The gongs and drums were noisy, the suona was deafening, and the precious silk materials were stretched directly from the gate of the palace to the gate of Yong'an City. The welcoming procession of more than 200 people was so majestic that it circled the entire Yong'an from the palace before returning, and every time the procession

Wherever they pass, copper coins will be sprinkled everywhere, and golden light shines in front of them, making it dazzling. There are many beautiful jade treasures, gold and silver, and carriages are used to carry them along the way.

Shili Hongzhuang, perhaps even worse,

The young prince of the Purple Kingdom finally marries a wife, but she is not an official. The new princess is unknown and has never been heard of.

How many people lamented and how many people sighed.

Night falls——

The bridal chamber has candles and wedding candles swaying. The man in the red wedding robe has a long body and a jade-like figure. The candlelight flickers slightly, and his face is dim. It makes his peach eyes look like wine, intoxicating and charming. He holds the wedding scale with his long fingers and opens the square red handkerchief.

.

The girl's face is like a peach blossom, and her shy smile is more beautiful than a peach blossom. Under the swaying candlelight, she is even more beautiful than anything else.

She felt that the man had not moved for a long time, so she couldn't help but raise her head, and was fascinated by that handsome face. After being dazed for a long time, she found that the man was absent-minded, and his intoxicated peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, confused and ignorant.

Her heart ached slightly, but she still smiled reluctantly, "Aling..."

Zi Ling was slightly startled before she realized her gaffe and smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I was just...thinking about something."

Nalan Xianzhen picked at the palm of his hand, but still smiled decently, "It's okay, we..."

"Ah! Yes, I was negligent. I forgot that it was already late. I am also sleepy. Let's go to sleep." After that, he climbed onto the bed without even taking off his shoes, turned his back to her and lifted the quilt.

Her head and body were covered, and she was breathing evenly. If she hadn't felt his stiff limbs, she would have thought he was asleep...

Nalan Xianzhen smiled bitterly and looked at the pot of wine and two wine glasses on the table not far away. She just... wanted to drink a glass of wine, that's all.

Does he think he will make any demands? So is he nervous? He doesn't want to get married, Nalan Xianzhen knows.

She slept with her clothes on, facing the sheet, with a faint smile in her eyes.

Who would have thought that what changed her fate was just a pot of wine that was unnoticed that night, a drugged wine.

At this point, she is no longer afraid of losing him.

——

Under the thick black curtain, a voice sounded, ethereal, but exceptionally soft, "Xiaorou, Xiaorou, Xiaorou..."

Over and over again, like murmuring or calling, the voice is as thick as mellow wine, the tone is gentle, lingering and intoxicating.

That voice, that tone, that smell was so familiar. She wanted to say something, but the feeling of depression came over her, and she couldn't say anything.

The sound continued, and at the end it was a soft sigh, seemingly helpless, "Wait for me..."

The longer the time went on, the quieter the sound became. In the darkness, it was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

The vision seemed to gradually clear up, and Yi Xiaorou sat up suddenly, gasping for air, and cold sweat rolled down her forehead, soaking her clothes.

"What's wrong with you? You look so scary." A white figure came into view, looking like Bai Zhi, who was sitting next to her with worried eyes.

Yi Xiaorou swallowed her saliva and shook her head.

"Really?" Bai Zhi glanced at her suspiciously, said nothing, turned into a fox and jumped out of a tree outside the window. "Then don't scare the fox in the middle of the night."

She wiped her forehead and looked out the window, where the rolling dark clouds were clearly revealed in the cold moonlight.

Such a strange scene was the scene that appeared before she came into this world.

Is he...really coming too?

Yi Feng......

She lowered her eyes and murmured softly. She suddenly felt a little cold. She rubbed her arms and found that it didn't seem to have much effect. The empty space next to her was lonely because she was so used to it.

It's really my own way... It's heartbreaking.

Why on earth did she start to rely on side warmth?

She started to think, but felt that it was meaningless. This was an unsolvable problem...

She was dependent because she liked him, and she was even more lonely because of her dependence. Compared with the days when she was alone, the familiar coldness hit her, which made her even more suffocated.

Yi Xiaorou felt that such a sad look did not suit her and was too stupid. She scratched her head and finally slept with her clothes on again.

The other side of the bed seemed to be sinking, and a familiar warmth swept over her. She was hazy and wanted to speak, but the sleepiness was too strong to keep her eyes open. However, she slept very deeply this time.

When she opened her eyes again the next day, she saw the enlarged face close at hand. She was slightly startled and breathed a long sigh of relief. The Demon Lord went out in the middle of the night, and she didn't know what he was going for. He seemed to be very tired.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings. It was light and subtle. I had never seen a man who was more charming than a demon when he was awake. He was handsome and handsome when he was quiet, and he was a gentleman. He was particularly breathtaking.

"Does it look good?" A low voice sounded, slightly muted as when he first woke up, and his dark eyes were particularly tempting.
Chapter completed!