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In a moment, a pot of wine had been divided between the two of them.

The purple pupil's face was red, already a little drunk, hooking Beichen's neck with one hand, grabbing his placket with the other, and his lips were close to his ear.

"Beichen, I have lived for twenty years, and this is the happiest day."

"You're drunk." Beichen carried her to the happy bed.

"I'm not drunk, it's my secret, ...... today I'm going to tell you ......"

"It's never too late to go back." He picked up the quilt and saw the white silk on the bed, just raised his eyebrows, and then ripped it open, and easily tore off all the remaining layers of wedding clothes on her body, and stuffed her with only a small coat into the thin quilt.

"No...... I'll have to say it today...... I ......" Purple Hitomi hugged his arm, "I tell you, I ...... It's not ...... purple pupils."

"And who are you?" Beichen sat on the side of the bed and asked with a smile.

"No, I'm Purple Pupil...... I mean I'm not this purple pupil...... You don't understand ......."

Her voice grew lower, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Getting married is even more tiring than fighting, from the morning tossing to now, she has long been tired, plus the alcohol, where can she still hold on.

Seeing that her long eyelashes were drooping and she had fallen asleep, Beichen just smiled, and gently pulled out his palm from her arms, then looked at the white silk he threw aside, and spread the white silk on the table, he raised his fingers lightly, and the palm had been cut, letting the blood drip from the palm, and dyeing the white silk into a bright red in a moment, then he closed his fingers and shook the palm, and let the wound heal naturally.

Stripped off his robe, Beichen turned around and walked to the side of the bed, uncovered the quilt and lay down, only hugged the familiar villain into his arms, looked at her delicate little face, he leaned over and kissed her forehead, then turned off the light, hugged her and closed her eyes.

Beichen is not an impatient person, when he was in the Beizhou Continent, he single-handedly created the Ziwei Auction House, and it took two years to make it an important store on the Beizhou Continent, and he didn't care about waiting any longer.

The same is true for her.

Not to mention the North Continent, not the Central Continent, there are also many women who get married at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

But that's someone else, she's her.

His little lady was only in her prime, far from being in full bloom, and he had waited for eighteen years, and he didn't care about waiting any longer.

Reverse - Sky - Small - Crazy - After***

Beijia Courtyard, Zhutao Pavilion.

Mrs. Qingyou shook the fan in her hand slightly, "This time Mr. can come in person, Qingyou is very grateful." ”

Mr. Xue smiled very lightly, "Beichen is my disciple, and Zitong is also my disciple, how can I not come for such a big event?" ”

"It's a pity that that stubborn thing in my family is still angry with Beichen, so I can't thank you personally." Mrs. Qingyou said apologetically.

"You're welcome, ma'am." Mr. Xue turned sideways to the bamboo forest not far away, "I still have something to do, so I'll leave first." ”

"Sir, walk slowly."

Mrs. Qingyou politely sent him out of the pavilion, and Mr. Xue said silently, and his body shook and he had already flown up.

Seeing Mr. Xue's figure disappear, Mrs. Qingyou immediately took the maid back to the front hall, the guests were still there, her son's temper would definitely not appear again, and she, the mother, would always help him take care of it, lest people say that the Bei family had lost etiquette.

Mrs. Qingyou had just left, but a figure returned to Zhutao Pavilion.

It's none other than Mr. Xue who left just now.

Facing the bamboo forest, Mr. Xue said politely, "The head of the family, please come out and see you." ”