The maids and maids in the house all retreated, leaving only the groom and Song Qinghui on the wedding bed.

Song Qinghui listened to the footsteps from far to near, until he walked in front of her. For a moment, she held her breath, and her heart beat like a drum.

A jade ruyi lifted the hijab, and a stunning face appeared in front of Song Qinghui's eyes. When the four eyes met, Song Qinghui clearly saw that the other party's eyes were as thick as night, reflecting his pale face and dressed in costume.

Song Qinghui couldn't help but shrink back, not knowing whether he was forced back by the chill on his body, or simply scared.

Ji Fuxue didn't make a move to hurt her, but smiled at her very gently, and then knelt down on one knee and looked up at Song Qinghui: "Plough the snow next season." Xue Xue is a waste person, knowing that his identity insults Miss, if there is anything to bully Miss in the future, Xue Xue will not die well, and he will go to hell after death. ”

As a man with his own handicapped, he actually said the word "waste" so lightly. Song Qinghui was stunned for a while, and when he reacted, he had already hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand, "King Ning's words are serious, this is a day of great joy, it is not appropriate to say this." Get up. ”

Even if he is a eunuch, he can't hide the bloody storm he raised in the court and the princely status of the emperor himself. Song Qinghui didn't dare to despise him, and he couldn't afford this ceremony, but Ji Fanxue didn't seem to care about this, and knelt in front of her willingly.

His lips were cold, not as warm as normal people. Skimming over his palm as light as mist, Song Qinghui instantly withdrew his hand, and his palm felt hot for some reason.

Seeing that Song Qinghui's ears were red, the girl's lowered eyelashes cast a small shadow like a crow feather. The candle shadow flickered, and in the dimness, Song Qinghui gently bit his lower lip, not daring to look at the other party's face again.

Ji Fanxue seemed to see through her heart, and did not take any further action, but just swept all the fruits on the bed to the ground for her, and was happy to be spread out, "It's late at night, Miss rest." ”

Song Qinghui was originally a little afraid and resentful of Ji Fuxue, but now after he met, he lightened a little. This person doesn't seem to be as fierce and vicious as the rumors say, the person in front of her is like a Zhilan Yushu, and she is polite, which makes her hateful foothold fall into the air.

"Just call me Qinghui." Song Qinghui saw that he wanted to make a bunk under the bed, and suddenly felt a little unbearable in his heart, so he was ruthless, and moved a place to reserve a seat for Ji Fuxue, "The night dew is heavy, come up and sleep together." ”

Ji Fanxue's eyes darkened a little, and the gentle smile on her face still did not diminish at all, "Miss Xie loves to turn the snow." ”

His movements were very light, and he seemed to be cautious about his beloved things, even if he slept in the quilt, he didn't touch Song Qinghui for a moment. The two of them slept together, and the candles in the cave room should be the time for the newlyweds to spend the Spring Festival together, but the quiet in the happy room was terrible.

Song Qinghui closed her eyes, thinking about the prince and her brother kneeling in the palace, and she didn't know if the words that she asked her subordinates to pass on for her were brought to ...... After thinking about it, Song Qinghui fell asleep in a daze.

Ji Fuxue closed his eyes and lay on the bed, quietly listening to the snow falling outside the house and the crackling candles. There was an even breathing sound beside him, and Ji Fuxue silently turned her head to look at Song Qinghui, seeing that her brows were clustered, sleeping very deeply but not peacefully.

He stretched out his hand to help her smooth her eyebrows, but his hand stopped in mid-air and hesitated, thought for a long time, and then took it back.

It's that he doesn't deserve it.