Although Si Wushang's wound was scabbed, it must have been at the apex of his heart, and internal force was needed to treat the internal injury.
Si Wushang took back his internal power and let out a long sigh of relief. He could already use his energy to repair his internal injuries. Yingluo saw that he had taken back his internal power.
He took out the soup in the food box. This was the heart-nourishing soup cooked by the Emperor. It had been tested and found to be non-toxic according to Si Wushang's instructions. "Your Majesty, drink it while it's hot!"
"It's better to pour out the soup!"
Yingluo was a little confused. The prince had taken the medicine sent by the emperor earlier. "Your Majesty, if the emperor knew that the prince poured out the soup and medicine, he would definitely be suspicious of the prince."
"Don't worry about this. I know the emperor's thoughts better than anyone else. He has always wanted to push me to the forefront and help him do things. The emperor will not harm me."
"Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about the Queen Mother. Prince Zheng is a bloodline of the late emperor, so he should help the emperor. Isn't it good for brothers to work together?"
Si Wushang just laughed and said: "As the saying goes, accompanying the emperor is like accompanying a tiger. If the emperor doesn't kill me now, there is no guarantee that he will not kill me in the future. If I become the emperor's right-hand man, the emperor will force me to hand over the amulet.
Luo'er should know which is more important, the son's empire and the brotherhood."
What King Zheng said was the emperor's strategy, and he put the prescription in his hand back into the food box. She was negligent for a moment, and then she remembered that the Queen Mother was best at using food to harm others.
Looking at the faint beads of sweat on his forehead, he took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped it for him, "Your Majesty has the inner strength to protect himself and the elixir for healing. From now on, just throw away the tonic."
Si Wushang looked at her with affection, "If you stay with me, you have to be careful and vigilant all the time. It will be very tiring!"
"We are husband and wife." Yingluo stopped at the next sentence. She had realized that Si Wushang had deliberately let her say that sentence.
Si Wushang covered his heart and leaned forward with his handsome face, "Why didn't you say anything?"
Yingluo's eyes were full of shyness. During the day, he had said that tonight would be their bridal night, and he felt extremely guilty. He clenched the corners of his clothes and closed his eyes tightly, not looking at those tender and watery eyes.
"Luo'er, don't be nervous. This is my first time, so I might hurt you."
Yingluo suddenly opened her eyes, and the tension in her heart suddenly disappeared, "How is it possible? Isn't Biyue your sleeping girl?"
However, he said this with less and less confidence. He bit his thin lips slightly and caught a glimpse of his smiling eyes from the corner of his eyes.
How could Prince Zheng fall in love with an ordinary girl?
But on the wedding night, he seemed to be very good at things between men and women, "Who are you lying to? Yingluo doesn't believe it."
Si Wushang was already prepared and ordered Chengfeng to get the bundle and said, "Luo'er, there is a bundle next to the desk by the window. Open it and it will become clear."
Yingluo looked at him with puzzled eyes. He was so mysterious. What was in which baggage? He walked straight over and stretched out his hand to untie the baggage. It was a golden satin booklet without a title. Yingluo picked up the booklet.
, opened the booklet and threw it on the ground in surprise, it was a picture of **.
"Why would the prince wear such a despicable thing on his body?"
"This is a secret secret technique of the royal family. It is a treasure of the father. The royal family is small, and this sexual intercourse is not a pleasure in the boudoir, but a major event to pass on the family line."
Yingluo admitted that for the thin royal family, the imperial heir was indeed a means to maintain imperial power. If the emperor had not been in poor health, her sister would have had many princes, and Yuer became the only heir to Cheng Han.
Yingluo looked at the brocade album on the ground and felt embarrassed. Should she pick it up or not? Prince Zheng would not do what it said. Thinking of what she had just seen, her whole face turned red.
Si Wushang stayed down and picked up the booklet on the ground. Yingluo was a little anxious when she saw him staying down, "My lord, no, you are still a patient."
However, Si Wushang had already lifted her up in the air, and tonight was the wedding night for the two of them.
Si Wushang slowly put her on the couch, but Yingluo sat up directly. His wound hadn't even been healed for three days, "The prince's wound will open."
His gentle breath came closer to his nose, "Luo'er, I love you. I don't want to continue to waste time. We have missed too much. If I knew that God gave me such a good woman, I would never let the wedding night go by.
I will abandon you in the bridal chamber."
Yingluo was so moved when she heard his confession that she could not help but kiss his cheek.
Si Wushang's plump breasts were branded on her breasts, and the breasts were tightly intertwined, getting deeper and deeper. He put his palms on the soft breasts and kneaded them gently. Yingluo's body became numb, and her limbs became weak.
Powerless.
The strong masculine aura shrouded her, and Yingluo could feel his skin, and his lips were as hot as fire.
Listening to his intoxicating and rapid breathing, Yingluo raised her eyes and saw that his eyes were as hot as fire, a heat that wanted to melt her into her bones. The person who was so proud in the past turned out to be so wild and careless.
His body came up, with a turbid breath, and his voice became extremely low and hoarse due to thirst, with a fire-like impatience. He raised his slender fingertips and landed on her ** lips, "It will be very painful in a while.
But you don’t have to be afraid, you will only love me once in your life, but I will love you forever.”
Yingluo was still worried about his wound, so Si Wushang didn't wait for her to speak, and their hot lips intertwined again.
"Aren't you feeling sad?" Bupo asked in the dark night. It was no secret that Amai liked Princess Zheng.
"This has nothing to do with you!"
"What about Zhen'er? She begged the princess to break off the engagement for you. I, Yang Bupo, think I am better than you in every aspect, so why did he choose you instead of me?"
Amai looked at him with a quiet expression. It seemed that he liked Zhen'er, "Zhen'er doesn't like being rough. Being like you at noon will only make her more and more disgusted."
"Since you saw it, why didn't you stop it?"
"You two are already engaged, and I don't believe you will do anything worse than that. I don't want to give Zhen'er hope. Since you refuse, just break it off cleanly."
Yang Bupo couldn't understand Amai, and his thoughts were even harder to predict than King Zheng's, "Are you really just a guard?"
"I'm afraid that Guard Yang is overly concerned. Amai has been with the young lady for ten years and has always been the young lady's bodyguard. I also know Yu Zhen'er, so I might as well tell you something."
Yang Bupo also realized that his overbearing and rudeness would only make Zhen'er more disgusted, but as long as he thought of a dignified man being regretted by a woman, he couldn't accept it.
Seeing that Yang Bupo did not object to his proposal, Amai said: "Zhen'er originally came from a well-off family, but her father mistakenly made friends with friends and lost all the family property. He bought eight-year-old Zhen'er into the general's mansion as a servant, and his father left him with the money.
A brother who is under one year old and a frail mother. Zhen'er is very filial. She leaves only a little of the monthly money and almost all of it goes to her mother. Her biggest wish should be to redeem the marriage contract. The young lady knows that Zhen'er
Regarding my son's life experience, I was once assigned to take care of her family, but perhaps she misunderstood me at that time."