Chapter 131 Spring flowers bloom everywhere on a snowy night!

Zhou Qincheng held the glass and laughed, "General Yue Wu is the patron saint of my dynasty. If he doesn't guard the border gate, I'm afraid that my Zhao will not be at peace for a moment, so don't say that I have recovered the lost land now... When doing business in the north, Zhou often sees foreigners mention that the name of General Yue Wu has changed greatly, hahaha... It's a good thing to be crowned!"

Zhou Qincheng, a businessman, was a little heroic when he laughed. His words were transmitted, and the people in the hall also changed the topic one after another and began to talk about Yue Wu and the national affairs. It was difficult to hide the pride and excitement of being a great Zhao Zimin.

Song Yi drank half a glass with the wine glass in his hand, and then he suddenly knew what he was worried about. He quickly stopped the wine glass and asked strangely, "The sixteen states of Yanyun have just been recovered, and General Yue Wu was recalled by the court... Aren't you worried that the Liao people will take the opportunity to fight back?

After hearing this, Zhou Qincheng laughed loudly. Even the servants of the nearby Zhou family laughed and shook their bodies when they heard this, as if they had heard something funny. Du Qingyan felt that Song Yi was right. She didn't understand why everyone seemed to be laughing at Song Yi, and frowned slightly unhappily.

Zhou Qincheng caught Du Qingyan's woman's expression and said to Song Yi with a smile, "Brother Song doesn't know anything. The Liao people have always been my enemies of Zhao, but the Liao people and the Jin people are also old enemies... The reason why our dynasty was able to defeat the Liao people this time is actually the influence of Jin Renqi's attack on the Liao people's old nest. Not to mention that Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures have always had heavy guards in our dynasty, let's say that the Jin people and Liao people are at this tragic juncture of life and death in the distance. How can anyone dare to boldly break into the Sixteen States of Yanyun to offend Zhao... Isn't it looking for extinction?"

Zhou Qincheng's analysis, Song Yi suddenly felt slightly relieved and said with a smile on his face, "Song Yi's vision is shallow, but he forgot that there should still be a war between the Liao people and the Jin people at this moment..."

Although Song Yi said so, he always felt a little doubt in his heart, because in the history he remembered, both the Liao people and the Jin people were fierce people. Although according to Zhou Qincheng, the State of Zhao should indeed have a chance to breathe at the time, he always felt that he had just recovered the lost land and recalled the town. It's not a wise thing to be a general.

The wind and snow are roaring outside the court, and the stove is lit with lanterns and candles in the courtyard. There are good wine and hot dishes. The atmosphere is particularly strong. In fact, what people are really interested in is the wine jar and the food on the table. After being full of wine and food, the people began to return to their assigned rooms to rest, filling all the rooms in this small courtyard.

Song Yi did not live in this courtyard, but rented two rooms in another family. Song Yi and Qingyan naturally lived in the same room, while Zhan Peng lived alone in another room.

Although it is not a rich village and the room is not very elegant, it is very clean. The owner of the room takes out the new cotton wool prepared by himself and gives it to the guests, while his family lives in the old room covered with old quilts, which is all the power of Song Yi's ingot ten taels of silver...

The wind outside the window made a whining sound, but the room was warm. The candlelight on the case swayed, and Qingyan bit her lips and refused to take off her clothes. Seeing that Song Yi had taken off her outer shirt and got into the quilt with only her underwear, Qingyan sat at the end of the bed and did not dare to move.

Song Yi stared at Qingyan's face as red as rouge in the candlelight and said with a smile, "Madam... You have been refusing to undress for a long time. Are you waiting for me to help you undress in person?

"Ah..." Qingyan was like a frightened rabbit. Seeing Song Yi pretending to reach out his hand, he quickly bounced up from the end of the bed and replied shyly, "No... I don't dare to bother. I'd better do it by myself..."

The tone was soft and delicate. Qingyan said and blew out the lights quickly. Song Yi was stunned for a moment and listened to the sound of wide clothes in the room, and then as the clothes peeled off, even in the dark situation, Song Yi still saw a large area exposed on Qingyan's body like snow outside the window. The white skin, and then I felt that the quilt under my feet moved slightly, and a mass of warmth crawled in from the end of the quilt at the end of the bed with the cool breeze.

A moment later, Song Yi had a warm and soft body in his arms.

"Green smoke."

"Hmm..."

"In a few days, I'll take you to a place. Don't be surprised." Song Yi's tight Du Qingyan's soft body made her clinging to herself and wrapping the quilt tightly, and she could not feel a trace of coolness at all.

"Are you talking about Qingmu Village... Of course, I won't be surprised. In fact, I also want to see what kind of cottage it is. Qingyan has never seen what a cottage made up of the poor looks like!" Du Qingyan put his face against Song Yi's chest and felt his heartbeat.

"It should be snowing on the cottage now. I don't know if those people are ready to keep out the cold!" Song Yi said lightly.

"The official..."

"Hmm?" Song Yiying said, listening to the name Du Qingyan, there was a strange feeling in his heart.

"If you really like to stay in Qingmuzhai, in fact, Qingyan can also accompany you on that mountain. In fact, Qingyan doesn't care that we must go to the south of the Yangtze River to become the rich businessman. I just need to follow you, and you will always be willing to take me by your side." Du Qingyan said softly.

In the dark, the corners of Song Yi's mouth smiled, and then one hand quietly reached into the green belly pocket of Qingyan Lake, causing Qingyan's body to tremble and exclaimed and quickly reached out to catch Song Yi's evil hand. But how can it be in time?

With another exclamation, Song Yi had already quickly pinched a greasy peak of Qingyan, and then suddenly turned over and pressed Qingyan's soft body on himself under the condition of Qingyan's shame.

"Green smoke... Shall we discuss something?" Song Yi pressed Qingyan's body and played with a beautiful jade rabbit under her belly pocket. Just as Qingyan thought that Song Yi would definitely do the shameful thing next, Song Yi did not continue to attack, but just asked in Qingyan's ear.

At this time, Qingyan actually hopes that Song Yi will not talk and do what he wants to do directly, so that at least she will not be very shy but have to answer Song Yi's questions seriously.

Qingyan gasped, and his voice said with a slight trembling voice, "You are the man of Qingyan, and naturally you are the sky of Qingyan... It's good to do whatever you want to do. Qingyan just listens to you. Qingyan also believes in you..."

"Well, can you not call me an official when there are only two of us in the future, but only my husband?" Song Yi said with the heat in his heart.

Qingyan frowned slightly and asked puzzledly, "Why don't you call an official... And what does this husband mean?

"Anyway, my husband means the same as an official... Compared with the name of an official, I prefer you to call me husband!" After Song Yi finished speaking, he finally unbuttoned the buckle of the green smoke belly pocket, and suddenly opened the whole piece of her belly pocket. The place where the palm touched was full of crispy and slippery...

"Hmm... Qingyan is at yours... Ah... Husband..." Du Qingyan's gasp was already a little uneven, because Song Yi had grabbed a pink bud on the jade rabbit on her chest and began to taste it. The crisp and trembling feeling from the bud instantly spread to the limbs of the green smoke, turning into a warm trend, converging to the mountains, rivers and valleys...

Under a caress, Song Yi ignited the flames of Qingyan all over his body, and then entered her body again in the delicate hum of Qingyan, and once again returned to the once familiar warm place.

Without the feeling of pain, Qingyan only felt that her body was filled with a fiery masculine breath. The pleasure spread all over her body, bringing tremors. She gritted her teeth and didn't let herself moan, but she could not stop Song Yi's inexhaustible wheezing and nose because of the sense of happiness again and again. The delicate hum...

On a snowy night, Song Yi worked hard on a white and charming body. With his impact, his enchanting body trembled more and more fiercely, and his buttocks were full of berries. He couldn't help but begin to learn the movements on the ** album he had learned in Mingyue Building to cater.

Song Yi originally just enjoyed the attack, but the action of Qingyan made him suddenly frown and take a breath of cold air. He almost lost on the spot between the pleasure of selling bones. He gritted his teeth and pandered to the buttocks of Qingyan. Song Yi shouted the slogan of moving forward in his heart and accelerated himself. The rhythm of the charge...

I don't know how long it took, a delicate and high exclamation suddenly came from the room. It's like a sick woman wailing, and it's like being scalded by hot water to exclaim a girl, like pain... It seems to be happy...

Between heaven and earth, it suddenly calmed down. In addition to the wind and snow roaring outside the window, there was only the gasping sound of a pair of intertwined men and women in the room.

Qingyan lay in Song Yi's arms, closing a pair of blurred eyes, and her mind is full of pleasure aftertaste. Her only clear thinking is that she has shouted her husband many times before. Although she has never heard it, she still makes people feel ashamed when she thinks about it.

In the room in another small courtyard on a snowy night, under the swaying candlelight, a charming woman moaned charmingly and gracefully, and did not spare her charming voice. She raised her fat wide buttocks, folded her plump and soft waist, and deliberately catered to Zhou Qincheng's fat body behind her and hit her wide buttocks again and again to make a crackling sound. After a while, she seemed to notice something and made a few sudden screams... Finally, Zhou Qincheng also lay softly on her crystal back and pressed her back on the bed covered with soft quilt...

"Master... Why do you pay special attention to Song Yi and the other three? When the breath gradually symmetricated, the woman under Zhou Qincheng's bloated body twisted her body slightly and asked in a lazy tone.