Pulling the little green dress and sitting side by side, Zhang Zheng didn't say anything. It was obviously a big day, but there was a faint melancholy in Zhang Zheng's heart.

I can't say why, maybe it's out of guilt for Xiao Lusheng, and I haven't been able to give her an explanation for so many years.

Or maybe it was the complaining look that Cui Shu threw to herself before leaving. Or maybe it's because the wife who is married today is too young.

In short, Zhang Zheng's heart does not have the sense of expectation and joy of the big wedding at all. After sitting for I don't know how long, the night breeze in June blew on Zhang Zheng's face, which made Zhang Zheng's dizzy head sober up a lot.

Xiao Lushang looked at Zhang Zheng's face that looked a little confused because he was drunk, and said softly: "Shaolangjun, it's not early, don't let Her Royal Highness the princess wait for a long time." Zhang Zheng took a deep look at the little green dress, the pretty Lori in the past is now a slim girl.

The girl said don't let the princess wait for a long time, but there was a faint sadness hidden in her eyes.

She knew that she was just a slave, and she didn't dare to have too much extravagance for Zhang Zheng, even if they were childhood sweethearts who grew up together.

It is enough for the man in front of him to leave a corner for her in his heart, it is really enough.

Zhang Zheng looked at Xiao Lusheng's face and suddenly kissed her on the lips. This kiss, the kiss is deep.

Xiao Lusheng showed a look of surprise in her eyes, and symbolically struggled twice, but Zhang Zheng hugged her very tightly.

Then the consternation in his eyes turned into a touch of surprise, and then he closed his eyes and stopped struggling, and began to respond to Zhang Zheng's kiss jerkyly.

As always, blushing. After kissing for an unknown amount of time, the moonlight in the sky quietly disappeared into the thick clouds, and Zhang Zheng hugged the little green dress in his arms and was about to walk towards the room.

But Xiao Lushang suddenly resisted Zhang Zheng's embrace, and said softly: "Shaolangjun, not today, Her Royal Highness the princess is still waiting for you." Zhang Zheng couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart when he heard this, and he woke up.

After being silent for a long time, Zhang Zheng put down the little green dress and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry." The moon peeked out of the clouds again, and the little green dress's face bloomed into a bright smile for a moment.

Two cute little dimples appeared on the red little face, and there was a strong affection in the big black eyes, making it impossible to tell which was the moon and which was the eyes.

The little green dress wrapped around Zhang Zheng's waist, buried his face in Zhang Zheng's chest, and felt the heartbeat of his lover, which was so powerful in the quiet night sky.

"Go ahead." Xiao Lushang pushed Zhang Zheng away, turned around and disappeared into the darkness. He has her in his heart, and that's enough.

Looking at the petite and slightly thin back of the little green dress, Zhang Zheng's heart tingled. He has always been relatively slow when it comes to feelings.

But being dull doesn't mean he doesn't understand, how can he not understand the scruples of Little Green Dress. It's just that neither of them has the ability to resist everything.

Zhang Zheng now has three women, and for these three women, the only one Zhang Zheng is sure that he loves in his heart is Xiao Lusheng.

Cui Shu's matter was completely an accident, Zhang Zheng did not deny that he had the idea of seeing the color, but it was very reluctant to say love.

And Her Royal Highness the princess is an unkind part of fate. This unkindness is not only for Zhang Zheng, but also for Qinghe.

At the age of eleven, can she understand what feelings are? Zhang Zheng smiled bitterly, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

In today's new house, his bride is still waiting for him. Zhang Zheng gently pushed open the door of the new house, and the big red candle lit in the room reflected the whole room.

Sitting on the bed, the little head was like a chicken pecking rice, and Qinghe, little by little, was woken up by Zhang Zheng's push on the door.

"Husband, are you back......" Qinghe's little face was filled with a happy smile for a moment, and when he saw Zhang Zheng, he seemed to be sleepy.

Zhang Zheng came to Qinghe, looked at Qinghe's little face full of tiredness, and said with a smile: "If Her Royal Highness the princess is tired, go to sleep first, don't wait for me." ”

"No, no, no, the queen mother said, we will be husband and wife in the future, and husband and wife are one. How can a wife go to bed before her husband returns? Xiao Qinghe shook his head like a rattle when he heard this, and looked at Zhang Zheng's big eyes full of sincerity.

When Zhang Zheng heard this, his heart sank again. Qing Heming doesn't understand what feelings are, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that from now on, he is all he has.

Three points of affection, can you afford it?

"Husband, I'm hungry, I left you a dish, you eat something first, and then we'll go to bed after drinking the wine......" Xiao Qinghe's voice sounded again, even though she was only eleven years old, when she said drink the wine and go to bed, a trace of shame flashed on her little face.

"Okay." Zhang Zheng walked to the table and sat down without any hesitation, regardless of whether the dishes on the table were still hot or not, he lifted the chopsticks and began to gobble up.

He was so hungry that he didn't eat a bite of food in the afternoon, so he drank and vomited up. Now that there is food, where is there room for Zhang Zheng to choose.

Qinghe sat opposite Zhang Zheng with his hands on his cheeks, and watched Zhang Zheng gobble up with a smile. Zhang Zheng casually ate a few bites of vegetarian dishes, and then held a cold roast chicken and nibbled on it.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Qinghe seemed to have completely put himself into the role of his wife, and gently wiped a little oil stain from Zhang Zheng's face with a handkerchief.

Zhang Zheng, a big man, was blushed by Qinghe's sudden movements. A roast chicken quickly turned into a pile of skeletons and lay out on the table.

After Zhang Zheng finished eating a chicken, he only felt that he finally had a little stock in his stomach.

"Hiccup~" made a long hiccup, and Zhang Zheng drank all the grapes in the glass cup. As soon as he wanted to get up and go out to rinse his mouth, Qinghe gently clapped his hands, and a burly woman with a full face and a burly woman about fifteen or sixteen years old wearing a pale goose yellow lady's dress appeared next to Zhang Zheng with washing utensils.

Zhang Zheng was shocked, there were two big living people in the room, and he didn't find out after coming in for so long?

Zhang Zheng's new house has only two rooms in total, the inner room is a bedroom, and the outer room is a room for resting, which is also used for personal maids to live.

Even if the wine was not gone when he came in just now, the two big living people were not invisible. But Zhang Zheng just didn't find it, it can only show one problem, these are two masters.

"Wash up for your husband." Qinghe commanded the two of them

"Yes." In response, the woman dressed as a lady had already put the willow branch into Zhang Zheng's mouth.

Another woman also rubbed her pancreas on a towel and gently wiped her face for Zhang Zheng.