"Are you blaming Princess Ben?" Lan Qing's tone was a little cold, and the gentleness that she had perched in her eyes just now dissipated suddenly.

"How dare I."

Jiang Rin didn't see much oppression, he raised his head, stared at the starry sky that was not prosperous and brilliant tonight, and sighed, "I'm just the pillow person of the princess in the future, and I just want to be on the united front with the princess." ”

Lan Qing turned her face away and didn't say a word more.

The two continued to walk in silence, it was not so easy for Lan Qing to let go of her guard, especially since she was still a royal person, and if she made a mistake, she would lose everything.

Lan Qing felt that she couldn't afford to lose, so she wouldn't gamble easily.

Jiang Rin walked to her side and carefully took her hand, "It's late at night, the princess and I will go back to rest together." ”

His strength was not heavy, but he raised his arms slightly and overlapped him, obviously he was so weak, and doing this made him feel extra relieved.

A very reliable look.

Lan Qing couldn't help but smile at the strange thought in her heart, and the atmosphere between the two returned to the calm it had just now.

"Well, let's go."

Tonight's wedding was not so complicated, it was specially designed by Lan Qing, after she and Jiang Rin returned to the house, Jiang Rin saw the pair of pure gold wine glasses placed under the pair of dragon and phoenix red candles in front of the table.

Lan Qing had just changed into bedclothes, sat on the couch, and looked up to see that Jiang Rin had already made the wine and walked over with two small pure gin glasses.

Lan Qing was slightly stunned, and then remembered that the two of them hadn't drunk a glass of wine yet.

It's just that many years ago, the rule of handing over a glass of wine was abandoned when the empress ascended the throne.

"Princess, I have a reluctant request." Jiang Rin's gaze was under the dancing candle flame, as if there was a layer of soft water waves.

"I know." Lan Qing seemed helpless, but also extremely generous, and pointed to the wine glass in his hand that he wanted to hand over, "Sit down, I'll drink this glass of wine with you." ”

Jiang Rin deepened the smile on the corner of his mouth and handed her one of the wine glasses.

Lan Qing took the wine glass, the small handle of the glass was cool, penetrating into her fingertips, she and Jiang Rin pulled the distance, smelling the faint aroma of herbs on his body, a little bitter.

To have such a deep herbal breath lingering, he should have been tossed a lot since he was a child.

The arms of the two were folded, and the glass of wine was gently handed to his mouth by Jiang Rin's fair and slender hand, the wine was clear, Lan Qing opened a small sip slightly, and drank it.

The unique agar wine in the palace has a sweet taste, but the aroma is rich, long-lasting, and fragrant.

Lan Qing and Jiang Rin finished drinking and exchanged glasses of wine, and Jiang Rin pulled the wine glass back.

Lan Qing was about to say something, taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Rin attacked closely, and suddenly, the force of a dragonfly like water, mixed with the temperature pressed down from the lip flap.

"Jiang ......" Lan Qing panicked for a moment, and couldn't help but call his name.

Jiang Rin skillfully grasped her helpless hands, and took advantage of the situation to push her to the soft bed, and the green silk fell down and brushed her skin.

"The beautiful scenery of the good day, the princess must not live up to it."

There was a slight hint of a different kind of low voice, Lan Qing seemed to be a little drunk, and when she pulled the cart like this, her head began to be a little groggy.

She grabbed Jiang Rin's shirt and hesitated, "But your body ......"

"Nothing."

The red candle jumped, Jiang Rin pulled down the curtain of the bed, the night was still very long, and the dragon and phoenix candles were burning, covering up the noise of this room.