"No...... I don't want it! I don't want to wear that! ”

Yejiu struggled violently.

Beigong Priest restrained her and took out something from the wooden box on the platform next to the stone gate.

Ye Jiu looked at that thing in a daze.

Beigong Sai smiled with black eyes: "Wife, tulle and this, choose one." ”

Ye Jiu grabbed the placket of the Beigong Sacrifice, only feeling that he was now like meat on the board, being slaughtered.

She bit her lower lip, and finally hugged Beigong Sai's waist and buried her in his arms.

Beigong Sai smiled at the corner of his lips and put the thing back in the wooden box.

Actually, he really didn't think to ...... this thing At best, it will only scare her.

Beigong raised his hand, gently pulled her belt, and took off her clothes little by little.

After a while, a voice came from the stone chamber.

The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold......

Afterwards, the Beigong priest walked out of the stone room with Ye Jiu, who had fallen asleep, and came to a hot spring.

Carefully cleaned up her body, washed it roughly, pulled over the clothes that had been prepared earlier, and put them on for Yejiu one by one.

It was already evening when the two came out.

As the sun sets, the sky is full of red, and the sunset spreads half of the sky.

Beigong Sai walked out of the bedroom with the person in his arms and walked into the side hall.

In the side hall, Nalan Rongzhi held the teacup in one hand and took a sip lightly.

The tea is already a little cold.

Looking at the person who walked in, his dark eyes were cold.

"It's so angry."

Beigong Sacrifice smiled: "If you hadn't let her go, I would have needed to have such a big anger?" ”

Nalan Rongzhi put down the teacup, stood up, and took the sleeping Yejiu from his hand.

The lips are slightly swollen, the red marks looming under the placket, and there are some tear stains on the face.

Nalan Rongzhi crossed the North Palace Festival with Ye Jiu in his arms and walked out of the side hall.

Beigong Sai clasped his hands around his chest, leaning against the door, with a hint of scarlet feet between his delicate eyebrows, he lazily looked at Nalan Rongzhi's distant back: "Be gentle with her." ”

Nalan Rong didn't stop and continued to walk forward.

Beigong Shi snorted lightly, knowing that the man had listened.

——

Yejiu woke up faintly, staring blankly at the warm tent above.

"My wife is awake."

A cold voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Startled, she turned her head and saw someone sitting on the edge of the bed.

I opened my mouth to say something, but my throat hurt very much.

Nalan Rongzhi poured a glass of water and fed it to Yejiu to drink.

After drinking a glass of water, her throat was much better, and Yejiu coughed lightly.

"Ahem, when is that now?"

"It's evening." Nalan Rongzhi stretched out his hand and hugged Yejiu in his arms.

Yejiu blinked.

It turned out to be so late.

Mutter~

There was a sound in the stomach.

Ye Jiu's cheeks were slightly red, and she said, "That...... Is there anything to eat? ”

Nalan Rongzhi hugged Ye Jiu to the table and sat down: "Lingxi, pass the meal." ”

Lingxi's voice sounded outside the door: "Yes, side husband." ”

In a few moments, a group of servants entered the dormitory, trays in both hands.

The servants put the dishes on the table and stepped back one by one.

"Wife, eat it."

After eating, I can do something else.

Nalan Rong thought silently.

The innocent Yejiu thought that he had escaped the prison of the Beigong Festival, but he didn't know that he had entered the tiger's den again.

Ye Jiu moved: "You just put me on the stool." ”

Nalan Rongzhi's dark eyes were dark, her voice was slightly hoarse, and her arms wrapped around her waist, with a hint of undoubted meaning: "The wife eats here." ”