Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf: 99|【99】
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Lin Feilu sighed before attending the wedding of Lin Qing and Si Miaoran, the ceremony looked so tired and complicated.
Unexpectedly, it was my turn this time, and the ceremony was more tiring and complicated.
She felt that the phoenix robe alone weighs five catties. Although the palace staff of the Garment Bureau has made it as simple as possible under His Majesty's orders, it is a big wedding phoenix robe after all, and there are regulations on the inside and outside accessories. Not to mention there is a phoenix crown, beautiful is beautiful, and heavy is also really heavy. If you really agree with the sentence, don't lower your head and the crown will fall.
She got up before dawn and started to freshen up. When the auspicious hour arrived, the bride came out of the pavilion, and lifted the sedan chair across the front gate of the Dragon and Phoenix Tianma, and carried her to the square in front of the main hall.
There are hundreds of civil and military officials standing around the square, from top to bottom according to their ranks. In front of the main hall, there is a one-hundred-meter-long stairway paved with jade. On weekdays, officials will pass here. At this moment, there were two straight lines of guards standing on both sides of the jade step. She was going to walk up this jade step, and Song Jinglan was waiting for her at the top.
The morning sun is already very dazzling, Lin Feilu took a deep breath, and placed his hands in front of him under the gaze of Baiguan, straightened his back, raised his chin slightly, and walked up the steps step by step. go with.
The red phoenix robe has a long skirt behind him. On the skirt, the phoenix is flying and admiring the white birds. The sun shines down, and the silk thread of the sewing pattern shines with golden light. With each step, the bead curtain hanging down from the phoenix crown shook lightly, making a crisp sound.
When she finally walked up this step and saw Song Jinglan who was smiling across her face, Lin Feilu felt that her waist was about to be broken.
And this is the beginning.
The next step is to tell Huangtian and sacrifice to the ancestors. The emperors and queens will receive the rituals of hundreds of officials.
It's already hot in the summer. After a whole set of rituals, Lin Feilu was already dizzy and feeling suffocated. Under the gaze of the key officials, she couldn't lose her appearance. She had to keep her chest tall and abdomen slightly lifted, and smile dignified, which was terrible.
When she came down from the altar, she didn't step on her feet firmly and almost fell off the steps.
Fortunately, Song Jinglan quickly held her arm with his eyes and hands, and asked in a low voice: "Can you still go?"
Under all the eyes, Lin Feilu is not good at acting like a baby, and still maintains the dignified smile of being a queen, but the voice squeezed out between his lips and teeth is no longer crying: "So tired, my feet hurt... …"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jinglan leaned over and hugged him up.
Lin Feilu exclaimed, and subconsciously raised his hand to hold down his shaky phoenix crown.
There was a commotion around him following his movements. She was flushed and anxious: "What are you doing, let me down!"
Song Jinglan didn't change her face, and walked down holding her firmly.
Lin Feilu struggled twice to no avail, and simply gave up, only muttering in a low voice: "The phoenix robe and the phoenix crown are heavy."
He pursed his lips and smiled, a very faint smile, only she can be seen in his arms.
Walking down the sacrificial platform, the officials in charge of the entire ceremony waited on both sides, seeing your majesty walking towards the main hall holding the newly-canonized queen, there was no intention to let her down, and he plucked up the courage to step forward and said: "Your Majesty, this Non-compliance..."
Song Jinglan tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrow and long: "Rules?"
There was a sudden silence all around.
The official retreated silently, and the Baiguan watched as His Majesty held the Queen to finish the rest of the ceremony.
After that, Lin Feilu was sent to Lin'an Temple.
Actually, according to the regulations, she should be sent back to the queen’s dormitory, waiting for the emperor to be lucky after nightfall, but she likes the smell of Lin’an Temple, and she always rolls on the dragon bed in the dormitory this month, so Song Jing Lan set up the Xifang in Lin'an Hall.
The Lin'an Temple, which is always solemn and dignified on weekdays, looks extraordinarily beaming today, and it is full of joy at first glance.
The floor of the dormitory is covered with heavy grass, four screens are set up, and a pair of half-person high candles burn quietly. As soon as Lin Feilu entered, he took off the phoenix crown that had crushed her neck, took off several layers of thick phoenix robe two or three times, and lay down on the soft dragon bed before feeling the whole person alive.
The two of Chun Xia knew that His Majesty pampered her, and they did not stop them, and they went to the Imperial Dining Room to eat at her instructions. After Lin Feilu finished eating, they lay in bed and fell asleep.
After nightfall, there was a ceremony in the wedding room. After sleeping for a while, the two of Chunxia and Xia dragged her from the bed. Lin Feilu took a bath, freshened up again, put on a phoenix robe, and a phoenix crown. After sitting properly by the bed, in the evening, a Shangshi official came in with food.
Lin Feilu just woke up, still a little dizzy, watched Song Jinglan walk in from the outside, and yawned.
Under the auspices of the ceremonial officer, the two performed the sacrifice first, and then the joint ceremony. After the ceremony, the waiter withdrew the food, and the ceremonial officials in the sleeping hall finally retreated one by one, leaving only the emperor and queen.
The sky outside the window is already dark.
Lin Feilu pulled down the phoenix crown again, threw it on the desk, and then lay on the bed in large print.
After Song Jinglan went to freshen up and came back, she found that she had fallen asleep again. She didn't even take off the phoenix robe, and she wrinkled under her body, spreading from the bed to under the bed.
The phoenix robe is bright in color and smooth in texture, with layers of water like light and shadow glowing under the candlelight. When she lay there tilted her head, she looked like lying on a piece of red water with black hair behind her. This alluring style.
Song Jinglan stood by the bed and looked down for a while.
For a while, he laughed silently, then leaned over and unfastened her belt.
Lin Feilu kicked his feet in his sleep, and his voice was soft: "sleepy..."
He picked up the person, took off the complicated phoenix robe, and reached out to remove her hairpin and earrings. Lin Feilu was slumped in his arms like boneless, half-closed eyes, letting him play around.
After a while, he took away all the extra accessories from her, then picked up the person and gently placed it against the bed.
Lin Feilu was actually awake, but she was so tired that she didn't want to talk. After lying down, she half-squinted at him. Watching him take off his shirt, stretched out his hand to lower the curtain, blocking the swaying candlelight outside.
The ink diverged, and he stood against the light, more like a fairy than her.
The bed next to him collapsed. He slept next to her, and after reaching out to embrace her in his arms, he bowed his head and kissed her forehead.
Lin Feilu's heart is a bit turbulent, and he pretends to be calm and wait quietly.
As a result, she waited and waited, waiting until she was dozing again, Song Jinglan still only held her gently, breathing smoothly over her head, as if she was asleep.
Lin Feilu was silent for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Are you asleep?"
For a while, he heard a lazy low voice: "Huh?"
She was dying of anger, she broke away from his arms and sat up on the bed, looking at him fiercely: "Hmm! What are you doing like this in the bridal night? That's it?!"
Song Jinglan lay flat and looked at her with a smile: "Isn't you tired?"
Lin Feilu: "Are you tired before you start? Your sire is not good enough."
Song Jinglan: "..."
His smile faded and his eyes became dangerous.
Lin Feilu immediately admitted: "I am tired, but I can't!"
Song Jinglan narrowed his eyes and slowly sat up.
Lin Feilu felt bad, and wanted to run when he used both hands and feet. Just two steps after climbing, his ankle was caught by one hand. She heard his slightly muffled voice: "Where is the queen going?"
The phoenix buckle he gave her was still on that ankle.
Blood red reflects delicate white, which makes people think about it.
Lin Feilu kicked twice, trying to shake his hand away. Instead, the hand with distinct knuckles became tighter and tighter. After a while, his fingertips lightly stroked her toes. She was ticklish, she was weak all over, screaming and collapsed on the bed.
Laughed behind him, he finally let go, Lin Feilu just turned over, he had already bullied himself and pressed it down.
The candlelight was reflected on the gorgeous curtain, and the dark light penetrated, hazy and shaking. His eyes were deep, his fingers brushed her hair between her forehead, and he smiled and asked, "Are you still tired?"
Lin Feilu dared not provoke him anymore, and answered obediently: "I'm not tired anymore."
The deeper the smile in his eyes, the fingertips gently stroked behind her ears little by little, along the neck line gently, like a tracing line, from top to bottom, not letting go of every inch . With every inch, her trembling became more obvious, and there was still a layer of clothing, but the delicate touch had already clung to her whole body.
She pressed her lips tightly and wrapped her arms around his neck unconsciously.
Song Jinglan followed her movements and lowered her head, sealing her lips.
His kisses are like his movements, gentle and patient. He didn't seem to be anxious at all, he was satisfied and satisfied with her eyes closed.
There is a bed in a light gauze skirt. He puts his hands on her side, and the ink hair falls down, intertwining with her long hair. Her eyes were filled with heat, but she still patiently asked her in a low voice: "Princess, do you like me?"
Lin Fei's nose hummed.
He lowered his head and kissed her gently: "Say it."
She curled her toes together, and the sound she made did not seem to be her own: "Like—"
He smiled and kissed her earlobe up, his voice was as low as bewitching: "Who do you like?"
The kiss went from her ear to her neck, back and forth, like an electric. She clung to his shoulders tightly with her fingers, but she couldn't help but hide back: "I like you—"
He grasped her waist with his hands, then pulled her back, and stroked her fingers gently: "Who am I?"
She was tight, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, intermittent and uncontrollable: "Your Majesty... Husband..."
He loves games like this, asking her over and over again, and listening to her answers over and over.
Listening to her calling her husband, listening to her chaotic crying, he was ups and downs in sobriety and depression, admiring the way she was confused and confused under him, and went crazy for her appearance.
Then, she filled her body.
Between ups and downs, Lin Feilu heard his muffled laugh: "In this life, the next, in each life, you can only belong to me."
She didn't speak, she just hugged him tighter and catered to him.