Chapter 1 Changle’s Fourth Marriage

Author: Yu Xuanyi

Chapter 1 Changle’s Fourth Marriage

Changle married three times, and killed three husbands in succession on their wedding night.

This fourth wedding was still a grand affair.

Inside the platform, the most luxurious princess mansion in Chang'an City was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and servants were busy going in and out in groups.

Changle sat elegantly in front of the dressing table with her phoenix crown, and the bronze mirror in front of her reflected her stunning figure. Her red lips, white teeth, and a small red mole at the end of her eye made her appearance even more gorgeous and unparalleled.

However, Chang Le's eyes were cold, and he looked at the happy clothes on his body with a subtle disgust.

"Your Highness, the auspicious time has come and we should set off." Die Shi stood respectfully behind Chang Le, her tone a little sad.

Her jade-like and well-maintained onion fingers were covered with vermilion Danko, and she was playing with the red hijab she was about to put on boredly, throwing the hijab up and down, without the joy of a bride, as if what was waiting for her was an abyss.

Huge mouth.

Hearing this, Chang Le stood up slowly and pushed away Xipo and the maid who wanted to help her. He only said lightly: "Don't help me. This is the fourth time I'm getting married. I have to go out on my own! I won't cover my head yet."

Now, let’s build it when we get to Governor Xie’s mansion.”

Changle sighed silently and said sadly: "I don't want to get married anymore, why do the newlyweds have to visit the church to be considered married? Can't everyone just see each other's eyes, hold their little hands and sleep together at night and it will be considered married? One step

It’s good if it’s in place. The red tape will kill me——”

Diancui thought that Changle was worried that she would kill her new husband and become a widow again, so she softly comforted him: "Your Highness, the Imperial Master has said that the Governor's order is firm, and you will not be a widow this time."

Changle walked in front, and without waiting for the groom who was coming from behind, he sat on the wedding sedan, opened the curtain and said to the two little maids who cared about her: "Marrying him is worse than being a widow."

Xie Zhao came over to pick up the bride and happened to hear Chang Le's words, which felt like a knife to his heart.

Everyone walked in silence along the way, only the deadly sound of the suona made Changle upset.

"The phoenix and the dragon soar, the five generations will prosper together. The ceremony is completed!"

After paying homage to heaven and earth, Xie Zhao was greeting the royal relatives and high-ranking ministers outside according to tradition. There were many real smiles on his face today, as if he had really married his sweetheart.

This marriage was just a joke after dinner. A cruel eunuch and a widow who killed three husbands were ridiculous no matter how you looked at it.

It's just that the status of these two people is one to one, a powerful eunuch and an unparalleled princess. No one dared to say anything during the banquet.

In the spacious and bright new house, Changle had already taken off his red hijab and sat on the bed, boredly counting the stars.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine." Chang Le took a closer look. Xie Zhao was standing at the door with her arms folded, looking at her with a gentle expression. She suddenly became a little dazed.

There is a saying that this eunuch leader is really handsome, with a sharp outline, like a jade carving, but he is not feminine, and only makes people think that he is extremely talented, suave and romantic.

It's just a pity.

Chang Le forced a smile on his face and said coquettishly: "Why don't you call me me when you're here?"

"I would like to hear His Highness count to nine hundred and ninety-nine." Xie Zhao's voice was very pleasant, like the sound of a musical instrument like mountains and flowing water.

However, it is useless no matter how beautiful the voice of the dead is.

Thinking of this, the smile on Chang Le's face gradually became more real, and he said shyly: "Master Governor, we haven't drank the Henu wine yet." Chang Le deliberately turned his head away, not to look at Xie Zhao's expression.

Xie Zhao chuckled lightly. For some reason, Chang Le tasted a hint of amusement in his smile, and then frowned.

"Did the princess forget something?"

Changle thought he had been exposed, and his expression was a little out of control, "Oh? What?"

Xie Zhao took two steps forward to her side and suddenly leaned close to her face. Just when Changle thought that this person was going to molest her, Xie Zhao lowered his voice in her ear and said: "Princess, the hijab has not been taken off yet.

." After saying that, he pointed to the jade Ruyi on the table.

Chang Le's face turned from green to red in an instant. She was really dizzy. Then she pursed her lips and smiled, waiting for Xie Zhao to put the hijab on her again.

Xie Zhao walked to the wedding table and picked up Jade Ruyi. He glanced sideways and saw that the wedding candle next to him was bursting with twin-core sparks. This was a good sign and a good symbol of unquestionable love. The smile in his eyes deepened.

Changle's world fell into darkness again. The moment Xie Zhao lifted his hijab, it seemed to be as long as a fingernail. He couldn't help but said: "Supervisor, could it be that your hands are shaking?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a handle of green jade Ruyi gently lifted the hijab, but the expected light did not come.

Xie Zhao's smile suddenly reached Chang Le's eyes. Without waiting for her to react, he held Chang Le's warm back of the neck with one hand and pressed his thin lips towards her.

Although Changle has been married three times, this is the first time he has met such a deceitful person!

Changle lowered his head and smiled, hiding the murderous intent in his eyes, "The governor is much more fun than the husbands who died in this palace. He is really a wonderful person."

Xie Zhao heard his 'dead husband' slap his hands, and the anger in his eyes almost betrayed him.

He walked slowly to the table and picked up the Hexin wine that had been poured, as if he cherished every moment in this world. He handed the wine glass to Chang Le reverently, overriding the emotion in his eyes and chuckled: "The princess is even more wonderful.

Ah Zhao is ashamed."

Who says it’s not the case? Chang Le lowered his eyes and smiled. After drinking this glass of wine, he could go on his way with peace of mind! He already had three dead husbands, and Chang Le didn’t mind killing another one.

Both of them had different colors in their eyes. They sat together with their hands crossed and poured all the wine in each other's hands into their mouths.

A quarter of an hour later.

Xie Zhao felt as if his whole body was in pain as if he had been crushed by an elephant, and his heart was beating wildly. Soon his face was covered in thin sweat from the severe pain he endured.

Changle saw Xie Zhao's current appearance and laughed wantonly, "Xie Zhao, you are a eunuch, you are worthy of getting involved in this palace? Tonight is your last night, go with peace of mind, and don't give up to a good child in your next life.

I’ll meet you again.”

Changle stood up and slammed the phoenix crown to the ground. There was a moment of pity in his eyes, as if it was a pity that the priceless phoenix crown was wasted like this, and it seemed that he felt pity that Xie Zhao's beautiful skin would no longer be seen.

Xie Zhao suddenly put up a handsome face and smiled with all his strength, "Today is our wedding day. The princess's words are unlucky and should be slapped."

Chang Le walked up to Xie Zhao, held his face with both hands, looked around, and said with pity, "It's a pity, such a beautiful face."

"The princess feels sorry for my minister, and I would not regret my death."

Chang Le's expression changed, and she walked back to the bed with Liu Yao in her arms. Just as she was about to lie down with her clothes on and wait for tomorrow morning's show, she said impatiently: "I'm going to die so much." When she finished speaking, the expression on her face was quickly replaced by panic.

replace.

Her body was on fire at the moment, an unnatural blush appeared on her face, every inch of her joints seemed to have fallen off, and her body was covered with dense itches.

Changle uncontrollably pulled off his complicated wedding clothes and quickly revealed the pink skin underneath. Under the candlelight, the snowy skin glowed with silky white.

Xie Zhao curled his lips and smiled, enduring the severe pain, and walked to the edge of the bed and pressed the blushing woman in front of him under him, rubbing his big hands back and forth on her body.

Changle couldn't help but exhale, and his eyes were filled with gushing desire.

The craziness in Xie Zhao's eyes was even worse, "Your Highness, Princess."

Changle pulled the clothes on her body and cursed: "It's so hot. It's so hot, Xie Zhao! You are a beast!" She pinched her thigh fiercely, regained her clarity for a moment, and roared: "What I have given you is...

Beijiang Broken Heart Powder! Even if you don’t survive tonight, are you going to be reborn as a pervert?! Don’t let me go yet!”

The overwhelming lust hit Xie Zhao like a wave. He breathed heavily and bit into Chang Le's ear: "Death under peonies, you can be a ghost even if you die."

The hairpin rings fell off and the bells jingled.

Changle drowsily heard the man calling her nickname over and over again in a suppressed voice.

But, everyone who knew her nickname was dead.

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