Seeing the wine jug fly over, Yelu Yan's eyes widened. She had never seen such exquisite and magical martial arts before. No wonder she had been secretly asking for information about her fiancé. Other than the Golden Snake King and the Qi King, everyone secretly called him the Banished Immortal.
Thinking about how he could summon thunder and lightning and how he could climb up to the heavens to pray for rain, the young girl's worship of him had reached its peak. Now that she saw this scene, she was both shocked and proud. She thought that her husband really was the most powerful man in the world. The women of the grasslands worshipped the strong, and Yelu Yan was no exception.
At this time, Song Qingshu had already poured the wine and handed one cup to her: "Come, let's drink cross-cup wine."
Yelu Yan looked hesitant: "Brother Song, you have already drunk so much, if you drink more …"
"Sister Yan 'er knows how to care for me," Song Qingshu said jokingly. "Don't worry, this little wine is no problem. Even if you really get drunk, you can't save on the cross-cup wine."
"Yes ~" Yelu Yan blushed. Before today, the two of them could be said to be strangers, and they had not exchanged more than ten words. She did not expect that this man would become her husband.
After this small interlude, the two of them became much more familiar with each other. In fact, this was also on Song Qingshu's purpose. As a man, he naturally did not mind having a relationship with a beautiful young girl, but she was a woman, and a young one at that. Her heart was probably filled with fear and anxiety for the future.
The two of them crossed hands and their bodies were closer than they had ever been. After drinking the cross-cup wine, Song Qingshu sniffed and said with a smile: "Sister Yan 'er's body smells so good, unlike me who stinks of alcohol."
"This is the powder that Sister Ah-Jiu chose for me," Yelu Yan said with a red face. "Brother Song, you don't stink."
Looking at her timid appearance, Song QingShu laughed out loud. "You don't have to worry about anything. I can't stand the smell of alcohol on me anymore. How about this, I'll go take a bath first, then I'll come back to find you."
"Don't ~" Yelu Yan grabbed him by the lapel. Her face looked especially beautiful under the light of the phoenix coronet. "Don't go …" She hesitated for a moment, then added, "We people on the prairie all love to drink. For us, the smell of alcohol is not only not bad, but it also represents manliness. I … I like the smell of Big Brother Song right now."
Although Song Qingshu had used his zhenqi to dissolve most of the alcohol, he had drunk too much tonight and was now a little tipsy. The girl's soft and tender words were more potent than the strongest aphrodisiac in the world, causing his body to heat up instantly.
"Since that's the case, then I won't leave." Song QingShu sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his new wife. In terms of appearance, she was not the best among the women he knew, but her greatest advantage was her slender and tall figure, as well as the heroic spirit that was mixed with a sense of childishness between her brows.
He suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but ask: "Sister Yan 'er, how old are you this year?"
Yelu Yan's face blushed slightly, as if embarrassed to say it out loud. After hesitating for a moment, she moved closer to his ear and whispered a number.
When Song Qingshu heard this, his heart skipped a beat. "So young? I couldn't tell at all. "
"I'm not young. Many of the sisters in my tribe who grew up with me have already married and given birth to many children," Yelu Yan explained a little nervously. "I was just a little taller than them when I was young. Big Brother Song, you won't dislike me, right? I heard that you Han people like petite and exquisite women …"
"I can't wait to be happy. Why would I dislike you?" Song Qingshu laughed involuntarily. Using the excuse of being drunk, he said, "In my previous life, Zhang Zilin was the object of countless men's fantasies. I didn't expect to have such good luck. In this world, I can actually get a pure and young version of Zhang Zilin."
Yelu Yan was confused. "Big Brother Song, who is Zhang Zilin?"
"Miss World from my hometown. A woman who is as tall and has peerlessly long legs like you." Song Qingshu laughed and pulled her into his arms. He moved closer to her ear and kissed her. "Tonight, don't mention other people …"
Yelu Yan was originally curious about what Miss World was, but being held in his arms and enveloped in the man's masculine aura, her body had long since softened. How could she have the mood to think about other things?
Although she grew up on the grasslands and was usually quite courageous, in the arms of this man whose name shook the world, her usual boldness disappeared without a trace. She became even more ladylike than a lady, especially when he began to take off her clothes. Her heart trembled violently, and she was even more bashful than those young ladies of noble families.
The red wedding dress slowly slid down, accentuating the whiteness and tenderness of her skin. Song Qingshu swallowed. Looking at the slender, well-proportioned, and somewhat tender body in front of him, he could not take his eyes off her.
Whether it was towards Zeng Rou or Yelu Yan, Song Qingshu knew very well that there was no unforgettable love between them, especially Yelu Yan. He had only met her a few times and was not even close to her as he was with Zeng Rou. However, this did not prevent him from admiring her beauty.
He was a man. Although love was limited, a man's nature made him have unlimited possessiveness. Looking at the tall, slender, and long legs in front of him, Song Qingshu did not have the mood to think about anything else. He just wanted to enjoy and dote on this new little wife of his and slowly spend this wedding night with her.
The bright wedding dress was scattered on the ground, and the curtain on the bed was slowly lowered. The wooden bed could only be seen trembling, and from time to time, the tender moans of the bride could be heard from inside. Only the burning red candle silently witnessed all of this …
The next day, Song Qingshu walked out of the bridal chamber feeling refreshed. Before he left, he specifically ordered the maids not to disturb Yelu Yan and let her have a good rest.
Then, he went directly to Yelu Chucai and Yelu Qi's residence. Because Yelu Chucai was old and drank a lot yesterday, he woke up a little late, so Yelu Qi received him first.
"Qingshu, you're up so early? Did you sleep well last night? " As soon as he finished speaking, Yelu Qi wanted to slap himself. If it was any other day, it would be fine, but last night was the wedding night of the other party and his sister. What kind of brother would ask this?
Song Qingshu paused and answered subconsciously, "I slept very well. Your sister is very good, and she is very good at serving people." Not only was she not good, she made him very satisfied. That tall and slender body was really a man's gift in bed, and it was a perfect example of what it meant to have fun with legs. Yelu Yan was, after all, a young girl, and her tender body could not bear it. Song Qingshu was also worried that he would hurt her, so he did not force it. However, her amazingly long legs were enough for him to spend the rest of the night delightfully — of course, this was not something he could discuss with Yelu Qi.
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