Chapter 145 The door of the palace opens in the middle of the night and comes to Beijing!

Song Yi naturally knew what Wang Kuanglu was wondering about, so Song Yi pondered for a moment and then said, "If the master is surprised that they hurried back to the backyard, there is no need to worry, because they are in a hurry to play games..."

"Game?" Wang Kuanglu frowned more tightly. But Wang Su's unruly temper broke out, and she played some intangible tricks.

Song Yi saw that Wang Kuanglu's face was not very good, so he had to explain quickly.

"It's like this... I recently invented several mini-games that can be put on the table for fun, um... I guess I want to rely on these gadgets as a means of making a living in the future, so let them try to play first... It seems that the effect is not bad these days!"

Wang Kuanglu looked at Song Yi suspiciously. It was not that he didn't believe Song Yi, but that he really felt that playing games was not a positive business student. Wang Kuanglu himself is a businessman. Generally speaking, he can best understand the inevitability of the existence of thirty-six lines, but after all, he is a person who runs a proper business, and even continues to do business. He is naturally a little unhappy to hear Song Yi say that he will make a living by gadgets in the future.

"Inscription seal... In terms of your current credit, even if Master Zhizhou listens to your opinion, he will share the credit with others as much as possible. But your bright future is indispensable! The great achievements of shipbuilding in the past... Later, the Liao people attacked the city and you relieved the siege... Two days ago, it was thanks to your plan that the whole Bianzhou City did not come to a tragic end! You said you... With such a great contribution, even if you don't like the temple of my Wang family... You don't have to think about those sideways!!" Wang Kuanglu looked like he hated steel, and his excited tone was as painful as an old father was educating a son who was frustrated...

Song Yi stared at Wang Kuanglu's trembling beard and couldn't speak for a long time...

He didn't know that what he thought had a broad future would be so ridiculous in Wang Kuanglu's eyes, so even if Song Yi explained it, Wang Kuanglu's painful words became heavier and heavier. In the end, Song Yi had no choice but to leave the side hall and return to his room.

"What are you thinking about?" Qingyan snuggled over, clinging to his body, and staring straight at Song Yi's eyes above.

Song Yi sighed and said, "It seems that we have to have our own family to do things after all!"

Qingyan frowned and asked puzzledly, "Did Mr. Wang make you angry?"

"It's not so angry that I'm so angry. It's just that I proposed to open a game hall, which was refuted by Master Wang, and I think this is something that must be done, so fortunately I have figured out that we will settle in the south of the Yangtze River in the future..." Song Yi smiled and stretched out his hand to hold Qingyan in his arms.

"You can do it if you think about it. Anyway, Qingyan is up to you. Now that you have decided to go to the south of the Yangtze River, then... What about Miss Huang Ying and Sister Fuyao? Qingyan asked hesitantly.

Song Yi said hesitantly, "Yes... It's not far from the Spring Festival. Fuyao really has nowhere to go. We are afraid that she won't feel good when we take her. If we don't take her, I feel that she is a little lonely... As for Huang Ying, I don't know how to give birth. After all, my feelings for her are really not enough to take her away, but... She made these decisions. If I leave her here in Bianzhou, she must be very pitiful..."

"Yes, after getting along with each other these days, I think Huang Ying is very good. Even I can't bear it... Husband... You are a man. Why don't you pity her and accept her from her heart!" Qingyan asked tentatively. When she said this, she actually felt the opposite feeling in her heart and felt a little sour.

Song Yi scratched her delicate nose and was not good. He reached out and patted Du Qingyan's soft buttocks under the quilt and said with a smile, "You're talking about it lightly. It's just that feelings can't be forced by sympathy. It always needs to be done... Although I pity her and appreciate her, if I really fall in love with her, I still lack true feelings. If it's because of sympathy... Isn't this unfair to her?"

"What should I do? Does it really make Sister Huang Ying bear the rumors and contempt of others..." When Du Qingyan heard that Song Yi did not immediately decide to accept Huang Ying, her heart was mixed.

"In addition, I have to think about what happened after we went to Jiangnan... Come up with more new things!" Song Yi's hand subconsciously stroked the full and round buttocks of Qingyan.

Qingyan stopped talking, but under the unconscious teasing of Song Yi, his face became hotter and hotter, so that he began to wriggle in Song Yi's arms uneasily... Only then did Song Yi feel the strangeness of the beauty in his arms. He suddenly put all the tedious thoughts in his mind behind him, smiled badly, and pressed Qingyan's body hard on him, which attracted Qingyan to exclaim in a low voice...

The woman is on top, which is not in line with the rules. However, Du Qingyan didn't seem to be shy about this. She was originally a woman from a brothel. Naturally, she had more opinions about ** than ordinary women, and Song Yi also felt that the woman should not be dead between the bed, so Du Qingyan's shyness was that Song Yi explored between her clothes. The hand...

Crispy and greasy as jade, light and fragrant as sweet, gasping like orchid, gasping like fun...

When all the underwear on the two people faded, Du Qingyan finally bit her lips and raised her buttocks shyly and sat down slowly.

Sonddenly, the two of them sighed with comfort and satisfaction at the same time, and then Qingyan began to pursue the pleasure she longed for, catering to Song Yi's request and began to grind together, allowing Song Yi's warm palms to knead a pair of white and greasy plump peaks on her chest into various shapes...

The weather is cold, but the room is full of spring. The breathing between men and women is accompanied by intermittent women's suppressed moans, and a pair of entangled men and women under the candlelight...

When Song Yi and Qingyan were in love, the yellow warbler in another room not far away did not fall asleep, but held his chin and looked at several items on the table, which were the props needed for several games invented by Song Yi.

In the daytime, she seems to be addicted to games, but in fact, she is more obsessed with Song Yi's wisdom. After getting along with each other these days, she looks at the love of Song Yi and Du Qingyan, and also feels the excellence of Du Qingyan's woman. She can't help but feel more melancholy and nowhere to talk about...

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In the capital, in the warm courtyard of Concubine Zhen.

Zhao Kuangyin got up from Zhenfei's couch in loose pajamas. Zhenfei loosely wore a silk underwear, deliberately exposed the proud part of her body under his eyes, and then got up lazily and picked up the wide dragon robe to wear for him...

"The official should cherish his health more. It's so late. I don't know what's important for Mr. Liang to start the holy driver at night..." Although Concubine Zhen was gentle and concerned, she also faintly had a trace of dissatisfaction. It's rare to have a chance to stay with the emperor to spend the night in the courtyard, and then she is disturbed after enjoying the rain and dew. Naturally, she can't be happy.

"Don't blame Grandpae Liang. It was me who told him to send any information about Bianzhou to my hands immediately. I guess it should be the military situation of Bianzhou... You must be tired, too. Have a good rest!" Zhao Kuangyin said in a slightly heavy tone, and then left...

A moment later, the lights in the imperial study were bright, and a burst of laughter came from the room. The waiting eunuch was still at a loss. Zhao Kuangyin, dressed in a wide dragon robe, had opened the door and said excitedly, "Come on... Hurry up and tell me Feiqing to come to the palace to meet him, and say that there is something big to discuss with him!!"

The waiting eunuch looked surprised, but he still instantly turned around and quickly stepped on the door of the imperial study and disappeared at the door of the imperial study. However, he guessed what kind of good news came from Bianzhou and let the saint summon the Duke of Zhen Yue Wu in the middle of the night!

Yue Wu was summoned to the ban late at night, not only the palace gatekeepers, but also all the officials of all sizes in the capital were awakened. As an official of the imperial court and a close minister of the emperor, people always pay attention to the movement in the imperial city, not to mention the third late night of the palace gate since the founding of the country.

When Yue Wu first entered the imperial study, officials all over the city began to dress and prepare for the court in the middle of the night. At this time, a horse carrying the memorial of Dou Niande of Bianzhou Zhizhou was galloping late at night fifty miles away from the capital.