Chapter 245 Beautiful Scene!

Under the beautiful weather, no one knows the killing in Song Yi's heart. Under the sunshine, Song Yi seemed to be practicing his fists and feet randomly, but in fact, he just wanted to make himself more confident before entering Beijing.

Since the injury has recovered, Song Yi's hatred for King Kang has been firm. He once said that even if King Kang wanted to block his way of life, he would definitely not spare King Kang, even if he was a king.

Song Yi still thinks so now, and because of several near-death difficulties, he finally officially began to secretly prepare to deal with King Kang.

There may be people and things that Song Yi is afraid of, but it can never be Song Yi's enemy. Just like Qingyan's understanding of Song Yi, he looks like a scholar, but in fact, there is a tiger hidden in his heart.

What Song Yi can't accept is that King Kang not only threatens his own safety but also threatens his family, not to mention that he and Qingyan now have children.

Life is gradually getting better and better, but King Kang has become more and more a sharp sword hanging over Song Yi's head. He can't tolerate it, so he began to prepare.

Fu Yao has left. Song Yi wrote a letter to ask people from Qingmuzhai to help protect the safety of Song Mansion. Moreover, Song Yi did not decide to take Zhan Peng with him this time, but decided to enter Beijing alone. It is necessary for Zhan Peng to stay and help take care of the safety of Song Fu and Xu Chang after his departure. He can rest assured...

After punching, her face was full of fine beads of sweat, shining in the sun. Huang Ying obediently got up and wiped him carefully with a silk scarf. Song Yi sat in the middle of the two and picked up a teacup and took a sip of tea.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly.

"What's wrong? Is this tea too cold? Huang Ying asked carefully.

Song Yi shook his head and said seriously, "If only I could drink juice..."

"Juice? Do officials want to drink sour plum soup? But where is it again at this time? Qingyan asked strangely.

Song Yi naturally knew that there would be no sour plum soup at this time, and he definitely didn't want to drink sour plum soup. He just suddenly remembered that although he didn't know much about invention, it seemed that it was not complicated to invent juice drinks.

There is no juicer, but since someone can grind out soy milk, he can naturally grind out the juice. As for the blending, he can always find the most suitable taste with the most stupid method.

Thinking of the feasibility of this matter, Song Yi suddenly frowned. Although he didn't want to make money with this, Song Yi couldn't help laughing at the thought of the possibility of drinking juice.

Qingyan and Huang Ying looked at Song Yi, who suddenly smiled strangely. Huang Ying asked strangely, "Why did you frown for a while, but there was a silly smile at this moment. What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay... I suddenly thought of another good thing, and you will know it later!" Song Yi said happily that because he was very happy, he clicked left and right on a whim and kissed the two delicate faces of Qingyan and Huang Ying.

The two women made a coquettish sound at the same time; their cheeks blushed in an instant, and they looked more and more delicate as flowers in such a bright and beautiful situation.

Qingyan said with a slight annoy, "official... You have been so busy these days, but don't forget to be hungry for important things!"

The yellow warbler made a big red face and lowered her head to dare not see anyone. Naturally, she knows what the words are in Qingyan. But Song Yi didn't react for a moment and asked strangely, "Have I forgotten anything important?"

Qingyan pinched his arm and lost a look at him. Song Yi turned his head and took a look at the shy Huang Ying. Suddenly, he suddenly realized, and then he blushed slightly and smiled awkwardly.

Since Qingyan mentioned it, he naturally understood that Huang Ying, who had just passed the door, was really wronged these days, and he more or less understood that the matter of the bridal chamber would have some impact on Huang Ying, so he implied that he would 'do' this well at night!

How could Huang Ying stay? She got up shyly and ran away. When she returned to the room, her heart was still beating like a deer.

In addition to being shy, there is more panic.

The night is slightly blurred.

After the aromatherapy bath, the yellow warbler put on a brand-new white cloak, and quietly prepared a white cloth, and then lay down in advance, covering her wonderful and perfect body with a quilt.

Song Yi is still bathing. Listening to the sound of water, Huang Ying's heart beats faster and faster, and her face is getting redder and redder. Even her breathing can't be controlled...

It is natural for a woman to be able to pay for herself, and it is even more satisfying for Huang Ying to get married with Song Yi. I don't know if it is predestined. Song Yi married two Huakui from the brothel, and the two Huakui are the most astringent women in the wind and moon field.

So that Huang Ying couldn't calm down before she arrived at the bridal chamber at this time, and the calm demeanor that was usually used to the wind and moon occasions completely disappeared.

When Song Yi came out after bathing and drying his body, Huang Ying deliberately turned sideways and did not dare to look at him. Listening to the approaching footsteps, it seemed that even the heart was about to jump out of the cavity.

"Texay something to you..."

Song Yi's voice came to Huang Ying's ears. Huang Ying's brewing mood and tension were suddenly broken by this sentence. She was stunned and had to turn around and ask strangely with a pair of already confused eyes, "What's the matter?"

Looking at the delicate appearance of the yellow warbler, Song Yi also had a slightly hot heartbeat on his face, but he still quietly dimmed the light before going to bed.

The yellow warbler's delicate body trembled. Although she and Song Yi have been in the same bed recently, this time, Song Yi went to bed and she felt a little restless.

She stretched out her hand to hold Huang Ying's white and dazzling shoulder exposed outside the quilt, and let her lean against her arms. Song Yi opened her eyes and said seriously, "Although the business of the game hall is very good, I think of one thing today. I don't know if it will work yet, but I think if it is done, it can really be an exclusive business in the future... And if it is done, it will definitely make much more money than now!"

Huang Ying didn't expect Song Yi to say these things to herself at this time, but after all, she was a smart woman, and she blurted out in an instant, "Isn't it the juice you mentioned in the yard during the day?"

Song Yi smiled, and it was much easier to talk to a smart woman. Song Yi praised, "It really deserves to be a talented woman! You guessed it right... I found that there is no other juice in the world except simple juices such as sour plum soup. I have an idea to make some unique juices!"

"But since it's juice, why don't you eat fruit directly?" Huang Ying asked strangely. In her understanding, juice and sour plum soup are the same concept. The market for sour plum soup is not big. If Song Yi wants to invent other juices, why is it more convenient for others not to eat fruit directly?

Song Yi said with a smile, "This is the difference in business. There is not much difference between juice and fruit, but it's like you go to eat sour plum without sour plum soup to quench your thirst. Drinking juice is naturally much easier and quench your thirst than eating fruit. More importantly, we sell a kind of atmosphere. As long as we become this kind of atmosphere, you can imagine how big the market will be..."

Huang Ying is a smart woman. Naturally, she understands Song Yi's idea at a bit, but she still has something she can't understand, so she asked suspiciously, "What you said makes sense, but it must cost more fruit to get juice. In this way, who is willing to say a lot of money to drink a bowl of juice? And if the price is not high, how can you collect the money for the fruit?

I have to say that Huang Ying's mind is indeed transparent and has a sensitive view of these things. Song Yi kissed her loudly on the face because of appreciation, and then explained, "What you are talking about is the point!" That's why I think it's something that roommates can't do. For example, reduce the cost of making fruit into juice, such as how to store it, and how to mix the taste... These require brains and processes. Even I have no choice at present. It is feasible to go to Jingdezhen to specially configure such a porcelain bottle, but this cost will be very high. Otherwise, what should be used to store juice is also a trouble... I'm still thinking about it, but I'm sure I'll think of it!"

Huang Ying looked at Song Yi's serious and confident look and couldn't help but be slightly moved. What she liked was his unique and outstanding self-confidence and thinking charm.

As Song Yi said, one hand subconsciously slid along the smooth and greasy skin of the yellow warbler. He didn't know how much itching and stimulation his rub brought to the yellow warbler.

Huang Ying's skin trembled under his unconscious touch. She felt that Song Yi's hand inadvertently rubbed the edge of her chest, and the shameful feeling brought made Huang Ying finally feel a little impatient.

Song Yi woke up from his imagination. Seeing that the beauty close to him was already shy and infinitely, he instantly left the rest of the things behind, and his eyes began to heat up.

Huang Ying didn't dare to stare at Song Yi's fiery aggressive eyes. She shyly buried her face in Song Yi's chest, so that she squeezed out a thrilling arc of the half-white peak outside her clothes, and she didn't know how much excitement this snow-white half-circled arc brought to Song Yi.

Song Yi's breathing began to burn. He raised Huang Ying's chin and said charmingly with a hidden bad smile in his eyes, "How about I teach you a fun thing?"

"What... What a fun thing... Ah?" The yellow warbler's cheeks are as bright as peach blossoms. At this moment, her beautiful eyes are full of blurred water, and even her voice has a shy **.

"There is a game called French wet kiss... I haven't even taught Qingyan yet... Do you want to learn?" Song Yi deliberately bewitched.

Huang Ying only knew what a shameful way it must be when she heard a kiss word. However, when she heard Song Yi say that Qingyan had never tasted it, an unnatural feeling of trying flashed in her heart, and then nodded slightly. At the same time, the blush on her face had spread to the crystal delicate back of the ear neck...

Song Yi's eyes were hot, but there was a bad curvature at the corners of his mouth. He hooked the tender and smooth chin of the yellow warbler in one hand, held the black hair behind the head of the yellow warbler in the other hand, and leaned his lips towards her wet and pink cherry mouth...