Drunk, she didn't think much of it, and stumbled in.

But she didn't know that this time changed the fate of her life.

The door was not closed tightly, Jun Bingwu leaned up softly, and the whole person fell in.

She instinctively exclaimed, forgetting that she knew martial arts, and let herself fall down, with her feet facing the sky.

The expected cold ground turned into an embrace with a slight cold fragrance, and in the hazy drunken eyes, her face appeared in her dreams countless times.

"Hehe, you've appeared again......" Jun Bingwu smirked and pointed at Mo Huang crookedly, "Huh? Didn't you only appear in dreams before? It's rare that I'm dreaming again? ”

Drunk, she took off that cold disguise and accidentally revealed her truest emotions in her heart.

The words with a bit of silliness, revealing a bit of sourness and the coquettishness of the little daughter, plucked the soft string in Mo Huang's heart.

I wanted to repair her mind, but because of this sentence, it disappeared.

This woman is only when she is drunk can she be so docile and ...... Honest.

"You're drunk." Mo Huang helped her, and his cold tone revealed a little helplessness.

"I'm not ......drunk," Jun Bing danced.

"Drunks say they're not drunk." Mo Huang despised her unusually much, this drunkard was really ......

"You're a drunk, your whole family is a drunk." A certain drunk began to spill.

Mo Huang said that he retracted what he had just said, and this woman was drunk and insulated from meekness.

Look at her, all over her body, where is the appearance of her daughter's home?

He's really blind to grow women,

Mo Huang thought very arrogantly.

But if you are already blind, what can you do?

Even if it is Mohuang, it can only be recognized.

"Bastard, didn't you go to the cave room to spend candles? What else do you come to me for? Get out! ”

Jun Bingwu suddenly remembered something, roared viciously, and pushed Mo Huang away.

Drunk, she used all her strength this time, but Mo Huang didn't guard against her, and was staggered back a few steps, almost hitting the table behind her.

Mo Huang shook his head helplessly, and hurriedly went over to support a certain drunken man who was staggering.

Jun Bingwu, who pouted boutingly, Mo Huang's heart moved slightly.

Something sweet and sour melted in his heart.

He can be assumed, is she jealous?

Mo Huang sighed lightly, and hurriedly went over to support a certain drunken ghost who was staggering: "The bride is not here, who am I going to spend candles with?" ”

Jun Bingwu tilted his head cutely, as if he was thinking about what he meant.

"Are you saying that your bride has abandoned you, so you came to me?" Ice Dancing Shoes pointed his index finger to his lips and asked very cute and innocently.

The green tendons in Mo Huang's forehead jumped.

"Yes, my bride is a conscienceless little bastard, I slept irresponsibly and slapped my ass and ran away, and threw me a bottle of so-called love water, so that I forgot about her ......"

Mo Huang said, and he didn't know whether to tell the drunk in front of him or to himself.

Jun Bingwu tilted his head and thought for a moment, and then commented very seriously: "You are so pitiful......"

Mo Huang glanced at her with disdain, and snorted lightly: "But it doesn't matter, since she sent the **** herself this time, don't think about leaving again, just pay me a cave room candle night ......"

He finished speaking, and before Jun Bingwu could speak, he had already hugged her in his arms and walked towards the big red bed in the warm pavilion.

At this moment, even the cold moonlight has become a little more charming, and it is intoxicating.

But in this beautiful atmosphere, Jun Bingwu tilted his head and vomited.

is spitting on Mo Huang's red wedding robe.

Suddenly, the smell of wine and acidity wafted away, and the smell was pungent and unpleasant.

On the wedding night, he was vomited by the drunken bride, and Mo Huang felt that there must be no more helpless groom in this world than him.

But he has a lot of them, and he doesn't bother with a drunk.

He shook his head helplessly, and then lightly took off Jun Bingwu's shoes and put her sleeping on the new bed.

Mo Huang took off the robe that was soiled by her, glanced at Jun Bingwu, who was asleep, and asked someone to fetch water to wipe her face and body in person.

Jun Bingwu comfortably hugged the soft quilt and rubbed it, fell asleep, and let Mo Huang stir it up, without the slightest reaction.

A good wedding night, because the bride was drunk to death, passed so peacefully.

Mo Huang hugged the beauty, and he could eat it, but it was really pitiful.

The next day, at three poles in the sun, the hangover Jun Bingwu woke up slowly, she shook her head that was a little painful, and slowly opened her eyes.

What came into view was a red tent roof, and her body shook violently, and she was stunned for two seconds before she realized that this was not her palace.

She had no memory of what had happened last night, she didn't know how she got here, and she didn't know what had happened since she got here.

But such a festive big bed, it seems to be ......

A certain realization made her eyelids jump.

She took a deep breath and lifted the red-hot tent at hand.

"Ma'am."

Two crisp voices sounded in her ears, and her hands shook in fright, and the tent in her hand fell again.

Jun Bingwu was stunned for a long time, but he didn't react.

The red tent rose again, hooked on the side of the bed, and in Jun Bingwu's eyes, two delicate but elegant faces appeared.

The dress should be two maids.

"Slave Chunhua, slave Qiushi, on the order of the palace master, come to serve Mrs." The two maids saluted with a smile.

"You ...... Talk to me again? Jun Bingwu pointed to his nose and asked for confirmation again.

When she got up early in the morning, she was really incapable of digesting in the face of so much exciting news.

Five thunderbolts are nothing more than that, right?

"Look at you, you're all happily confused, there's nothing but you here." Chunhua's disheveled Jun Bingwu covered his lips and smiled ambiguously.

Jun Bingwu followed her line of sight and found that there was nothing else on her body except for a happy quilt.

Her struggle, joy was slipped, her shoulders were exposed, and the beautiful scenery on her chest was unobstructed.

The fair skin was covered with all kinds of bruised pinchmarks, kiss marks, and the maid smiled even more ambiguously.

In Jun Bingwu's mind, there was a bang, like a firework exploding, and then there was a blank.

With so many traces, others will suddenly think of what they did yesterday.

Jun Bingwu this time, even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he couldn't wash it off.

Under the scorching gaze of the maid, she finally came back to her senses, and hurriedly pulled the quilt on her body to live herself tightly.

Who can tell her what the hell is going on?

Mo Huang!

That damn bastard, he must have done it!

"Madame, the slaves and maidservants are waiting for you to get up." The two maids smiled undiminished and respectfully blessed their bodies.