Chapter 12 Big Wedding (2)

The wedding is scheduled to be on the 16th day of the first lunar month, which is the first day after the Lantern Festival. Compared with the wedding, the Spring Festival is decorated with lights and silver flowers, and the delicacies at the banquet are like flowing water, and the plates are like meteors. Visiting temple fairs and setting off firecrackers. The endless excitement is not like lively.

Although Xiaoyun and Xiaoxiang have become the serious lady of the Feng family, they will happily do it themselves when they are busy with Mrs. Feng. They have been to the ready-made clothing shop six times. Feng Shanbao sincerely reminded the two that they are already the Feng family’s ladies, and that they can no longer be as uneducated as before when speaking and doing things. Especially when buying clothes and jewelry here, they must be Ding Mao or Mao, and don’t be short of weight. The Feng family does not need to lose money on the pocket money, so don’t take the secret as before.

Xiaoyun and Xiaoxiang ran to finish the clothes shop and brought back a red silk long gown and red jacket. A hole was made on the crotch of her pants. Mrs. Feng's ears were so embarrassed that she turned red after seeing the clothes, but she kept praising Xiaoyun and Xiaoxiang for being attentive in her work, which was indeed in line with the old beauty's wishes.

The groom's clothes are easy to get along, but the bride's clothes are rare. Mrs. Feng insisted on a phoenix crown and robe. Xiaoyun and Xiaoxiang found several large jewelry shops, but they all said they were not. Mrs. Feng had to borrow the phoenix crown she wore when she got married, and hired several good jewelry craftsmen to make the same one. Zhao Ru'er was a second-class family before she got married. According to the old rules, she could not wear a phoenix crown and robe when she got married. There were two things that were not going well when she got married with the old man. This was the first one. Zhao Ru'er, who used to be the old lady of the Feng family, has now become the old lady of the Feng family. She said that she had to make up for anything she had before.

As for this second piece... Mrs. Feng stared at Xiaobafoot's crotch meaningfully, and while covering her mouth, she told her to stew more of this whip and that waist. Since the little man doesn't care about medicine, then work hard on food supplements. Xiaobafoot's energy is much more vigorous than ordinary people. After this repair, even her pants have to be broken. But Mrs. Feng smiled and asked Xiao to be patient. Even if she was unhappy and discomfort, she would just find a way to make up for it before the bridal chamber. Looking at Xiaobafoot's ugly cock, who was energetic every morning, she could also get rid of the second piece.

After Xiaoyun and Xiaoxiang bought the phoenix crown, they went to customize the croaker. They were not satisfied several times. The female tailor put her waist on her waist and said that there were no such big breasts in this world. Xiaoyun and Xiaoxiang personally took the tailor back to Feng's mansion to tailor her clothes. The female tailor had gained knowledge and praised Mrs. Feng's four-foot-two bust, which was praised by Mrs. Feng as her graceful and wealthy.

As for the rest of the things, the lanterns of the characters, red flowers and red silks, the new house, the wedding bed and wedding quilt, the fragrant flowers, dragon and phoenix candles, and the colorful glass covers. The Feng family's wealth and generosity are seen in the fine tiny areas. The power of cooking oil in the fire may be comparable to the Feng family, which is now a hundred years old.

The day was short, and the Feng Mansion was busy. In the blink of an eye, it was the sixteenth day of the first lunar month. The Feng Mansion was full of joy from top to bottom. Every guest arrived one after another. The gifts were icing on the cake, stacked in an orderly manner on the side. Some guests were just in the middle of the day. When the banquet was open, eight plates and eight bowls were set, four cool and four hot. These were Feng Shanbao's general friends, and it would be very favorable to come. The second one was Feng Shanbao's old friends and important friends in the business world. The delicacies were specially prepared according to the tastes of specific guests. Each person had a table, and the small kitchen delicacies were delicious. Feng Shanbao specially took out his treasured daughter Hong. Thinking that my mother was 46 this year, the old tree was sprouting, and the old clam had beads in her beads, and she wanted to drink this daughter Hong. Even she couldn't help but feel absurd and laughed out loud.

Walking into the three-enterprise, we are facing a small pavilion specially built. This is the place where the newlyweds celebrate the ceremony. There is only one floor of the small attic. Looking at it in the morning, there is a wedding bed with dragons and phoenixes, a table, two stools, and two red candles with fragrant flowers, dragons and phoenixes. Several Feng Shanbao's personal servants and the butler personally serve here. The secret seems to be not as simple as the wedding room.

Feng Shanbao invited the prestigious village uncle among the villagers of Weitang Village to host the wedding. The village uncle's hair and face looked like an immortal. Even in Fengtian City, which is a brilliant Feng, he rarely saw such an elder-like figure. The village uncle's face often had a smile. Although he was a former Qing juren, he spoke and did things quite like Shi Feng and was quite open-minded. When he learned that the married man was the old lady of the Feng family and the barefoot doctor, the village uncle was shocked at first and laughed and responded to the reason.

One is an old clam with pearls, and the other is a fish leaping on the dragon gate. It is a blessing, a blessing, and a small horse pulls a big cart, and there is no loss there.That's what Mum Bo said at that time.

The wedding was the same as the twilight ceremony. After the warm dusk, the sad people were at peace.The sun was falling, and the lights were on, and the fragrance of flowers covered the glass, which made the lights on Feng's house brightly illuminated. The guest host at the luncheon was full of fun. The protagonist only came to the stage before the dinner. The suona sounded and seemed to be about to make a dim sky scream. The sheng and bamboo were melodious. As the suona spoke softly, Mrs. Feng put on full makeup, not only powdered, but also some rouge, painted eyebrows and eyes, and painted thick makeup, and was extremely beautiful. She was full of majestic in her charming mèi, dignified and quiet, and her phoenix crown with pearls and jewels red like maple leaves, and embroidered phoenixes, and was shining brightly under the lights. She was a mistress's graceful and luxurious man. Her makeup and clothes were full of spirit. She didn't know that she thought it was Feng Shanbao's sister who got married.

However, compared to the nobleness of the old beauty, the male guests' eyes fell on Mrs. Feng's chest. Xiaoyun Xiaoxiang held it on both sides, holding a breast larger than a watermelon in both hands. If it was true, the two melons were too majestic. If it was false, Xiaoyun Xiaoxiang's hands were trapped in the breasts. The two breasts trembled slightly as Mrs. Feng moved. Both texture and shape were too realistic. Several male guests stared at the beautiful mature woman in the prime of spring and autumn since Mrs. Feng appeared, and they didn't know how many times she swallowed her big breasts.

The bride appeared and walked to the stage where the ancestors worshipped her ancestors and stood down. She wore barefoot barefoot and wore flowers. She was noble and had a slightly hunched back. Today, she was straight, but her feet were not wearing shoes. Something seemed to be swaying in the crotch under the long gown. If the groom's crotch was clanging outside was really a man's words, then this kid would probably be a wild donkey fairy.

The village man was dressed happily today, without crutches, wearing a black brocade robe with a base, a reddish-brown vest covering his upper body, and was secretly embroidered with a long and longevity pattern. He stood in front of the stage with a kind smile on his face, staring meaningfully at a husband who was almost the bride's grandson, and another wife who could almost be the groom's grandson.

Cun Bo seemed to live longer than most young people in troubled times. For such a wise elder, most people at that time would no longer guess his age, but instead turned their attention to the elder's family and achievements.

The youngest grandson of the village man had already started a family last year. The eldest son was an official in the National Government of Fengtian. For an elderly man, the prosperity of his children and grandchildren is undoubtedly the greatest achievement and wealth.

Mrs. Feng, congratulations, Mr. Doctor, congratulations, congratulations.The village uncle bowed deeply to the bride and groom, and the couple hurriedly returned the gift.

Mrs. Feng, I remember when you were Miss Zhao, I was also in this yard. Mr. Doctor, your master took you to my house to treat my eldest grandson before he was sick. You were still a child who had just walked... The village uncle stroked his beard and slowly touched the chair in front of the platform with one hand and wanted to sit down. The old lady Feng and his little barefoot hurried up to support him. The village uncle slowly sat down and signaled the villagers who had just stood up to sit down.

Today is a happy day. Whether it is a newcomer or everyone, relax. Getting married is nothing more than a man and a woman who legally live in a house, on the kang, and then hold a table and banquet to block everyone's mouth...

As soon as the village uncle finished speaking, the four seats laughed relaxedly. Mrs. Feng and Xiao Xiao smiled at each other barefoot, and she was so shy that she lowered her head as if she had just met.

Everyone, can the hospitality be successful?Mumbo Longsheng asked.

It's done!The four seats arrived in unison.

Then, after all, this couple will be successful. In the future, the villagers in the countryside will not be too busy talking!

Designated!The four seats laughed loudly.

That's it!

It's settled!

What are you waiting for!Hurry up and go to the church!It will be too late in a while.

The village man raised his hands solemnly and recited a solemn speech: Although the great ceremony is simple, the great etiquette will be glorious. Heaven is superior to earth is inferior, and there is a beginning and end. The sages give the law, and the principles are accomplished. It is a good idea and passed down from generation to generation!Worship the heaven and earth!

Little barefoot and Mrs. Feng bowed respectfully to the heaven and earth.

Second visit to the high hall!

The newcomer bowed deeply to the tablets on the platform.

Husband and wife worship each other!

The little husband and his tits smiled at each other and almost met their heads. The village uncle picked up the lotus bowl and threw it to the ground with a loud bang.

Quotes!Everyone, this couple will be together in the future. Let’s take care of them more!

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The official gifts are completed, and private gifts cannot be neglected. Please get started with new people!

The suona became noisy, blowing the moon, and the music was heard. The delicacies of the dinner were shuttled through the mat like water and stars. The village man asked the two boys to support him and turned left and right into the Sanjinyuan. The guests outside the courtyard were noisy and joyful. There was no need to mention it. Xiaobafoot and Mrs. Feng entered the Sanjinyuan, looking at the small attic in the courtyard from afar. The land seemed to be where the rituals were used to build the altar. Dayun Daxiang seemed to be pregnant at that time. Xiaobafoot had a premonition that the war was coming, so he looked at the nose, the nose, and the heart-to-heart. The old lady Feng next to him also breathed a long sigh, as if he was adjusting herself to the best state.

Mrs. Feng gave a deep bow to the little barefoot and said softly: Mrs., please give me more advice.

The little barefoot replied, and the waiter blew out the candlelight in the front hall, and then covered the fragrant flowers, dragon and phoenix candles placed on the red hall with glass. The lights were dim. Mrs. Feng smiled cleverly, and the little barefoot smiled. She saw that the two of them didn't take off their clothes and just sat opposite each other on the bed, smiling foolishly, as if they were as shy when they first went to the kang.

After a long time, Mrs. Feng took off her phoenix crown and gently lowered a dark cloud-like black silk. Little barefoot was also preparing to pick flowers and untied her clothes, but asked Mrs. Feng to stop her gently.

You are my husband, don't move, let me serve you.

Mrs. Feng's voice was full of shyness, and she could drip water. She didn't move barefoot, and let Mrs. Feng unbutton her jacket and help her take off her long gown bit by bit. This person is not like a couple. Looking through the gauze, she looks more like a mature and plump mother serving her youthful son.

You are so nice, baby.Little barefoot is soft.

It will be better later.Mrs. Feng glanced at her barefoot and laughed, her face turned red.

What a good way?

You will know when you come in.

Mrs. Feng smiled like a flower, and her hands were trembling when she untied her clothes. Little barefoot was impatient. Without waiting for Mrs. Feng to remove the underwear under Xiapei, she rushed onto Mrs. Feng and kissed and chewed at Mrs. Feng. Little barefoot held it all the time for the New Year without experiencing fire. In just a few seconds, she took off Mrs. Feng and only had bellybands and underpants left. Mrs. Feng was already showing her arms, but her bulging belly, which looked evenly symmetrical compared to her huge breasts that were as big as sacks.

Well... um... don't worry, little slutty, you kissed my grandmother so much that she was wearing makeup.Mrs. Feng half-joking.

It’s good to spend, it’s good to spend... My slutty girl misses me so much... The crotch of the little barefoot pants is directly open, so there is no need to take off the pants. Just thrust gently, and the thick and long donkey cock was exposed in front of Mrs. Feng.

Bah, so much face~ You are Shanbao's adopted son. You don't call me grandma before fucking me, but call me breasts... Mrs. Feng took off her underwear, and the lotus butterfly pussy couldn't stop flowing with her pregnant slut. Even the underwear was not crimson, but was called Sao Slut. Mrs. Feng said without saying anything, and her long and white arms hugged her little barefoot in her arms like a nose. The old beauty's mature pussy was pressed against the little Langjun's donkey cock. After rubbing it a few times, it turned out to make white juice, rubbing her cock smoothly.

Little slutty donkey husband, my little heart... Damn, your grandma, you're a slut... Old Mrs. Feng stared at Little barefoot, her eyes as if she was about to eat Little barefoot.

Slutty, I am your husband, your man, and you call you grandma?Little little feet reached out and pinched Mrs. Feng's face, and only put the head of her cock at the mouth of her pussy.

According to the family tree, you are a safe child, so you have to call me grandma... Mrs. Feng smiled mischievously: But if you put it on the bed, you can just call me your father. Young man, you can't live without you, a little donkey... I have no regrets about getting married, okay, my big cock grandson, big cock son, big cock husband, big cock father, big cock father, go to me...

The little barefoot's crotch sank, and the donkey's cock fucked into the lotus pussy full of petals. Perhaps it was because of the slutty feeling in pregnancy. Mrs. Feng's lotus pussy seemed tighter than usual. As soon as it was inserted, it was emotionally wrapped around the little barefoot's cock, as if it was a living thing.

Oh... Mrs. Feng narrowed her eyes intoxicatedly. Now Mrs. Feng can let her little barefoot fuck her pussy open and close. After experiencing Yinghua's fun-free big black pussy, she still felt that Mrs. Feng's lotus pussy was comfortable. Regardless of Mrs. Feng's pregnancy, she immediately let go of her hips and fucked her like rice cakes, making the embroidered bed creaking.

Alas...ah...ah...ah...my little guy...my big cock live donkey husband, you are so happy...oh, oh, you can fuck...your mother's mountain donkey pussy is for the big cock live donkey dad's cock, so fuck me, this old slut who wants to pussy to death...oh, oh, you're so fucking...

It seemed that he had sex with the little barefoot flesh without any scruples. It seemed that he had suddenly quenched his thirst during pregnancy. Mrs. Feng's moan became more shameless. Even ordinary bitches were not as unrestrained as such. Mrs. Feng's father exchanged his son with his son, and from time to time he grabbed the boy's hard butt like a hand-rolled dough and rubbed it back and forth. The little barefoot went crazy and pulled off his bellyband. The jade melon-like breasts popped out, without restraint, and were four feet and five or six feet in size. The little barefoot plunged into Mrs. Feng's breasts.He skillfully held his two nipples and sucked it gently. The thick milk as soup shot out. As Mrs. Feng trembled, he stabbed into the throat of the little barefoot. The little barefoot held Mrs. Feng's breasts with both hands, and kept squeezing Mrs. Feng's milk like milk, which made Mrs. Feng roll his eyes so much that he felt so happy. Her long legs like jade pillars kept kicking and kicking around. There was a squirting symphony of broken porcelain. Little barefoot turned around and saw the flower pot placed beside the embroidered bed being kicked away by Mrs. Feng and smashed it to pieces.

Damn, slut... I don't fuck you so much that my soul flew out... Little barefoot was so excited by Mrs. Feng that her blue veins bulged up. She stood up and knelt on the bed. Her two strong arms were suddenly pressed, and she raised Mrs. Feng's white legs against her shoulders like an ant lifting a fat insect. The old man pushed the cart and turned his power. Her barefoot blew into power, making the butt sound like a rice cake. The old lady Feng was pushed to the head of the bed, and she clasped the railings on the bed as if she was holding a life-saving straw.

Stick, filial son comes out under the stick... It's so powerful... It's so powerful... Old Mrs. Feng rolled her eyes, and even her tongue was spit out slightly. As the swaying of her calf, she swayed back and forth, Old Mrs. Feng's two big white feet were long and thick, and she grabbed ten pearl-like toes like small insects. The little barefoot was lustful, and she grabbed one big white feet and started to whine violently.

Oh...oh...he fucked the cock, here it's... Old Mrs. Feng couldn't resist the stimulation and trembled all over, even the embroidered bed shaking with the ground. Little barefoot felt a sharp grip on her cock, and a large amount of lewd juice rushed to the head of her cock like a flood.

Ha...huh... Mrs. Feng's body relaxed, and even the bed made a long creaking sound as if she was relieved.

Good husband... I'm here... Mrs. Feng smiled sweetly, with heavy makeup, white and pink skin, and gorgeous clothes piled up on the side. At first glance, she thought that a villain broke into the palace and pressed the emperor's mother on the embroidery couch and fucked her.

Breasts... you are really good... Little little bent down barefoot and kissed Mrs. Feng's half-flowered red lips for a while. Then he wanted to reorganize his horse and drive straight in, kill Mrs. Feng, throw away his armor, and have a lot of orgasm. He was about to lift his crotch and fuck him again, but his butt was pressed tightly.

Oh...Mr. Feng said softly, and hugged his little barefoot tightly like a quilt.

What's wrong?Little barefoot was confused.

Child... Mrs. Feng whispered.

What's wrong with the child?Little barefoot hurriedly got up and reached into Mrs. Feng's crotch to check. Fortunately, it was just a little red and swollen and there was no bleeding. Little barefoot felt relieved, but it was also slightly softened.

The child is fine...but, oh... Mrs. Feng struggled to get up and gently pounded her waist: Little kiss, after my body is pregnant, it seems a little bad...

Oh... Little Barefoot was a little disappointed, but looking at her pretty face, she smiled with spring on her face, Little Barefoot still tried hard to make a smile.

No... It's okay, aren't you always talking about it? Are you regretting it... My uncle, how can you entertain this?Little little feet pulled the embroidered quilt and gently covered Mrs. Feng's fine powdered meat.

Well, the old entertainment is coming~ Mrs. Feng hummed cutely: Xiao Langjun, I am very entertained every day I am with you. As long as you are by your side, it doesn’t matter whether you get married or not.

Mrs. Feng stretched out her big hand, grabbed her little barefoot and wrapped it in the quilt.

Kiss, I'll discuss something with you... Mrs. Feng lies for a long time and suddenly speaks.

What's wrong?

That girl Yuqiao... Mrs. Feng hesitated for a while and said: Do you like her?

oh?Why do you ask this? Are we a couple?Little little feet lay on Mrs. Feng, half of her body seemed to be as big as Mrs. Feng's breasts.

Don’t talk about that, I ask you, do you like her?Mrs. Feng's face was unexpectedly calm, she was not jealous, nor was she joking. She was stunned for a while and said slowly:

This... I got married to you, and she should be her granddaughter...

Hiss... Old Mrs. Feng smiled and patted her barefoot's butt gently: Serious.

If she was serious, she would have changed to be my god girl. If she had a relative relationship, she would have been lively and cheerful, and she should have been stable at that time. I really like her.

Little little feet said, and couldn't help but remember the clothes he had taken apart when he first met Yu Qiao, and the two heavy and soft breasts as heavy as little cantaloupe. As a girl, her breasts were indeed a bit grand, which was something she had never expected. The lively and youthful girl would have such a developed genitals.

Tsk...you know what I mean... Old Mrs. Feng reached out to take a photo of the little barefoot guy and gently pinched it, laughing meaningfully. Do you...want you fucking girl to sleep with you?

I...I'm afraid you're jealous... Little little scratched his head barefoot and smiled embarrassedly: Besides, grandma asked me to fuck me. If my granddaughter takes it down again, it's a bit unrighteous...

Tsk, you always think about what I do.Mrs. Feng seemed a little unhappy, but she hugged her barefoot tighter like a white python: I thought about it, I thought that this was the case in my life. Fortunately, I met you, which not only made my Feng family prosperous, but also gave me the happiness of being a woman. To be honest, little husband, I really love you. I wish I could be twenty years younger and be your mother again, and let your good things be for me for another twenty or thirty years, but...oh, I can't accept my old age... Even if I am pregnant, I can give you a few more children. Even if I get married to you, how long can I stay with you...

The more Mrs. Feng said, the more sad she felt, and she wiped her tears for no reason. In fact, according to Mrs. Feng’s age of 45 or 6, there is no need to be so pessimistic. However, life is short, and in troubled times, even if it is a wealthy family, they have to think about the past and the future. Over time, they will be sad.

Don’t say this, my mother, today is a happy day for us, why are we crying?Little barefoot comforted him.

Alas... you said, why did you fall in love with me at the beginning... Even if you like Shanbao's eldest wife and Yu Qiao's biological mother, you can spend more than ten years with you... You are a strange child and don't care about young women, but it makes me excited, a slut who is so ugly. If you don't want you in the future, how can I live...

The old lady Feng became more and more sad as she spoke, and she began to sob.

It’s okay, baby, don’t worry, the child is born, I also recognize it. No matter how much our children are, they are all my seeds. If the Feng family can’t tolerate me, at the worst, I can go to be a barefoot doctor.Little barefoot wiped the tears of Mrs. Feng and smiled easily.

You fool, I gave myself to you, even my granddaughter, I am happy to give it to you. Don’t be stinky. If Yuqiao didn’t like you, I wouldn’t let you go. Listen to me, you are the soft flesh on my heart, I love you the most, and I have to think about you everywhere. Yuqiao is my granddaughter, I love her, you two are all together, it’s great. If you marry me, I will have no regrets. In the future, you must treat her well. I have talked to her. If you feel it is right, just sleep with her.

Mrs. Feng hugged her little barefoot and said emotionally: Husband, if you have a little one, don’t forget me, the eldest lady...

But...I still... Before the little barefoot finished speaking, she asked Mrs. Feng to kiss her: Kiss, that's it. When I have a baby, you and Yu Qiao will be together. She really likes you, don't let her down.

Little barefoot hesitated for a long time and nodded slowly: Having said that, I have to be worthy of you, don’t worry, you are my first woman, and I will also keep you in my heart for the rest of my life.

Well, kiss, I love you... Old Mrs. Feng hugged her little barefoot and gently kissed her barefoot's ear.