The red candle flickered, the night was dark, the banquet in the front hall of the General's Mansion was not over, and the voice of the generals and soldiers in the army was much louder than those civilian officials. Even in the deep inner bedroom, you can still hear it faintly.

Princess Pingyang sat alone in the marriage room, and the red satin in the room was just like her current mood, so excited and happy.

How many years can you wait for someone you love, Princess Pingyang can't say clearly, but since Wei Qing entered the palace, for more than ten years, Princess Pingyang has been waiting for him to be able to obtain an equal status with herself and marry herself after he becomes famous. There are countless scenes of marriage with him in my dreams, and I wake up in the middle of the night, only to find that it is just an empty joy.

But this time it was no longer a dream, Wei Qing finally became a general respected by the world, and he really became his wife.

She has never been happier than today since she married Cao Shou, the great-grandson of Cao Shen, who was in poor health and had difficulty even getting out of bed, let alone taking on the responsibilities of her husband. Everything in this family is borne by her, a little girl. How she survived so many years, even she didn't dare to recall.

Fortunately, Wei Qing appeared in her life, her masculine demeanor and resolute and firm eyes appeared in her dreams every time, and she knew and fell in love. But Wei Qing's humble background is like a firm shackle, binding two young men and women who love each other, so that they never dare to get too close.

Princess Pingyang believed that Wei Qing also loved herself, so she tied her heart to this man and waited for him for more than ten years.

From now on, he and she were finally able to love each other freely, and no one dared to stop them. Thinking of the days when the husband and wife raised their eyebrows and grew old together in the future, Pingyang laughed stupidly.

At this time, the door of the new house slowly opened, Peng Yichen walked in from the outside wearing a red groom's outfit, and there were many guests in the house today, and even the emperor Liu Che sent the palace attendants to send congratulatory gifts, so he drank a lot of wine and stumbled a little.

Approaching Princess Pingyang, the red and gorgeous phoenix clothes reflected on her delicate and fair face, fiery red like a maple leaf falling there.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February.

I don't know why, Peng Yichen's heart suddenly flashed this line of poetry. If an ordinary woman is a delicate flower, the princess of Pingyang in front of her may be a maple leaf with snow and frost, reflecting the world in the cold wind.

More than ten years ago, kneeling in front of this woman, she introduced herself and her sister Wei Zifu to Liu Che. After that day, it was difficult to reunite with her.

The cavalry slave of the year has become a general who commands the world's soldiers and horses today, but the beauty is still the beauty of the year.

Peng Yichen slowly reached the ground in front of Princess Pingyang, gently grabbed her soft little hand with his hand, and slowly stroked the skin on the back of his hand, as if he didn't believe that everything in front of him was true.

More than ten years ago, Peng Yichen felt embarrassed in the face of Princess Pingyang's tenderness and sweetness, at that time he was just a prodigal son who had crossed over in modern times, and he didn't know what kind of trajectory he would leave in this world.

To this day, he has been fighting horses for half his life, killing people on the battlefield, and his white bones have forged his position as a general. Looking at the red face in front of me again, I don't know what it feels like for a while.

If it weren't for this wedding, if it weren't for Princess Pingyang's peerless appearance that seemed to have not changed, Peng Yichen would almost forget that he was a modern person from the 21st century. He's been through so much in this plane, he's lived so long that he's almost forgotten who he really is.

Even the TV series "The Emperor of the Han Dynasty" has become so far away for him, he is no longer worried about whether he can play the role of Wei Qing well. Because he has almost become Wei Qing.

But he is not Wei Qing after all, in the original plot, Wei Qing knelt in front of this woman on the night of his wedding to the princess. In his heart, he may always be a slave, and this origin is like a curse, so that he can never pamper this woman from the perspective of his husband.

Peng Yichen is not Wei Qing, he will not think that a slave will always be a slave, let alone Princess Pingyang as his master. That's not what he wants.

So he roughly pulled Princess Pingyang into his arms, and used all his strength, as if he wanted to rub this delicate woman into his body.

Breathing deeply into the nose, the body fragrance coming from the princess's body, the smell of those rouge gouaches is like a cheesy country girl, not as good as the smell on Pingyang's body.

"How does the princess know that I don't like the taste of rouge gouache. Peng Yichen still hugged Pingyang tightly, even if he spoke, he didn't let go.

"My husband can call me Xing'er in the future, this is my mother's name for me, and no one has called me that for a long time. There was a slight tremor in her voice, a kind of happiness as a woman, and it struck her heart so suddenly that had been silent for decades. Wei Qing really lived up to her expectations, he only regarded himself as a woman and wife, not a princess who was high up but at the mercy of fate.

"Okay, Xing'er, then I'll call you that from now on. When Peng Yichen said this, he suddenly felt like a blessing to his heart, and gently licked the delicate skin where the princess's earlobe and neck met.

Princess Pingyang seemed to have been passed through her heart by an electric current, where had she ever experienced this feeling in her life, she only felt that her heart seemed to have a hundred claws and a thousand scratches, and her body was lying in Peng Yichen's arms.

Peng Yichen looked at the beauty in his arms, and couldn't say what he was thinking in his heart. If as a modern person, he shouldn't have done these things casually with Princess Pingyang, because he knew that he was not from this world and that he was not really in love with this beautiful princess.

In more than ten years, he has only seen Princess Pingyang a handful of times, how can he fall in love with this woman.

However, after many years of fighting on the battlefield, the pressure in his heart is increasing day by day, but there is no channel to vent it.

Today, marrying this woman who has been waiting for him for more than ten years, whether it is because of political factors or not, the two can get married, but it is an indisputable fact that this woman has become his wife.

Although he is not a person of this world, although he is not in love with this woman in his heart, this woman is worthy of his life's care. She shouldn't have been hurt anymore.

The real Wei Qing once made Princess Pingyang disheartened, because he had no man's favor for her, more of a slave's gratitude. Since Peng Yichen wants to spend this life instead of Wei Qing, then use the second half of his life to make up for Wei Qing's mistake.

Thinking of this, Wei Qing no longer restrained the impulse in his heart, and carried Princess Pingyang into the depths of the bed......

The sea was turned over by the waves, and the clouds and rain in Wushan were deep......