Along the way, in the martial law of the black-clothed guards and the Imperial Forest Army, they finally returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion after blowing and blowing around the imperial capital.

Although he was already mentally prepared, at this time, Song Qing's nervous palms were still sweating.

Holding the red silk in his hand, he was at the other end of the red silk.

Perhaps sensing her nervousness, a low voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Don't be afraid."

Hearing his voice, Song hummed softly.

"Hmm."

"The auspicious time has come."

"Worship heaven and earth."

"Two worship the high hall."

"Husband and wife worship each other."

"Licheng, send it to the cave room."

In the voice of the ceremonial official, Song Qing and Zhao Cheng worshipped heaven and earth.

In a burst of cheers, Song Qing was helped into the new room, that is, the room of Zhao Cheng in the main courtyard. When it comes to the new house, it's just a matter of waiting.

Zhao Cheng simply entertained the guests, and then left after a casual drink of two glasses. As for wanting to make trouble in his cave room, they don't dare to give those people ten dares.

As night fell, the sound of red candle gas came from the room. Festive reds fill the room. The mandarin duck happy quilt, red bed curtains, and red paper-cut red double happiness were pasted on the door and window.

At this time, Song Qing sat quietly on the edge of the bed in a red wedding dress, because he had a red hijab on his head, so he could only see the floor as far as he could see.

Just as she was about to reach out and open it, she was immediately stopped by Lin Qing, who was standing beside her.

"Miss, you can't lift it, the red hijab on the day of marriage will be uncovered by the groom."

"Got it."

Song Qing reluctantly put down her hand and continued to wait, she had been sitting for a long time, but she didn't expect her patience to be so good.

"Madame is hungry, my lord told me that if Madame is hungry, eat something first."

The man in her family is careful.

"Well, let's eat two pastries first."

"Okay, ma'am, I'll go get it."

Lin Qing said as he walked to the table and took two pieces of walnut cake for Song Qing. Back at the bedside, Lin Qing put the walnut crisp in Song Qing's hand.

"Madame, you eat first."

"Okay."

Ate pastries.

Song Qing waited for a while, and then heard a slight footstep at the door.

Hearing the voice, Song Qing knew that it was Zhao Cheng who came.

My heart was beating fast and I was nervous.

The hand under the sleeve unconsciously clenched the clothes, and said that he was okay not to be nervous, but he still couldn't stop the sweat of his palms, which were very honest.

Walking into the room, Zhao Cheng waved his hand to retreat.

"I wish my lord and my wife a happy wedding and a happy 100 years of marriage."

"Reward."

After Lin Qing led the people to retreat, he also closed the door by the way. For a while, only Zhao Cheng and Song Qing were left in the festive room.

Zhao Cheng walked to the table, took the weighing rod, walked to Song Qing, and reached out to pick up her red hijab.

The red hijab that blocked the view was lifted, and Song Qing raised his eyes to look at the person standing in front of him. I knew that he was good-looking, but I didn't expect it to be even worse now.

He was slender and straight, with a jade crown and a delicately woven red tassel-style headband hanging between his black hair. A cold and handsome face, deep and deep eyes, a bright red wedding dress, and a jade pendant tied around his waist as a decoration.

What is called Zhilan Yushu, the elegance is peerless, this is it.

It turned out that the third master wore a wedding dress like this. Compared to the unattainable height when he was usually dressed in black, his aura is obviously a lot calmer now.

When Song despised Zhao Cheng, his gaze also fell on her.

Under the candle flame.

She wore a red wedding dress, and she couldn't hide her good figure. The eyes are bright and bright, as bright as peach blossoms, and the eyes that look at him seem to contain autumn water, and the smoke and waves are slightly seductive.

He has always known that she was born well, but her beauty is beautiful and moving, but now there is a little more charm in that beauty, as if it is a blooming delicate flower waiting for him to pick.

They got married.

Looking at her, Zhao Cheng said in a low voice: "Let Madame wait for a long time." ”

From now on, she will be her wife, and she is the person who will accompany her for the rest of her life.

His voice was low and magnetic, and he could see that it was obviously the first time he had called someone like this, and his voice was a little stiff. At that lady's voice, there was a crispy and numb feeling flowing in my heart.

Song Qing stretched out his hand and gently grabbed his sleeve, and blushed and screamed.

"Husband."

Delicate and soft, Zhao Cheng paused, and his eyes were dark.

Husband?

It's good.

It's also terrible.

Seeing him looking at himself stunned, Song Qing blushed and pointed to the table, and said in a low voice: "That, I haven't drunk a glass of wine yet." ”

Zhao Cheng smiled faintly, in a happy mood.

"In such a hurry."

Song was embarrassed.

"Whoever is in a hurry, there is none."

Zhao Cheng reached out and held her hand, pulled the person up from the bed, and led her to the table. Stretched out his hand and poured a glass of wine for each of them, and then handed Song Qing a glass.

The two glanced at each other, grabbed each other's wrists and drank a glass of wine.

Zhao Cheng sat down at the table, stretched out his hand and pulled Song Qing into his arms and let him sit on his lap.

"Are you hungry?"

Song nodded lightly.

"Sort of."

"Eat something then."

Zhao Cheng picked up the chopsticks as he spoke, took the food and handed it to her lips.

"I, I'll do it myself."

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"Don't be hungry, you eat."

"Okay."

"This salad is good, refreshing and delicious, and these snacks are also quite delicious."

"Well, you eat more."

After eating briefly, Song Qing also washed up briefly, and then sat down in front of the dresser and took off the hair crown and headdress on his head.

Sure enough, it was a lot easier.

And Zhao Cheng stood quietly beside her, looking very patient.

Song Qing's first love was Zhao Cheng, so naturally he had never experienced anything between men and women. She knew before that it would hurt to experience this kind of thing for the first time.

Thinking of what happened next, Song Qing's face was very hot, and he was also a little expectant.

"Alright."

Song said lightly, reached out and straightened his hair, and stood up from the dresser.

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Song Qing's waist and took the person into his arms, and called her in a low voice.

"Ma'am."

A deep voice sounded slowly, and Song Qing's heart was pounding.

Touching her hair lightly and comfortingly, Zhao Cheng said in a deep voice: "In this life, as long as you are a husband in this world for a day, you will never let anyone bully you." ”

Song nodded lightly.

"yes, I know."

"I ......"

Zhao Cheng was about to say something to reassure Song Qing, when he saw her reach out and wrap her arms around his neck, tiptoe kisses landed on his lips.

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then his body was very honest and turned passive into active. This time, instead of restraint, he bent down and picked her up and walked towards the bed.

The clothes retreated.

The bed curtain fell.

The big red wedding dress fell to the ground, and the small clothes embroidered with mandarin ducks by the candle flame were quietly put on the man's underwear.

The breeze outside the window was blowing, the bed curtains fluttered gently, and a pair of figures were reflected on the bed in the flickering candle flame. The night was intermittent, and the sound of sobbing lasted until the second half of the night.

"Madame, I love you."

I love you too.

Tired Song fell asleep.

Zhao Cheng leaned on the bed and looked at the petite figure lying in his arms. He reached out and took her hand against his cheek.

I can't help but remember when I first met her.

If he had known that she would be his wife, he would have taken it for himself in the first place.

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(End of chapter)