On the day of marriage, most of the fairy world came, and the flowing water mat was placed straight at the foot of the mountain, and the mountains next to it were also filled.

Yanzhi saw this kind of feasting in flowing water, but her knowledge was too narrow. According to Ye Rong's idea, such a method of setting was not good and not flat enough. So he planned to move a few of the mountains away and use them to feasting in flowing water.

Several monsters on the hills cried one after another, and the small roads in the mountains formed a stream. Yanzhi could not do anything, and it took a lot of effort to stop him from moving the mountain.

Even though the banquet was still held for a month, the Emperor sent all the immortal kitchens in the Nine Heavens. He broke his bones every day after waving his spoon every day, and then he barely drove the banquet.

Not to mention the Weaver Girl in the Ninth Heaven. She originally had a superb piece of clothing for a year, but now she has taken the wedding dress for the Emperor Immortal, but she was almost exhausted. She had never seen the wedding dress for the whole month of the family, and had to change three wedding dresses for morning, noon and evening a day. However, Weaver Girl did not dare to neglect each one, and each piece took a lot of effort.

When I have too much thought about taking the flowers, the weight will naturally not be light. I often have to change my rouge. I feel so tired that Ye Rong still remembers all the past and deliberately tempers her. However, she is a coward and dares to whisper in her heart.

After getting married, Yanzhi was thinking about giving Ye Rong a bun, but he was too cautious and remembered to use medicine for himself every day to prevent it from being airtight.

She secretly looked for a gap for a long time before she realized that he had a very poor alcohol tolerance, which was far from when he was Su Mu. Once, after eating a few candies in the wine heart, he was drunk and lost the Qingming Festival in the past. He did whatever he said, and was very merciless.

Rouge poured the sweet wine made a few days ago into a porcelain white bowl. The sweet fragrance of grapes came to her face. She took a sip and couldn't help frowning. It was a little too sweet, and she didn't know if he would drink it.

Just as he was thinking, someone came in behind him and surrounded her waist. He smelled the sweet wine. He looked at the sweet wine in her hand and said in a slight voice: "I want it too."

Yanzhi was overjoyed, and it was delivered to him automatically. She saved a lot of effort to deceive him into drinking. She hurriedly handed him the bowl, but Ye Rong didn't answer.

This statement is too obvious. Judging from Yanzhi's unpredictable thoughts day and night, it's simply a matter of killing a chicken!

She lowered her head and took a big sip, turned around in his arms, reached out to hook his neck and pulled it down, and put it on his lips and fed it to him.

Ye Rong bent her eyebrows and smiled overflowed from her eyes. She embraced her waist and enjoyed it very much. After drinking it with her little mouth, she gently rubbed her lips, "So sweet."

Yanzhi was delighted, took another sip, and fed it to him in a manner. After a few strokes, he was a little untenable. He leaned on her slightly, his eyes were blurred, "No."

Is this your responsibility?

Yanzhi hurriedly supported him and leaned against the stove, picked up the bowl and sent most of the remaining ones into his mouth, and murmured as if he was wronged: "Qingqing, there is still a little more. I specially brewed it for you. I will be sad if you don't finish drinking it."

Ye Rong leaned against her, blinking her eyes as if she was a little sleepy. Seeing Yanzhi begging like this, she drank the bowl one by one.

Yanzhi carefully coaxed her, her posture was like a drunken child of the Guanliang family.

When the bowl saw the bottom, Yanzhi gave up. After using the strength to feed, he barely helped him up and staggered out. Ye Rong's steps were obviously floating, and it was all up to her to support him. Yanzhi was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she... we... went back to the house to give birth... but there were so many buns... there were three..."

Ye Rong seemed not to understand Yanzhi's words, and just showed doubts on his face and repeated gently, "...Bun?"

Yanzhi glanced at him, her clear eyebrows and eyes were slightly confused, her hair was tied with her hair, her eyebrows and eyes were elegant and clean, and she looked weak and gentlemanly. She blushed inexplicably and said shyly: "Yes, it must be as good as you." She paused and whispered, "In this way, you don't have to be jealous of others every time..."

She thought he really didn't care whether he wanted a child, but once when she was listening to the opera in the mortal world, she was very immersed in watching it. When she came to her senses and went to find him, she found that he was holding a candied haws outside to coax a small radish head. The expression in her eyes made people feel sad when they looked at it.

But he is really a scheming person. He believes that if he cannot give birth, he cannot give birth. Even if there are many variables, he will not allow him to appear.

It was both distressing and uncomfortable to call Yanzhi. He thought about having more than a few more people, so as not to try hard to suppress the evil spirit in his body every day.

Yanzhi made up her mind to turn him into the house and helped him onto the couch step by step. Then she didn't know what to do. In the past, he bullied her, but now it was his turn but he couldn't do it.

Ye Rong lay on the couch, blinking her long eyelashes one after another, quiet and harmless. The crow-green clothes made her look fair and white and beautiful. Yanzhi looked at her carefully before realizing that the beautiful and beautiful food meant that.

Thinking of it, I couldn't help but smile and reached out to untie his belt. But my heart was too weak and my hands were shaking. I couldn't untie it after a long time of untie it. Seeing that there was no resistance at all, I raised my eyes and looked at him again.

But he was watching his hand untied his belt, no longer having the bullying spirit of the past, and just watching quietly, looking like he was bullying.

Her hands trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes and looked at her, reached out and held it up, holding it with his belt, and said in a slight confusion, "Master, what are you going to do?"

The ending sound fell slightly, and it became more and more obvious that Yanzhi was a bad master who hooked his disciple's feet. Her face was burning very hot for a moment, so she quickly lowered her head and kissed him on his forehead to comfort her.

It must be done today, otherwise he will be vigilant next time, but it will not be so easy to deceive.

Yanzhi hurriedly stood up and untied her belt, and then went to untied him as expected, but he didn't expect that his ears would turn light pink.

rouge:"……?"

He was obviously very bad in the past, but why did he become a different person today?

"The Master pleases me?"

The floating and heavy sound reached Yanzhi's ears, and her face turned red with a "boom". She really underestimated the degree of this face. These words combined are inexplicably shameful and evil.

Yanzhi climbed up and kissed him. Her lips were slightly soaked with wine, making her lips look more and more shimmering, sweet but not greasy. Seeing him looking at her with his eyes open and waiting quietly for the answer, Yanzhi agreed shyly.

Ye Rong was filled with joy when she heard this. She looked up and touched her lips gently.

The jade-colored gauze hangs slightly, half-covered, only a beautiful color remains.

When it was getting dark, Yanzhi took advantage of Ye Rongjiu's wake up and hurriedly got up to clean his clothes and fir. She even combed her hair neatly, and the corners of the bed were flat and the quilt were not spared, as if nothing had happened before.

I finally settled down to make wine soup for him. When I brought it there, I woke up and raised my hand and pressed my forehead. Seeing that she had nothing to do, she looked slightly confused.

Yanzhi was in a panic and put the hangover soup on the table seriously, jumped to the bed, with a well-behaved look on his face, "Qingqing, you woke up, I just drank this little for you, and you slept for so long, but it made me bored."

Ye Rong smiled when he heard this, reached out and touched her face, "Are you tired?"

Yanzhi leaned against him, "I'm so tired. I've been playing outside for a long time with Qisha." These words were a bit like there was no silver here.

Ye Rong looked down at her, but the slightest bit of rouge was not exposed, but the fatigue on her face was still hanging. She didn't even take a good rest on her head, and now she still had to cheer up and deal with him.

Ye Rong simply said nothing, lifted the brocade quilt and wrapped her in the quilt, lowered her head and kissed her on the forehead, and said warmly: "If you are so tired, you will take a rest."

Yanzhi lay on the couch and watched him leave the house. Seeing that he really thought he was just having a dream, he happily carried the quilt back and forth on the bed, but he was still too happy. Not long after, Ye Rong came in with a bowl of medicine. When Yanzhi smelled the smell, he knew that it was used to avoid the child.

As the footsteps approached, Rouge drilled into the quilt and pretended to be dead. When he heard him put the bowl on the stool beside the couch, he couldn't help but feel sad. It was so hard to deceive!

The next moment he was taken out of the quilt, rubbing her face as she pretended to be asleep, "Drink the medicine before sleeping."

Yanzhi was so angry that she gritted her teeth and could not reveal her feet at all. She finally got the opportunity to get it. She must not let go easily. She grabbed his hand and said innocently: "We haven't taken off our clothes today, why should we drink this?"

Ye Rong chuckled lightly when she heard this, lowered her head and said in her ear: "I smell my body, and I still have to argue."

Yanzhi felt a bolt from the blue when she heard this, and fell on the couch with a sad face and couldn't speak.

Ye Rong turned around and took the medicine and handed it to her. Yanzhi looked at the light yellow medicine juice in the bowl, and felt that there were already three buns in her stomach. She said two words in aggrieved moment, "It's bitter..."

Ye Rong held the medicine and coaxed softly: "Can you add some sugar?"

Yanzhi looked at him resentfully, her thin white little fingers scratching his legs, and she pulled the crying voice tremblingly, "There are three, how can you bear it..."

Ye Rong was so amused and laughed at him. He reached out and held her little finger and said no, "What three are not three, and the roots are not firmly established, there is nothing."

Seeing that his face was gentle, Yanzhi hurriedly seized the opportunity, "This time, there will be more three, next time. Since we can divide the evil spirits, we will give birth to a few more. I am so good, I can give birth to more than ten or twenty..."

Ye Rong's face immediately became unfavorable, and he placed the bowl heavily on the stool, "No, dozens or twenty, your body..."

Yanzhi hurriedly said, "Not ten or twenty, just one, just one~"

Ye Rong looked at her without saying a word, Yanzhi rubbed her face with aggrieved look, her eyes full of pity that you didn't even give me buns.
Chapter completed!