The days of love after first marriage with Yingwei

Chapter 19

"Master, you... drink less..." Seeing that Lu Yuncheng drank another bowl of Zhuyeqing, Ying Qiansi couldn't help persuading him.

Lu Yuncheng's eyes began to blur, but he still didn't lose consciousness. He stumbled and stumbled while listening to Ying Qian's persuasion, with a childish smile on the corner of his mouth: "The little shadow guard dares to obstruct the master, it's too much!"

Although the master's tone could be heard as a joke, but the comprehensive quality of the shadow guards that he had cultivated for a long time still made Ying Qiansi unable to help but want to plead guilty.

"Master, the subordinates dare not."

Ying Qiansi's voice was very small, it didn't sound like an apology, but more like begging for mercy helplessly.

Lu Yuncheng nodded in satisfaction when he heard the words, "It's okay, I'll listen to you, don't drink anymore, Tang Yi told me that if you are a husband, you should listen to your wife. You are my wife, so I naturally have to listen to you. Come, call Xianggong and listen."

Ying Qiansi: "..."

If it's a cold order, let alone "Xianggong", he can execute it without hesitation, even if it is more excessive, but the more the master uses this kind of flirtatious tone to him, the more Ying Qiansi is uneasy. Open your mouth.

"Master, you are drunk." Ying Qiansi tried to get away with it.

"Huh? The shadow guard is disobedient, neither let me drink, nor call me husband," Lu Yuncheng straightened up, pretending to be serious, "Qiansi, tell me, what should I do?" Punish him!"

Is this what the master looks like after drinking?Ying Qiansi suspects that the master's mind is only seven or eight years old.

Seeing that Ying Qiansi didn't answer him, Lu Yuncheng asked himself and answered, "Okay, I'll do as you said, and I'll beat his ass."

"Master!" I didn't say anything, before Ying Qiansi had time to defend himself, Lu Yuncheng had already got up and crawled over.

The bamboo couch is very spacious, and Lu Yuncheng and Ying Qiansi are not crowded on the same side.

Seeing that Lu Yuncheng was really going to lift his clothes in broad daylight, Ying Qiansi didn't care about being disrespectful to his master, and stretched out his hand to hold down Lu Yuncheng's fidgeting wrist.

"Master, Master and Madam will be here at any time." Ying Qiansi moved out Lu Rongxuan and Ling Ling.

"Hmph, I don't want to see them."

Lu Yuncheng was held by Ying Qiansi, and obediently did not struggle, he leaned on Ying Qiansi with all his strength, their shoulders were tightly pressed together.

Seeing the master calm down, Ying Qiansi silently breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that beating him like that would be more unbearable than the countless punishments in the Shadow Palace.

Ying Qiansi stretched out his hand to embrace Lu Yuncheng's shoulder, told him to pull him into his arms, and patted him softly like a child, "Okay, no see, no see".

Lu Yuncheng nodded, rubbing his head against Yingqiansi's chest, the jade hair crown was always touching somewhere accidentally, he frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable, he simply lay down and lay on Yingqiansi's lap .

Ying Qiansi followed Lu Yuncheng's movements and adjusted his posture, trying to make his master lie as comfortably as possible. Just when Ying Qiansi thought his master had fallen asleep, Lu Yuncheng murmured to himself.

"My mother's master passed away early, and there was discord within the Lingxian Sect. The burden of reorganizing the sect was on her shoulders. I understand her, but..."

Ying Qiansi listened intently, but Lu Yuncheng fell asleep before finishing speaking.

Ying Qiansi knew the unfinished words in the master's mind. The master understood the difficulties of Daoist Ling Ling, but was just sad about Daoist Ling Ling's attitude towards him, and the mother's longing and love for her children, which was rarely seen in Daoist Lingling. arrive.

Ying Qiansi looked at Lu Yuncheng's sleeping side face, the well-shaped long eyebrows did not need to be modified, they flew obliquely into the few strands of black hair at the corners of the temples, the long and dense eyelashes drooped obediently, the real eyebrows were picturesque.

Ying Qiansi stretched out his hand to push away the broken hair on Lu Yuncheng's face, looked and looked, finally couldn't help but bent down, and placed a light kiss on Lu Yuncheng's smooth forehead.

When the soft lips touch the warm skin, it feels like the most delicious candy in childhood memory - sweet-scented osmanthus fudge, soft and sweet.

This is the most daring thing he has ever done since he became a shadow guard, Ying Qiansi thought so, but the master's clear and lingling eyes suddenly appeared in his mind, and he suddenly felt a sense of fear that he was caught by the master on the spot.

Ying Qiansi hurriedly opened his eyes, but the master was still asleep, and didn't notice his trespassing behavior.

Holding his breath, he slowly straightened up, and he let out a long breath of relief until the high heat on his face dissipated completely.

"Shopkeeper, have you ever been here with two tall men, one in white and one in black?"

A woman's voice came from downstairs, it was Taoist Ling Ling who had been looking for her all the way.

After she took off her brawny attire, her three-thousand-black hair was only fixed with a silver hairpin. Her face in her early forties had no makeup applied, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were bright and her teeth were bright, she looked only about 30 years old, and the fine lines around her eyes were She added a mature style.

The shopkeeper stared blankly for a moment, until Lu Rongxuan coughed lightly, then the shopkeeper withdrew his eyes and showed his usual smile when entertaining guests. He was deeply impressed by Lu Yuncheng and Ying Qiansi, and remembered it all at once, but he didn't answer directly. Instead, he asked, "I don't know why the two of you are looking for them?"

"I am their mother." Ling Ling was straightforward.

Lu Rongxuan who was standing next to him paused for a moment. Although he drank Ying Qiansi's modified tea, his wife hadn't drunk it yet. How could he recognize that boy so easily.

The boss didn't dare to embarrass him when he heard the words, and hurriedly asked Xiao Er to lead him up.

This mother is indeed younger, but when you think about it carefully, she does have some resemblance to the man in white, especially in her clear and indifferent demeanor, and her bright eyes that make you dare not look directly at her.

"Master, the master and madam are here." Ying Qiansi whispered, facing the master, he had already called daddy, but he was not sure if he could call Ling Lingdao's mother, so he simply didn't change his words.

Lu Yuncheng was sleeping soundly on Ying Qiansi's lap, when he heard someone talking next to his ear, he seemed to feel his ears a little itchy, so he turned over on Ying Qiansi's lap, hugging Ying Wei's thin waist Find a comfortable position and continue to sleep.

The master's warm breath passed through the clothes into the tight skin, Ying Qiansi couldn't help shaking Lu Yuncheng slightly, "Master?"

The sleeping Lu Yuncheng naturally didn't respond, so Ling Ling and Lu Rongxuan saw such a picture when they knocked on the door and came in.

My son was lying on his side on the couch, hugging his newly married man and wife. Layers of white gowns were spread all over the floor. The dark patterns on the brocade of flying clouds faced the sun like a sparkling lake, rippling with waves, full of spring, but it was a pair of A quiet and beautiful picture.

Ying Qiansi looked at Ling Ling who had resumed her female attire, was surprised by her youth and beauty for a moment, and then immediately called out: "Madam, master."

The master was sleeping on his lap, Ying Qiansi couldn't get up to salute, so he could only sit on pins and needles on the couch, and after calling out people, he didn't dare to look at them, his eyes lowered tremblingly, looking at the master's flawless sleeping face, as if Criminals awaiting sentencing.

Ling Ling didn't care about these empty rituals, she sat across from Ying Qiansi, which was where Lu Yuncheng was before, and saw the unfinished wine jar on the table, and asked: "How much wine did Cheng'er drink, how did you get so drunk? ?”

It was also the first time Lu Rongxuan saw his son drunk, and he looked at it curiously, "Is this kid so sad that he can't drink and buy drunk? He really doesn't behave like he did before."

Hearing this, Ling Ling glared at Lu Rongxuan, telling him not to gloat, the culprit for his son's behavior today is not him.

"Return to madam, the master drank two bowls of Zhuyeqing." Ying Qiansi bowed his head and replied respectfully.

Ling Ling didn't know Zhuyeqing, but the name didn't sound like a very strong wine. She expected it well, her son's drinking capacity was up to her, almost a glass, but because she never drank in front of outsiders, no one knew about it.

"You are the one Cheng'er chooses, your name is Ying Qiansi?"

"Yes, ma'am." Ying Qiansi replied, her throat tensed up a little.

Ling Ling saw Ying Qiansi's discomfort, and she showed a gentle smile, "Don't be nervous, Qiansi, my mother wasn't there when Cheng'er got married, and I couldn't drink the tea you respected. Call me 'mother'?"

Ying Qiansi and Lu Rongxuan looked at Ling Ling in surprise at the same time.

Lu Rongxuan stopped him and said, "Ma'am, you haven't even investigated him. He is not good at playing chess, calligraphy and painting, and he has an inflexible elm head. He can't go to the hall or go to the kitchen. How can he be worthy..."

Ling Ling's voice interrupted him lightly, "Shut up." These are all false, she believes in her son's vision.

Seeing Ying Qiansi lowered her head guiltily, Ling Ling said comfortingly: "Qiansi, don't listen to your father, I can't play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting either. An uncle gave me a good piano before. I can't play bombs, and I can only fry the kitchen when I enter the kitchen, so I can live a good life."

Ying Qiansi didn't expect his wife to tell him this, when he heard the fried kitchen, he couldn't help showing a smile.

Lu Rongxuan sat next to Ling Ling, and said dissatisfiedly: "How can he compare with you, you are good no matter what."

Ling Ling moved in to make way for Lu Rongxuan, but she was too lazy to answer his words. She looked at Ying Qiansi and asked again: "So, can you call me 'mother'?"

With encouragement and affirmation in Ling Ling's eyes, Ying Qiansi finally relaxed slowly. Hot tea was warmed on the low table next to the screen in the private room. The pot was thinner than the teapot, and it was probably for guests to hangover.

Ying Qiansi reached out to take the teapot, and filled Ling Ling's wine glass with tea. Lu Yuncheng, who was lying on his lap, prevented Ying Qiansi from making large movements. He held the cup with both hands, and offered the tea as standard as possible, " Qiansi, offer tea to mother."

Ling Ling showed a gratified smile. Even though the person his son was looking for was not as tender and intellectual as a woman, he was still restrained and steady.

The wine glass was much smaller than the teacup, and Ling Ling drank it down without hesitation after taking it.

The entrance is not the tea aroma as imagined, but the smell of hot wine. What is warmed on the low table is wine, not tea, and the smell of wine is stronger than Zhuyeqing.

Ling Ling's hand holding the wine glass paused, and a hazy layer of water suddenly appeared in his eyes, as if the wine in his stomach had filled his eyes, "This wine... tastes good."

After finishing speaking, Ling Ling's body fell limp and was held in Lu Rongxuan's arms in time.

The author has something to say: The jug that looks like a teapot: You are the teapot, and your whole family is a teapot!