Pampered Consort’s Acting Awards: 128, Afterlife (Hua Zhu)

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==Chapter 128‌World 6==

(bridal chamber)

Time flies, less than half a month has passed, and Beijing is welcoming an important event - the Longevity Festival.

The emperor's health was not as good as before, and he believed more and more in those skills that were not good enough. In order to please the emperor, King Cheng and King Yan, one practiced alchemy and the other asked around. They had various methods and ambitions. Only King Jin , quite satisfactory, presented a Dawan BMW.

In this life, except for exchanging his military exploits for a marriage, Xiao Yu made no aggressive moves.

There was a seven-day holiday during Wanshou Festival, during which no punishment was given. On the first day of the restoration of the morning dynasty, the Ministry of Revenue announced that there was a tax problem in Huaiyang.

If something happens to Fang, the emperor will definitely send someone to investigate, but who to send is a difficult problem.

After all, this sounds like a trap.

King Cheng originally wanted to cooperate with King Yan and push Xiao Yu into this pit. Unexpectedly, King Yan was like a chicken. Not only did he not cooperate, he also pointed the finger at King Cheng.

King Cheng was so angry that he scolded King Yan for being short-sighted and not even understanding the fisherman's profit when a snipe and a clam fight.

After hearing this, King Yan only sneered.

In his opinion, Xiao Yu was nothing more than a strong-willed man. How could a man bring peace to the world when he could not even bring peace to his family?

The two kings were completely at loggerheads.

Xiao Yu was sitting at home, watching the craftsmen repairing Chang'en Hall. Not only did they replace the furniture and screens from the inside out, but they also repainted it with a new layer of paint.

How Su Ling lived during this time in her previous life will still be the same in this life.

The wedding is coming, and as usual, the queen has to send the palace minister Shang Yi to teach Su Ling the wedding etiquette. On the surface, it is to teach the rules, but in fact, it is to examine Su Ling as a person.

Although the royal etiquette is complicated, it is not difficult for Su Ling to say it. He is familiar with everything, and there is no fault in his manners and self-cultivation.

The mother-to-be has no hint of happiness about getting married in her eyes.

Miss Su doesn’t want to get married, but I can tell.

Xu Shangyi reported her duties to the palace, and explained everything clearly. After listening to it, Empress Chu curled her lips meaningfully.

Although Xiao Yu was not her biological child, he had also been raised by her side for many years. How could his heart allow his wife to have someone else in her heart?

Unknowingly, it was July 16th, the wedding day of King Jin.

How Su Ling cried when she got married in the previous life, it was the same in this life. When she said goodbye to the high hall, she staged another drama of fatherly kindness and sonly filial piety.

The Prince of Jin's Mansion held a happy event and held a banquet for sixty people. The sky was filled with red tents and the seats were full of distinguished guests. It was very lively.

After paying homage to the heaven, Xiao Yu took Su Ling's slender fingers and walked into the bridal chamber. After completing the complicated etiquette of tying hair and tying the nuptials, Xiao Yu had to get up and go out to entertain the guests. Before leaving, he pulled He took off his clothes, cleared his throat, and said, I will be with you soon.

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet. After taking a bath, the lady sat upright on the couch. She helped Ying wave away the other people and quietly walked to Su Ling.

She slowly pulled out a picture album from her sleeve, "Girl, you'd better take a look."

When she saw the extravagant book cover, Su Ling knew what was painted inside, and her voice lowered involuntarily, "What do you do with these?"

"My servant knows that the girl doesn't like this marriage, but if she has entered the royal jade certificate, there is no way out. Living a harmonious life is the real thing." Fuying thought about the prince carefully lifting his hijab. ‌, tried to persuade: "Although this slave has little knowledge, the way he treats the girl just because of His Highness... is not entirely hypocritical."

Hearing this, Su Ling twitched the corner of her mouth.

If it weren't for the shocking truth, she actually wanted to tell Fuying that you were deceived by him, and you used to scold him with me.

It's a pity that Fuying couldn't hear what she was thinking, and continued to persuade: "I have just inquired about it. There is no married woman in the palace, and there is not even a maid who knows about personnel. The girl should take a look at the flowers and candles in the bridal chamber. It hurts the harmony between the couple."

After saying that, Fuying reached out and opened the album.

She said she didn't want to look at it, but her lovely nature was so irresistible to the temptation that in the next moment, Su Ling's eyes moved to the album out of curiosity.

These picture albums of human affairs are colorful and expensive. The paintings are particularly explicit. I don’t know if they are to set off the handsome man. The men in the albums not only look like ferocious beasts, but also have five talents. .

‌The Han pushes the cart, while the concubine supports his waist, revealing his true love.

The strange postures are really eye-catching.

Fuying had never been married before, and she was embarrassed to look at these pictures. Her face turned red and she continued to turn her hands over.

Su Ling pushed Fuying and couldn't help but said: "Fuying, I understand this, please put it away."

Fuying looked at her girl's pure and innocent eyes, and sighed: "What kind of stupid thing is this girl saying?"

Wow, another page has been turned.

Su Ling: "..."

The emperor's wedding was unusual, and Xiao Yu's son was very serious. Except for Lu Ze and Su Huaian, no one dared to seriously make him drink. So, after the song and dance ended, he sobered up. , and soon, they entered the bridal chamber.

The moon hung like a white jade plate on the treetops, seeming to symbolize a happy reunion. He quickened his pace and walked towards Chang'en Hall.

"Go down, everyone."

Xiao Yu dismissed the maid, opened the door, and walked in alone.

Squeak——

The moment the door rang, Fuying leaned forward and pressed down on the picture album.

It must be said that human potential is unlimited. At this moment, Fuying was like a sneaky habitual criminal, putting the album into his sleeve inch by inch.

Then he protected his sleeves, bowed, and said as if nothing had happened: "My slave, please leave."

With a set of moves that are smooth and smooth, it will be no problem to deceive the servants, but it will be a little difficult to deceive the emperor who has so many scheming ideas.

The man's eyebrows were sharp, and with a faint glance, Fuying's whole body trembled, and the picture album fell on the bed with a "click".

Su Ling closed her eyes.

Xiao Yu picked it up first.

After seeing clearly, he raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at her, as if he didn't expect that she would secretly look at this.

The young man is dressed in a red robe, with a smile on his face, and looks endlessly romantic.

Xiao Yu had no intention of returning the picture album and whispered to Fuying: "Go down."

Fuying nodded and stepped back.

He walked over and sat down next to him. His breathing became heavier. He put the album aside and coughed twice, "Are you tired after a long day?"

She lowered her eyes and looked away from him, "I'm not tired."

He asked: "Have you just taken a bath?"

She replied: "Yes."

He asked again: "The kitchen has prepared lotus seed soup. Are you hungry?"

She said: "Thank you, Your Highness, I am not hungry."

He knew that she didn't like him.

Although I was prepared for it, looking at the red candles in the room, I couldn't help but feel sour in my heart.

Before getting married, he had thought about the wedding ceremony, and he would definitely not let her cry again, but now, he didn't know how to treat her.

Do something directly, fearing to offend her, do nothing, and fear she will think it is contempt.

Xiao Yu's hands on his knees were slightly curled up. After hesitating repeatedly, he reached out to hold her waist. The movement was so gentle that it couldn't even be called a hug.

The man's palm was hot, running along his spine and reaching Su Ling's heart, causing her to almost break her guard.

Seeing that she didn't resist, he couldn't help but tighten his arms and pull her into his arms.

He patted her back, lowered his head and pecked her forehead, and said hoarsely: "Should we settle in earlier?"

Just like in her previous life, Su Ling nodded slightly in his arms.

With the flowers and candles not extinguished in the bridal chamber, Xiao Yu put his hand on her back and lay down, slowly picking out her wedding dress.

Tossing and rubbing, the wedding clothes on the two of them started to slip off in an instant.

Xiao Yu clasped her slender neck with the palm of his hand, and kissed her gently. He first sucked her **** into his mouth, and then tried to probe in. His technique was many times deeper than in his previous life.

Su Ling's hand almost climbed up his back.

The man's movements were flawless, but his whole body was feeling hot. No matter how much he restrained himself, his breathing became chaotic. He pressed her, caressed her, and called out with full of passion, "Ah." Ling."

She looked at him without knowing what she meant, and he stroked her eyes with his fingertips.

Aling, stop thinking about him.

This night Xiao Yu was extremely patient, his features and eyes were all intoxicatingly gentle, and he took away her breath again...

It was so hot that her face turned red.

The breathing of the two people was clearly audible, rising and falling together.

The man's warm breath sprayed in her ears, smelling of wine, and he whispered: "If it hurts, tell me."

His eyes are too intrusive, and his hands are even more so.

The palm of his hand moved up between his legs, and he pressed it against ‌, letting her know that he ‌‌ could not do it. Su Ling straightened her body instantly and put her hand against his chest, "I have something to think about. Ask Your Highness."

This is still small. You must interrupt him at this time. Xiao Yuren was a little drunk and a little dissatisfied, but he still had a good temper and coaxed her. He stood up halfway, kissed her chin, and said with a smile: "Well... you tell me."

Su Ling looked into his eyes and said lightly: "Second Master He once sent me thirty-six letters, but I didn't receive any of them. Does Your Highness know the reason?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yu was stunned on the spot, as if his soul was split open by a bolt of lightning.

Who told her?

Why did she know those letters?

Did He Erlang send a letter to her again?

How much does she know? When did she know it? Are you sure it was him?

Should we admit it?

My thoughts are like a web, intertwined and confused, and I can’t figure it out at all.

His sharp Adam's apple ‌‌ rolled, and a layer of fine sweat formed on his forehead. Seeing that he was still silent, Su Ling pushed him away and sat up. Seeing that she was about to leave, ‌ Without thinking, he stretched out his hand and pressed her waist tightly.

"Don't leave."