Chapter 092 Dongming Night Banquet

There is a table in the bedroom with three pairs of bowls and chopsticks. Obviously, it is time to eat here.

I didn't see Shan Meixian. Ling Feng couldn't help but be surprised, but Shan Wanjing sat down and didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Ling Feng would not be interested in talking to her, so that her little tail would not go up to the sky?

After a while, a person came in, handing a tray and serving dishes. It was Shan Ruyin, an acquaintance of Ling Feng. The girl saw that Ling Feng's face was expressionless, and the joy between her eyebrows betrayed her secret.

Ling Feng stood up, took the tray, put the dishes on the table, and said, "Ruyin, I'm really sorry to trouble you!"

"This is a matter for slaves."

Shan Ruyin's little face turned red. She glanced at Shan Wanjing. Seeing that she had no sign of anger, she breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Son, these meals were made by my wife herself. You are blessed!"

He took back the tray, gave a slight salute to Shan Wanjing, and slowly withdrew. Seeing Ling Feng squeezed his lips, he immediately remembered the shame of kissing him that day. His heart jumped sharply, as if he was about to jump out of his chest. He accelerated in small steps, and disappeared in three steps and two steps.

As soon as she left, Shan Wanjing immediately said strangely, "When did you hook up with Ruyin?"

Ling Feng suddenly put his head to her, which scared Yi Ren back a little and almost fell off the chair. He pretended to be affectionate and said, "I fell in love with Ruyin at first sight. They fell in love with each other. One is not married, and the other is not married. There has been a white-headed appointment."

"Please, let me vomit first!" Shan Wanjing said funnyly in his previous tone, "Why don't you marry? Tell me, how many wives do you have now?"

Ling Feng broke his fingers and counted, "Actually, there are not many! There are only seven of your mother."

Shan Wanjing couldn't wait to kick this guy a few times and stepped on his hateful face so hard that his parents and his wives didn't know each other!

What kind of person is it? At this age, it's enough to have three wives and four concubines! I don't have a man yet!

Ling Feng looked at her angry appearance and felt very cute and attractive. There was a different flavor of a girl next door in anger. At the same time, she made up her mind how angry she was.

When Shan Wanjing did not know that someone had shamelessly decided her tragic fate in the future, Mrs. Dongming, Shan Meixian Yingying, who was worthy of being a chivalrous woman with strong martial arts skills, holding a tray in her left and right hands, effortlessly. Ling Feng and Shan Wanjing hurried forward to pick it up.

After the three people sat down, Ling Feng looked at Shan Meixian on the opposite side and suddenly had an amazing feeling.

Autumn water is the bone of the divine jade, and the hibiscus is like a face like a willow like eyebrows.

She covered her exquisite figure in a long white dress, and only the snow-white jade neck exposed outside actually compared the snow-white satin. The hair is like a waterfall like a cloud, hanging straight down to her waist. The candlelight reflects her pretty face, and her skin is crystal clear. Her pink belly pocket can be faintly seen. The two peaks of the clouds are held up high. There are not only bright and touching beauty, but also cold and arrogant charm, and the nobility that can't be hidden all over the body, which combines all kinds of amorous feelings and charming.

Shan Meixian Yingying got up and raised the wine bottle. Her warm cherry lips were slightly divided. A fairy-like voice sounded and said, "Minglang, there are many offending things that day. Please forgive me!"

The beautiful woman apologized so softly, and Ling Feng didn't have any grudge. On that day, his mood fluctuated a little too much, and he did not implement the shameless spirit he had always been. If he was a bully, how could it happen later?

He also stood up, raised his glass and drank it all, looked at her and smiled, and sat down slowly.

Shan Meixian was relieved, and her beautiful face flew past the fleeting red glow, which was as lovely as her little daughter. Feeling his hot eyes, she subconsciously lowered her jade cheeks and introduced the dishes on the plate.

After tasting it, Ling Feng praised it all the time. He didn't hesitate to give sweet words, but he didn't mean to flatter him. Although this skill was not as good as himself, it was not far away. Did God see that I was too pitiful to cook and send a cook to reward me?

Shan Wanjing didn't look at them at a glance. She just focused on sweeping the dishes on the table. I don't know it was a few years ago that my mother started cooking. This time she got the light of this bad guy. It's really ironic!

Although she didn't have to look at it, she still paid attention to it. This pair of crazy men and women are affectionate. Chopsticks come and go with me and pick up vegetables for each other. I really don't exist as a lady! There is a trace of jealousy about the tacit understanding between them. Why do I feel like I have become an outsider?

She turned her grief and anger into a meal, and soon all the dishes were cleaned up for her. She patted her swollen belly unladyly, snorted, ignored the two of them, and left.

Ling Feng and Shan Meixian looked at each other and put the dishes together and brought them to the kitchen for cleaning.

Shan Ruyin had been waiting there for a long time, and the two came to the deck.

The moon is like water, pouring on the ground, like a veil, covered with a layer of silver clothes. In the cold moonlight, everything in the world looks so peaceful and quiet.

The two fell into a short silence. Except for the insects singing moths, they were silent for a while, and only the two people were clearly distinguishable breathing and heartbeats.

Bathed in the hazy brilliance, Shan Meixian's hair and clouds are facing the night wind, floating intimately, highlighting her beautiful and proud perfect curve and peerless posture, ribbons fluttering, white clothes into the painting, like a fairy coming to the mortal, the birth of the fairy.

Ling Feng had nothing to say and said, "How many more businesses have you done these days?"

Shan Meixian said lightly, "It's just two orders."

"I heard that Li Yuan will come here to hand over the weapons in person?" Ling Feng asked a question of concern.

"Who do you listen to chew your tongue?" Shan Meixian sneered and said, "Li Yuan is timid by nature. It was like this twenty years ago, and even more so now. He doesn't take risks easily and never does anything uncertain. Among the four valve owners, he, the Li valve owner, is the most weird, and his martial arts is also the worst. How can he rush here from Taiyuan?

Ling Feng had never heard of this and said with interest, "How can his position as a warlord be weird?"

Shan Meixian said, "Li Yuan is 51 years old this year, and he and Yang Guang are cousins. It seems to be valued by Yang Guang, but in fact, it has always been deeply suspected by him.

A few years ago, there was a saying: Yang Hualuo, Li Huakai. When Yang Guang conquered Liaodong, a warlock Jia Tuo said, "When there is a Li family who should be the son of heaven, it is recommended to kill the Li family in the sea." Yu Wenshu learned the news that Yang Guang framed Li Hun, the warlord at that time, and soon killed Li Hun and the thirty-two people of Li Min clan by thunderous means. No matter how young they are, they will be distributed outside the mountains.

"Because Li Yuan was addicted to drinking and accepting bribes, he kept his time and kept a low profile. He looked like he had no ambition. The seat of the valve owner accidentally fell on him. Don't you think it's weird?"

Ling Feng said "Oh". I know a little about this. I don't know whether Li Valve has been suppressed by Yang Guang's idiot at all. He asked, "How powerful a door valve is?"

Shan Meixian smiled and said, "This should be what you are thinking about." The delicate body leaned on his shoulder and suddenly said quietly, "I regret it."

Ling Fengqi said, "What do you regret?"

Shan Meixian's eyes fell on him. From her perspective, Ling Feng's outline was sharp, and his tall and straight nose made his eyes even more unfathomable. She was infatuated for a moment and forgot to answer.

Ling Feng looked at the seductive curves outlined by her thin dress, and her heart was itchy. He hugged her fiercely, and the plump breasts pressed tightly on his chest, passing the scorching temperature through the barriers of layers of clothes.

With a big mouth, kiss her exhaled sandalwood mouth, hold her fragrant tongue, sip slowly, and taste it slowly.

Shan Meixian was happy and shy, and her pretty face was like blood, but she kissed back bravely, and her clumsy tongue gradually became flexible under the guidance of Ling Feng.

For a long time, lips.

Her towering jade #breasts fluctuated sharply with her asthmatic breathing, and muttered, "What do you think?"

"Why?" Ling Feng stroked her black and soft hair and asked.

Shan Meixian glanced at him with all kinds of amorous feelings, and his eyes rippled with hazy charming water. He sighed, "I don't know what kind of magic you have done to me. Since you left that day, my heart has been full of your shadow. I can't lift my energy to do other things all day long, and everything is left to Wan Jing."

Her star-like eyes stared at him and said, "Meixian has decided to be your woman, even if I abandon it to you in the future, I have no regrets."

Ling Feng also said strangely that this beautiful blessing came inexplicably and incredible.

But he was in high spirits, and he didn't care much about love, so he didn't think deeply.

Her hands slid across her slender and smooth jade neck, her round shoulders, and climbed up the upright and towering through the skirt. At the same time, she lowered her head and looked for her tender red lips again and kissed wildly.

With a "Uh-huh", the hot poisonous dragon rolled up her soft jade tongue and vigorously sucked the intoxicating fragrance in her mouth**.

Ling Feng clearly felt that her two jade-like buds were gradually swollen and stiff as hard stone.

She is panting, her mouth is soft and low, and her clear eyes are shrouded in a layer of rain and fog, which is sad and heartbreaking.

At this moment, Shan Wanjing's untimely voice came from their ears: "You two should pay attention to the impact, okay? Go back to your room!"

Shanmei Xianyu's cheeks were blushing and dizzy, and her delicate body was soft and sour. Suddenly, she didn't know where to give birth to her strength. She broke away from the embrace of Ling Feng. The lotus step moved gently, and her body swayed into the cabin.

Ling Feng stretched out his contemptuous middle finger in the room of Shan Wanjing, and decided to punish her in a different way.

Unexpectedly, Shan Wanjing was particularly happy about the good things that disturbed him. Half of her body stretched out and made a grimace at him. She only wore a thin blasphemous coat, and the full breasts were arrogant, and the tight blasphemous clothes were supported to the extreme by a pair of snow-white breasts, printing two red buds.

The little girl didn't know that although her delicate body was hidden in the dark, she still couldn't stop Ling Feng's terrible vision.

So, someone had a nosebleed!