Daze's wealth is not simply reflected in the superiority of the people's food and clothing, but more reflected in their leisurely and proud treatment of others.

Qing Ling sat on the richly decorated couch in the wedding room, her hands folded in the embroidered gold hibiscus painted sleeves folded on her lap, and she looked at the two Daze maids standing in front of the table not far away.

Xu Di, the female official who followed from Lingxiao City, after carefully admonishing Qingling, withdrew with the people who served in the palace closely. The remaining two maids in the wedding room are all from the Marquis of Daze's mansion, with delicate and lovely appearances, combing the same style of buns, and their clothes are bright and festive. The two of them were not as cautious and respectful as the people in the Suzaku Palace, but they were quite a bit of a rainbow style, their eyes were attentive, and when they saw Qing Ling looking at them, they were not shy or afraid, but showed a lively smile because they were noticed by her.

Qing Ling was not a person who liked to hold a shelf, but at this moment, seeing the other party's friendly smile, he unconsciously bent the corners of his mouth, but the shallow arc, no matter how you look at it, there is a touch of vanity.

At this time, she was wearing a red long dress with streamer brocade, and the front placket and skirt were embroidered with gold thread to represent the lotus pattern of the Chaoyan royal family, which was enchanting and lifelike. On his head, he wore a pair of luxuriously shaped phoenix Jindian, and pulled up a green silk, revealing a fair-skinned and delicate neck.

Her facial features, inherited the nobility and elegance of the Zhang Gu family, were originally very suitable for a little powder, but the expression was too vivid in the past, which made people pay attention to her joyful laughter and anger, but it was easy to ignore her own appearance. At this time, her eyebrows were swept, a small fire lotus gold leaf was pasted on her forehead, and her lips were moistened with danfat, which resembled petals, soft and fragrant, and her fragrance was attractive.

The two maids glanced at Qing Ling a few times, pursed the corners of their mouths and whispered a few words, and then their smiles deepened.

Qing Ling vaguely heard one of them say, "The young lady is really a beauty", and the other nodded and said, "It's a good match for our son." Her heart tightened, and the things that she had finally distracted from thinking about jumped into her mind again, and she clasped her hands for a moment, feeling a little sweaty.

She wondered if she should call the two maids over and talk to her for a few words, which could be regarded as a diversion of attention, but at this moment, the door of the house was opened from the outside, and the groom, dressed in a mysterious wedding dress, slowly walked in.

Qing Ling lowered his eyes suddenly.

Luo Yao walked to the table and glanced at the drinks and other items on it. One of the maids stepped forward and saluted, "Son, the slave maid pours a bar for you and your wife!" ”

The two of them kept watch for half the night, just to complete this last process and serve the newlyweds to drink the wine.

Luo Yao raised his hand, "No need. I'll do it myself," he smiled gently, "and you guys should go and rest early." ”

The two maids were all familiar with Luo Yao, and they knew that he had always treated his subordinates kindly, so they didn't hesitate, pursed their lips and glanced at Qing Ling again, snickered and quickly retreated.

Qing Ling listened to the two maids coming out of the house, and was worried for a moment, pinched his palm, and decided that it was better to strike first.

She raised her eyes and saw Luo Yao standing in front of the desk with his back to her, holding the wine jug and pouring wine, so she got up and walked over, and took a wine glass with her hand, "I'll do it myself." ”

In the glass light, Luo Yao stared at Qing Ling for a moment, then quickly looked away, and smiled gently and politely, "Okay." ”

As he spoke, he handed over the flask in his hand.

Qing Ling didn't say much, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all with his head up. Then it fills up again and drinks it all again.

The lady nagged many times that there were three cups of this wine, each of which had to be drunk hand in hand with the bridegroom.

But Qingling completely ignored the groom's existence, poured himself three glasses, burped, and put the wine glass back on the table with a bang.

She was sure in her heart that Luo Yao definitely didn't have the guts to remind herself that the ritual of drinking was wrong.

Sure enough, Luo Yao raised the cup in his hand and slowly finished the wine, all the way to silence.

Qing Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to pull away, but Luo Yao suddenly leaned in her direction.

He was much taller than her, and at this moment he suddenly approached in the light and shadow, as if with a sense of oppression that wanted to envelop her, so that her heart stopped beating suddenly, and her feet were weak, and she staggered two steps to the side as if she fled, and quickly widened the distance between them.

Luo Yao maintained a slightly leaning posture, but did not look at her, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, with a little mockery, and he hooked his finger and took the wine jug in front of Qingling's case.

"Scared?"

He poured himself two glasses, held the wine glass between his slender fingers and rotated it gently, looking down at the delicate acacia pattern depicted on it, "When Senior Sister should make this marriage, didn't she persuade me that the marriage was just a sale, a play between two people?" Since it's acting, what is the senior sister afraid of? ”

Qing Ling heard him call himself senior sister, his mood calmed down a little, raised his head, looked at his smiling and sarcastic face in the light, remembered his various gentleness and thoughtfulness to himself during today's wedding, and thought that it was just a means to make a show in front of people, so he also said coldly: "Who said I was afraid?" As I said earlier, when I saw you, I couldn't help but think of your devilish uncle, and I couldn't help but feel sick! Now that no one is watching the play, I don't even bother to act! ”

With that, he turned around and walked to the couch and raised his hand to pick the gold on his head.

Luo Yao put down the wine glass suddenly, as if he was being dragged by a demonic emotion, and followed, and suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly from behind.

The slender body in his arms stiffened suddenly, which made his heart ache, but he was finally reluctant to let go.

He turned her cheek over her face, his eyes burning as he wandered through it.

The white forehead with the gold leaf of the fire lotus, the eyelashes trembling like the wings of an ink butterfly, the delicate cheeks dyed red, and then the red lips that had great magical power to him.

He stared greedily, his eyes as if they were gilded with a golden halo, shining, bewitching, like flowing clouds and glow, and the illusion of the valley, which could charm the soul and absorb the soul.

But Qing Ling didn't dare to look at him at all, lowered her eyes, only felt him so close, her warm breath was mixed with the smell of wine, her vigorous body was tough, and there was an irresistible domineering in the strength of hugging her, everything made her feel extremely strange and afraid.

Her hand, still pinching the hairpin tail that fixed Jin Tian, was withdrawn before she had time to think about it. The wind and mist sideburns, the green silk was scattered, and the golden hairpin in his hand reversed and swung out, stabbing at Luo Yao vigorously.

Luo Yao waved his hand to block Qingling's attack, grabbed her wrist by the way, and his actions seemed to be effortless.

Qing Ling trembled, unable to tell whether it was anger, fear, or sadness. She understands that she is by no means Luo Yao's opponent in the competition of force, and if you want to discuss the reason, he also has the right to make certain demands on her.

Even before the female official left just now, she had repeatedly told her vaguely: "Your Highness is now a married woman, and everything needs to be respected by your husband, and when the prince comes in and sleeps with His Highness, His Highness must follow his wishes." After saying that, he handed her a pair of silk scrolls. Qing Ling unfolded it and only glanced at it, and then immediately stuffed it into the corner of the bed.

It's not that she doesn't understand the meaning of the flower candle in the cave room, but she never thought that Luo Yao would use force on her.

She and Luo Yao looked at each other, and thousands of thoughts flashed through her mind for a while, but she couldn't sort out or catch any of them. Rao is she has been training in the court hall in the Chaoyan Palace for several years, and she boasts that she can generally be able to be in danger without fear of chaos, but the situation in front of her is really beyond the scope of what she can deal with calmly.

Luo Yao looked at her for a while, suddenly let go of his hand, took a step back, bent down to pick up the Jin Tian that had just slipped from her hair and fell to the ground, and turned around and put it on the mirror by the window.

He was also in a chaotic mood at the moment, and he couldn't figure out whether he regretted or didn't regret his impulsive act just now, turned his back to Qing Ling, reached out and pushed open the window, and exhaled slightly.

The cold moon outside the window is silent, the night breeze is cool, and the lanterns in the garden under the eaves are reflected, but they can't add a touch of warmth.

A wisp of whimpering flute sound, out of nowhere, came low and turning, lingering and resentful, like a lonely soul floating in this dark night, leading to a bleak and murderous realm, which made the listener's heart tremble and burst into tears.

Luo Yao was a little surprised at first, and couldn't guess who dared to play such a sad joy on his wedding night, and then slowly realized the answer.

He turned his head to look at Qing Ling, and saw that her green silk was falling, and her expression was still a little panicked when she struggled before, and there was crystal water vapor between her slightly drooping eyes, pinching the golden hairpin with one hand, and inadvertently grabbing the placket of her chest with the other.

Luo Yao remembered that day in the cave outside Zhuoyuan, she fell almost lifelessly in his arms, and her divine power disappeared little by little.

But there was nothing he could do, nothing could be done.

In that kind of heart-wrenching torment, no matter how strong the emotion is, it will only turn into nothingness in the end.

As long as she was still by his side, he thought, should he be satisfied?

Standing silently for a moment, Luo Yao closed the window, slowly walked to Qing Ling, and gently grabbed her hand that was clutched in front of her chest.

Qing Ling was stunned as if he was awake, and looked up at Luo Yao.

At this moment, the expression on his face was unfamiliar to her, it seemed to be complicated and difficult to distinguish, and it seemed to be clear and obvious that the secret in his heart was about to come out.

She remembered the fire lotus he had ignited for himself that day in the cave, and the illusion he had weaved. Remembering that the two of them were snuggling up to each other, his warm, slightly moist breath blew into her hairline. Thinking of walking in the rain that day, his eyebrows were like ink feathers, his lips were red, and there was a touch of charm in the outline of his facial features, which looked particularly confusing in the background of rain and fog. remembered that night in the bedroom of her mansion, he grabbed her hands, stared at her with glass eyes, and asked, "Senior sister, is this kind of day really what you want?" ”

The sound of the flute outside the window was still entwined in the night breeze, and it continued to flow into the house with the breath of people's thoughts.

Qing Ling closed his eyes tiredly, then opened them again, moved his lips, and wanted to say something, "You ......"

Luo Yao took the lead in opening his mouth, "It's not too early, let's go to bed." ”

He returned to his usual look of smiling but not smiling, took Qing Ling's hand, walked to the couch, raised his hand to lower the curtain, and made a gesture: "Senior sister, sleep inside." ”

Qing Ling's heart was beating like a drum for a while, and he sank, "I warn you, if you dare to mess around again, don't blame me for being polite!" ”

Luo Yao lowered his head and untied his robe, his tone was light and light, "Don't worry, I don't like to force people." Just now, I just wanted to scare you. ”

Qing Ling remembered the scene of Shicai, and couldn't help but beat faster, standing in place and brewing emotions for a while, Fang Cai pointed to the bed fiercely, "You sleep inside!" ”

Luo Yao smiled, took off his coat and hair crown, lay down on the inside of the bed, and pulled the brocade cover to his body.

Qing Ling wrapped in her wedding dress and carefully lay on the edge of the couch, separated from Luo Yao by at least two feet.

As soon as she fell asleep, she felt something move from the person next to her, and she hurriedly bounced up, staring inward with wide eyes in alarm.

Who knew that Luo Yao just turned over and turned his back towards Qing Ling.

Qing Ling sat stunned for a moment, then slowly lay down again, looking at the luminous beads hanging on the top of the tent.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of the flute outside the house finally stopped.

In the happy tent that suddenly fell quiet, only the slight breathing sound of the two people remained.

In fact, this is not the first time the two have slept in the same bed. When Chongwu, when we went to Zhanggu Mountain for the first time, and when we were in the cave outside Zhuoyuan, Qingling had been intimate with him without any scruples.

But at that time, he was just her little seven, a junior brother like a sibling.

And now,

Qing Ling turned her head slightly, looked at the back of the person beside her, and sighed quietly in her heart, he had become her husband.