Yang Yi and Wei Jing met again at the foot of the Dengshan Mountain, and did not resign. They entered a teahouse on the street and sat down by the window to have a tea shop.

There are a few foods on the table, two cups of fragrant tea, two of them sit in the melting table, watching the countless lanterns and fireworks in the city.

Unfortunately, if you meet the neighbor of Xingguofang, it would be different.

Yang Yi looked at a lotus lantern on the willow-shaped tooth path and secretly looked forward to it.

Halfway through the tea, Wei Jing suddenly said to the close maid: "Chunlan, you don't have to serve here, go and enjoy the lanterns by yourself."

Chunlan was stunned and replied, "But, what if you don't have a maid later, how can you give birth?"

"If you really don't have it, you can go back first."

"No. Ah, if the master and husband ask, the maid can't explain it." Chunlan hurriedly glanced at Yang Yi, with an unclear meaning in her eyes.

"My parents and the others have also come out to watch the lights. They haven't returned so early, so you don't have to worry about these."

"Oh, that maid will go first."

Yang Yi looked at Wei Jing with a smile. The two deep dimples on her face were filled with a strong sense of meaning and really felt that they were fascinated.

Wei Jing was so flushed and drunk by his eyes. She sent Chunlan away, leaving two men and women alone, which inevitably made people think a lot.

"You... why don't you say anything?" Wei Jing asked with his head down.

"Sitting alone in the window, the beautiful state is like a golden willow, a fragrant orchid, and a tea before the rain..." Yang Yi answered the question irrelevantly, as if talking to himself. Since this girl wanted to have an ambiguous relationship, Yang Yi didn't mind teasing her.

Wei Jing did not say anything resentment this time. She glanced at him and said with a little shame: "We have been resting for a long time, so why not watch the lanterns again. I heard that the lanterns in Huajiayuanzi are very unique on the other side of Zhouqiao. Let's go and have a look together."

"Okay, no problem. I will be a flower protector tonight and let you enjoy things."

The two entered the teahouse and walked forward as the lanterns watched, the lights were hazy on the willow-shaped tooth path. A pair of young men and women talked sweetly under the moon in front of the flowers, making this Lantern Festival full of a different style, as if everything was unrestrained.

Walking south from Yu Street, the lanterns were watched shoulder to shoulder, and it was really difficult to move forward. Wei Jing took the lead in turning into a cross street; the alleys also hang various lanterns under the eaves in front of the door. There were a few lanterns in the alleys, and the lanterns had a kind of elegant and unique interest.

In the shadows of the secluded tree, couples who are unstoppable sometimes hug each other in the shadows behind the tree; Yang Yi suddenly felt familiar, like in the parks of later generations, the couples kissed passionately among the hazy bushes at night.

Wei Jing didn't dare to look at it too much, but her heart was pounding, making her feel a little uneasy.

She was in a state of confusion and didn't pay attention to her feet for a moment. She stepped on a shallow pit and her body couldn't help but tilt her body.

As soon as she exclaimed, Niao Niao's slender waist was held by a strong arm. The sudden sense of security from the shock made Wei Jing breathe a sigh of relief, and she couldn't help but lean into Yang Yi's arms. Her beautiful and graceful appearance was like a flower blooming in the dark night.

Yang Yi felt the soft and warm fragrance in his heart. His delicate panting and faint body fragrance were soaked intoxication.

The sounds are silent in the quiet alley, and the high walls are silent. The beauty is in her arms. Yang Yi will not push out pretentiously. The bright light shines on Wei Jing's sweet face, and you can even see her long eyelashes trembling slightly. The snow willows on her temples sway gently with the night wind. Her rapid and undulating breasts are very uneasy. Her starry eyes are half closed, and the half-open cherry is rosy and tender, moving in extremely.

Yang Yi hugged her soft body and whispered: "Girl, you have to know that I already have a family."

"I know." Wei Jing responded in a faint voice, then raised her head and looked at him leisurely. The dimples were drunk, and the wind was charming.

Yang Yi didn't say much, hugged her and retreated into the gap between the high walls under the dark yin of the ancient locust, then kissed her slightly trembling lips, and amid her whispering, she stroking her delicate body...

It was still early when she sent Wei Jing home, and her parents had not yet returned, just in time.

Yang Yi left with a relaxed and happy mood, and the streets were still surging with tides, fireworks drifted, lights on the ground were like galaxies, singing and dancing everywhere on the terrace of the colorful sheds, and music was flying outside.

Walking by the Huimin River, I encountered a few winds. The scholars chanted lyrics under the willow lanterns by the river, and wanted to hook up with the dancers on the boat with their knowledge; on the flower boat, a few women in a beard stood on the bow of the boat, laughing across the water, and the scholars on the other side pointed and pointed.

The few sān on the shore were encouraged and took turns to join the battle, chanting with their hands behind their backs. When Yang Yi passed by, a handsome man in green robe came forward, and he heard him chanting: "I have fought and my tentacles are getting busy. The more I feel in the slit, there is a unique fragrance."

This is a naked teasing. Ah, the woman on the boat was not angry, she spitted gently and looked charming, which made the scholars on the shore feel even more excited.

Damn, this is OK? Yang Yi couldn't help but be surprised and felt a little unhappy. Okay, I'm openly plagiarizing the ten-scent poems of Xiao Guanyin, the mother of the eldest princess of Yue Kingdom, the queen of the Great Liao Dynasty. Is that okay? I have to take care of it, I have to take care of it, I must take care of it, and at least I have to fight these incest...

"Brother, let me do it." Yang Yi snatched his body and pushed away the scholars. Regardless of their reaction, he chanted to the pretty girl on the boat:

The window covers the cicadas and gauze, and the evening breeze is shrouded in the green shade and the road is shadowed in the east and west.

I pity myself for the lack of spring in the valley, but who believes that there is a road for the Blue Bridge?

The Liangyu Cup holds the parrot green, and the ribbon is lightly divided into lychees red.

The mandarin duck tent was empty, and the bronze temples were shy.

This poem is a metaphor for the love between men and women. At dusk, the half-closed screen window is blowing through, and the green shade outside the window is flowing, while the men and women in the window are already searching for the secluded secrets. The valley is gradually opening up the secluded path, splitting clothes and untiing belts, and singing lychees carefully...

Yang Yi has made up his mind. Anyway, he has never met him. He is romantic and romantic. You must know that time is a pig-killing knife. Don’t wait until the black fungus is black, the banana leaves are soft, and the grapes are purple. At that time, if you want to be romantic, you can only sigh.

The handsome and handsome sang "Unlocking the belt and trembling" just now. Bao was not willing to be outdone. When Yang Yi's voice fell, he immediately rushed forward and said, "Don't be proud of this brother. I still have it. The ladies on the boat, please listen to me."

He glanced at Yang Yi with smugness and chanted with his hands behind his back:

The immortal in the Jade Emperor Hall, the little dust is recited by the light.

Don’t blame the thick aroma and greasy bones, and the Xiayi once caused the smoke from the imperial furnace.

Damn, do you have any light? Yang Yi pushed him back and smiled at the beautiful lady on the boat, "My ladies, the spring river flowers and moon floating on the water is like there is no harmony, so how can I be more romantic? Why not row the boat closer and let me get on the boat, my poetic feelings are surging, and I can't suppress it. When I get on the boat, I will recite it to you all. How about it?"

Meiru on the boat hugged and fought, and at this time they all smiled and bent the willows' slender waist. One of the tall Meiru replied, "You can recite a few more times. If it's really good, it's not too late to let you on the boat."

"Okay, we'll make up for it."

Yang Yi pushed away the sā. Bao Shizi who had been snatched up again and chanted loudly:

It is very spring in a dream, and a piece of fragrant soul is turned into a mirror.

I didn’t want to collect herbs because of the jade cave. I once promised to marry the Blue Bridge by dividing the oars.

The pear blossoms and the moon quietly pears into Qin Zuo, and the willow smoke is low on the waist of Chu.

I saw that the water near my house was close to me, so I asked you to check the Guangling tide.
Chapter completed!