In the blink of an eye, the whole pot of wine was finished. Princess Minghua shook the pot, laughed at herself, put it down, stood up, staggered towards the bed, and finally fell headfirst onto the bed. The princess wore a bright red dragon and phoenix wedding quilt and a bright red wedding dress. Her skin was as white as snow, and her long black hair spread out like algae, making her look like a drunken fairy in the Jade Pool.
The prince consort came and saw the petite princess whom he deeply loved lying on the bed. He couldn't help but smile. However, when he got closer and found some tears on the princess's rosy face, the smile on his face slowly froze and complex emotions welled up in his eyes, surging like waves.
"Minghua."
After looking for a long time, the prince consort slowly sat down, leaned over and called softly.
Princess Minghua opened her eyes, her dazed gaze first fell on the man's bright red wedding gown, she turned her head slightly, looked up lazily and blankly, and what caught her eye was her beloved tutor. His long eyebrows were straight, his face was calm, and his dark eyes, as unfathomable as a deep pool, stared at her steadily, wanting to speak but not being able to.
"Master?" Princess Minghua's brows lit up and she sat up happily, "Why are you here?" She had no idea that this was just an illusion.
The Grand Tutor smiled, which was rare, with gentle eyes: "You and I are already married, have you forgotten, Princess?"
Princess Minghua blinked her eyes, thought blankly, then suddenly smiled and lowered her head shyly. Yes, she married the tutor.
After a brief moment of shyness, Princess Minghua happily threw herself into the man's arms, hugged him tightly, and said childishly and coquettishly: "I know you always have me in your heart." After that, she raised her head and greedily looked at the man above her head.
The beauty was as gorgeous as a flower. The tutor gently touched her long black hair, then suddenly fell down while holding Princess Minghua, with half of his body pressing down on her.
So heavy...
Mingwei complained with her eyes closed. Before this year, she had never expected that the first time she was dominated by a man would be like this.
The light in the tent was very dim, because the camera could not capture Mingwei, so Mingwei could rest, but Mu Tingzhou had to perform a short segment. Noticing Mingwei's tightly furrowed brows, Mu Tingzhou tried his best to support the bed with his left elbow, then slowly raised his legs and let his feet leave the ground. As a serious drama, the bridal chamber scene ended here. Mu Tingzhou did not need to do any other movements, but he was motionless, and he still felt Mingwei's softness through the place where their bodies were touching.
The arms, legs and chest are soft. The woman looks slender and thin, but when you hug her, she feels round and comfortable, making you want to pinch her.
"good!"
His thoughts were interrupted, and Mu Tingzhou immediately let go of Mingwei and left.
Ming Wei heaved a long sigh of relief and sat up on the bed. She saw that Mu Tingzhou had already walked to the center of the room. Director Zhang smiled and nodded at her: "The filming is good. That's all for tonight. Let's pack up and go back to the hotel to rest!"
Ming Wei completely relaxed and followed her assistant to remove her makeup. She was so tired that she didn't want to pay attention to anyone.
The more tired you are, the better you sleep. Mingwei slept like a pig that night. In the top floor suite, Mu Tingzhou also fell asleep smoothly, but he had a dream. In the dream, he was the Taifu, the Taifu in the wedding night. At first, it seemed like he was still acting. He led the sick Jin'er into the bridal chamber, but at this point, the plot suddenly changed. The veil was lifted, and the bride turned out to be Princess Minghua.
"I know you have me in your heart."
Princess Minghua threw herself into his arms passionately, spoke to him with a smile, and then they both fell on the bed.
A woman with a soft body, repetitive and regular movements...
Mu Tingzhou woke up suddenly. In the empty luxury suite, he was the only one breathing rapidly.
About a minute later, Mu Tingzhou rubbed his forehead, turned on the light, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and changed into a pair of boxer briefs.
At five o'clock the next morning, Mu Tingzhou woke up on time, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and waited for Xiao Zhao to come over. The two went downstairs for breakfast. At this time, most of the guests were sleeping. The elevator went down all the way, and when it was about to reach the third floor, the speed slowed down.
Xiao Zhao pushed his glasses up and guessed with interest: "Could it be Miss Ming?"
Mu Tingzhou tilted his head to the left, and when the elevator door opened, he glanced casually.
"Hi~" Mingwei was about to yawn, but when she recognized the two people inside, she quickly replaced it with a bright smile.
Xiao Zhao smiled: "Morning."
Ming Wei subconsciously looked at Mu Tingzhou.
Mu Tingzhou pursed his lips, glanced at her face, and immediately looked away, as if looking at her for one more second would be a waste of time.
Mingwei was used to it and just kept talking to Xiao Zhao.
Mu Tingzhou didn't look at her, but he heard her voice, which was clear and soft. But the same voice, when it entered his mind, turned into another sentence in the dream: "Mu Tingzhou, this is a filming, don't do this..."
Recalling that absurd dream, Mu Tingzhou's whole body stiffened. He had played villains before, but had never filmed a scene of forcing a woman. Why did he inexplicably have such a dream
It's a mess and doesn't fit his character at all.
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There are more scenes before Princess Minghua gets married, and the scenes in the middle are lighter. In late June, Mingwei took advantage of three days of free time and returned to Sucheng.
Mingqiang came to the high-speed railway station to pick up his eldest daughter. He was a man in his late 50s, but he was in very good shape. He was tall and strong, and his two exposed arms were strong and powerful. He had a crew cut, a thick, dazzling gold necklace around his neck, and a gold watch on his wrist. He exuded the aura of a "local" rich man.
"Dad!" Dad stood out from the crowd, looking down at his phone. Mingwei deliberately made a circle around him, then patted Dad's shoulder hard from behind.
Hearing his daughter's voice, Mingqiang first grinned, but when he turned around and saw Mingwei, who had lost weight, Mingqiang's face immediately darkened. He did not reply to his wife's message, and stared at Mingwei with a pair of tiger eyes and scolded her: "What's the point of being a crappy translator? You work so hard and your monthly salary is not as much as the pocket money I give you! Go home, don't do anything, and gain some weight as soon as possible."
"The Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty" has not yet been widely promoted, and not many people know the specific information of the female lead. Ming Wei did not tell her family, and planned to give her family a surprise when the official promotion or the TV series was broadcast. Of course, Ming Qiang misunderstood that his daughter was too tired and thin because of the hard work of translation.
"The work is not tiring. I lost weight on purpose." Mingwei smiled and took her father's arm, asking about the situation at home.
Mingqiang was not fooled and kept questioning his daughter about her life in the capital, even down to what Mingwei ate for three meals a day.
Half an hour later, the car drove into an upscale lakeside residential area.
More than 20 years ago, Mingqiang was just a small boss who opened a car repair shop. He only had a junior high school education. Although he looked rough, he was smart and was good at making friends. He made more and more money. Three years ago, he opened a luxury car 4S shop and his business was booming. Mingwei's grandfather used to dislike his son-in-law for being too big and strong, thinking that he was not worthy of his beautiful and talented daughter. Now he has regarded his son-in-law as his own son and sees him every now and then.
"Why are you so thin?" Jiang Yue asked in surprise when she saw her eldest daughter after coming out of the kitchen.
Ming Wei pretended not to hear and flattered her with a playful smile: "Mom looks really good today."
Jiang Yue glared at her daughter and walked to the dining table with the dish in hand. The woman was in her early forties, wearing a light green long skirt. Her figure was slender and her age was hard to tell. Her black hair was tied up behind her head with a jade hairpin, which was simple and elegant, revealing a slender and graceful snow-white neck, which was very charming.
Mingwei came over coquettishly, wanting to grab some food first.
Jiang Yue slapped her daughter's hand in disgust.
Mingqiang stared at the mother and daughter. When Weiwei was a child, she looked like Jiang Yue. Now that she has grown up, both the mother and daughter look like they were cast in the same mold, both in terms of facial features and temperament. However, Jiang Yue is gentle as water, while Weiwei's gentleness is mixed with a stubbornness. Once she has made up her mind, ten donkeys cannot pull her back.
Like he and Jiang Yue wanted their daughter to study in the south instead of the capital, but their daughter insisted on going north alone, thousands of miles away from home. Mingqiang was troubled and proud of this, thinking that Weiwei had the same temper as him, but sometimes Mingqiang couldn't help wondering if Weiwei had taken after that man, the man whose identity Jiang Yue refused to tell him and who he inferred should live in the capital based on only a few clues.
"Sister." The bathroom door opened and Mingqiao walked out.
"Have you decided what major you want to study?" Ming Wei warmly hugged her sister who had just finished the college entrance examination and touched her hair.
Mingqiao has a cold personality and won't get too excited with her sister. She glanced at her mother who came out with the dishes and whispered, "Automotive engineering."
Mingwei was stunned.
"Look, your sister doesn't agree either. What girl would tinker with cars?" Jiang Yue put down the dish and glared at her little daughter unhappily.
Mingqiao lowered his head and said nothing.
Mingwei looked at her cold and beautiful sister, and remembered that when she was a child, her sister liked to go to the repair shop at home to play, touching this and that, and would get greasy all over her body in a short time. Other girls, including her, liked pretty skirts and dolls, but her sister only liked car models, and she got the support of her father.
Mingwei is very open-minded. Since her sister likes cars, it would be a good idea for her to study automotive major.
"I didn't say anything." Ming Wei immediately clarified and then went to the bathroom to wash her hands.
At lunch, the family had a heated discussion about what major Mingqiao should study. In the end, Jiang Yue's vote against the plan was invalid, with a three-to-one vote. After lunch, Jiang Yue was sulking and went to the kitchen to clean up, not allowing her two daughters to intervene. Ming Qiang shamelessly stayed in the kitchen to coax his wife, while Ming Wei ran to her sister's room to chat.
"Go to T University. I'm also in the capital. I'll come to see you when I'm free." Mingwei happily suggested to her sister, propping up her arms and lying on the bed. She was more of a liberal arts student, studying in the language department, while her sister was a science genius since she was a child and had great hands-on skills. When she was in high school, her music box broke, so she gave it to her sister, who fixed it in a short while. The sisters had a good relationship, and Mingwei hoped that her sister would be closer to her.
"You can be admitted." Mingqiao already had a plan.
Mingwei smiled, her sister was the provincial champion in science this year, and she would definitely get into T University.