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"Have Ting Xun heard of him? How is he?"

Wei Tingxun said with a complex expression: "He is famous in the capital for being gentle, handsome, and knowledgeable. Even the eldest princess, who is the crown princess, bows to his fragrant cloud-patterned robe!"

"More than that, I heard that he was good at Guigu's skills and had close contacts with Master Wuchen."

"I didn't expect that Mr. Jiang, who is the proud son of heaven, is willing to step down from the altar for love and become Song Xiang's husband!"

Now that he knew Jiang Qingyan's background, Feng Mian felt a little heavier in his heart: "What does he like about his wife?"

Wei Tingxun shook his head: "Feng Mian, don't worry about Mr. Jiang for now. You should think carefully about when you will sleep with Song Xiang!"

Feng Mian's ears were slightly red, and he couldn't say anything: "How can I...how can I take the initiative for such a thing!"

"You are her husband, why can't you take the initiative?" Wei Tingxun pressed Feng Mian's shoulders and whispered, "It is human nature to love each other in bed. Now that you have a marriage contract, you should treat this husband's Now that your status is confirmed, is it possible that you are so generous that you would let those who come after you take precedence?"

When Feng Mian heard this, he shook his head in hindsight: "Ting Xun, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? Everyone has to go through this!"

"Ting Xun, it would be great if you and the wife have a marriage contract!" Feng Mian showed a nervous look, "You and the wife have been through it, so you can give me some confidence!"

Wei Tingxun said shamefully: "How can you talk about such a thing! Don't be afraid, Song Xiang is not the kind of woman who has no sense of proportion!"

Feng Mian didn't care whether Wei Tingxun and Song Xiang had a marriage contract or not, and said with heartfelt words: "Tingxun, sooner or later my wife will marry you anyway, why don't you also perform the courtesy ceremony with your wife?" "

"Although Young Master Lu is pitiful, I'm not happy that he's really ahead of you!" Feng Mian pondered, thinking wholeheartedly about Wei Tingxun, "If it's a small matter, it's Chunlei's love affair, but if it's a serious matter, But it’s a matter of the husband in the backyard.”

When Wei Tingxun listened, he couldn't help but have the idea of ​​​​seduce Song Xiang.

Feng Mian was thinking, but was interrupted by Song Xiang.

"What's wrong with you? Are you able to drift away even after eating?"

Feng Mian hurriedly recovered his mind: "My wife, I...I was thinking...thinking..."

"What are you thinking about?"

Being stared at by Song Xiang with a smile, Feng Mian felt a little ashamed inexplicably. He avoided Song Xiang with his eyes and said vaguely: "I was wondering if you would read a book today..."

"dont see!"

Wei Tingxun said with a smile: "Feng Mian wants you to sleep with him early tonight!"

Song Xiang raised his eyebrows: "What's so difficult about this?"

Wei Tingxun said again: "You have misunderstood. What I mean is, do you have to sleep tonight for a night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber?"

Without waiting for Song Xiang to answer, Wei Tingxun continued: "We are short of time, so I asked people to decorate your house casually. Those auspicious lamps and candles with dragons and phoenixes, and the calligraphy paper were all bought from Taro!"

Feng Mian lowered his head in shame and did not dare to say anything.

Hearing this, Song Xiang looked at Feng Mian, with tenderness in his eyes: "I blame my negligence for not organizing a decent evening ceremony for you."

After saying that, he turned to look at Wei Tingxun: "Thank you for the arrangement!"

"It's just a little effort."

Song Xiang glanced at Feng Mian meaningfully, stood up and said, "I'm going to take a bath. You can come to my room later!"

Feng Mian froze, looked at Song Xiang's back, and murmured: "What to do with Ting Xun... I'm not ready... I'm very nervous..."

"In a moment, please accompany me there!"

Wei Tingxun smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, go change into a red thin shirt, I'll wait for you here!"

Feng Mianqi Ai Ai got up, went to the inner room, lit a stick of incense, rinsed her mouth again, changed her clothes, and then came out holding Guangxiu.

"Ting Xun, is this okay?"

Wei Tingxun put the tea cup in his hand on the table, raised his eyebrows slightly, and with just one glance, he showed a positive look: "Very good, Song Xiang will definitely fall for you!"

"Ting Xun, don't try to irritate me with your words!"

Feng Mian grabbed Ting Xun and said with a bit of shyness, "Please accompany me there!"

Wei Tingxun followed Feng Mian to Song Xiang's room. The sound of playing with water came from behind the screen, and the two of them entered the inner room with red cheeks.

The top of the bed has been replaced with a red curtain, red candles are lit on the high tables on both sides, and the characters "囍" are plastered all around.

"Feng Mian, remember to take the initiative later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Tingxun swallowed his bitterness and turned to leave, but Feng Mian grabbed him by the skirt of his clothes.

"Ting Xun, I'm nervous, why don't you do it for me?"

Wei Tingxun smiled and said, "Don't keep me here. How can I take your place in the bridal chamber between the two of you?"

"Ting Xun, can you just think of it as your and Song Xiang's bridal chamber?" Feng Mian was anxious, "I feel like my heart is about to jump into my throat..."

Wei Tingxun smiled and opened Feng Mian's fingers and refused: "Don't say stupid things. Don't you admire Song Xiang and want to switch to another girl?"

As soon as he said this, Feng Mian immediately became obedient. He watched Wei Tingxun slowly walk out of the inner room, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Song Xiang dried his hair and did not wear any obscene clothes. He also put on a thin red shirt, tied it loosely with a tie, and went straight to the inner room.

As soon as he arrived in the inner room, a lantern burst out from the red candle next to him, making a crackling sound.

Feng Mian raised his head and saw Song Xiang standing under the lamp with a smile on his face, his chest half open, the ravine deep and charming.

A pair of jade-white legs are looming under the red thin shirt, making her look like a fairy when she moves around.

"Feng Mian, what are you watching me do?"

Song Xiang raised his head and took a sip of plum wine, his Adam's apple rolling, it was so enchanting that it captured people's soul.

Feng Mian sat in the half-open red brocade tent, pretending to spread out his embroidered quilt.

Song Xiang put down the wine cup, walked quickly to the couch, pushed Feng Mian down, kicked off the wooden shoes, and knelt down on him.

"Wine strengthens my courage, don't blame Buddha!"

Feng Mian:? ? ?

"Little donor, are you willing to return to secular life today?"

Feng Mian smiled and said nothing.

Song Xiang held Feng Mian's face, slowly leaned forward, parted his red lips, and captured the corners of Feng Mian's mouth.

"Well!"

The two bodies were close to each other. Feng Mian was moved and hugged Song Xiang intoxicatedly. He loosened his teeth and entangled his uvula with her.

If this wasn't enough, Feng Mian pulled gently, and the loose lace instantly spread out. Following Song Xiang's movements, it gradually slid to the crook of his arm, revealing a large piece of snow-white jade back.

Song Xiang tore Feng Mian's thin shirt and threw it in the air, pieces falling to the ground.

The knuckles of his hands, like peeled onions, rubbed the person beneath him, causing him to make a long-suffering sound.

"Uh~"

After a while, Song Xiang looked for the mountain peak, pressed his body gently, and obsessed over Feng Mian crazily.

Half an hour later…

"My wife~" Feng Mian breathed heavily, "I can't bear it anymore~"

"Then I stop?"

"do not want!"

An hour later.

"My wife... I... I can't do it anymore..." Feng Mian's voice was filled with tears, "Please... please take me... to Wushan..."

Song Xiang listened to Feng Mian's weeping and wheezing sounds, but he didn't dare to slack off. He comforted him and led him, like a phoenix in flight.