The early morning light shines through the window lattice and shines on the fiery red curtains. Yingluo opens her long eyelashes and sees the fiery red top of the couch. This is Prince Zheng's Mansion, and last night was the wedding night.

At this moment, why didn't Zhen'er wake her up? She sat up suddenly.

Through the curtains, I could see that the wedding candle had been burning all night in the wedding room, and the candle was still burning with tears dripping down. The brocade box containing the chastity veil was still there beside the bed.

His eyebrows narrowed, how could he sleep so peacefully in the bridal chamber abandoned by others on their wedding night? It must have been King Zheng who had not gotten up until three o'clock in the morning. Could Zhen'er and Amai be controlled by someone?

Yingluo hurriedly put on her clothes and opened the door to the room. She wanted to go to King Zheng to ask what she wanted to do? He knew clearly that a nun from the palace would come this morning, so did he deliberately make a fool of himself again?

?

Yingluo opened the door with an angry look on her face and saw that the door was full of people. Si Wushang was standing at the door with a kind-hearted old lady, Zhen'er and Amai were also among the crowd.

Si Wushang was as gentle and warm as ever. He looked at the stunned Yingluo and said affectionately: "Luo'er, I saw that you were very tired yesterday, so I was afraid of waking you up."

What does he mean that he is very tired? He is talking about last night's bridal night, when the man was at the bottom and the woman was at the top. He dominated the woman and forced himself on her. It was really despicable and shameless. He glared hatefully at Si Wushang who was smiling strangely, and those other things.

The servants snickered secretly.

The old nanny smiled lovingly and said: "Originally, the Empress Dowager was still worried that Prince Zheng was too weak to withstand the torture. It seems that marrying a princess who is good at martial arts is a rare complement. Prince Zheng had the foresight. This is why.

The important task of flourishing the royal family will be left to Princess Zheng."

Yingluo gritted her teeth bitterly, her ears turned red with embarrassment. The old woman in front of her must be the nun sent by the Empress Dowager to get the chastity veil. Prince Zheng was really despicable, speaking of himself in such a bad way.

, to cover up his pretense of illness.

She just knew that the news about her being abandoned in the bridal chamber could never be spread, because then the face of the Murong family and the Queen's sister would be lost.

The shame and anger on Yingluo's face gradually faded, and she said calmly and calmly: "Please wait for Yingluo and Prince Zheng to greet the Empress Dowager. Prince Zheng is weak, so the princess will naturally have to mention some things. For example, Prince Zheng

Yingluo has been practicing martial arts since she was a child and is proficient in medical skills. She checked the prince's pulse last night and found that the prince's meridians are blocked, which cannot be cured by ordinary medical doctors. Yingluo thought of a way to cure the prince's body, so she might as well demonstrate it.

Let grandma go back and report the good news to the Queen Mother."

Grandma was very happy when she heard this, "That's good. The Queen Mother has always cared about Prince Zheng's body. If the Princess can cure Prince Zheng's illness, the Queen Mother will definitely give him a heavy reward."

Murong Yingluo raised her eyebrows and glanced at Si Wushang, and she let Si Wushang know what it meant to shoot her in the foot, "Your Majesty, Luo'er took his pulse last night and is confident that she can cure his illness.

The prince can trust me."

Si Wushang's gentle lips trembled slightly. She was sent by the Empress Dowager. He didn't believe what tricks Murong Yingluo could pull off in broad daylight.

"If Luo'er can cure this king of his illness, I will also give him a heavy reward."

However, Yingluo smiled sweetly and said: "This is originally a matter of my status. I have to go into the room to get some things. Please wait a moment!"

As she spoke, Yingluo walked towards the door. She didn't want to pretend to be alive, but sometimes she couldn't control the situation.

Returning to the room, Yingluo took out the chastity veil that had been placed on the bedside for a long time. She was afraid that King Zheng would do anything about it, so she unfolded it and put it into the brocade box after seeing it was correct. She picked up a brocade quilt from the couch and walked out of the room.

He spread the bright red wedding quilt directly on the ground and handed the brocade box into the hands of grandma.

Then she walked in front of Si Wushang, Yingying leaned down to greet King Zheng and said, "Please forgive me for the offence."

A heroic spirit suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to lift Si Wushang's arm. The joints where his fingertips touched made a crisp sound, and Si Wushang frowned faintly, as if he was in pain.

Yingluo thought he would use his internal strength to resist, but she didn't expect that he had no internal strength at all, just like ordinary people.

It seemed that her strength was similar to that of tickling, so Yingluo simply sealed his acupuncture points, pushed his body down, and Yingluo sat directly on him, holding his two arms behind her back.

"Ah!" Si Wushang made a painful sound.

Auntie said nervously: "Princess Zheng, please take it easy! The prince's body cannot withstand the torture of the princess."

"Don't worry, mama, I'm just relaxing the prince's muscles and activating his blood." A crisp sound was heard along with Si Wushang's painful cry, and his legs were pressed against his head.

Yingluo warned with gentleness: "My lord, please be patient a little longer. This will help your blood flow smoothly."

Si Wushang's voice sounded weak and trembling, "Don't worry, Luo'er, I can bear it!"

The maids in Prince Zheng's Mansion secretly felt sorry for the Prince. The Prince had married a fierce concubine, and Prince Zheng's Mansion was not going to have a good life.

Biyue was so anxious that she burst into tears. How could the prince, with such a delicate body, endure the torment of this crazy woman?

Others don't know what happened? But Biyue was hiding in the dark and could see clearly. She clearly saw the prince leaving the woman in the new house last night. The woman must be seeking revenge. She was about to stand up and speak for the prince, but was stopped by Bupo.

After a while, Murong Yingluo looked at Si Wushang who was exhausted on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, you can get up now. I only need seven or forty-nine days to ensure that Your Majesty rebuilds his strong muscles and bones."

The nanny was surprised and seemed to be provoking discord and said: "It turns out that it's not that Prince Zheng's illness cannot be cured. It's that no one dares to treat Prince Zheng like this. If you offend the royal family, you will be beheaded."

When Si Wushang, who was lying on the ground, heard this, instead of being angry, he looked up to the sky and laughed. However, the laughter was like a sharp knife cutting through the skin, making people shudder.

Si Wushang's face was as gentle as before, and he stretched out his hand to look at Yingluo, "I really don't have much strength, please help me get up." His words seemed to be coquettish, which made Yingluo even more uneasy.

After being repaired by herself, she was still able to laugh. In front of everyone, she stretched out her hand to pull him, but was pulled by a strong force. Yingluo's center of gravity was unsteady, and she fell on top of him.

The two of them looked at each other, and their breaths were just a few inches away. Yingluo's face lost the calmness it had just now, and her cheeks turned red. She wanted to move away from him, but he sealed the pulse gate on his wrist, but he couldn't.

Move half a minute.

Seeing the smile on his lips growing wider, he kissed her with domineering yet gentle lips without any permission.

In public, Yingluo's blushing face was like a delicate berry, but she couldn't break free from his imprisonment, and all her advantages were taken away by him.

Si Wushang let go of her wrist, but there was a burning pain under the sleeves of the robe and above the wrist, and his hands were trembling a little. The two stood up, Si Wushang still leaned against hers, and the weight of his entire body was weighing him down.

on her body.

He said to grandma: "I really married a virtuous princess. I believe it won't take long for me to be in good health."
Chapter completed!