Happy Marriage

An Sheng was sitting at the table, Yu Jingyun put the wine jar in his hand on the table, then sat opposite her, and said coldly to the palace servant: "Go out!"

In this mouth, the strong smell of alcohol is pungent.

The palace servant had long been frightened by the aura of his body, and immediately went out in a hurry, and even brought the door behind him.

Only he and An Sheng were left in the room, and there was silence for a while.

Yu Jingyun picked up two teacups from the table, and raised the wine jar to pour wine.

An Sheng raised his hand and covered the teacup: "Drink less wine."

Yu Jingyun domineeringly snatched the teacup from her hands and filled both cups: "Drink with me."

"This is the palace." An Sheng reminded: "You should be more restrained, right?"

Yu Jingyun didn't lift his head, a strand of ink fell from his forehead, covering his eyes: "I only know that you are here."

As soon as he raised his hand, he drank the wine in the glass, and the spicy smell of alcohol wafted on An Sheng's nose.

"Yu Shizi," An Sheng said bitterly, "what's the trouble with you?"

"I deserve it." Yu Jingyun slightly raised the corners of his lips: "I want to, but you don't care."

An Sheng didn't know how to persuade him.

"My sister said that you would rather kiss Xiliang than marry me. In your heart, am I not as good as the second prince of Xiliang?"

Yu Jingyun drank the glass of wine again, and the veins in his hand holding the teacup were sprouting, obviously trying to hold back something.

An Sheng shook his head gently: "It's not what I want to be with Xi Liang, it's just a last resort. But what I don't want more is to hurt you."

Yu Jingyun smiled bitterly: "Is this what you said in your heart?"

An Sheng nodded honestly: "I will never forget your kindness to me, it is what I owe you."

Yu Jingyun raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass again.

"What I want is your whole life. Don't tell me what to do in your next life. I don't care."

An Sheng sighed softly and stood up: "If you want my life, you can take it, but this heart of mine is involuntarily and belongs to others. There are thousands of women in this world. Wanwan, why do you have to be so stubborn?"

"That's because there are thousands of women in this world, and Xia Ansheng is only you!" Yu Jingyun raised his eyes and looked at her: "As long as I want what Yu Jingyun wants, don't even try to run away!"

His eyes were a little red and bloodshot. Speaking seriously, An Sheng felt a little panic for no reason.

She remembered what Concubine Concubine said just now: "Jingyun has a devil in his heart, a scumbag that no one can tame."

At this time, Yu Jingyun was like a devil, staring at her with scarlet eyes, as if he was looking at the prey he could easily grab, and he would rush to bite at any time.

An Sheng couldn't help but take a step back.

"I'm going to leave Chang'an in two days and go to Xiliang. Shizi Yu, I hope that when I think of you again in the future, you will still be the one who is upright and bright, full of pride and high spirits."

Yu Jingyun directly picked up the wine jar with one hand and took a few sips. The spicy wine dripped down the corners of his lips and Adam's apple, wetting the front of his shirt.

"I would rather marry Xiliang than marry me Yu Jingyun! Xia Ansheng, this is the answer you gave me? Tell me why? You are because of Leng Nanxian, right? You are helpless, and choosing to marry me, Yu Jingyun, is a betrayal of his Leng Nanxian, isn't it?"

Yu Jingyun stood up and pressed towards her step by step, with red-hot flames burning in his eyes.

"You keep saying that you don't want to hurt me, but do you know that you have hurt me, and you have stabbed a knife into my heart?"

His expression is very frightening, too serious, too stubborn, it becomes extreme.

An Sheng staggered back until he had nowhere to go.

She didn't know how to answer Yu Jingyun's question. She was running out of words for everything she should say. And he is so excited now that An Sheng is really afraid that if he is not careful and what he says is inappropriate, it will ignite his anger.

He was drunk, and even lost his mind, and he might crush himself with that big palm without hesitation.

An Sheng's face turned pale with fright, he shook his head, and there was a slight trembling in his voice.

"Sorry, I"

She was so flustered that she was at a loss, especially her pair of pitiful eyes, which reflected the brilliance of the candlelight, jumped in panic, and had never been pitiful before.

"I don't need to be sorry, Xia Ansheng, I just want you to tell me what I'm doing wrong? Should I be better than Leng Nanxian's treatment of you, or is it better for him to please you?"

An Sheng bit his lower lip tightly, leaned his back against the wall behind him, and forced himself to calm down and not be afraid.

"You are good everywhere, but I, Xia Ansheng, are not good enough."

Yu Jingyun bullied him up, supported the wall with his hands, and wrapped her into his arms.

An Sheng was surrounded by a strong smell of alcohol, felt a burst of suffocation, shrank into a small ball, and stretched out his hand to resist his aggressive chest.

And her resistance undoubtedly angered Yu Jingyun, his other big solid and powerful hand grabbed An Sheng's face, and then pressed his hot lips down.

"Metaphor"

Before An Sheng could exclaim, his mouth was sealed.

The hot lips tightly wrapped her lips and began to invade wildly and greedily. And Yu Jingyun's mouth was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol instantly lingering on her lips, with a warm taste.

An Sheng's eyes widened in panic, he raised his hand and pushed him away, but Yu Jingyun held him even tighter. His arms were like cast iron, and he wished he could embed her in his chest, and his people pressed all over him, suffocating An Sheng in his arms.

An Sheng struggled in horror, Yu Jingyun punished him like a punishment, the closer he got, not only his lips, but even his teeth were exerting force, swallowing, biting, like a hungry wolf on the grasslands that had been thirsty all winter.

An Sheng's resistance aroused the killing spirit in his body, he began to ignore it, and instantly lost his sanity. It was like, on the battlefield surrounded by thousands of enemies, and An Sheng, the city he wanted to conquer, he became impatient and moved forward bravely.

With the stimulation of the wine, he seemed to hear the trumpet of the expedition, threw the bowl of practicing wine, and his whole body was full of blood, which filled his chest with the pride that could sweep away thousands of troops like a blanket, and his hands were desperately tearing at An Sheng's. Clothes, with anxiety.

An Sheng thumped Yu Jingyun's shoulder weakly, but for Yu Jingyun, it might just be the temptation of gentle wind and drizzle.

An Sheng wanted to shout loudly, but opened his mouth, but was taken advantage of it.

The lips and tongues are raging, and the city is full of smoke and sand.

When An Sheng was ashamed and angry, he bit down fiercely, and instantly, a **** smell filled his mouth.

Yu Jingyun was suddenly in pain, and his movements were stagnant, but it seemed to stimulate him even more, and he bit down, An Sheng immediately felt a piercing pain in his lower lip.

Only then did Yu Jingyun let go of her reluctantly, and then smiled wickedly: "This way, it's even, when Leng Nanxian sees the wounds on your mouth and mine, I don't know how he will feel? Will he misunderstand you? Is she a flirtatious woman? Will she still treasure you like a princess?"

An Sheng was angry and frightened at the same time, her whole body was shaking, her bare shoulders, with her sobbing, her collarbone was exquisite and her chest was heaving.

"Yu Jingyun, you bastard!"

She was almost hysterical.

"I'm an asshole!"

Yu Jingyun hooked his lips and smiled: "Xia Ansheng, whether you like me as a **** or not, you can only be mine, even if I ruin his Leng Nanxian!"

"No!" An Sheng asked sharply, blood on the corners of his lips, "How can you do this?"

Yu Jingyun's eyes narrowed, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and Xia Ansheng in front of him was an unspeakable temptation for him.

He directly answered An Sheng's words with actions.

He leaned down, pressed his **** lips directly on An Sheng's collarbone, and patrolled anxiously.

"Get up!" An Sheng cried hoarsely, but he couldn't break free from Yu Jingyun's restraint at all: "I hate you! Yu Jingyun!"

Yu Jingyun's movements froze slowly, and finally stopped in front of An Sheng's excitedly rising and falling chest.

An Sheng's breathing was heavy and angry.

He asked in a low voice, "You hate me?"

An Sheng accumulated all the energy in his body, and pushed Yu Jingyun away, tears streaming down his face.

"From today, Shizi Yu, even if I owe you the kindness, there is only the kindness left. The friendship between you and me is completely cut off and has nothing to do with each other!"

Yu Jingyun stood there in a daze, motionless, and could not even hear the sound of breathing, like a sculpture.

The candlelight in the room jumped, causing his shadow to shorten and grow on the ground, as if struggling in pain.

"Get out! This is the palace. If you don't want to go out, I'll call someone!"

An Sheng said sharply.

Yu Jingyun staggered back two steps, stunned in place, and said nothing.

"Miss Ansheng, are you asleep?"

Someone outside the door asked softly, cautiously.

An Sheng sounded familiar, but for a while, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't remember who it was.

With a "pop", Yu Jingyun picked up the wine glass in his hand and threw it violently, breaking it at the door.

The crony twitched, and the door returned to silence.

Yu Jingyun gave a wry smile and pointed to the location of his heart: "This knife hurts enough!"

After saying that, he turned around slowly, moved out step by step, opened the door, and gradually disappeared into the night.

An Sheng slowly sat on the ground along the wall, curled up, feeling uncomfortable.

She didn't understand why Yu Jingyun was so persistent. This stubbornness had overwhelmed her and hurt her.

Yu Jingyun really had nothing to say to her, so An Sheng really didn't hope that one day he would turn against each other.

Moreover, his face was hurt, like a trapped beast, and the shadow of his sad departure made her also feel sad.

She buried her face in her arms, sobbing, aggrieved, frightened and helpless.