Of course, Wang Yanxi knew what the prince was referring to, although she still felt a little lost in her heart, but she had no opinion on it, which was why he didn't want to drink Hejiu, she knew the reason, but she still respected him.

It's just a matter of handing over a glass of wine, and it's enough for him to drink it only once in his life with the woman he loves the most.

His affection for that woman was so deep that she had already been mentally prepared.

Wang Yanxi smiled and said, "Your Highness, rest assured, the concubines all understand." ”

The prince turned around and picked up the dagger on the table that had peeled fruit, walked to the bed without saying a word, and raised the dagger to cut a bright red cut in the palm of his hand with a white yuanpa on the big red quilt.

"Your Highness......"

Wang Yanxi exclaimed in surprise.

The prince remained silent, only clenched his palms, and let the blood drip down the flawless Yuanpa, which was dyed red and white, like a delicate and blooming red plum.

Wang Yanxi naturally knew what the meaning of the prince's actions was, but seeing him hurt himself like this, he still couldn't help but care, "Your Highness, the concubine can help you bandage it." ”

"No, you don't."

The prince's face was as calm as water, and he only clenched his palms under his wide sleeves, and then strode out.

"I'll go back to my bedroom tonight, and you can sleep in peace."

"Your Highness."

When Wang Yanxi heard this, he hurriedly stopped him, "Tonight is the wedding night of you and me, if you leave this room, presumably the news will be passed back to the queen mother immediately, this ......"

Wang Yanxi looked at Yuanpa, who was dyed red on the bed, blushed slightly and lowered his head, "This lie will naturally be self-defeating." ”

The crown prince was stunned, his face was tense, and he did not speak.

Wang Yanxi raised his head and plucked up his courage and said, "If the concubine doesn't let Xiaoyue send the bed quilt in again, I will force His Royal Highness to sleep in the same bed with the prince tonight......"

The prince frowned, he didn't have the habit of sharing a bed with other women, and subconsciously resisted.

He turned around the room and pointed to the narrow couch on the side, "You ask the maidservant to bring in the quilt, and I'll sleep tonight." ”

Wang Yanxi looked at the narrow warm couch, he is tall and has long legs, I am afraid it will be difficult to turn over, where can he sleep comfortably.

Wang Yanxi knew that he really didn't want to share the bed with her, so he said, "If you don't want your concubine to sleep on the couch, Your Highness will sleep on the bed." ”

"No, you don't."

The prince refused coldly, although he couldn't do it in the same bed with Wang Yanxi, but he couldn't do anything to let her sleep on the warm couch as a delicate woman.

The prince walked directly to the bed, took the quilt on the bed and put it on the warm couch, and did not untie his clothes, and closed his eyes when he lay on the warm couch and covered the quilt.

The king couldn't help it, so he didn't say much, but sighed in his heart, and ordered the maid outside to bring the bed quilt in again.

The night was uneventful.

Inside the Bingqing Garden, the lights are bright.

Yu Yang sat in front of the dresser in a daze, his eyes blank and his expression numb, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xiaoqiu and Xiaoyan stood behind them, looking at the food on the table that had already been cold for a long time, glanced at each other, and sighed faintly in their hearts.

No one could have imagined that Yu Liangdi would sit in front of the dresser for a day, like a shell that had lost her soul, and she didn't react at all.

Xiaoqiu and Xiaoyan thought that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had stayed here for one night last time, and the two had reconciled as before, but who knew that the relationship was still as stiff as a stone carving, and there was no progress at all.

Doesn't it mean that husband and wife are arguing at the end of the bed and at the end of the bed?

How come in front of His Highness and Yu Liangdi, none of this works?

Yu Yang sat there quietly like this, and after a long time, she saw a tear silently slipping from the corner of her mouth.

Tonight is his and Wang Yanxi's wedding night.

They should have slept hugging each other by now, right?

Yu Yang didn't dare to think about how they would linger and love, as long as she thought about it, her heart hurt, as if a spider web was coming from all directions, binding her up, layer by layer, making her unable to move, and her throat seemed to have a fishy sweetness, she didn't dare to move, just afraid that she would vomit blood if she moved.

Yu Yang became more and more desperate and tormented, covering his face and finally couldn't help crying.

When will this day be the end?