Chapter 35 "The Lady" of Yizhou

Shen Sirong was tightly imprisoned in front of Xiao Yuanqi. Xiao Yuanqi's hand was like a hot soldering iron, swimming on Shen Sirong's body.

A gust of wind came from the lake. Shen Sirong didn't feel cold, and the lips embedded in each other separated. Her arms were cold, so she leaned slightly and leaned a little closer to Xiao Yuanqi.

"But is it cold?" Xiao Yuanqi asked in a low voice against Shen Sirong's earlobe.

The slightly moist lips brushed the soft and ** earlobe, and Shen Sirong couldn't help but hide back.

The bright moonlight makes Shen Sirong's face more delicate and beautiful. Xiao Yuanqi doesn't know why. At this moment, he just wants to hold her tightly in his arms without a trace of gap.

"Sirong."

The vaguely uncontrollable emotions rushed out, like thousands of troops, rolling up thousands of miles of wind and dust. The heat of my heart gradually poured into my forehead.

"Hmm?" Shen Sirong heard this call, and the unspeakable tenderness rippled in his heart. She seems to remember that Xiao Yuanqi once taught her to "think of Rong", but at this moment, this sound is indeed like the sound of nature.

Xiao Yuanqi stared at Shen Sirong until Shen Sirong also looked back at him. A piece of fire ignited in the place where his eyes met, and a strong breath made both of them remove their reason.

Xiao Yuanqi's eyes were undisguised eagerness. On the way to the private interview, after Shen Sirong was injured by riding a horse, he never touched her for fear of hurting her. Counting the time, it should be almost better now.

Before Shen Sirong could integrate this part into his heart, he was deprived of his reason by Xiao Yuanqi's hot kiss. Xiao Yuanqi's arm gradually exerted force and picked up Shen Sirong from the ground.

He opened his eyes gently and saw that Shen Sirong's eyes were half open and charming. His afterglow saw the smooth stone surface not far away, so he hugged Shen Sirong and walked slowly.

Xiao Yuanqi protected Shen Sirong with one hand and untied his cloak on the stone surface with one hand. Shen Sirong was flattened and felt embarrassed.

"This..."

Seeing that Shen Sirong's eyes were full of tension, his infatuation just dissipated a lot. Xiao Yuanqi bent down and kissed to eliminate Shen Sirong's gradually recovered consciousness.

This is the first time Xiao Yuanqi has seen such a confused Shen Sirong. He hung a warm smile on the corners of his cold lips and said softly, "I won't let others see you. Don't worry."

A few short words seem to have really calmed down Shen Sirong's uneasiness. She opened her eyes again, and her trembling eyelashes shook off the moonlight tablets.

In the white moonlight, you can only see the tightly hugging figure.

In the middle of the moon, Xiao Yuanqi returned to the carriage with Shen Sirong, who was tired of falling asleep.

Xiao Yuanqi leaned against him, rubbing his fingers on the tip of his forehead from time to time. Tomorrow, they will return to the team, and they don't know that they will still have the current satisfaction after they go back.

Xiao Yuanqi, who didn't know the answer, gradually calmed down and closed his eyes to rest. It was not until the sky turned white that they drove to the border city outside Yizhou on a cold night. The team will stay there tonight and officially enter Yizhou tomorrow, so they must return to the team tonight.

In the morning glow, the sound of horses' hoofs was particularly loud, and the road ahead was blocked not far away.

Seeing the carriage slowly slowing down and stopping, Xiao Yuanqi asked through the curtain, "What's going on?"

There was an echo of the cold night outside the curtain: "Master, there is a family in front of you who set up a long flowing banquet on the road."

"Oh? There are also such people in this suburbs.

The dialogue woke Shen Sirong up. She smiled softly and said, "Why don't we go down and have a look..." Xiao Yuanqi nod and lifted the curtain and took the lead in getting out of the carriage.

Not far away, there are rows of neat tables and chairs and busy figures of servants at the table. When an old man dressed as a rich family saw them stop, he took the initiative to come forward and said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you. If you don't have time, you might as well have a meal before going on the road."

"What's the happy event in your house today?" Xiao Yuanqi pointed to the red lantern hanging at the gate and asked. The old man smiled happily: "Today is the day of the dog's small boarding, and there is a flowing banquet here for a day. There are many remote areas here, and there are no inns and restaurants. It is convenient for pedestrians to come and go, just to seek good luck. Ha...hehe..."

"So, the three of us have to be disrespectful." Xiao Yuanqi also wants to see where this folk festival comes from.

At this time, it was still early, and there were only a few people sitting on the flowing water mat. After quietly inspecting the dishes in the cold night, they sat down to Xiao Yuanqi and Shen Sirong.

"Thank you for your support." The old man looked very happy.

Xiao Yuanqi raised his cup and drank it all, and then the old man came forward and sat down at Xiao Yuanqi's table.

"The old man's surname is Hu, I don't know what to call it?"

"Mr. Hu, this is our son and wife. His family name is Gong Changzhang. The cold night beside him answered.

Xiao Yuanqi raised his hand and signaled that there was no need to go on on the cold night. He smiled at the old man and said, "Master Hu, the younger generation wants to ask you something."

"But it doesn't matter. I'm sure the old man knows it." The old man is extremely frank.

"I want to settle down in Yizhou with my wife, but I don't know what's going on here? Today, seeing the situation in Mr. Hu's home, I think that Yizhou is also a beautiful place, and he will definitely be able to do something.

The old man's face changed, but he still smiled. He sighed a long sigh: "Mr. Zhang, let's settle down in Chunzhou, here..."

As if he was he was afraid of something, he approached Xiao Yuanqi's ear and said, "It's not peaceful here..."

"This..." Before Xiao Yuanqi asked, the old man waved his hand and said nothing more.

However, Xiao Yuanqi's heart sank a little, and the poor people can still tell the reason for their dissatisfaction with the officials. However, if even a rich family like the Hu family says that Yizhou cannot stay, it shows that Yizhou's trouble is deep.

The happy atmosphere just froze a little. Shen Sirong put down the wooden chopsticks in his hand, looked at the door not far away and said, "It's the groom who came out."

The old man turned around and took a look, then stood up and walked to the middle of the flowing banquet. The rest of the eyes also shifted to the groom in red. The groom looked beautiful, and his red dress made him elegant.

"Thank you for stopping here today. It is said that the emperor is coming to Yizhou, and he wants to get the blessing of the emperor when he has a wedding at this time. I hope everyone can eat and drink well today. The heroic words attracted everyone to shout well. After a few bowls of wine, some passers-by began to coax, and some even patted the table and shouted that they wanted to see the bride.

Looking around, only Xiao Yuanqi and the three of them never shouted.

"I hope you can forgive me. It's not convenient for my wife to come out. I'll fine myself." After saying that, the groom drank a glass of wine. Xiao Yuanqi laughed softly, but Shen Sirong lowered his eyes and stopped looking at it.

"Madam."

Shen Sirong's loneliness after smelling the "mother" was completely included in Xiao Yuanqi's eyes. Xiao Yuanqi quietly held her hand, leaned slightly to one side, and approached Shen Sirong's cheek. A soft call entered Shen Sirong's ear and slowly flowed to the bottom of his heart.

There are these dazzling eyes on his stunned face. Whether this "woman" is what Xiao Yuanqi casually spit out or what his heart calls for, it is particularly cherished for Shen Sirong.

She never thought that one day there would be such an ordinary but warm name between them.

Until they left Hu's mansion and left a small stop on the way, her heart was still hot, as if every breath was the "lady".

"Your Majesty, Madam, here we are."

The cold report came on a cold night, breaking everything in Shen Sirong's fantasy. Back to this place, he was still the "emperor" and she was still a "concubine".