Pampered Consort’s Acting Awards: 21. Wedding

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==Chapter 21 The Wedding==

There was a sound of rushing water all around Jinlan Garden.

Under the eaves, Chang Ge whispered: "Ms. Qin's heart is really big. She offended His Majesty, and she acted like a normal person."

"It's different now that the concubine is protecting me." Ling Que glanced at the haloed window behind him and said faintly: "The cost of Jinlan Garden is not much, but the candlelight is actually All night long."

At this moment, the door of Jinlanyuan sounded.

The strong wind made the rain even stronger, making his clothes rustle. Xiao Yu's black dragon-patterned robe was already soaked in large areas.

As soon as the little **** saw the person coming, he immediately said in a trembling voice: "Slave, slave, please pay your respects to Your Majesty."

Your Majesty?

Chang Ge and Ling Que heard the sound and looked at each other, looking into the distance, their eyes widened instantly.

What is your Majesty doing here?

Looking for Qin Meiren to continue settling the scores?

Although their hearts have already been given to Concubine Xue, they still have to do their errands in Jinlan Garden.

Chang Ge turned around and entered the inner room with a solemn expression and said hurriedly: "Beauty, get ready quickly, Your Majesty is here."

Qin Chang has just taken a bath, her black hair is scattered like a waterfall on her shoulders, and the tips of her hair are covered with shiny water drops. Even if she is not wearing pink and white, she is still charming.

When she heard that he was coming, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Beauty, hurry up." Chang Ge reminded.

Qin Juan came to her senses, immediately put down the ox horn comb in her hand, and pushed the door open.

Qin Juan Fu said politely: "I didn't know that Your Majesty would be coming tonight, so I missed your welcome from afar. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

Xiao Yun seemed not to hear her words and walked straight into the inner room.

The emperor's expression was indifferent, and the air became heavy.

The maids and eunuchs in Jinlanyuan all took a breath silently and thought to themselves: I don’t know how difficult it will be for Beauty Qin tonight.

The heavy rain continued outside. Changge and Lingque brought towels and hot water into the house. They were about to step forward to serve when they heard Xiao Yu say calmly: "Get out of here."

Chang Ge and Ling Que paused for a moment, then nodded in unison and said in unison: "My slave, please leave."

A large area of ​​Xiao Yu's clothes was wet, and he looked a little embarrassed.

He took off his cloak and Qin Juan reached out to take it.

Qin Juan looked at the water droplets on the man's temples and said softly: "The autumn wind is cool and your Majesty got caught in the rain, otherwise you should rest after taking a shower."

Xiao Yu's eyes dimmed and he nodded.

As soon as the curtain fell, the two lay on the same couch again, and Xiao Yu quickly closed his eyes.

Besides the sound of rain, there is only the sound of breathing.

Qin Juan couldn't sleep and remembered the dream before.

I remembered what Xiao Yu said in the dream, "I married a real wife, not a concubine. No matter how much I don't like her, I will still respect her."

Thinking of this, Qin Juan couldn't help but sneer at the corner of her mouth.

The dream is indeed a dream.

If he really had the word "respect" in his heart, he would not have humiliated her on their wedding night, and they would not have made such a fuss during those days.

Here, Xiao Yu couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Hearing the rising and falling breathing in his ears, he couldn't help but feel a little irritated, so he said in a deep voice: "Why doesn't Beauty Qin sleep?"

The tone was reproachful.

Qin Juan's voice was respectful and gentle, "But my concubine has disturbed Your Majesty?"

Xiao Yu said "hmm".

Hearing this, Qin Juan curled her lips.

We haven’t seen each other for three years, why are we causing so many problems?

Qin Juan knew that her arms could not hold her thighs, and a sixth-grade beauty could not hold an emperor, so she had to close her eyes quickly.

The candlelight flickered outside the curtain, and the two of them breathed lightly and fell into sleep together.

Yongchang thirty-sixth year, July 16th.

The house is filled with red candles and drums are playing outside.

Today is a wedding held in the Jin Palace.

Su Ling was dressed in wedding clothes, sitting upright on the couch with her hands folded on her knees.

Looking at the elegant appearance, what was hidden under the red hijab was a look of despair.

Xiao Yu raised his hand to take the wedding scale, and slowly lifted the red silk hijab in front of his eyes. The servants of Prince Jin's Mansion raised their eyes with bated breath, secretly looking at the bride's face.

At this sight, everyone immediately started to cheer.

The eldest daughter of the Zhenguo Palace, the eldest daughter of General Su, is so beautiful.

The appearance is elegant and the eyebrows are picturesque.

Even Xiao Yu, who had never been obsessed with women, couldn't help but take a second look.

After drinking the Hexin wine, the bride cut off a lock of hair from each of them, tied it up, put it into a mahogany box, and said with a smile: "Congratulations to the prince and princess, the ceremony is successful."

After the ceremony was completed, Xiao Yu went outside to greet the guests.

He lowered his head and glanced at the Su girl's white little hand, shook it, and said, "Wait until I come back."

As soon as the others left, Su Ling grabbed her right hand with her left hand, and her ears were filled with the words she heard that day in Qingfeng Tower.

"It's good to be able to win over the Duke of Zhen, but the Su family's daughter has a bad reputation and is not clearly related to He Zichen. This is ultimately a troublesome matter."

"So what if it's trouble? Su Jingbei doesn't have any other daughters."

Su Ling's mind was in chaos and her body became stiff.

Today, she really married him.

One stick of incense followed another.

The guests gradually dispersed, and Xiao Yu walked towards the inner room. The female history guard guarding the door said softly: "My slave, please give your regards to the prince."

The man replied calmly: "No courtesy."

For a moment, her heartbeat was beating faster than the footsteps outside.

He walked towards her, lifted his robe and sat beside her.

Looking at each other, Su Ling tightened her cuffs.

Xiao Yu removed the hairpin for her and when his fingertips traced the thin white neck, Su Ling couldn't help but flinch. As soon as she ducked, the man chuckled from the tip of his nose.

His hand stayed on the back of her neck, stroking it one after another.

"What are you hiding from?" He looked at her and asked.

Su Ling was startled. She seemed to glimpse a calm desire from these bottomless eyes.

Desire should have been uncontrollable, but in his eyes it seemed to be easy.

She is not like her wife, but like a chess piece in his hand.

Su Ling breathed a little faster than before, pretending to be calm and said: "I didn't hide, it was your highness's hands that were cold."

Seeing her say this, he directly slid his hand to her waist.

Su Ling's whole body trembled, but she didn't hide.

Her body and her eyes were both competing with the man in front of her.

Xiao Yu curled his lips, turned over, and pressed her on the couch.

Even though he didn't like the daughter of the Su family at all, the tenderness in her hands still made him a little jealous.

The wedding night is supposed to be filled with soft words and unbridled tenderness.

But Xiao Sanlang, who had never used women before, didn't know how to care for others. In addition, he had a cold temperament and the force on his hands was not light. Su Ling quickly became scared.

The man's body was as majestic as a mountain, shackling her wrists and making her unable to breathe.

It hurts so much, it hurts everywhere.

Su Ling closed her eyes, tugged at the corners of the quilt, and thought to herself: Ah Ling, Ah Ling, please bear with me, this is your future husband after all, and he is not a bad person.

Mammy said, it only hurt for one night, and it passed with patience.

As tears rolled down his face, he seemed to pinch her.

She didn't know where she pinched her. Anyway, it didn't stop, and tears fell down.

The suppressed sobs struck Xiao Yu like a bolt of lightning.

He put down her legs, pulled away, pulled her chin, and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Su Ling whispered: "It's okay."

Bathing in the fire is like an ebbing tide, instantly returning to calm.

He could see clearly that she was unwilling.

For men, liking this thing is a taste, and not liking it can also be a taste. Submission is a taste, resistance is also a taste.

Even if you turn off the lights, you don't know who is next to you.

Just be happy.

But she can't, this is Princess Jin.

He couldn't force her to come.

Xiao Yu looked at her back and couldn't help but think of the letters that Yang Di had intercepted and written by He Zichen to Su Ling. It is truly sincere.

He thought to himself: Do you like He Zichen so much? Do you like not pretending until your wedding night?

Su Ling burst into tears, knowing she was embarrassed, so she pulled the quilt to cover her face.

I also complained: I finally succeeded, but if I stop, do I have to start over again?

Why is the wedding night so long?

Seeing her blocking his face, Xiao Yu couldn't help but sneered and thought to himself: What is this? Don't want to see me? If you were not Su Jingbei's daughter, do you really think that this king would marry you?

It's one thing to know that she has someone else in her heart. After all, he was the one who lured her into marrying her.

But at this moment, he realized that he had overestimated himself, and he couldn't bear it.

Xiao Yu used his last bit of patience and said in a deep voice: "Don't cry, just look at me."

Su Ling relaxed her shoulders, put down the quilt, and looked at him.

Su Ling's face was completely covered with makeup, her hair was messy, her eyes were black and her lower lip was bitten.

It’s so miserable.

Xiao Yu's eyes darkened and he breathed a sigh of relief.

That’s all.

Xiao Yu left the bed, put on his clothes, and pushed out the door.

Leave Su Ling stunned where he was.

On the wedding night, the groom left, and Fuying hurriedly walked in. She was shocked when she saw the appearance of her girl. Even the princess forgot to shout, "Girl... this is What's wrong?"

Su Ling's beautiful eyes widened and she stared at the door, unable to react for a long time.

How could this man do this?

Fuying looked at the handkerchief on the couch again. The couch was in a mess, but there was no blood.

Fuying put some clothes on Su Ling, stroked her back and said, "Girl, what's going on? The prince...didn't he touch you?" She didn't dare to ask the rest.

How could it be like this if I didn't touch you?

Su Ling continued to stare at the door.

"Girl, don't scare me. If something happens to you, the Duke and the Crown Prince will feel so sorry for you."

Su Ling collapsed a little when she mentioned her father and brother.

She covered her face with her hands and said: "I have endured the pain and the hardness, so why is he dissatisfied? It's not that I want to marry him! Why would he bother to humiliate me?"

Fuying had almost never seen Su Ling cry, so she panicked for a moment and quickly comforted her: "Girl, stop crying, stop crying."

Su Ling calmed down, stood up, washed her face, calmed down completely, and said to Fuying: "Don't mention what happened today to your father and brother when you get home."

Fuying nodded hesitantly.

The faint morning light shone into the inner room, and the night passed like this.

Fuying pushed the door open again and handed over the box and account book in his hand and said: "This is what Butler Wen brought over. It is the purchase account book of the palace and the key to the warehouse."

Su Ling accepted it and said, "Where are the others?"

Fuying hesitated and said nothing.

Su Ling said: "That's what you say."

Fu Ying said: "His Royal Highness has something to do and is out of the house. He won't be back tonight..."

Su Ling paused for a moment and said softly: "Put your things away. I won't care about the main courtyard's affairs in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, the red candle flickered for the last time and just burned out.

Emperor Shaoxi and Beauty Qin opened their eyes together.

Everything in the dream was too real. Qin Juan's heart tightened and she quickly closed her eyes.

Soon, the man beside her stood up slowly.

Qin Juan squinted her eyes and looked at him, only to see him sitting by the couch with his hands on his brows and saying nothing.

It was clear after the rain outside, but there were still dark clouds over the man's head.