Chapter 1125 The Geng character scroll enchants people’s hearts

"Really?" Feng Ziying thought rapidly in her mind, but said in a low voice: "Sister Feng, are you really so cold-blooded?"

Wang Xifeng was suffocated by Feng Ziying's preemptive strike. She didn't speak for a while, as if she was recalling the deep meaning hidden in Feng Ziying's words. However, Feng Ziying knew that this was just an expedient measure on her part. If she couldn't come up with words that were convincing enough, This woman will definitely become more and more suspicious.

“Sister Feng, do you remember when we first met?”

Wang Xifeng was stunned and shook his head subconsciously.

Feng Ziying ignored the other party, opened her mouth with one hand, gently caught the other person's chin and cheeks, and raised it: "You may not have much impression, but I am deeply impressed..."

Wang Xifeng's heart trembled.

"..., the first time I saw you after coming back from Linqing, you were sitting next to your ancestors. I remember clearly that you were wearing a narrow silver jacket with gold, butterfly, flowers and red satin. She was wearing a crepe skirt with jade flowers and a jade pendant tied around her waist. It should be a Pisces rose pendant, right? It's pea green, and I'm very impressed."

Feng Ziying said leisurely: "..., the hairpin on your head is like five phoenixes facing the sun. It is dazzling. If others wear it, it may be coquettish and kitsch, but if you wear it, it will be seductive but not charming. It is shining brightly. I I like..., what about that stone blue engraved silver rat coat? I haven't seen you wearing it in the past two years..."

Feng Ziying's every word was like an armor-piercing hammer that easily smashed the stronghold in Wang Xifeng's heart to pieces. Suddenly, a wave of heat penetrated her whole body from bottom to top, and there was some kind of indescribable comfort, warmth, and dizziness in the numbness. Huhu,…

"Brother Keng, it happened a few years ago. How old were you then? Why..." Wang Xifeng breathed heavily, her cheeks were on fire, her brows were full of spring, and she stared at Feng Ziying.

Feng Ziying looked at each other calmly: "Sister Feng, what do you think? Does age matter? I decided at that time that this woman was born for me, and I must get her..."

The sound of the boom was like a flood breaking through a bank, sweeping away all the worries, fears, and doubts in Wang Xifeng's heart, leaving only a stream of hot affection rushing back and forth in her chest.

"But,…"

"I know you are a married woman, but it doesn't matter. I can wait. Brother Lian doesn't cherish you. As a friend, I don't have much advice. I just let him go. And I think Brother Lian is not worthy either. You, or rather, it’s not suitable for you, but I can also say with a clear conscience that Brother Lian and I have known each other for several years. As friends, I didn’t do anything to fan the flames and sow discord. I just didn’t persuade them too much, because I have some kind of expectation in my heart, and this expectation finally came true. Please forgive me for being selfish..."

Feng Ziying's majestic and frank manner made Wang Xifeng's whole body tremble violently. Her beautiful eyes were filled with incomprehensible emotions and tears, and they fell down, moistening the rouge on her cheeks.

"Brother Keng, I..." Wang Xifeng could no longer control her emotions. All the suffering and fear for so long had made her wonder what the man in front of her who had obtained her body thought of her, but today With a few words, all her worries and doubts were completely swept away in an instant, replaced by endless affection and desire.

There are no more unnecessary words. Wang Xifeng’s beautiful eyes are shining brightly, her blood-red lips are softly scented, her breath is whistling, that expectation, that longing, that infatuation...

In this situation, how could Feng Ziying be able to hold it back? She pressed her head down heavily, and the thumping sound soon turned into an extremely passionate embrace, as if she wanted to embed every part of the other person's body into her own. In the body,…

Even though that day was full of entanglement, Feng Ziying was not able to be kissed by the other party without reservation like today. Anyone can clearly feel the surging affection.

 Embroidered jackets, scarves, long skirts, and bellybands are all fluttering like a goddess scattering flowers...

The fragrance of the orchid jacket has faded, the robe of the tent is red, and the embroidered pillows are turning and changing. …

 Happy to others, gentle waves slip away frequently. The mandarin duck quilt is spread out, and the waves are rolling over the red crepe. The fragrant and sweat-stained shark's gauze is slightly exposed several times.

 …, plum calyx dew, rouge sandalwood mouth,…

Fighting in a lifetime, do your best one day.

Ping'er couldn't help but cover his hot face with his cold hands, quietly stood on the inner courtyard door, and looked out through the inner courtyard door.

She told Baoxiang to guard the outer courtyard gate, just to avoid this embarrassing situation. Fortunately, Baoxiang was quite obedient. From the gap in the inner courtyard door, she could see Baoxiang conscientiously guarding the outer courtyard door. , put his hands in his armholes, stamped his feet, and looked out into the alley.

The sound coming from the wing was too loud. In order to prevent the sound from coming out from the crack in the door, Ping'er had to carefully walk to the door of Xiangfang and tighten the door. When he walked to the door, he couldn't help but make some mistakes. A glimpse through the gap in the door almost made Ping'er collapse on the threshold.

Accompanied by bursts of indescribable sounds, the lotus feet were like jade, swaying and making waves...

Ping'er was so frightened that she used all her strength to carefully pull the door tightly, and then quietly left. Even now, the thrilling scene in Ping'er's mind still made her intoxicated.

Grandma was still very aggressive when she came, saying that she wanted to have a good time with Uncle Feng and talk about the possible cooperation between the old man and Uncle Feng. Why did they end up on the kang in a short time, and made it so difficult? Such shouting is unbearable.

 …

The sounds in the wing gradually became quieter, and then there was a burst of inaudible whispers. Before calling himself, Ping'er knew that he shouldn't go there, so he honestly guarded the door of the inner courtyard.

This courtyard is still a little small. Although it has two courtyards, the inner courtyard and the east and west wings are too small, so there is no sound insulation effect at all. Fortunately, the outer courtyard is slightly larger, but if anyone is in the inner courtyard, If you listen carefully through the partition wall or door, you can definitely hear it clearly in the dead of night.

Didn’t it mean that this was where Uncle Feng used to live in the Golden House and housed Aunt Zhen’s two younger sisters? Uncle Feng isn't afraid of being ignored when he and Er Youhuan are having a good time?

Thinking of this, Ping'er suddenly realized why he was thinking about these boring questions. Could it be that just because he felt that he and his grandma had support, he was a little shameless thinking that sooner or later he would become Uncle Feng's pillow?

Ping'er couldn't help but cover her cheeks and let the coolness on her hands calm her thoughts. Ping'er suddenly remembered that these days were the most fertile times for her second mistress. She had previously kept saying that she was only talking about business. think…

Ping'er couldn't help but get a little worried when he thought of this. If it happened this time, it would be really difficult. Contraception would be much more troublesome at this time.

 The side room finally became quiet.

The charcoal basin in the room kept the whole room fairly warm, and coupled with this "bare-shirted fierce battle", the two of them were covered in sweat, and they could only pull a quilt to cover them up.

　　Feng Ziying has entered the time of the sage, but Wang Xifeng has gradually regained her clarity and sanity.

With her plump and soft body pressed against her, even though she had entered the time of the sage, Feng Ziying could not help but recite Amitabha.

"Brother Keng, you are going back to Yongping Mansion tomorrow, but you have to go into the mansion today. You neither went into the garden to see Bao Yatou and Lin Yatou, nor did you meet and greet the second master, but you talked with the eldest master for more than an hour. , and eating wine together, what kind of drama is this?" Wang Xifeng has not yet fully recovered from the aftertaste, her face is flushed, her hair is wet on her forehead, and her voice is a little greasy, plus she is confused and lazy. The look in his eyes all aroused Feng Ziying's nerves.

“Why, how can Shibo and I have a drink to attract everyone’s attention?” Feng Ziying put her hand into the quilt and pinched it. It was smooth and plump, and there was a lingering fragrance when she took it back.

"Isn't it great that you are now a famous person in the capital city? In this tea house and theater, where is no one talking about the Battle of Qian'an and the story of your visit to the Mongolian Hongmen Banquet?" Wang Xifeng's Danfeng eyes were blurred and lazily, revealing a bit of excitement. It was obvious that he was also I feel very proud that this man with whom I have had such a good time has such a reputation.

"So what? It's just a false reputation. It will naturally cool down after a few days. The Mongols have not completely retreated yet. Sister Feng, believe it or not, by the next spring, no one will remember this." Feng Ziying With an indifferent look on his face, he said, "I am a fellow magistrate of Yongping Mansion. I just have to do my job well. I don't have much interest in getting involved in other matters."

"So you let the elder take care of it for you?" Wang Xifeng suddenly stood up and stared at Feng Ziying with burning eyes.

Feng Ziying responded with a glaring look, but it fell on Wang Xifeng's chest, "What are you doing?"

Only then did Wang Xifeng realize that she had moved too much. She screamed and quickly pulled up the quilt to cover her. Then she looked for her bellyband, but she didn't know where it was thrown by Feng Ziying. She simply stopped looking for it, but she still said reluctantly: "What are you doing? Do you even need to ask? Are you still asking me to answer riddles? Why, the eldest master plans to give you the second girl as a concubine?"

Feng Ziying quickly shook her head: "It doesn't matter, Sister Feng, don't talk nonsense."

"Humph, you have a thief's heart but not your courage. Didn't Jia Lian tell you before? If you are really interested in the second girl, you may not be able to get the big man to nod." Wang Xifeng curled her lips: "I'm too lazy to care about your nonsense. , I just want to ask if you and the eldest master are discussing the redemption of Wu Xun, who was captured in Jingzhong?"

“So what if it is, so what if it’s not?” Feng Ziying still had to whet the woman’s appetite. When it came to these matters, Wang Xifeng was smarter than anyone else, and could clearly distinguish between affection and interests.

"If so, then if the old man can do it, I can do it too, and I can guarantee that I can do it better, more thoughtfully and more safely than he does." Wang Xifeng held the quilt in one hand to cover her chest, while sitting up, her smooth face The fragrant jade shoulders, pink and jade-carved arms, and the messy black hair are really charming.

 (End of this chapter)