Chapter 23: A dream

Nanbaicheng is a smart person who knows what to do next.
He weighs and weighs and knows the people.
The emperor chose him to bet on his good intentions.
It was just that Chu Kun was very upset. He stared at Mei Qiandeng and Song Ge Lao: "Did you know?" He still didn't know Song Ge Lao's hidden identity, thinking that the emperor had colluded with them in advance.
Mei Qiandeng said nothing.
Song Ge is old and leisurely drinking tea.
"Xiao Long, Nan Baicheng was persecuted by the children of Beijing's powerful people when he was young. He was unwilling to give up his career. Why do you say he insisted on being an official?"
Ge Lao, don't worry!
The protest by Chu Zheng was invalid, and he honestly answered the question of the Master: "At first, Nanbaicheng entered the government, but he didn't want to fly to Huang Tengda, but only for the benefit of the people. Later, he did the same. Private salt is not the other. Because private salt is an official business, he steals the money of the official family, which does not harm the people, and spends the smuggled money on the common people. The people behind him probably use him as well. at this point."
Song Ge nodded. This stupid boy is very transparent in his serious business, and he always looks like a pair of two hundred Meiqian with a pair of Mei Qiandeng.
"There is nothing perfect in the world, and no one is perfect in the world. If you are an emperor, what should you do with Nanbaicheng?"
It is true that Nanbaicheng committed crimes, and its crimes are jealous. It is also true to love the people as a child. It is a pity to kill them.
Chu Yan is not entangled: "A man is noble and inferior, and he has no life. If he can enter Beijing, he will die or live, I let him choose."
After listening to his words, Mei Qiandeng raised his eyes, and Chu Yan responded quickly, staring at her fiercely.
What to see. Song Ge is not right. Why is there no perfect person in this world, this perfect person is the Prince! Humph.
The Anxi County case came to an end, and Song Gelai announced that he would return to Beijing the next day.
Chu Yan was very happy, and finally he could end this period of hard work. Since he left the palace, he didn't dare to take a mirror, but it was really too horrible to look at him. So that evening, he applied with Song Ge Lao and ordered an extra pot of wine. Who told him to go out without money, and rich people talked.
Song Ge always called him a pot of Erguotou.
"Come! Do it!"
Chu Yan poured a full glass, the wine was overflowing.
No one hit him.
Mei Qiandeng was drunk once in the palace. She didn't dare to drink tonight. Song Ge Lao was facing a little boy with Chu Mao, and he really couldn't bear the interest in drinking. Chu Yan was cold and awkward, but he was an idol of strength. He instantly changed direction and pointed his glass to the bright moon outside the window.
"Toast to invite Mingyue, to hang the Southeast Branch!"
Mei Qiandeng: "..."
Song Ge Lao: My husband doesn't seem to have taught you to read poetry like this.
Drinking Qingjiu's white wine, I was so happy that Chu Yi was not in the palace, so I could bear it. After drinking a pot alone, when the wine strength finally came up, the whole person collapsed into mud, and still held Mei Qiandeng's arm blindly and forced: "Mei Qiandeng, you reckless husband! Daring slave!
Mei Qiandeng thought he was quite wrong.
"Small lamp, the old man went back to the room to sleep, and the goods will be handed to you." After all, Song Ge got up and blinked at Mei Qiandeng.
Mei Qian's face was expressionless, but in his heart, Han Han, Song Gelao, your eyes are dry? What blink eyes. She lowered her head to look at Chu Yan again, pulled out her arm, and lifted Chu Yue back to the bed with a simple mention. Chu Yan whimpered, and scolded a vague word. When he hit the pillow, he found a comfortable place to lie down, smash it, slap his mouth, and sleep a little after a while.
Mei Qiandeng stared at Chu Chu for a while, and the only bed in this room. On this trip, she only slept for one night. The bed was too small and the two people were slightly crowded. She didn't sleep well. It's always more comfortable than a bench. Mei Qiandeng licked her lips, and Chu Qi returned to her heart like an arrow. In fact, Mei Qiandeng also looked forward to going back soon. She could sleep well without having to guard the prince who was not bound by the power of chickens.
Hey, forget it.
She thought of it, if Chu Yu found her sneaking in bed and jumped on her feet, wouldn't she offend the prince and worry her father. Mei Qian gave up, covered the quilt for Chu Yi, and continued to sleep on the bench. So far, Mei Qiandeng feels that she has never offended the prince, and has always adhered to her promise to her father.
Tonight, His Royal Highness, who was drunk, had a dream.
In the dream, he returned to the beauty room, still in that luxurious room, with various instruments and decorations on the outside. He slowly walked in and raised the bead curtain. There was no one on the bed in the middle, and the wall was hanging. In a few spring paintings, the faces of the people in the paintings can't be seen clearly, but the postures are very challenging.
He blushed and looked inside. There were rows of shelves on the wall with strange things like small leather whip, big red, chili oil on top. He blushed, felt hot, and had a sore throat. No no no! He covered his face and tried to run away, but he saw the beauty on the innermost bed on the wall, and he lay down in silence.
This man struck a black gauze, lining the skin to win the snow, and the bullets could be broken, and nothing was worn under the gauze. Chu Yi first saw her legs, evenly white and slender, and then looked up, The abyss between the legs that made the man guilty is looming, then there is the big buttocks, the waist is huge, the ... At last he saw the woman's face.
Chu Yan's legs were frightened, wasn't it teasing me, why did this woman have a face of Mei Qiandeng! He also combed Feitianyu, exposing a fair and delicate neck. The smile is charming, just like the beauties who constantly attract customers in front of the beauty village.
"Mei Qiandeng" beckoned towards Chu Yan.
Chu Yan swallowed, and he felt thirsty. He repelled and resisted inside, but the feet in the dream didn't seem to be his own feet, step by step, involuntarily approached "Mei Qiandeng". He stared at the man's face, as beautiful as a fairy in the picture, and as if it were a magic girl, which made people fascinated. The "Mei Qiandeng" smiled and held Chu Yi's hand with a smile, and the strength of his hand made him lean over, and then pecked his lips lightly when he was unguarded.
Soft and sweet.
All the power of flood in Chu Yu's body went mad and rushed to his lower body. In his sleep, he covered his crotch. Although the "Mei Qiandeng" in the dream is no longer a man, the strength is still great. With only a slight pull, Chu Yu turned around and was pressed by "Mei Qiandeng" ...
"Oh ... uh ... oh oh ..." Chu Yan said in a dream.
This mature dream, which represented a teenager, came too suddenly, and Chu Ye didn't take any precautions. He tried to stay awake in half a push, and finally he woke up. The whole man was aggressive for a moment. He opened his eyes and looked at the gauze tent on the top of the bed, trying to find the true feeling of his body.
What about his hands?
Fuck, how to put it on the crotch.
And why is there something hot and hot in your hand? !!
He had a terrible instinct, and he trembled back and forth.
Uh ~
He wanted to shrink his hands, but was reluctant to let this wonderful feeling disappear, at the time of shame.
The light in the room turned on.
Mei Qiandeng's head was shaking in the air from Chu Yu's sight. She was in a wave of excitement: "Are you okay?" Why did she make some strange sounds? Mei Qiandeng worried that he was poisoned or uncomfortable.
Chu Yan blushed and had a thick neck instantly, but the body below the neck was stiff like a corpse. He was like a paralyzed patient, irritable and barking: "It's okay! Go away! Don't come over!"
"..."
How can I provoke the Prince?
Mei Qian's lamp was confused and depressed, so he went back and turned off the lamp.
Chu Yong breathed a sigh of relief. He never took one of his hands out of his pants. At this time, he was totally out of his control. His life jumped, and then Chu Yong felt wet.
Huh! !! !! !!