In a moment, a pot of wine was separated by the two of them.
Zi Tong's face was flushed, and she was a little drunk. She hooked Beichen's neck with one hand, grabbed his clothes with the other, and her lips were close to his ears.
"Beichen, I have lived for twenty years, and this is the happiest day."
"You're drunk." Beichen hugged her and walked towards the joy bed.
"I'm not drunk, this is my secret. Today... I want to tell you..."
"It's not too late to talk back." He lifted the quilt open, saw the white silk covered on the bed, and just raised his eyebrows, then pulled it apart, and then pulled it apart the remaining layers of wedding clothes on her body, stuffing her, who was left with only the small clothes, into the thin quilt.
"No... I have to say today...I..." Zi Tong hugged his arm, "I tell you, I...I'm not Zi Tong..."
"Who are you?" Beichen sat on the side of the bed and asked with a smile.
"No, I am Zi Tong... I mean I am not Zi Tong... I don't understand if I say it..."
Her voice became lower and lower, and then she fell asleep.
Getting married is even more tiring than fighting. From the morning to the present, she has been tired, and with the drunkenness, she can't hold on.
Seeing her long eyelashes drooping and sleeping, Beichen just smiled and gently pulled out his palm from her arms. Then he looked at the white silk that he threw on the side and spread the white silk flat on the table. He raised his fingers lightly, and had cut his palms, allowing blood to drip from his palms, and dyed the white silk bright red in a moment. Then he put his fingers together and let the wound heal naturally.
Taking off his wedding robe, Beichen turned around and walked to the side of the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down, and only hugged the familiar villain in his arms. Looking at her delicate little face, he leaned over and kissed her, then slapped her and closed his eyes.
Beichen is not an impatient person. He founded Ziwei Auction House in Beizhou Continent and had two years to make it an important store on Beizhou Continent. He didn't care about waiting for more time.
The same is true for her.
Not to mention Beizhou, it is not the Central continent, there are also many women who get married at the age of thirteen or fourteen.
But that's someone else, she's her.
His little lady is just the first to bloom now, and she is still far from the blooming charm. She has been waiting for eighteen years and will no longer wait for a while.
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Beijia Villa, Zhutao Pavilion.
Mrs. Qingyou shook the fan in her hand slightly, "Qingyou is very grateful to me for being here in person this time."
Mr. Xue smiled indifferently, "Beichen is my disciple, and Zitong is also my disciple. How could I not come for such a big deal?"
"It's a pity that stubborn person in my family is still angry with Beichen and cannot thank you in person." Mrs. Qingyou apologized.
"Madam, you're polite." Mr. Xue turned to the bamboo forest not far away, "I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
"Sir, walk slowly."
Mrs. Qingyou politely sent him out of the pavilion. Mr. Xue said aloud and walked, his figure swayed, and he had already flew up.
Watching Mr. Xue disappear, Mrs. Qingyou immediately took the maid back to the front hall. The guest was still there, and her son's temper would definitely not appear again. She, the mother-in-law, always had to take care of him so that people would not say that the Bei family had lost their etiquette.
Mrs. Qingyou had just left, but a figure returned to Zhutao Pavilion.
It's not someone else, it's Mr. Xue who just left.
Facing the bamboo forest, Mr. Xue spoke politely, "Princess, please come out and see me."