This night is destined to be the night of candles in their cave room.

The red Xipa, covered on the head, as far as the eye can see, there is only a small square red carpet where you settle - the wedding carpet of the flower candles in the cave room, which is also a red color, embroidered with gold silk with various auspicious totems.

Lin Ruo was held by Murong Chong's hand, walked forward step by step, raised his feet, and stepped onto the bed; Turn around and sit down steadily. Then, the mattress beside her sank slightly, and she clearly felt that Murong Chong was sitting beside her.

"Ask the bridegroom to pick up the hippa with a weighing rod, and be satisfied from now on!"

Lin Ruo heard Murong Chong say this in a deep voice.

The golden rod of the scale picks up a corner of the hippa through the flow velocity at the bottom.

Lin Ruo had never felt that he would be so nervous. On the night of the candle in the cave room of the wedding, she could still talk to Murong Chong, and even dared to discuss with him how to make the blood stains on the handkerchief fake and real; But now, she felt that her breathing was messy, and her slender hands were tightly clenched at the corners of her clothes.

Xipa was lifted up little by little, revealing Lin Ruo's face little by little, and then, Murong Chong met the other party's slowly raised eyes, and the watery eyes were as clear as ever, making his heart pound.

The feelings of ordinary people are often step-by-step: the orders of parents, the words of matchmakers, flowers and candles in the cave room, husbands and children. But the two of them are ingenious and unexpected in every step. The candles in this cave house were all after a year and a half of marriage.

It's just that because of this, the relationship between them is even more unforgettable for each other.

Encounters, holding hands, looking at each other, affection has long been rooted.

At first glance, it is difficult to collect, and the desire is uncontrollable.

It was as if a spark had fallen into boiling oil, its body was ignited by the heat, and its blood was burned to boil.

Murong Chong approached her little by little, sniffing the unique mugwort fragrance on her body, the tips of his nose were intertwined, and his magnetic voice called in a low voice: "Madam......"

Lin Ruo's face was flushed, and she hummed softly, letting the other party's gentle kiss fall on her forehead, eyes, and cheeks little by little, slowly going down, gently tracing her lips, and then going deeper and deeper little by little.

The hairpins on his head were removed one by one, and the brocade on his body was reduced layer by layer.

The green silk spread out as she lay on her back on the red brocade, lining her skin even more red and white. Those clear and smart eyes also carry a seductive affection.

Murong Chong propped one hand on Lin Ruo's side, and the other hand rubbed against her, and his hoarse voice rubbed against his soft lips that refused to leave: "Don't be afraid, I will be very light." ”

Lin Ruo didn't speak, his gaze drifted to the other side shyly.

The corners of Murong Chong's mouth hooked, and he took the other party to taste the bone-eroding Wushan Yunyu together. The soft moan inspired by Lin Ruo's red lips was the most beautiful voice for him at the moment.

It was late at night. There was a thin layer of snow outside, but inside the house, it was still warm. After cleaning up, Lin Ruo was sleepy, rubbed in that warm and firm embrace in a daze, and fell asleep. Murong Chong gently looked at Lin Ruo, who was well-behaved and asleep, and imprinted a kiss on the top of her head. Then, maintaining a posture with one head against the neck socket and one thin lip against the tip of the hair, they attached themselves to each other and fell asleep soundly.

It wasn't until the second day that the sky was bright, Lin Ruo opened his eyes in a daze, and just looked at her affectionately at Murong Chong's gentle eyes, I don't know how long he looked at her like this, but he couldn't bear to disturb her sleep.

"Awake?"

“…… Well. ”

Realizing what had happened yesterday, Lin Ruo's face unconsciously flushed.

Such a thin-skinned Lin Ruo made Murong Chong feel very lovable, so he didn't tease her anymore.

"Are you hungry?"

"It's a bit ......"

"So, do you want someone to bring breakfast to your room, or do we go to the front room for dinner?"

Lin Ruo blinked and chose the latter. She was still not used to having breakfast in such a beautiful atmosphere.

Murong Chong naturally did what she wanted, watched her get dressed, and then called Youcao and Zhuxuan to clean her face and comb her hair. When the bun was combed, he took out a hidden wooden box and came behind her, then opened the wooden box and coughed lightly: "Try this hairpin." ”

Lin Ruo turned his head sideways, looking at the hairpin carved from rosewood, exuding a faint sandalwood fragrance, the cloud pattern of the hairpin tail was polished very smooth, and the hairpin tail was engraved with the word "Ruo" in seal body, which was Murong Chong's handwriting.

Murong Chong put his fist to his lips and said a little unnaturally: "This is what I carved myself." ”

Knot hair and Jun know, to end the old age.

The husband gave his wife a hand-carved hairpin, and when he tied his hair on the second day of marriage, he pinned it to his wife, which means that the husband promised that he would only wish the other party to be his wife in this life, and he was unswerving.

Youcao and Zhuxuan exchanged glances with each other, with heartfelt joy in their eyes, happy for their own young lady.

You must know that the custom of carving hairpins for their wives is becoming less and less common in the homes of powerful people, and most people will choose to ask a craftsman to make one for them, or buy one directly from which shop to go through the motions. Like Murong Chong, it is really rare to pick Lin Ruo's favorite rosewood and carve such a hairpin with his own hands.

"Bring it for me."

Lin Ruo turned his head slightly, and Murong Chong looked at the mirror and gestured for a long time before inserting the hairpin into his hair.

Lin Ruo looked at the mirror, changed the angle, looked at it several times, and asked out loud, "Is it good-looking?" ”

Youcao and Zhuxuan said in unison: "It's beautiful!" ”

After the freshening stopped, Murong Chong sent Youcao and Zhuxuan to the front hall to arrange a meal first, and in Lin Ruo's puzzled gaze, in front of her, opened the wooden box, and there was a rosewood hairpin lying inside, which was similar to the pattern and appearance of the flower she wore on her head, the only difference was that the hairpin tail was engraved with two seal characters - "Meng Yao".

Gu Mengyao, her former name, or rather, the name of her previous life.

Murong Chong was telling her that whether she was Lin Ruo or Gu Mengyao, it was just a name, and the wife he identified was the person in front of him. If her name is Lin Ruo, then the hairpin given to her is engraved with the word "Ruo", if her name is Gu Mengyao, then he will carve the same hairpin and engrave "Mengyao".

He would prove it to her in such a simple way, and that's it.

Lin Ruomo held the "Meng Yao" on the hairpin tail, then held the two words in the palm of his hand, put them on his heart, raised his head, met Murong Chong's gentle gaze, leaned over, and gently scratched his face.

Taking advantage of the moment when Murong Chong was stunned, she quickly hid the hairpin, and then got up, intending to flee the room quickly, but unfortunately she still overestimated herself. Just as she ran to the door and was about to open it, a pair of large, bony hands covered her hands and hugged her from behind.

Lin Ruo could feel that Murong Chong's stubble was rubbing against her skin.

Murong Chong slowly held her hand, pushed open the door together, and whispered in her ear: "It snowed last night, the ground is slippery, walk slowly, be careful of falling...... "Bai Plated The latest chapter of the "Female Business Owl Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.