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Chapter 49 Full Moon Detoxification
Walking from the suburbs to the city, the steps of the two were a little messy.
Yan Xi and Song Beiming stepped into the city when the city gate was closed, and the green cloth carriage of Beiyuan Palace had been waiting under the city gate for a long time.
Fang Xun saw that these two people suddenly looked away sensitively, he was at a loss, and felt that something was wrong.
But he made a mistake today, he didn't dare to watch or talk, and drove out respectfully.
Yan Xi and Song Beiming sat in the car.
Outside the car is the bustle of Jingdu just entering the night. The steaming smoke and the smell of the evening meal are intertwined. Pedestrians returning home are having heart-warming conversations with their families.
Sitting alone, especially Song Beiming, he didn't look sideways, nor did he glance at Yan Xi.
Yan Xi looked away from the street view of Huixuan's house, teasing Song Beiming amusedly.
Song Beiming grabbed Yan Xi's finger and said, "You are a civil servant, and you pay attention to etiquette, righteousness and shame. If you still want to see people, then don't recruit me outside."
Yan Xi raised her eyebrows and withdrew her hand. There was a smile in her eyes, but there was reason in her eyes.
Today is the fifteenth, the night of the full moon.
On the night of the full moon last year, because Yan Xi was close to Song Beiming during the day, he had a painful nocturnal emission at night.
In the past few days, after leaving Song Beiming, he suffered more and more, and it seemed like years.From being close to not kissing each other, when Song Beiming was by his side, his "glory" eased obviously; but once Song Beiming left, his "glory" intensified.
"Rong" wanted to tie Song Beiming by his side.
Drink poison to quench thirst or fight poison with poison?Yan Xi was not sure.
Yan Xi also probably knows what to do with more intimate matters.
But at that point, can the poison be detoxified?
If he wanted Song Beiming, he wanted to be more passionate and more intimate—his body told him so.
However, he couldn't prove its scientific nature, and because of some strange psychology, he was embarrassed to ask Zhou Ci.
Mr. Xia, who knows "Rong" best, is not there, he is running around like a headless chicken.
Try it.
Maybe it really works?
Even if it's useless in the end, at least there is a short-term happiness, isn't it?
It's just a cardboard man, don't worry too much about it.
Yan Xi lowered his eyes and said to Song Beiming: "Let's go to Beiyuan Palace."
It's better not to take the one-night stand object back to your home, lest you will be in love with the scene in the future, which will only increase your troubles.
Hearing this, Song Beiming was slightly taken aback, glanced at Yan Xi thoughtfully, and then shouted outside the door: "Go back to the mansion."
It was Yan Xi's first visit to Beiyuan Palace.
The palace looks resplendent from the outside, but it looks majestic from the inside.
The furniture and decorations are all in simple and simple style, and the materials are extremely particular, and any one is an antique, which can be sold for a lot of money.
This is quite in line with the dandyism Song Beiming created in Jingdu.
However, compared to the money to buy artillery, these belongings are just for appearance, not a lot of money.
Song Beiming must have other ways of making money.
Yan Xi asked suspiciously: "My lord, are you really rich, or are you pretending to be rich?"
"It's both true and false." Song Beiming said, "I don't want to lie to you. In short, there is no shortage of money. It's no problem to support you."
Yan Xi thought to himself, Song Beiming will give the one million taels if he wants, and there are several cars after the one million taels are packed. The "Hai Yan" really has no way to transport this batch of money. To save trouble, he asked for the money in Jingdu., Song Beiming even agreed to this easily.
In just a few days, he took out so much cash in one go, Song Beiming must be rich.
Even, Song Beiming is likely to have property in the business field.
If so, what kind of business is Song Beiming doing?Marching and fighting, food and grass first, food and rice?
Yan Xi thought so, it's time to ask Shen Qian to investigate the background of several big grain and rice companies in Jingdu.
There are also those brothels that Song Beiming often goes to, and they have to check carefully.
Song Beiming led Yan Xi into the main hall all the way.
Beiyuan Palace was built according to the regulations of the county king.There are warm pavilions on both sides of the main hall. The east warm pavilion is equipped with big rosewood beds for sleeping at night and for couples to sleep together; the west warm pavilion is equipped with couches for daily rest.
In the hall in the middle there are sumptuous meals.
Obviously, Song Beiming signaled that there were visitors in the mansion at night on the way, and he wanted to set a meal.
Yan Xi passed through a screen and stopped by the couch in Xinuange.
Song Beiming called him through the screen: "Come and eat, do you want some wine?"
Yan Xi sneered, and untied her hair crown inside the screen.
Song Beiming saw Yan Xi's black hair sliding down like a waterfall from the dim screen.
This is a silent invitation.
Song Beiming clenched his fists, knowing in his heart that this was also a cold temptation.
Perhaps Xuan Yin really is not young and indifferent, this person doesn't mind what will happen next, and he doesn't even mind who the target is.
Xuan Yin just wants to "dry".
Song Beiming raised his hand to make the servants retreat. The door of the main hall was slowly closed, and he could see a full moon hanging on the willows through the gradually narrowing crack of the door.
If it hadn't happened to coincide with this day, Yan Xi would have continued to leave him alone.It has nothing to do with life-saving grace and body promises.
This person is just so cold.
Song Beiming restrained himself from looking at it, but as long as this person was in the same room with him, he would continue to be bewitched and instigated.
Song Beiming's hand stuck to the screen.
Embroidered on the screen is a painting of mountains and rivers, with lofty mountains, flowing rivers, and a red sun rising in the east.
But now, the river in the painting is meandering around Yan Xi's waistline, and the crimson official robes reflect the mountains and rivers in color.
Yan Xi stuck to the screen, let his hair spread on his shoulders, his fingers rested on the front, through the screen, he said with a bit of sarcasm: "Dining? Drinking? Song Mengze, you want to play a game that will come naturally when you are here?"
Song Beiming heard the coldness in that voice.
Is it just an exchange of antidote, or is it an emotional game that lasts forever? This kind of question is suitable for tentative questions, but the other party just throws it out so bluntly.
Yan Xi pointed a finger on the screen, followed Song Beiming's outline, swipe from top to bottom, and stopped at a certain position in the middle. He smiled softly and said, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome, let alone follow any regulations. DreamZe, come here, I will give you whatever you want."
Song Beiming was already affected, his breathing tightened and his body tensed up.
With Yan Xi's martial arts, it is natural to hear such a recent breath change.
Yan Xi's eyes were gloomy, and she already knew that the thread tonight was in her own hands.
Yan Xi's fingers slowly drew circles on the screen, smelling the gradually thicker "dry" smell in the air, his voice began to soften: "Little prince...Meng Ze...A Ming...Sanlang..."
No man could stand such a call, and in the next second, the tall figure on the other side of the screen disappeared, and Yan Xi was embraced into a strong embrace.
During this series of invitations, Song Beiming had already made up his mind.
Even standing in the court meeting, this person will make people think in a beautiful direction.
No matter men or women, everyone will think in their hearts: as long as they are bold, they can spy on this person at will; as long as they are strong enough, they can possess this person.
However, only he, Song Beiming, could lock this person into his own room.
Song Beiming was even endowed with the right by this person, he could play with him, violate him, and plunder him at will.
Gentlemen and gentlemen are all liars, and you should chase after me to do things that are romantic.
Song Beiming raised his hand and grabbed the hair that he had been trying to untie all this time. He started to smell it from the hair, and got closer all the way to sniff it.
Yan Xi's lips were still red from being stained outside the city, but now she avoided it.
"Are you in a hurry again?" Yan Xi raised his hand to caress Song Beiming's face, his fingers were stained with Song Beiming's sweat.
The "dried" sweat stained Yan Xi's own skin, and he stretched his fingers comfortably, "Little prince, you always impress me, I can hardly tell when you are anxious, and when you are anxious."Are you in no hurry?"
Song Beiming let Yan Xi touch it. He took Yanxi's other hand and taught Yan Xi to untie his hair crown. He said dryly, "Don't you want to take a bath? Hot water is ready, it's in the cubicle."
"Men, as expected, they are still in a hurry. On the way, gentlemen and gentlemen, in fact, have been arranged secretly. But what kind of bath should you take?" Yan Xi's fingers touched the hairpin under Song Beiming's guidance, and he lightened it slightly.With a pull, the noble crown fell on the carpet, "Then why bother? Wouldn't it be better to sweat?"
"Have you figured it out?" Song Beiming leaned forward and picked him up. Looking at the crimson beauty lying in his arms, he felt a brutal desire to tear the official uniform, "You are willing?”
"I've come home with you, why don't you ask me if I'm willing?" Yan Xi let Song Beiming's naked eyes stare at him, "I heard that it is bliss."
"Bliss also has a different division of labor." Song Beiming hugged Yan Xi around the screen and walked towards the big bed in Dongnuange, "Which one do you want to try?"
"What are you going to bed for?" Yan Xi stopped at Xinuang Pavilion before, and just fell in love with the couch that doesn't have much meaning. He moved his body: "Meng Ze, why bother to let me choose. Your eyes are so fierce, I’ve been stripped clean long ago, do I have a choice?”
"The first night is the bridal chamber, so naturally it should be more solemn. I have never slept on anyone else's bed." Song Beiming was tall and tall, and he hugged Yan Xi very easily. Feeling the weight in his hands and his tall figure, he frowned slightly and said,"Is 'Rong' exhausted a lot, why are you so thin?"
Yan Xi was hugged very comfortably. He leaned on Song Beiming's chest and said softly, "So 'Rong' is more eager to detoxify than 'Ku'."
Song Beiming hugged him around the screen of Dongnuan Pavilion, and stopped beside the big rosewood bed.
Someone had already laid out a brand new and clean bedding on the bed, and the color was chosen to be a festive bright red.
This color is thicker than Yan Xi's crimson official robe, and it is already close to the color of Yan Xi's red lips.
No one can escape from Song Beiming's captivity at such a short distance. Song Beiming looked at the body already under his control and said, "But there is no desire in your eyes."
"The desire you're talking about is carnal desire." Yan Xi didn't care about being trapped, "My desire is different from yours. I want to merge with the dead and the dead. It has nothing to do with sex, but I just want you."
Song Beiming said calmly, "You just want to detoxify."
"Obviously they are detoxifying each other, as if I am using you." Yan Xi laughed sarcastically, his voice was soft and comfortable, "If you can't detoxify in bed, you have to try to know, right? XiaMr. Xiao said that we need to get along more, so let's go through all the ways we should try, and we will always find a way."
"As you wish," Song Beiming put him on the bed, "I, Song Beiming, will accompany you to the end."
Yan Xi pulled Song Beiming by the front, forcing the other party to follow him to the bed.
He was about to say the cruelest advice so close: "Song Beiming, I'm ruthless, don't fall into it."
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(Continued from the text) Song Beiming originally straightened up because he wanted to blow the lamps, but he changed his hands to pull down the curtains in such an invitation.
"There is no need to talk about feelings for the things that Fengyue can solve, right?" Song Beiming sneered, "Go crazy, Wei Yu."
Song Beiming kicked off his boots, he rubbed Yan Xi into his arms, and began to ask for it from Xiaoxiang's lips.
The curtains on both sides slid down.
There was a mixture of pain and bliss in Yan Xi's expression, which was hidden in the spring tent.
The crimson official robes were torn to pieces and slipped out of the tent piece by piece, and finally the scarlet python robe was also thrown out.
The night has just begun, and the full moon has just risen over the branches.
Yan Xi's tears soon fell down.