Qingchen sat quietly in the cave room, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a low voice: "Jinyan, change my clothes for me." ”

"Princess, this is not in accordance with the rules...... Qiu Rong, who was a dowry on the side, immediately spoke, wanting to persuade.

"No problem. Qingchen Wu lifted the hijab covering his face, and looked at Qiu Rong with a light expression.

Qiu Rong looked at Mu Qingchen, she was clearly a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, delicate and weak, but the smile that raised her eyes and nodded her head made her shudder.

Jin Yan got the order, so he took off the complicated Luo skirt on Qingchen's body and changed into a bedtime wrap, the autumn weather was not cold, but it still made Qingchen's body tremble.

"Go down, all of you. Qingchen commanded, waving off Jinyan and Qiurong.

The two retreated according to their words, and Mu Qingchen was suddenly the only one left in the happy room, ignoring the cold of his body exposed to the air, took out a burden from the wedding box and threw it under the bed.

After cleaning up, Qingchen closed his eyes and lay on the bed, listening to the sound of silk and bamboo in the front yard of King Yi's mansion falling into his ears, playing a ridiculous joy.

Everyone knows that a proton who has been in the enemy country for ten years, a princess who came to the enemy country to make peace, has no status in the country of Ningyue, and no one will think that this is a willing marriage.

She thought that Xiao Yi would not come, but after all, he still came.

"Slaves and maids see the prince. Qiurong and Jinyan outside the door saluted side by side.

"Let's all go down and rest. Xiao Yi's voice was faint, without a trace of temperature, as cold as the ice of the wax moon, which made people shudder.

"The slave obeys. When the footsteps of the two gradually moved away, Xiao Ling walked in and closed the door with his hand.

"Is the prince going to rest?" Qingchen got up from the bed, the silk on his body slipped off, and his snow-white porcelain skin was suddenly exposed to the air, and there was a chill.

Xiao Yi's pupils shrank, staring at the woman in front of him who was very different from the rumors, and had a tentative mind.

"Why do you want to rest so early on the night of candles in the cave room?" said Xiao Yi, walking towards the bed.

The bright red curtain fluttered softly, blocking the graceful carcass, and the familiar smell came to his nose again, Xiao Yi's brows were furrowed, and the inquiry in his eyes was even worse, but the self-control and calmness that he had always been proud of collapsed at this moment.

No one knows, Su Xiang is half rhyme, not only Xiao Ling is familiar with it, he is also familiar with it, the woman he has been caring for many years will always have such a taste on her body.

"Allure ......"

Hearing the low call, Qingchen opened his eyes slightly, but saw that the man in front of him had already stepped forward, gently picked off her wrapping, and his slightly cold fingers swept across her bare skin, trembling slightly.

The two looked at each other, but saw a burst of tenderness in Xiao Yi's eyes, which were familiar to her, similar to Xiao Ling back then. When she got married at the beginning of the year, the clouds and rain lingered, Xiao Ling also looked at her like this, whispered softly, and whispered affectionately in her ear: "Allure...... Pleasure...... You're my allure alone......"

"Xiao ......" she finally couldn't hold back the trace of emotion left in her heart, and whispered unexpectedly, but the moment the word "Ling" blurted out, she swallowed it raw, recovered all her senses, and turned to whisper, "Yi ......"

It's just a skin, if Xiao Yi wants it, give it, as long as her purpose can be achieved, everything doesn't matter.

As soon as the words fell, Qingchen only felt that the man on his body was stunned, his eyes were misty, and the woman in front of him suddenly turned into another face, just like that bright morning many years ago, with a flying smile, clear and dusty, and peerless.

"Dusting...... Allure ......"

It was no longer clear whose name he was calling, and the sound of squirming sounded in the curtain, and the heavy gasps of the man and the gentle moaning of the woman were intertwined, composing a moving evening song in this silent night.

The hibiscus tent is warm, and the room is charming.

I don't know how long it took, the man next to him had already fallen asleep in the familiar plain fragrance half-rhyme, but Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes at this time.

The red candle in the bedroom has long been extinguished, but the eyes of the clear dust are as bright as stars, shining in the dark night sky.

From now on, she is no longer the Jade Hook Princess of the Heavenly Star Kingdom, but Princess Yi of the Ningyue Kingdom, Xiao Yi's wife, and Xiao Ling's younger sibling.

She relived her life with hatred, and came to the familiar Kyoto Imperial Court from a distant foreign land, just to avenge the people who died in vain, just to seek justice for the deceased Ye Chengcheng.

Qingchen turned his head and looked at the sleeping Xiao Yi, with a slight apology in his heart, but he did not hesitate at all, struggled with his sore body, forced himself to get out of bed, took out the burden he had prepared a long time ago, and took out a night suit.

Stretched out his hand and clicked on Xiao Yi's sleeping hole, making him sleep even more, Qingchen then entered the inner room to change into his night clothes, cleaned up, performed light skills, went out of the window, and disappeared into the vast night, heading towards the depths of the six palaces of the Ningyue Imperial Court.

The moonlit night sky outside the window is bright, the night is like water, the breeze rises, sweeping through the begonias in the court, the leaves are rustling, and they can be heard clearly in the silent night, but she doesn't know that at the moment she leaves the happy room, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes with an inexplicable expression.