Zhao Heng was a widowed family, and was friends with calligraphy and painting all day long. Today's big wedding, the good brother King Chu probably thought he was too indifferent, and deliberately wanted to be lively and took the lead in pouring wine for him. As the bridegroom, Zhao Heng was inconvenient to refuse. He brought a bowl of cow drink and a bowl, and after a few bowls, his face was not very red, but the calm clouds in his eyes made waves.
Zhao Heng didn't know how much alcohol he was drinking. When he felt the first slight dizziness, he knew that this was all he needed to drink tonight, and gave his brother a subtle wink.
The King of Chu was measured and immediately stood in front of his younger brother, holding a large porcelain bowl and saying to Prince Rui and others who were still trying to persuade him to drink: "It's alright, let the third go to the bride, and I'll accompany you to drink!"
The crowd refused to obey and shouted for King Shou to come back. Zhao Heng pretended to be drunk and left the hall with the help of Eunuch Fu.
In the middle of winter, the hall was in full swing, and when the cold wind blew outside, Zhao Heng suddenly sobered up a little, looked at the backyard, and asked someone to prepare water. Eunuch Fu knew that his master was clean, so he asked the little eunuch to prepare, and he continued to help the master to the clean room. Zhao Heng drank so much wine, and the spirit of the wine gradually came up, and he went straight to the Gong barrel without telling Eunuch Fu to retire.
Eunuch Fu guessed that the master might be unsteady, and dutifully supported him by the side. Out of the corner of the eye, he glanced at the master's hand, and saw that the master lifted up his clothes and adjusted it three times before finally releasing the treasure of the fairy family. It was not the first time that Eunuch Fu served by his master's side when he was a child, but every time he watched it, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart. The master is a natural warrior, and thanks to re-cultivation of internal kung fu, if he cultivates both internal and external, and cultivates a physique like the king of Chu, wouldn't it be more powerful than a tiger, and he wants to rush to the sky
With the sound of water rushing, Eunuch Fu silently retracted his gaze, thinking of Wang Fei's petite body, he was suddenly a little worried. The king of Chu sent a box of books, and the king turned a page and ruined it. I don't know if it will go well tonight. At least he can usually hear a few nonsense from the little eunuch, and the master is like a clear breeze and moon, and he has never come into contact with these things at all.
After it was over, Eunuch Fu wanted to support the master, and the master moved his arm, but Eunuch Fu immediately let go and waited for the master to wash his hands with water.
Before taking a bath, Zhao Heng drank a bowl of Pu'er tea to hangover, washed briefly, and went out to the clean room again. By now, most of the alcohol had gone, and his eyes were clear again.
Signaling that Eunuch Fu didn't have to follow him, he went to the backyard alone, and when he came over, he saw a little maid stepped out of the main room with a water basin and walked away from the other side. When the two maids at the door found him, they immediately saluted him loudly, not as a welcome, but as a reminder to the people inside. Zhao Heng slowed down slightly and looked at the door lightly.
Song Jianing just finished washing her face...
No one expected King Shou to come so quickly. The maids were about to give her a bun that was graceful and luxurious, in line with the status of a princess. When they heard that the prince had come, Shuang'er made a quick decision and gathered up her dark and thick long hair. Then, he folded a conch bun on the top of his head, and then took out a golden phoenix step from the jewelry box and inserted it into the bun.
"Let's wear this pair of earrings." Liu'er picked up a pair of white jade pendants and quickly helped Song Jianing, who had stood up, put them on.
"I haven't applied rouge yet..." Jiu'er held the rouge box and raised her hand to help Song Jianing pat.
"Forget it, let's go out first." Song Jianing didn't have the mood to dress up, for fear of neglecting King Shou, he went out and checked his clothes. In a panic, he stepped out of the hall and saw that King Shou had arrived in front of the door. There was a crescent moon in the sky, a red lantern with Double Happiness hung in front of the porch, and King Shou stood there in a bright red homely robe, as handsome as a fairy.
Song Jianing didn't dare to look any further, bowed his head and saluted, "Your Highness."
Zhao Heng lowered his eyes and saw her face illuminated by the light. The broken hair and thick eyelashes on her forehead were still wet, making her skin white and powdery, like a freshly washed peach, tender and tender. coveted. After taking off her wedding dress, she changed into a pinch-waist jacket with a bright red embroidered golden phoenix. Underneath it was a Luo skirt of the same color.
Zhao Heng reached out and supported her shoulder.
Song Jianing blushed, glanced at the man's robe, and stood up straight.
Zhao Heng withdrew his hand and passed her into the main room.
Song Jianing led the two big maids in, leaving Jiu'er and two second-class maids outside waiting to be summoned. The thick cotton curtain was put down, and the hall where the dragon was burning became much warmer. Seeing King Shou sitting on the red sandalwood seat in the north, he looked at her with a quiet gaze, as usual, Song Jianing became more and more cramped, and tried He asked, "I have prepared hangover tea here. Does the lord want to use it?"
Zhao Heng looked at her and said, "No need."
Song Jianing pursed his lower lip and looked away, trying to find something else to say.
"Dinner, have you used it?" Zhao Heng asked her.
Song Jianing hesitated for a while. She just woke up and hadn't eaten yet, but the lord came back from the banquet. Maybe the lord just wants to sleep now? Song Jianing made a decision, and was about to lie and say that he had eaten, but he heard the man in the main seat say, "Prepare the meal."
Shuang'er and Liu'er made arrangements immediately.
"Sit." Zhao Heng said again.
Song Jianing nodded and sat on the main seat on Zhao Heng's side. There was only a small square table between them. The man was taciturn. Song Jianing looked at the hem of his clothes. It was really big. If he didn't speak, it seemed that she didn't want to pay attention to him. When he said it, he was afraid that he would not like to listen to him and disturb the peace of the prince.
"I heard that I've been persuading me to drink, but the lord doesn't have time to eat, right?" After racking his brains, Song Jianing summoned the courage to ask.
Zhao Heng looked at her and hummed.
Song Jianing: …
What else can I say
Song Jianing really couldn't find anything to say. Fortunately, the kitchen moved quickly and brought the food quickly. The main food is bird's nest porridge, and then there are four dishes, namely, stewed chicken with mushrooms, three silks of dragon and phoenix, mandarin duck bean paste, and then a stewed venison. Song Jianing followed King Shou to the dining table. Yu Guang saw the man eating by himself. Song Jianing breathed a sigh of relief and ate his own food slowly.
After a busy day, Song Jianing was really hungry, and Shuang'er was used to serving the master again. Seeing what the master was looking at, she added vegetables in time. Song Jianing knew what the venison was for, so he didn't look at it, noticing that Zhao Heng used a few pieces of venison, Song Jianing's heart was pounding, and his neck was red.
Does Wang Ye know that venison is very nourishing
Zhao Heng didn't know, he didn't even taste what kind of meat it was. If Eunuch Fu was there, he might have asked, but he was surrounded by her maids, so he ate it silently, feeling that the taste was okay, and drank half a bowl. broth.
When they were full, the couple rinsed their mouths, Zhao Heng got up first and walked towards the inner room.
Song Jianing was a few steps behind, and when he turned around, he saw Shuang'er and the others retreated outside the main room with a smile and closed the door. Song Jianing was extremely panicked. She never disliked King Shou's speech, but she really wanted him to say a few more words. If she kept silent like this, she was afraid of making mistakes.
The dragon and phoenix candles were burning in the inner room. Zhao Heng stopped by the carved cedar wood hanger and looked sideways at the bride who was following behind.
It was getting dark, Song Jianing understood, walked up to him with a blushing face, and said to his chest, "Shall I serve the lord to change clothes?"
Zhao Heng nodded and opened his arms slightly.
Song Jianing felt like a deer, turned to the opposite side of him, stretched out his hand to untie his belt, turned his head to hang it on the hanger, and continued to undress him. The man was tall and slender. When Song Jianing grabbed his clothes and pulled them down, he couldn't put them down all at once. Her face was hot and she looked at him with a guilty conscience. Unexpectedly, he was looking at her with bright eyes.
Song Jianing's forehead and nose were dripping with dense beads of sweat, and they ran around behind him as if escaping, and finally took off the robe. Hanging it on the hanger, Song Jianing turned his head and was about to help him take off his middle coat, but his eyes swept under the hem of his clothes unintentionally, when he saw King Shou's trousers, like a door curtain, held up by the door bolt. At first glance, Song Jianing was stunned, but when she realized what it was, Song Jianing blushed like a shrimp just put in the pot, her legs were weak, and she almost fell to the ground.
This this…
King Shou is about the same height as Guo Xiao, but his body is not as burly as Guo Xiao, so it should be a bit inferior there, but why is it more... Song Jianing was shocked and forgot to react, both startled and frightened. Moreover, she couldn't understand. Just looking at King Shou's face, she was as indifferent as a fairy. She thought that King Shou was really as she had guessed, and he didn't care about women.
She stared at the hem of his clothes without moving, Zhao Heng looked down, his face did not change, but his eyes darkened, leaving her behind, he first bypassed the screen and sat directly on the golden-painted nanmu step bed bestowed by the royal family. He took off his boots and sat beside the bed waiting for his princess. On the other side of the screen, Song Jianing was so panicked, but she didn't dare to let King Shou wait. She unbuttoned her jacket and took off her skirt with trembling hands, leaving only a bright red fine silk tunic.
When she hung the dress on the hanger, Song Jianing noticed a scorching gaze, her hand trembled and she almost missed it.
Nervous, shy, and anxious, Song Jianing lowered his head and walked to the bunk bed step by step, first putting down the two layers of gauze outside. The candlelight was blocked, and the tent was dark red and dark. Song Jianing didn't dare to look at the man at a glance. He sat up, and with a light twist on his feet, he got out of the pair of embroidered shoes.
The man didn't move, Song Jianing blushed obediently lying on the outside and closed his eyes tightly.
The bed shook, he was moving, and the next moment, the collar of the middle shirt was torn off, and he was taking off her clothes. Song Jianing really wanted to imitate his indifference, even if she longed to be calm on the surface, but she wasn't expected to be the emperor, so she couldn't learn. When he was in the pocket, Song Jianing blushed like fire, his heart was beating wildly, and his chest couldn't help heaving up and down.
"Raise your hand." He finally spoke, his voice hoarse.
Song Jianing obediently raised her arms and left the bed on her back. He took the opportunity to completely tore off her shirt.
Her shoulders and arms were exposed, and Song Jianing was a little cold. She wanted to hug her chest to keep warm, but she didn't dare. Apart from her own breathing, there was no sound around her. Just when Song Jianing couldn't help but want to open her eyes, or begged him to cover her with a quilt, a big hand suddenly fell from her right arm and pressed her gently. , that hot palm instantly dispelled Song Jianing's anxiety.
If you touch it, you like it.
When the hand rubbed back and forth along her arm, Song Jianing finally gathered up a little courage and opened his eyes tremblingly. At the same time, his hand didn't move, and his eyes moved over, just in line with her. She was lying there blushing like a well-behaved rabbit waiting to be enjoyed. Zhao Heng looked at her inquiringly, wondering what she was going to say at this time.
Song Jianing thought she would see desire in his eyes, but she only saw a thicker cloud, she was a little timid, but...
"My lord, I'm cold..."
Looking at him timidly, Song Jianing blushed and said in a thin, weak voice that sounded like a spoiled child.
Zhao Heng's eyes changed slightly, and he swept over her open shoulders and arms again. He understood it, grabbed the quilt and covered her.
After drying for a while, Song Jianing was still cold. Then, while the quilt was lifted, King Shou lay in and hugged her naturally.
Song Jianing is not cold all of a sudden...