When Emperor Qin Wu put on a bright red robe and sat beside the bed, Mu Lin had not yet removed the phoenix crown and pearls on her head...
Emperor Qin Wu had a faint smile in his eyes, and he was in a good mood watching the maid remove Mu Lin's headdress. Her long black hair fell down to her slender waist, and it had a warm luster under the candlelight.
His years of planning paid off, as his junior sister finally belonged to him completely today.
After Mu Lin finished her bath, the beauty who had washed away all her makeup looked less aggressive, like a pure and soft flower, or like the snow on the mountains, pure and unworldly to the extreme. The corners of her eyes and eyebrows revealed her former coldness, and the simple and bright red middle garment added a bit of color and charm to her.
The more you look at a beauty under the lamp, the more intoxicated she becomes.
Emperor Qin Wu had never taken his eyes off Mu Lin since she came out of the bathroom. He waved his hand to dismiss the palace maids, and only the two of them were left in the hall.
On the day of the great wedding, Emperor Qin was not as majestic and fierce as before. His deep and handsome face was gentle without a smile, and his words and actions revealed a bit of laziness and casualness, showing his own style of unrestrained romance.
Mu Lin suddenly realized that he was just a young man in his twenties, but the long-accumulated imperial majesty suppressed his arrogance, making him appear particularly calm and domineering.
Special incense pieces were burning in the white jade lotus incense burner, emitting a subtle and lingering fragrance that filled the festive and spacious hall.
The two of them had been sitting there doing nothing, which inevitably made them feel a little awkward. Mu Lin simply stood up and extinguished the palace lanterns one by one, leaving only a pair of dragon and phoenix wedding candles burning silently.
Emperor Qin Wu did not speak, and Mu Lin did not say anything either, so the hall seemed exceptionally quiet.
Perhaps it was because the burning incense was warm, and soon Mu Lin felt a little hot. She was thinking about whether to open the window to ventilate, but before she knew it, Emperor Qin Wu had come over. He held her hand and interlocked their fingers seriously.
Mu Lin's body stiffened for a moment, and he slowly overcame the discomfort of physical contact with him, gradually relaxed, lowered his eyes and called "Your Majesty".
"There's no need to be polite between you and me. Junior Sister, can you call me Zishu or Senior Brother in private?"
"Okay." Mu Lin agreed obediently.
Of course, it will make you feel much more comfortable.
Ying Yuan couldn't help but hold her in his arms. The warmth and softness in his arms filled the cold and deep emptiness in his heart.
After a long while, he sighed in a low voice, "Junior sister, you are mine."
"Um."
Mu Lin leaned softly against his broad chest, half lowering her eyes. In stark contrast to her gentle voice, her expression was calm.
Mu Lin thinks he is a very dedicated politician.
Even if one is heartless, one can still portray the deep love between husband and wife.
But I feel desolate and tired in my heart, even more exhausted than a day's hard work.
Ying Yuan reluctantly let go of his newlywed wife, stood up, poured two glasses of wine and handed one to her.
"Haven't you already drunk the wedding wine?"
"I am happy today. How about I drink a cup with you, Junior Sister?"
"good."
Mu Lin's alcohol tolerance was low, so he only took a sip to show his appreciation. Ying Yuan drank the whole thing in one gulp, looking at Mu Lin with eyes that sparkled with stars.
But the cold wine did not cool the heat in his chest, he took her into his arms again, gently but firmly holding her face. His long fingers gently stroked the pink and radiant lips of the woman in his arms, coupled with his ambiguous expression, there was some eroticism for no reason.
Is this... flirting
Mu Lin was a little confused, staring at him with wide eyes, her expression unconsciously revealing a bit of naivety. In these aspects, she is an absolute rookie...
Ying Yuan looked down at the gorgeous woman in his arms, her every frown and smile revealed her innocence...
The burning fire in his heart suddenly spread to his limbs and bones, almost burning him to death. A thousand-mile dam collapsed because of an ant hole. Just a little thought could set the whole prairie on fire in the blink of an eye.
He carries the conqueror's fiery plundering blood in his body. He wants to rub the person in his arms into his bones and blood, conquer her, make her willingly submit to him, and become a dodder that can only weakly depend on him.
He suddenly lowered his head and kissed the two cool and soft petals, grinding them and destroying them.
Lips and teeth were attached, entangled, and the smell of alcohol rose from them. Mu Lin could hardly breathe. She was emitting heat all over her body. In a daze, the person in front of her seemed to have become her master, and her expression was so similar.
Mu Lin couldn't help but raise her hand and stroke his face, her charming little face showing aggrieved.
"I miss you so much, Master... um..."
Before he could finish his words, his lips and teeth were invaded fiercely again. The bad guy was unexpectedly strong, disturbing the spring water, and took advantage of the situation to drive straight in, plundering his little slave to the point of having nothing.
I don't know when I was pushed down on the bed, and the red quilt surged into waves...
Mu Lin vaguely thought of this adjective when he saw the snow-white peanut kernels with their red skins peeled off.
I am like a small boat, a small boat filled with strong wine, floating on the endless sea, being pushed and hit by the surging waves, swaying...
Staggering...
The rich scent of pine snow and ambergris intertwined with the delicate fragrance of a woman, blending cruelty and tenderness, lingering and sad, until death...
The red tent was as thin as a cicada's wing and swayed lightly, the branches and leaves were soft and clinging, Ying Yuan felt that the green buds were blooming little by little, in the ambiguous night, they were madly indulging in each other, and were completing a gorgeous transformation.
The woman was blossoming with absolute beauty beneath him, and this flower that had blossomed to its fullest could only be plucked by him.
…
The night gradually deepened, and the clouds and mist merged into a thick black that could not be dissolved. For Ying Yuan, it was only twice, and he had to control himself because... His wife fainted.
Mu Lin's body was too weak to bear the horrible love. The rhythm of pleasure filled the air, and she collapsed at the critical moment of bliss. Her mind was completely devoured, and she lost consciousness and fell into a dark sweetness...
Ying Yuan's eyes and eyebrows were full of satisfaction. He kissed her forehead tenderly and asked Shui to clean the marks for her. Mu Lin was extremely tired and in a semi-comatose dream, losing all perception of the surroundings...
Tianlan Hengyang Palace
After drinking the medicine, Xiao Ze lay on the small bed, looking at Xiao Muyun with his big eyes eagerly: "Uncle, can you tell Aze a story?"
Xiao Muyun smiled faintly and said, "What story do you want to hear?"
Although he was not in the mood to tell stories tonight, he had promised her to take good care of Aze, and he had to do it.
Aze has been getting closer to Xiao Muyun recently. He is no longer so cautious. He waved his little arms excitedly and said, "Aze wants to hear the story of Second Aunt being a fairy!"
Xiao Muyun paused while tucking the quilt for him. He didn't expect that she was so popular with children. Aze still remembered her after so long.
He tucked the child's arms in place and said softly, "This story is very long. Ah Ze fell asleep while listening. I'll tell you the story next time. Shall we tell the story of 'Nan Ke Yi Meng' tonight?"
"Okay, then next time, Second Uncle will tell Aze about Second Aunt."
"Okay." Xiao Muyun touched Aze's head.
After Aze fell asleep, Xiao Muyun put on his clothes and walked to the courtyard. The moonlight was as soft as water. From a distance, it looked like a round and warm moon, but its light cast a cold silver glow on the ground.
Xiao Muyun couldn't help but cough lightly. There were too many people who wanted him dead, so he had to take good care of himself.
I wish…
He could still wait until she came back.
Mu Lin hadn't slept so soundly for a long time, and Ying Yuan went to the morning court at the hour of Mao. Even on the second day of the wedding, the person in charge of the government did not slack off.
When Mu Lin woke up, Ying Yuan was handling government affairs at a table not far away. In the dim light and shadows of the early morning, his figure looked very much like his master.
"Master...hiss..."
Mu Lin almost shouted out loud, but fortunately he moved slightly and couldn't help but gasp.
It hurts so much when she moves, especially in a certain indescribable place. Mu Lin's chaotic mind suddenly became clear. Last night she and... Ying Yuan, that bastard!
Mu Lin didn't dare to breathe hard, for fear of causing pain again. She didn't expect that the relationship between husband and wife was so laborious, and a certain bastard ignored her pleas and continued to invade and expand crazily!
He almost broke her waist...
"Awake?" A chuckle came from the side. It turned out that the bastard came over and stroked her messy hair with a caring look in his eyes.
She kept calling him "senior brother" in her dreams. He was happy in his heart, and she had him in her heart.
Hearing his voice suddenly, Mu Lin couldn't help but recall the absurd things that happened last night. Ying Yuan saw that the usually indifferent beauty's face was covered with a layer of rose pink, which was quite charming.
"Junior sister, you are weak. I applied medicine to you last night. Do you feel better?"
"No!" Mu Lin heard her own hoarse voice and turned her head away in shame, not wanting to look at him. Unexpectedly, she pulled the wound and frowned in pain.
Ying Yuan also frowned, and said with great remorse: "I will call a female doctor over right away..."
"No!" Mu Lin endured the pain and pulled his sleeve. On the second day after their wedding, they called a female doctor early in the morning. He didn't care, but did she still have any shame
Ying Yuan quickly stopped, turned back and gently held her in his arms, adjusted a comfortable position for her, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I was too indulgent last night..."
Mu Lin's face turned even redder, and she tried to struggle, but he held her tightly, and she lay there helplessly.
"Let's call a female doctor to take a look, otherwise I'm worried..."
"No, I just need to rest for a while." Mu Lin said dejectedly while leaning in his arms.
"No problem, no one dares to make irresponsible remarks about the Queen's affairs..."
Mu Lin was very determined: "No."
Is there any need to say anything? Anyone with a discerning eye can see why! Mu Lin is not that shameless.
"Your Majesty, aren't you embarrassed to hurt your wife on your wedding night?"
Ying Yuan touched her head, bit her earlobe gently, and smiled softly, "I'll be gentler next time."
There will be a next time
Mu Lin took a deep breath and said, "Your Majesty, for the sake of my body, you should go to the other sisters."
Compared to being killed by him on the bed...
Mu Lin suppressed the strange discomfort in his heart and persuaded him sincerely and earnestly.
Although she longed for a lifelong marriage, Emperor Qin Wu was not her favorite. Mu Lin had a low bottom line for him and did not have too many requirements. She even vaguely agreed that a man as energetic as Emperor Qin Wu was more suitable for having three wives and four concubines.
if only…
—It wasn’t too hard to accept that he washed himself before touching her.
Maybe it’s still a little hard to accept…