grass materials to the border. I am very pleased."

As for the Yan family, he was not mistaken, Yan Qing could always do the right thing at the right time.

After pondering for a while, Yingli bowed his head and said:

"I heard from my brother-in-law that last winter, the small town near the northern border was harassed by the migrating herds of animals and lost a lot of food. The food saved by General Huo Yang was distributed to the people in the town. In addition... ...Dijun also knows his brother-in-law's origin, and has deep feelings for Beijiang, so he discussed it with Qing'er, and it is also an honor for the Yan family to share Dijun's worries."

After going through a series of things, Yingli tried a few times, and found that now he could implicitly mention Wei Shuhan's situation in front of the emperor.

Feng Jingyi frowned, and then said with an unpredictable expression:

"Well, it's intentional... However, Yan Qing is very indulgent to his wife, and the twisted melon is also very easy to eat."

He could see that Yan Qing was paving the way for Wei Shuhan, but he was not in the least rude, everything was done just right, even if he wanted to make trouble, he couldn't find a good excuse.

Ying Li shook his head: "I'm afraid the emperor has misunderstood, they are not twisting, but twisting to please each other."

Looking at Qing'er and Shuhan's stickiness in the house before, it was so sweet. In Hong Yao's words, watching their husband and wife show their affection, my heart was so sweet that they twitched.

Seeing that he seemed to have remembered something, Feng Jingyi curled his mouth in a dazed memory, and lightly clicked his tongue: "Why, are you envious?"

"Cough..." Ying Li came to his senses, embarrassed by his half-smiley expression, and hurriedly shook his head in denial, "No, I just think it's good that they are like this, Qing'er has Shuhan to take care of everyone, so don't worry."

"Oh……"

Feng Jingyi replied in a low tone, Yingli couldn't pick up the words, and both of them fell silent in embarrassment.

Ying Li didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he always felt that Dijun's gaze swept across his face from time to time, and every time he raised his head, he collided with that deep gaze.

After drinking a pot of wine, it was supposed to go away as usual, but Feng Jingyi asked Yang Heng to bring up another pot. Of course, Ying Li couldn't refuse, and it wasn't until he was a little drunk that he realized that this kind of wine had a lot of stamina. ...Drunk until drunk and waited until it was probably enough.

"Emperor, I'm drunk and can't drink anymore." When Feng Jingyi was about to pour him another drink, Yingli raised his hand to block it, "It's late at night, I should leave."

Otherwise, the little girl from Hongyao would yell again when she went back to sue Qing'er, saying that he was having a good time.

Feng Jingyi looked at his blurred eyes and asked in a low voice: "Drunk?"

Ying Li blushed and nodded: "Yeah."

After the experience of the last Qionglin Banquet, he is much more frank about drunkenness. Don't be brave when you are drunk. Dijun's drinking capacity is not comparable to him.

"I poured the last cup, you have to drink it."

With the other hand, Feng Jingyi grabbed his hand covering the jug and filled his wine glass.

Yingli held up the wine glass with both hands: "I respect the emperor."

Feng Jingyi raised his wine glass: "Okay."

The so-called drinking capacity, once the critical line is reached, one more drink is like one more pot, Ying Li, who was still sober, became dizzy after drinking a drink, patted his forehead and stood up to salute:

"The emperor rests early, and the minister will leave."

Feng Jingyi saw that he was quite drunk, his eyes darkened: "You are quite drunk, can you go?"

Ying Li nodded stupidly: "Yes, it's late at night, and I'm going to trouble Commander Xiao again."

Feng Jingyi stared at his flushed face, and said a word after a while: "Okay."

Putting down the wine glass but holding it gently with both hands, a trace of entanglement flashed in his eyes, watching the swaying man walking out with his forehead, one step, two steps...

At the last second when he could reach Yingli's clothes, Feng Jingyi still couldn't help reaching out and grabbing his sleeves, and pulling back gently, the already dizzy person lost his center of gravity and was startled. With a cry, he fell straight back.

The moment he fell down, Ying Li didn't realize that it was Feng Jingyi who pulled his sleeve from behind, thinking that he accidentally caught the corner of the table on the hem of his clothes.

"Clang clang..."

"Crack..."

After the man fell down, Feng Jingyi grabbed his hand and carried it to his arms. The wine glass that was swept by the hem of his clothes accidentally fell to the ground and shattered.

Yang Heng, who was guarding outside, stepped in quickly and asked through the screen:

"Dijun, you..."

"go out."

Before Eunuch Yang finished speaking, Feng Jingyi blocked his words in a cold voice.

"Yes."

Yang Heng came to his senses quickly, stepped back and closed the door.

"Well……"

Ying Li, who was wrapped in Feng Jingyi's arms, shook his head and stared dazedly at the person who looked down at him, struggling subconsciously, but Feng Jingyi took advantage of the situation and pressed him sideways on the soft bed.

"Emperor...Emperor..."

Ying Li is not so confused that he doesn't know anything, Feng Jingyi is not stupid for pressing him like this, is he drunk?

"Dijun, please let go..."

"Don't let it go."

Feng Jingyi resolutely refused, pinched his chin with his thumb and gently stroked his soft lips, then lowered his head after a while.

Ying Li turned his head the moment he touched his lips, and the kiss landed on the side of his face, causing his already hot face to burn immediately, but turning his head so hard made his head dizzy even more, and he wanted to try hard to maintain it. I can't do anything sober...

"Didn't you just say you wouldn't reject me?"

Feng Jingyi questioned dissatisfiedly, but his tone was very gentle, even pampering. Before Ying Li could answer, the person on him lowered his head and kissed his face and neck again, and his breath gradually became thicker.

Yingli's remaining sanity made him struggle subconsciously:

"Hmm...Dijun, you have misunderstood the person..."

This is what kind of concubine he is...

"Yingli, I like you, can't you feel it?"

Feng Jingyi turned his face around and pinched him so that he could look at her, and untied his bundled hair with one hand.

He didn't know why Ying Li became more and more pleasing to his eyes, and he always wanted to make Ying Li participate in everything.

At first, I thought it might be because of Yingli's talent, but there are many talented people, such as Yan Qing, but he didn't have this special feeling for anyone other than Yingli, until Qionglinyan. It was only after the second prize that the drunk and confused person got into the carriage that he realized that it was because he liked it.

"Like it? Is Dijun drunk?"

Ying Li raised his hand and patted his forehead, he really couldn't feel it, no, it should be said that he didn't think about that at all... Could it be that Dijun saw the throbbing in his heart and deliberately teased him?

"Well, I'm drunk..."

Feng Jingyi bit his neck forcefully, waved down the bed curtain, cut off the light, stopped talking and kissed him directly,

"Mmmm..."

Yingli's head was blank, and when Feng Jingyi's lips touched him, he subconsciously held his breath, and pushed and patted Feng Jingyi's shoulders with both hands.

"Kissing skills are really bad." Feng Jingyi let go of the person, "What are you doing holding your breath when kissing..."

Looking at the man who was breathing heavily after he let go, Feng Jingyi couldn't help laughing, Ying Li's reaction was beyond his expectation, he always felt that even if a person with a romantic body is not experienced in many battles, he should not have experienced it. Human affairs, but right now this person who holds his breath while kissing clearly has never experienced anything... He is a chick, so it turns out that a trace of innocence occasionally revealed from embarrassment is his true nature.

"Should leave..."

Feng Jingyi lowered his head and gently wrapped his arms around his earlobe. He had already untied his belt in his hands. He put his warm palms into his clothes, covered his skin, and rubbed gently on his chest, gently touching his body. Trembling lightly, the place touched couldn't help but feel hot.

Suddenly, his chest felt cold, and Ying Li was so frightened that he woke up a little:

"Emperor, no way..."

They are monarchs and ministers, if this line is stepped on, it will be chaotic...

Feng Jingyi: "How do you know I can't do it if you haven't tried it?"

"No..."

He didn't mean that, but Feng Jingyi didn't give him a chance to explain, raised his hands to cover his eyes and lowered his head to cover his noisy mouth.

"Uh huh..."

The person who was a little sober after the training was completely dizzy again, and his last rationality was defeated by the surging drunkenness, and even the resistance just now gradually turned into unconscious pandering...

Only then was Feng Jingyi satisfied, and he moved his palm towards his lower abdomen, and asked softly in his ear with a hoarse voice, bewitching:

"Yingli, have you ever had a woman here?"

"No...no."

Ying Li swallowed impatiently, he had been serving Yan Qing all the time before, so why would he think about these things...

Feng Jingyi nibbled on his neck and asked, "Where's the man?"

"Ok?"

The confused person couldn't turn the corner, he let out a long soft hum, his peach eyes were infatuated, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was infinitely charming.

Feng Jingyi's throat tightened, and he poked his palm behind his waist and asked again: "I asked you, have any men touched your body? For example, here..."

"Hmm..." The idiot frowned because of being touched abnormally, but he answered the question honestly, "No."

Feng Jingyi finally smiled with satisfaction, looked at him and said word by word:

"Then don't forget how you feel tonight."

Messy clothes slid from the bed to the floor, gradually tactful panting and persuasive words came from inside the tent.

Ying Li was completely confused at the beginning, and was in a cloud of mist being served by Feng Jingyi, but later on he was indeed sober.

He is a martial arts practitioner. Although his physique still looks thin, he will not faint to death just because he has just experienced human affairs. What's more, Feng Jingyi is very experienced and knows how to take care of his feelings. Be funny, be patient and please him.

They are all at the young age, and the taste of food is out of control. He was even seduced by a domineering man and talked about love when he was emotionally happy. Feng Jingyi's panting was still lingering in his ears, so he thought It's impossible to pretend you don't know anything...