Chapter 49
You Yang was supervised by the governess all the way. She didn't dare to relax for a moment and spent the whole day stiffly, with such a heavy object on her head.
"It's not healed yet. My neck hurts so much. This thing is so heavy." She complained softly to Song Yanting.
Song Yanting took the round fan from her hand and was so breathless at seeing her beauty that he couldn't help but touch her pretty little face.
"If you feel tired, take off the phoenix crown and wash yourself. If you feel hungry, ask your two maids to bring you food."
"Ansheng, wait for your husband to come back." After giving these instructions, Song Yanting left the bridal chamber.
Song Jingmo had been waiting outside for a long time.
"Cousin, you're finally out. We two brothers won't go home until we're drunk tonight!"
"With your alcohol tolerance, don't fall down after just two glasses." Wei Lian teased him.
Song Jingmo retorted, "Who are you looking down on?"
He puffed out his chest and said, "I am a man of great capacity."
Song Yan glanced at him calmly and said, "You will sit at the same table with my son later."
Song Jingmo's alcohol tolerance is not very good, but he loves to eat and drink.
Wei Lian laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back.
"Wei Lian, please don't hesitate to have a few more drinks. After I leave the capital in a few days, I'll need you to take care of the capital. If anything goes wrong, please inform me immediately."
Wei Lian: "Of course, I will drink as much as I want and I will help you with your work."
Song Yanting ignored him and went to the front yard. Song Jingmo chased after him, chattering non-stop. In order to avoid suspicion, Wei Lian went to the front yard from another road.
Song Fuyu and several princes and princesses sat at the same table. At the moment, the four people had completely different moods.
Song Fuyu and Song Qingwan toasted each other happily.
No one paid any attention to Song Anyao. She sat there sulking, and soon she left the table in an unruly manner and returned to the palace.
Song Yunlan had a frustrated look on his face, drinking alone, feeling melancholy but with no one to confide in. This was completely different from the joyous atmosphere in the mansion.
"Why did the eldest brother and sister start drinking first without waiting for me, the third brother?" Song Yan heard the groom in a bright red satin wedding suit coming late with a happy face.
All the guests except Song Fuyu and Song Qingwan bowed in unison, "Greetings to His Majesty the Xuanwang."
Song Yanting raised his glass and drank it first, then had fun with the other guests.
"Today is the prince's big day, everyone, have a good time. Don't save money on wine for the Xuanwang Mansion, drink as much as you can."
Song Fuyu teased him, "Yuan De, why don't you fill your master's glass? Today is a happy day. The more wine the groom drinks, the happier the couple's life will be in the future."
Song Yanting picked up the refilled wine glass and had a few drinks with Song Fuyu.
"Thank you for your kind words, my Royal Brother."
It's rare to hear Song Fuyu speak so pleasantly.
Song Qingwan noticed Song Jingmo following behind Song Yanting, "I was wondering why I didn't see that naughty Song Jingmo today. It turns out he went to find you to avoid drinking."
Song Jingmo secretly thought that this was not good and stepped back to sneak away. If he was targeted by his cousin, he would probably be in trouble.
"Today is a big day for my royal sister. Song Jingmo just said that he would not leave until he was drunk with you." Song Yanting grabbed Song Jingmo's sleeve and brought him back.
"Oh, this kid is rare."
Song Qingwan has a very good alcohol tolerance. Song Jingmo can't drink as much as her. He always avoids her at such times. Now that he is caught today, he has no way to escape.
Song Jingmo had a sad face and was about to put his hands together and beg Song Yanting to let him go.
I should have known not to speak so arrogantly in front of my third brother. I’m done for.
Song Yanting ignored his expression and asked knowingly, "Why are you running? Aren't you looking for someone to drink with?"
Song Jingmo was handed over to Song Qingwan with a dead heart.
After three rounds of drinks with Song Fuyu, Song Yanting turned his gaze to Song Yunlan who was silent on the side.
He deliberately put his arm around his shoulder and leaned over. "Today is Third Brother's big day. Does Fifth Brother have any auspicious words for Third Brother?"
Song Fuyu smiled and chatted with other guests without saying a word. Knowing that Song Yunlan liked Youyang, she deliberately allowed Song Yanting to provoke her.
The more fiercely the two men fought over his breakup, the better, because breakup would eventually be the last straw for both of them.
Song Yunlan's face darkened instantly. "Third brother, you think too highly of me. I'm not good at writing, and I'm afraid the blessing I can offer may not be what you want. Please forgive me."
"I see." Song Yanting asked Yuande to fill Song Yunlan's glass. "But even if it's the most ordinary nice words, as long as they are said by Fifth Brother, the Emperor likes to hear them. I'm sure your Third Sister-in-law is the same."
Song Yanting pressed on step by step, and Song Yunlan had no way to retreat.
When he thought that his sister was not waiting for him in the bridal chamber, his heart ached like a knife.
When he thought about his sister marrying a man like the Third Prince, he regretted it even more.
I don't know how many times I have regretted not letting my sister know my feelings for her earlier, and regretted not asking for marriage earlier. It was my hesitation that led to this situation.
His heart was bleeding and his whole body was numb with pain.
His eyes were fixed on the small glass of wine in front of him, as if he wanted to see through it.
This small wine glass was like a huge hammer that he couldn't lift.
After a long time, Song Yunlan seemed to be deflated, and he picked up the wine glass.
"good..."
He drank the wine in one gulp, then filled up another glass. He raised his glass and said with a wry smile, "I wish you, Third Brother, a long and happy marriage... a harmonious and harmonious life..."
"Okay!" Song Yanting shouted loudly, "With Fifth Brother's words, Third Brother will definitely treat your Third Sister-in-law well and will not let you down."
As the sun set, Song Yanting was drunk and lying unconscious on the table.
Song Jingmo was staggering and running around while vomiting, leaving the maids and eunuchs in the mansion at a loss. They were like a monkey and couldn't catch him. It took a lot of effort to catch him and take him to be given sobering medicine.
Song Qingwan chased after Song Jingmo and felt sorry to see him being taken away as she no longer had someone to drink with.
He turned around and grabbed Song Fuyu and Song Yunlan, threatening to continue drinking, and forced the two of them to fall down drunk again.
Yuande came back with the new wine and saw four Shui Lingling lying on the table. He was so scared that he quickly asked someone to take care of them.
A few of them were still conscious, but their bodies were limp, and they were supported by eunuchs and palace maids.
Song Yanting pulled Song Yunlan's sleeve and said, "Don't go, Fifth Brother. We won't go home until we're drunk!"
Song Fuyu held the cup tightly and said, "Don't just drink for the two of you, fill my glass up too!"
Song Qingwan's cheeks flushed: "I haven't drunk enough yet, don't leave."
Song Yunlan felt lost, "Why...why...why couldn't you wait for me..."
The three people were taken to the guest rooms in different directions, and Song Yanting was taken to the bridal chamber by Yuande.
When they got to a deserted place, Song Yanting realized that he was not drunk at all and returned to normal.
He ordered Yuan De: "Keep a close eye on everything, nothing can go wrong."
Yuande walked him to the door of the bridal chamber and said, "Yes." He turned and stepped back a few meters.
In the bridal chamber, Youyang had already taken off her heavy jewelry, wiped off her red makeup, and sat on the edge of the bed in her red pajamas, supporting her head and gradually becoming sleepy.
Seeing that Song Yan had heard what was said, Qingyun and Zifeng stopped fanning Youyang and left the room in silence.
You Yang's head slipped down and she woke up in shock. When she opened her eyes, Song Yanting's handsome features were right in front of her.
She was startled, "What are you doing?"
Song Yan raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "Look at the princess I married."
He seemed to be in a very good mood, even a little proud.
"You reek of alcohol, it's so disgusting." You Yang turned his face away and changed the subject.
Song Yanting lowered his head and smelled it himself, "Indeed."
"Then please help me change my clothes, Princess."
You Yang had learned from the governess, so she stood up and untied the complicated belt for Song Yanting, then hung it on the rack according to the procedure.
When she turned around again, Song Yanting had already taken off his coat. The collar of his pajamas was loose, and his white chest was so hot that Youyang didn't know where to look.
She covered her face, blushing, her mind full of nonsense, "You...you put your clothes on!"
Song Yan heard that this figure is better than those male cultivators of Hehuan Sect...
"You're dressed now. You can open your eyes now." Song Yan heard the voice coming from very close to her, right in front of her.
You Yang let out a long breath, prepared herself mentally, and then took her hands off her face.
It was obvious that she had not done enough preparation.
Not only did Song Yanting not put on his clothes, he was even less dressed. His pajamas were now loose, and Youyang could see his strong muscles when she lowered her head.
"You...what are you going to do? Don't forget that I'm just your guard." You Yang crossed her arms to protect her chest. No matter how slow she was, she could sense what Song Yanting wanted to do.
"What else can I do? It's obvious that I'm trying to seduce you." Song Yanting took her hand and pressed it on his lower abdomen.
"It's so boring to watch. Do you want to try it yourself?"
With this figure and this beauty, Youyang's heart was beating wildly.
She forced herself to hold on to her last bit of rationality and said, "I promised to only protect your personal safety..."
Song Yanting lowered his gaze slightly, staring at her red ears, chuckled, and continued to move down with Youyang's hand, "This is also part of personal safety. If you hold it in, it will be unsafe."
We can’t go any further!
Youyang pulled his hand back.
She clearly felt a strange heat in her body, and the air in the room seemed to have been sucked out, and she could hardly breathe.
Song Yanting held You Yang's ear with his big hand, put his tiger's mouth against her chin, and stroked her lips with his thumb, forcing her to look at him.
His deep eyes were fixed on her plump lips washed with lip balm. His voice had already become hoarse and heat was boiling in his body.
"You really don't want to try?"
“The real fun of it can only be known by trying it.”
Youyang's mind was in a mess, and she felt dizzy from the heat, so she nodded unconsciously.
"Heh..." Song Yan laughed when he heard it. He finally got permission after trying so hard. He leaned forward and took possession of You Yang's lips wantonly, kissing and sucking them for a long time. They entangled endlessly, accompanied by ambiguous sounds. You Yang's awkward response made him even more restless.
Song Yan heard an arm pass through her legs, pick up You Yang horizontally, and stride towards the bed with the red curtains half-covered.
The veil fell and Youyang's pajamas were hurriedly thrown to the ground by a big hand.
Song Yanting's eyes wandered wantonly over You Yang's beautiful body. "Bear with it, it will be a little painful." He pressed down eagerly.
The bed rocked all night long until dawn. The two of them had a wild night.
The next day, You Yang opened her eyes in the afternoon. Her whole body ached as if she had been beaten, especially her lower body, which seemed to have been punched dozens of times by a monk who was practicing physical training.
An arm was pressing against her lower abdomen, and she didn't have the strength to push it away.
The more You Yang thought about it, the angrier he became.
She even protected him on the couch! She really believed his lies and thought she was here to be a guard. She thought he had planned this for a long time!
Which guard does this job!
She wanted to roar but her hoarse voice and tired body prevented her from shouting.
She no longer believed what this bastard said about the last time!
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