Lin Feilu sighed before attending the wedding of Lin Qing and Si Miaoran, the ceremony looked so tired and complicated.
Unexpectedly, it was my turn this time, and the ceremony was more tiring and complicated.
She felt that the phoenix robe alone was five catties. Although the court clerk in the clothing bureau had made it as simple as possible under the orders of his majesty, it was a big wedding phoenix robe after all, and both inside and outside were regulated. Not to mention there is a phoenix crown, beautiful is beautiful, and it is really heavy. If you really agree to the phrase, don’t bow your head and the crown will fall.
She got up before dawn and started to freshen up. When the auspicious hour arrived, the bride came out of the pavilion and lifted the sedan chair across the front gate of Longfeng Tianma and carried her to the square in front of the main hall.
There are hundreds of civil and military officials standing around the square, from top to bottom according to their ranks. In front of the main hall, there is a one-hundred-meter-long stepped jade. Officials will pass here on weekdays. At this moment, there were two rows of straight guards standing on both sides of the jade step. She was going to walk up this jade step, and Song Jinglan was waiting for her on the top.
The morning sun is already very dazzling, Lin Feilu took a deep breath, placed his hands in front of him with great dignity under the gaze of Baiguan, straightened his back, slightly raised his chin, and then walked up the steps step by step.
The red phoenix robe stretches out a long skirt behind him. On the skirt, the phoenix is flying, and the white bird admires it. The sun shines down, and the silk thread of the sewing pattern shines with golden light. With each step, the bead curtain hanging down from the phoenix crown gently shook, making a crisp sound.
When she finally walked up this step and saw Song Jinglan who was smiling across her face, Lin Feilu felt that her waist was about to be broken.
And this is the beginning.
The next step is to tell Huang Tian, sacrifice to the ancestors, and the emperors and queens will receive the rituals of hundreds of officials, and the officials will read the orders, canonized them, and hold the festival ceremony.
It was already hot in the summer. After the whole set of rituals, Lin Feilu was already dizzy and feeling suffocated. Under the gaze of the key officials, she still can't lose her appearance. She has to keep her chest and abdomen slightly lifted, and smile dignifiedly, which is terrible.
When she came down from the altar, she didn't step on her feet firmly and almost fell off the steps.
Fortunately, Song Jinglan quickly held her arm with his eyes and hands, and asked in a low voice, "Can I still go?"
In full view, Lin Feilu was not very coquettish, with a dignified smile on his face as a queen, but the voice squeezed out between his lips and teeth was no longer crying: "I'm tired, my feet hurt..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jinglan leaned over and hugged him up.
Lin Feilu exclaimed, and subconsciously raised his hand to hold down his shaky phoenix crown.
There was a commotion around him following his movements. She was flushed and a little anxious: "What are you doing, let me down!"
Without changing her face, Song Jinglan walked down holding her steadily.
Lin Feilu struggled twice to no avail, and simply gave up, only muttering in a low voice: "The phoenix robe and the phoenix crown are heavy."
He pursed his lips and smiled, a very faint smile, only she can be seen in his arms.
Walking down the altar, the officials in charge of the whole ceremony waited on both sides, seeing your majesty walking towards the main hall holding the newly-canonized queen, there was no intention to let her down, and he mustered the courage to step forward and said: "Your Majesty, this is not in compliance... "
Song Jinglan tilted his head slightly, the tail of his eyes was narrow and long: "Rules?"
There was no sound in the surroundings.
The officials retreated silently, and Baiguan watched as His Majesty held the Queen to finish the rest of the ceremony.
After that, Lin Feilu was sent to Lin'an Temple.
In fact, according to the regulations, she should be sent back to the queen’s bedroom, waiting for the emperor to be lucky after nightfall, but she likes the smell of Lin’an Temple, and she always rolls on the dragon bed in the bedroom this month, so Song Jinglan put it The Xifang is located in Lin'an Hall.
Lin'an Temple, which is always solemn and dignified on weekdays, looks extraordinarily beaming today, and it is full of joy at first glance.
The floor of the dormitory was covered with heavy grass, four screens were set up, and a pair of half-person high candles burned quietly. As soon as Lin Feilu entered, he took off the phoenix crown that had crushed her neck, took off several layers of thick phoenix robe two or three times, and lay down on the soft dragon bed, only to feel that he was alive.
The two of Chunxia knew that His Majesty pampered her, and they did not stop them. After listening to her instructions, they went to the imperial dining room to have food. After finishing eating, Lin Feilu lay in bed and fell asleep.
There was a ceremony in the wedding room after nightfall. After sleeping for a while, the two of Chunxia and Xia dragged her up from the bed. Lin Feilu took a bath, freshened up again, put on a phoenix robe, and a phoenix crown. After sitting properly by the bed, in the evening, a Shangshi official came in with food.
Lin Feilu just woke up, still a little dizzy, watched Song Jinglan walk in from outside, and yawned.
Under the auspices of the ceremonial officer, the two performed the sacrifice first, and then the joint ceremony. After the ceremony was over, the waiter withdrew the food, and the ceremonial officials in the sleeping hall finally retreated one by one, leaving only the emperor and queen.
The sky outside the window was already dark.
Lin Feilu pulled down the phoenix crown again, threw it on the desk, and then lay on the bed in large print.
After Song Jinglan went to freshen up and came back, she found that she had fallen asleep again. She didn't even take off the phoenix robe, and she wrinkled under her body, spreading from the bed to under the bed.
The phoenix robe is bright in color and smooth in texture, with layers of water-like light and shadow appearing under the candlelight. When she lay there tilted her head, she looked like lying on a piece of red water with her black hair spreading behind her, a kind of alluring Style.
Song Jinglan stood by the bed and looked down for a while.
After a while, he smiled silently, then leaned over and unfastened her belt.
Lin Feilu kicked her foot in her sleep, her voice soft: "sleepy..."
He picked up the person, took off the complicated phoenix robe, and reached out to take off her hairpin and earrings. Lin Feilu slumped in his arms like boneless, half-closed eyes, letting him play around.
After a while, he took away all the extra accessories from her, then picked up the person and gently placed it against the bed.
Lin Feilu was actually awake, but she was so tired that she didn't want to talk, and squinted at him after lying down. Watching him take off his outer shirt, stretched out his hand and lowered the curtain, blocking the shaking candlelight outside.
The ink diverged, and he stood against the light, more like a fairy than her.
The bed next to him collapsed, and he slept beside her, and after reaching out to embrace her in his arms, he bowed his head and kissed her on the forehead.
Lin Feilu was agitated in his heart, pretending to be calm and waiting quietly.
As a result, she waited and waited, waiting until the doze came again, Song Jinglan still only gently hugged her, breathing smoothly on the top of her head, as if she was asleep.
Lin Feilu was silent for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Are you asleep?"
After a while, he heard a lazy low voice: "Huh?"
She was so angry that she broke free of his arms and sat up on the bed, looking at him fiercely: "Well, what! The bridal night, you are like this? That's it?!"
Song Jinglan lay flat and looked at her with a smile: "Isn't you tired?"
Lin Feilu: "Are you tired before you even start? Your sire is not good enough."
Song Jinglan: "..."
His smile faded and his eyes became dangerous.
Lin Feilu immediately admitted: "I am tired, but I can't!"
Song Jinglan narrowed his eyes and slowly sat up.
Lin Feilu suddenly felt bad, and wanted to run when he used both hands and feet. After only two steps, his ankle was grabbed by one hand. She heard his slightly muffled voice: "Where is the queen going?"
He also wore the phoenix buckle he gave her on that ankle.
The blood red reflects the delicate white, which makes people think about it.
Lin Feilu kicked twice, trying to shake his hand away, but the hand with well-knotted joints became tighter and tighter. After a long while, his fingertips lightly ran across the soles of her feet. She was ticklish, she lost all strength at once, and screamed and collapsed on the bed.
After a laugh, he finally let go of his hand, Lin Feilu just turned over, he had already bullied himself and pressed it down.
The candlelight was reflected on the gorgeous curtain, and the dark light penetrated, hazy and swaying. His eyes were deep, his fingers brushed her broken hair between her forehead, and he smiled and asked, "Are you still tired?"
Lin Feilu dared not provoke him anymore, and answered obediently: "I'm not tired anymore."
The deeper the smile in his eyes, his fingertips gently stroked behind her ears little by little, along the neck line gently, like a tracing line, from top to bottom, not letting go of every inch. With every inch, her trembling became more obvious, and there was still a layer of clothing, but the delicate touch had already clung to her whole body.
She pressed her lips tightly, and wrapped her arms around his neck unconsciously.
Song Jinglan followed her movement and lowered her head, sealing her lips.
His kisses were like his movements, gentle and patient. He didn't seem to be anxious at all, he was satisfied and satisfied with her eyes closed and emotional.
A bed was covered in a light gauze skirt, and he put his hands on her side, and his ink hair fell down and intertwined with her long hair. Her eyes were filled with heat, but she still patiently asked her in a low voice, "Princess, do you like me?"
Lin Fei's nose hummed.
He lowered his head and kissed her gently: "Say it out."
She curled her toes together, and the sound she made did not seem to be her own: "Like—"
He smiled and kissed her earlobe up, his voice was as low as bewitching, "Who do you like?"
The kiss went from her ear to her neck, back and forth, like an electric shock. She clung her fingers tightly to his shoulders, but she couldn't help hiding behind: "I like you—"
He grasped her waist with his hand, then pulled her back, and stroked her finger gently: "Who am I?"
She was tight, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, intermittent and uncontrollable: "Your Majesty... Husband..."
He loves games like this, asking her over and over again, and listening to her answers over and over again.
Listening to her calling her husband, listening to her chaotic crying, he was ups and downs in sobriety and depression, admiring the way she was confused and confused under him, and went crazy for her appearance.
Then, she filled her body.
Between the ups and downs, Lin Feilu heard his muffled laughter: "In this life, the next, in each life, you can only belong to me."
She didn't speak, just hugged him tighter and catered to all of him.