Red candle, incense burner, half-rolled bead curtain.
The wedding bed, the wedding window, only the beauties, not yet red-faced...
In the main room.
The lights were on, but it was surprisingly quiet.
Zhao Rong returned with a pair of embroidered shoes in one hand.
Immediately I noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room.
Look up.
The two girls on the bed buried their whole bodies in the bright red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks.
The quilt was bulging into two big balls.
like a statue.
Zhao Rong walked straight to the bed and put down two pairs of embroidered shoes.
"alright."
He looked up.
But Qingjun on the bed made no move or intention to get out of bed and put on shoes.
Zhao Rong didn't ask any more questions, turned his head, stretched out his hand and patted the raised 'little butt' under the quilt.
"It's getting late, Qian'er, you should go back to your room and sleep. I'll get your shoes. Go back quickly and don't catch a cold. Even if your body can handle it, it will be uncomfortable if the cold air enters your body."
The girl on the bed shook her butt like a lazy person without making a sound.
It's like lying on the bed.
Zhao Rong patted her butt again, shook his head and said:
"Get up quickly and go back together."
"I...I won't go back. I didn't say I wanted to go back just now." Xiao Qian'er's voice came from the bed, her voice was soft and soft: "Brother Rong'er, Brother Rong'er, can Qian'er sleep with you?"
"..."
"OK?"
"no."
Zhao Rong still shook his head.
Qingjun was already angry just now and was determined to go back to the house to sleep. If he also left Xiao Qian'er behind, although Qingjun wouldn't say anything, he would most likely be jealous when he got up tomorrow.
He reached out and lifted a corner of the quilt.
However, Xiao Qian'er had quick eyes and quick hands. She hugged the quilt around her body and shrank into the bed.
Zhao Rong bent down and touched her head, with a helpless tone:
"Stop it."
Xiao Qian'er whispered softly: "I won't leave, I won't leave, I want to sleep in the marriage bed with you. Qian'er has not slept in the marriage bed yet. The red quilt and bedsheets are so beautiful... Hehe, it's embroidered with mandarin ducks.
Much prettier than Miss’s.”
Zhao Lingfei: "???"
He immediately said with a straight face: "What nonsense are you talking about? Qingjun's duck is wrong...mandarin ducks are also pretty."
"Huh, you already said it was a duck. Fat ducks can see where they are."
Zhao Rong: "......"
It's hard to argue with that.
Just when he was speechless, Zhao Lingfei, who had been quiet and motionless, suddenly stretched out her foot and kicked Xiao Qian'er, who was curled up into a ball.
"Miss, why did you kick me?"
The girl at the end of the bed stuck her head out, wrinkled her nose, and muttered towards the head of the bed.
Zhao Rong turned around and looked.
Qingjun, who was sitting at the head of the bed, said nothing, his head still buried in the bed.
Xiao Qian'er turned to look at Zhao Rong, "Brother Rong'er, the lady is in a hurry to leave, so just let her go. Qian'er will sleep with you... Ouch, why are you kicking my ass again!"
She turned her head angrily and complained: "Brother Rong'er, brother Rong'er, the young lady is bullying others, bullying the second wife and the chief maid in the family, who is the most lovely! According to the rules of our old Zhao family, what do you say?"
Zhao Rong nodded and upheld justice for her: "Good kick! Miss kicked the maid, does the maid still have reason to complain? It's time to kick."
He said seriously: "No more mumbling in the future."
Zhao Qian'er: "!!!"
After all, you paid the wrong person.
You big pig's hooves, it turns out that justice has been given to the lady. She dislikes you so much tonight, and you still favor her...
At this moment, Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er didn't know whether they heard it correctly. Under the quilt at the head of the bed, Zhao Lingfei seemed to snort softly.
I couldn't tell what the emotion was.
But Xiao Qian'er was even more 'sad'.
With a handful of bitter tears in her eyes, she sniffed, then fluttered on the spot, shaking the bed board.
The little girl refuses to leave:
"Humph, I just won't leave. Brother Rong'er, Miss Stinky, just tell me what to do."
Zhao Rong: "Okay, stop making trouble. It's really late. You and Qingjun go back to sleep together. I'm a little sleepy too."
Xiao Qian'er: "Brother Rong'er, why don't you urge her to get off the bed? She hasn't gotten out of bed yet. Why do you keep urging me?"
Zhao Rong immediately turned his head and whispered to Zhao Lingfei: "Qingjun, take care of her and take her with you..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Lingfei's long legs poked out again and kicked Xiao Qian'er outside.
It seems like he wants to kick some troublesome wild girl off the marriage bed.
"Ouch you!"
Xiao Qian'er didn't escape, and her calamitous little butt was kicked again.
She immediately quit, quickly stretched out her head, and asked Zhao Lingfei a soul question:
"Miss Smelly, why aren't you leaving? Didn't you say you want to go back to your room and sleep? Come on, Brother Rong'er has brought your shoes for you. Just hang on, don't act stupid!"
As soon as these words came out, the room immediately became quiet.
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then he realized what he was doing and turned to look at the woman at the head of the bed.
Xiao Qian'er blinked to prevent her from pretending to be an ostrich, her mouth was like a machine gun, and she didn't stop for a moment: "Miss, please say something quickly, say something quickly, Brother Rong'er is still waiting, I'll give you the shoes
Here you go, go back to your room quickly, don’t stay on the marriage bed between Brother Rong’er and me..."
Zhao Rong saw this and did not interrupt.
Turn around,
He looked at the candles on the table behind him that were lit after he left.
Just when Xiao Qian'er urged her.
"Stinky girl, shut up!"
From under the quilt, Concubine Zhao Ling's cold and clear voice came out.
Xiao Qian'er made a playful gesture of 'shhh' towards Zhao Rong, and then she reached out and patted the quilt of a certain duplicitous lady.
"Oh, I'm finally willing to talk."
She laughed and said: "Miss, when are we leaving? I have been waiting for you for a long time. We just agreed to go back to the house to sleep together..."
"Moreover." Zhao Lingfei interrupted, and then her voiceless voice seemed to have some anger and stubbornness, leaking out from under the quilt: "It's my marriage bed, mine, not yours, stinky girl, what do you want?"
Where is God?"
Xiao Qian'er was not annoyed, tilted her head and asked tentatively: "Then...that means you won't leave?"
There was silence from Concubine Zhao Ling.
Ten breaths passed and still no one spoke.
Just when Zhao Rong thought that Qingjun was probably going to leave in anger after being teased by Qian'er.
"This is my wedding bed, why...you want me to come down, you...you can't even think about it..."
The woman in bed had a very low voice, but she spoke very seriously.
Finally, she seemed to notice the gazes of Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er who were quiet outside through the quilt, and seemed to blush at the words she blurted out. Even Zhao Rong beside the bed noticed that her delicate body was stretched under the quilt.
Straightforward, this was Qingjun's subconscious reaction when he was extremely shy. She immediately added another sentence, her voice slightly louder, "You...you and Qian'er leave quickly, I won't leave."
Zhao Rong looked down at the bed and then at the room.
Well, it should be his, why did he get kicked out too...
Xiao Qian'er on the side almost died from laughing, covering her mouth in joy.
She winked at Zhao Rong, signaling him to pursue the victory and tease the young lady in bed together.
Zhao Rong said nothing.
Xiao Qian'er suppressed her laughter and said seriously: "Brother Rong'er, what do you think we should do? Someone seems to want you to leave as long as they want the marriage bed. Hey, forget it, that's fine. Let her say what she wants. Just satisfy her. Let’s move the battlefield and sleep in my room... Qian’er’s bed is a bit small, but it’s fine for us in a hurry, Rong’er brother, what do you think?”
Before Zhao Rong could speak, a red shadow flashed before his eyes.
Xiao Qian'er's little head that originally poked out of the bed disappeared.
It was a flash of lightning and he shrank back.
He leaned back and saw clearly what was on the bed. It turned out that Qingjun jumped out of the bed, covered Xiao Qian'er with the mandarin duck quilt on his body, and at the same time pounced on her, suppressing her.
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Zhao Lingfei ignored her, opened her hands, and pressed hard on the little girl's head under the quilt.
Zhao Rong saw that under the dim orange candlelight, the oval face of the woman with autumn eyes seemed angry and shy, as if the wedding bed he had carefully prepared was dyed with a color that could seduce any man in the world:
Her cheeks were as red as a dream.
The red lips were bitten and moist.
This mole of tears under the long eyes of Qiu Shui is trembling beautifully, like the flame dancing on the candlestick on a wedding night.
A few strands of playful black hair were scattered on her clean forehead, and her messy temple hair covered her transparent ear beads. She was actually more deserted than usual, adding a bit of indescribable charm to her.
Zhao Rong stood in front of the bed and couldn't help but stretched out his hand, wanting to touch this touching face. Halfway through, he retracted his hand and pointed to her purple embroidered shoes under the bed, "Shoes." ,The shoes are here..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Lingfei, who was sitting on the bed, leaned her upper body forward, her cheek close to his palm that was about to drop.
Zhao Rong is within reach.
She raised her head, looked directly into his eyes, suppressed the slight trembling in her throat and asked, "Did you prepare these?"
It's like asking a question knowingly.
Zhao Rong did not take it as nonsense and answered seriously, "Yeah."
"You...you still remember that night?"
It refers to the wedding night when the two of them broke up on bad terms.
He thought carefully, nodded and said:
"It's like seeing you for the first time, I've never forgotten it."
"I...I haven't forgotten either...How could I forget..." The woman lowered her head and whispered.
He raised his head again and asked: "So, when did you start preparing?"
"I left the left wing where I slept before and secretly came here to decorate it. I thought you would like it. I can't stand it tonight. I want to sleep with you in my arms..."
Zhao Rong caught her gaze mid-sentence and was stunned for a moment, realizing that she seemed to be asking more than just this 'preparation'.
He said softly and truthfully:
"A long time ago, when I just reconciled with you, I wanted to compensate you for a real wedding night. From then on, I started to buy things and put them together. I also I don’t know much about it, so I can only try to restore the layout of the bridal chamber as much as possible from memory. Just tonight, I walked with Xiaoxiao in a prosperous town, and encountered some shops buying wedding items, and finally bought the last few things... …”
Zhao Rong said and looked away, because the burning gaze of the woman on the bed made him a little embarrassed.
She listened, but suddenly asked, "So... where is your groom's suit? Is it still there?"