Yan Qi, who was far away in Korea, held An Qing in her arms, touched and scratched her, sneezed, and smiled: "Sneeze for no reason? Is someone scolding me again?"
An Qing pursed her lips and smiled: "If someone is really scolding you, I think it must be Miss Lin."
Yan Qi smiled: "Why the eldest lady?"
An Qing's beautiful eyes looked forward: "Miss Lin lives next door to Qing'er. We are chatting with each other. Miss Lin naturally heard it. Do you think she will scold you? Of course, she will also scold me."
Yan Qi held An Qing in her arms, raising and lowering her hands: "Didn't I favor the eldest lady last night? She was still a resentful woman."
An Qing snuggled into Yan Qi's arms, with soft red lips, blowing on Yan Qi's ears: "Brother Qi, how do you know that women can't be pampered enough? They must always be pampered and always feel good."
Yan Qi nodded: "It makes sense!"
An Qing blinked her beautiful eyes: "So, the eldest lady hopes that Brother Seven will pamper her. Now, if she doesn't get it, of course she will complain."
Yan Qi reached inside and touched An Qing's smooth body: "Why doesn't Qing'er complain?"
An Qing's eyes narrowed: "I'm complaining too, but Brother Qi doesn't know."
Yan Qi smiled: "Where are your complaints? Tell me and let me listen."
An Qing said: "My complaints are all in the poems."
Yan Qidao: "Write it down and let me read it."
"Walk!"
An Qing, wearing pajamas, jumped out of Yan Qi's arms and came to the table.
Yan Qi polished ink for An Qing.
After polishing the ink, Yan Qi stood behind An Qing and hugged An Qing's small waist, feeling the delicacy and softness.
An Qing wrote a poem eloquently.
"
There is a sycamore tree in the courtyard,
Dry into the clouds.
The branches welcome the northern and southern birds,
The leaves are sent to the incoming wind.
"
Yan Qi was full of praise when he saw it.
This poem is truly amazing.
"Wonderful, wonderful."
Yan Qi was fascinated by this poem.
He pressed against An Qing's soft body, lifted up her nightgown, and stretched his big hands inside.
An Qing grabbed Yan Qi's hand, looked back provocatively, and smiled with red lips: "I won't let you in."
Yan Qi smiled.
He knew that he had to return a poem.
This thing is too childish for Yan Qi.
Yan Qi came with a long mouth: "You should pity the teeth of the clogs and the moss is green. The small buckle firewood door has not been opened for a long time. The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be closed. A branch of red apricot comes out of the wall."
An Qing giggled and was in a good mood. She took Yan Qi's hand and led him into the flowers.
The two of them laughed and laughed, and the earth moved.
shake.
…
for a long time!
An Qing's body was limp and could not bear the torment, so she was held by Yan Qi and slept on the bed.
Yan Qixiao asked: "Is it okay?"
An Qing said: "Seventh Brother is getting more and more powerful, Qing'er is no match for Seventh Brother."
Yan Qi said: "Qing'er's kung fu has also improved."
The two were talking.
The little maid knocked on the door: "Miss An, a letter from Miss Lin."
Yan Qi opened the door and took the letter.
Go back to the bedside and open it.
It turned out to be a poem.
It seems that An Qing and Yan Qi were writing pornographic poems, and Lin Ruoxian heard them.
Lin Ruoxian also came to join in the fun.
Lin Ruoxian's poems are quite reminiscent of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
"
Neighbors shouting at night is a private matter.
However, it spreads far and wide, and it does have a different meaning.
Now that everyone is listening, I will write down the inscription now. Again, something happened
Fortunately, even singing praises one's aspirations.
"
"whee!"
An Qing laughed so hard that her branches trembled.
"Brother Qi, I just said that Miss Lin complained. Miss Lin must have heard it, so she wrote this poem. It clearly means that she can also write poems. This is a protest to me."
Yan Qi sweated profusely.
An Qing pushed Yan Qi out of bed: "Miss Lin must have just eavesdropped on our sex. Now, she is flooded and out of control. Brother Qi, go and drain the flood for her. Otherwise, this The jealousy is overturned, and you will cause trouble for me tomorrow."
Yan Qi smiled.
Just about to go out.
The little maid knocked on the door again.
"Miss An, there is also a letter from Miss Qiuxiang."
"Did Qiuxiang also write?"
Yan Qi took the letter.
An Qing reluctantly sat up: "Qiuxiang is also next door, I am in the middle, Miss Lin and Qiuxiang are on the left and right, they are all my neighbors."
An Qing opened it and took a look.
Qiuxiang also wrote a poem.
"
There was a squeaking sound,
The spring breeze is also coming.
This mind is not a clear mirror,
Now it's dusty again.
"
Yan Qi sweated profusely.
"It's bad, Qiuxiang also eavesdropped on us having sex."
An Qing pursed her lips and smiled sweetly: "Qiu Xiang is also waiting for Brother Seven to be favored? There is only one Brother Seven, but he is favored by two beauties. What should we do?"
Yan Qi laughed, I have a way.
With a few strokes, I wrote a poem.
An Qing braced herself, endured the pain between her legs, and raised her head
When I saw it, I was laughing from ear to ear.
"My lord, I guess that's the case."
An Qing softly chanted: "The fallen flowers are independent and invite Yan to fly together."
Yan Qi blinked: "Qing'er understand?"
An Qing snorted: "Isn't it just Shuang Feiyan's trick? Of course I understand it, but I'm afraid that Brother Qi won't be able to bear it."
Yan Qiyi puffed up his chest: "Why can't you bear it? I'm not afraid. If you add Qing'er, I can kill him and turn the world upside down."
"I can't do it anymore."
An Qing pushed Yan Qi out: "Brother Qi, hurry up and go to Yan Shuangfei. If you leave too late, Qing'er will be stabbed by Miss Lin."
Yan Qixiang took a bite of An Qing and went out laughing.
…
Lin Ruoxian is next door.
Can't help but listen to the room.
When she heard Yan Qi and An Qing playing poems and flirting with each other, her heart filled with charm.
When she heard the two people chatting and talking and Xianyun playing tricks, her body could not control her heat.
Although last night, Yan Qi and Yan stormed and killed everyone, but they were still not satisfied.
Today, my heart is still filled with excitement.
Therefore, she shamelessly wrote a poem and clearly invited Yan Qi.
Squeak!
She listened as Yan Qi left the room.
She was overjoyed and pretended to be asleep on the bed, waiting for Yan Qi to come in.
Unexpectedly, there was no sound for a long time.
Just when I was wondering, I heard a smaller sound of opening the door.
That is Qiuxiang's boudoir.
Lin Ruoxian raised her red lips and was quite disappointed: "The bad guy didn't come to pamper me. This is not giving me face."
However, Qiuxiang is her best friend.
Yan Qi dotes on Qiuxiang, but Miss Lin doesn't have any objections.
When I was feeling sorry for myself, the maid came in and said, "Miss, this is a poem given to you by my lord."
Lin Ruoxian opened it and laughed.
"The fallen flowers are independent and invite the swallows to fly together."
Lin Ruoxian knew what was going on as soon as he saw it.
"This bad guy only thinks about good things, and he still wants me and Qiuxiang to serve him? I won't do it."
Lin Ruoxian was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
After a while.
She couldn't help being lonely, opened the door, and rushed into Qiuxiang's room.
Once inside, there was no one.
At the time of doubt.
Yan Qi and Qiuxiang rushed out from behind, and they worked together to press her on the bed.
Qiuxiang said: "Brother Qi, it depends on your ability."
Yan Qi said: "Okay, eldest lady, look, I'm going to shoot."
