Seeing him so happy, Du Jingyi felt enlightened.
Sometimes wine may not be intoxicating, but it can always make people relax.
It was eerily quiet outside, but a cicada ran out of nowhere.
The chirping made Xitang Courtyard a little more noisy after autumn.
Shang Ji smiled and said to ease the atmosphere.
"There are actually cicadas chirping at this time of year, which shows that your backyard is well taken care of."
This is true.
After autumn, Du Jingyi didn't hear this sound for half a month.
Why did they run out today? Maybe they were a little restless.
The night was dark, and the distant chirping of cicadas made both of them feel restless.
Shang Ji has been on the battlefield for so many years and has always been decisive and straightforward in his dealings.
But today I don't know how to speak.
The wine glass in his hand was poured into his stomach one after another.
It’s as if he doesn’t know how to get drunk, or maybe he just wants to get braver by getting drunk.
Du Jingyi thought about what his mother said today.
Faced with such a scene, he gritted his teeth.
In the end, I felt that anyway, if you extend your head with a knife, you will also shrink your head with a knife.
He simply gave up and said directly to Shang Ji.
"General, too much alcohol is harmful to your health. I'm here to serve you and rest first."
Shang Ji was briefly stunned, probably because he didn't expect that she would take the initiative to speak.
But he quickly answered.
"good."
After hearing his answer, Du Jingyi took a breath, then stood up and walked to him.
Shang Ji was already tall, but now Du Jingyi stood in front of him, his height only reached about his shoulders.
There was a sense of oppression in the whole person, shrouding Du Jingyi in it.
The heavy breath, filled with the aroma of alcohol, hit Du Jingyi's head one after another.
It made her quite nervous.
When he started to unbutton Shang Ji, his fingers were not as flexible as before.
Revealing a little clumsiness.
In the past, she disliked the smell of drunkenness the most. She always felt that it would arouse people's nausea.
But today I feel inexplicably relieved.
After all, if it weren't for the reputation of being "drunk", she would be embarrassed to do such a thing.
The clothes Shang Ji wore today didn't have many buttons.
After a while, the moon-white undershirt was revealed.
Not sure if it was the one he had seen before, Du Jingyi turned his head and looked at it, secretly making a note of it in his mind.
When he turned around and hung up his coat, he twisted up the handkerchief he had prepared earlier and used it to cleanse Shang Ji's face.
He drinks well, but gets drunk easily.
After just a few drinks, your face will be flushed and your ears will be hot.
People mistakenly think that he doesn't have much alcohol capacity.
Therefore, when Du Jingyi handed the veil over, he reached out and took it.
But the temperature of my hands was different from before, obviously a lot hotter.
Du Jingyi was about to retract his hand as if he was electrocuted, but was stopped by Shang Ji.
After looking up in surprise, he saw Shang Ji's eyes.
It was quite different from the first time we met.
At that time, I was full of vigilance, but now there is more tenderness that seems to be absent.
Before Du Jingyi could speak, he felt himself spinning into an even hotter embrace.
"Place it."
A somewhat emotional voice fell next to Du Jingyi's ear, instantly igniting her ears.
Before she could say anything, she fell into the bed that the maids had already made.
Soft silk brocade quilt, warm spring breeze.
With the bright moonlight coming in through the window, Shang Shaoyu lowered his head and looked at Du Jingyi.
Her neck is very slender, which makes her skin more white, moist and tender.
So soft and touching, he couldn't help but want to get close to her.
The deer's eyes are clear, but if you look carefully, there is some vague greenness hidden in them.
The green hair is like a waterfall, and the beauty is in my arms.
The more he thought about it, the more Shang Ji felt itchy.
Under the moonlight.
Shang Ji is also a lot different from usual.
He has broad shoulders and a broad back, a narrow waist and strong legs, and his wheat-colored skin is shiny.
Seen from behind, the whole person looks as agile as a leopard that doesn't know what to eat.
There were a few scars on his chest, which gave him a rough look.
The muscles in the abdomen are clearly defined, and you can tell that they have been trained for many years.
It had been almost thirty years, and for the first time, he felt that the love between husband and wife was so hearty.
Her hair had already been wet, and her body was sticky at the moment.
But he didn't want to move either.
He turned sideways and looked at Du Jingyi, who was extremely embarrassed, and laughed softly.
Then with a wave of his hand, he hugged her over.
Outside the house, the maid Yingying stuffed two balls of cotton wool wrapped in brocade into her ears.
Some of them took a tree branch and drew random circles on the ground of the main room of Xitang Courtyard.
On the contrary, the strong man standing in the corridor looked calm and indifferent.
The room was filled with the smell of joy.
While he was awake, Shang Ji wanted to talk to Du Jingyi.
Unexpectedly, when he looked at her, he realized something was wrong.
There were several deep and shallow red marks on her wrist, and it was obvious that she had just clenched them.
I feel a little regretful in my heart, she is so soft and delicate, how can I trample on her wantonly.
So he opened his mouth and said something.
"Sorry, not next time."
Du Jingyi was extremely shy, so he reached out and wanted to pull the quilt to cover his face.
Unexpectedly, he accidentally slapped him on the face, just like scratching an itch.
It didn't hurt at all, but in Shang Ji's eyes, there was a bit more of a desire to welcome him in return.
Looking at the soft and boneless hands, Shang Ji said in a low voice.
"I'll change my face and beat you again?"
Du Jingyi was robbed by his words and suddenly stopped.
It seems that he did not expect that the general with great military exploits would act so improperly.
And Shang Ji seemed to realize that he was no longer the hot young boy back then, so he paused and said.
"Now that you and I are married, how about we not be too formal in the future?"
Du Jingyi's shyness still showed on his face, and he really didn't want to look at him again, so he turned his back to him.
He also tugged on the thin quilt that was made of fragrant soft satin and was embroidered with ten kinds of brocade patterns in his hand, and said with slight dissatisfaction.
"General, my quilt..."
Shang Ji looked sideways and saw that it was indeed him who was holding him down.
He reached out and touched the thin quilt, and then said in an incomprehensible manner.
"It's so hot, why should I cover myself with a quilt?"
Du Jingyi was speechless.
The soft satin used to make the quilt was bought by my father for a large sum of money from a famous embroidery pavilion in the south of the Yangtze River. Not to mention it is as thin as a cicada's wings, but one piece is worth thousands of gold.
In autumn, it is cool and comfortable to cover your head and body.
But such a precious thing was like rags in his eyes.
Du Jingyi moved inside awkwardly.
But the canopy bed is so big that it can't be moved out.
He was upset, but he didn't know that his back fell into Shang Ji's eyes, and the heat that had just been suppressed rose again.
Hanging on the canopy bed is autumn-colored Huanying gauze, which is soft in nature.
Coupled with the splash of moonlight, Du Jingyi is as bright as a fairy under the moon.
Not only did it not matter, but it made Shang Ji's throat tighten involuntarily.
So when the hot breath came from behind him again, Du Jingyi had no room to resist.
Then he fell into throbbing again, making ripples in the pool.
Hearing the sounds coming from inside the room, the maid Cherry stared at Luo Yuan who was guarding the corridor.
I think he is too ignorant.
Luo Yuan also felt very embarrassed.
The general was "reunited" with his wife inside, and he had to stare at a girl with a cold eyebrow. It was really a sight.
