Under the orange-reddish candlelight, her expression looked vaguely like a figure in a dream.
But those piercing eyes said that it was definitely her.
"good."
Zhao Rong didn't ask any questions and immediately turned around to change his clothes.
"Wait!"
Zhao Lingfei suddenly reached out and took his arm.
Zhao Rong turned around.
"But I..." She paused, reorganized her words, and whispered: "Don't you ask me if I am also wearing that red wedding dress?"
Zhao Rong smiled and said: "It's all the same."
Zhao Lingfei looked into his eyes and said, "No, it's different."
"I should have brought it with me."
She said stubbornly, her voice a little crying.
Zhao Rong shook his head.
"Zhao Qingjun, you are still my bride even if you don't wear wedding clothes."
Zhao Lingfei stopped talking.
Qiu Yan looked at him without blinking.
In front of the bed, the atmosphere became quiet.
"Then..." Xiao Qian'er, who was pinned down by Zhao Lingfei and eavesdropped in the quilt, her weak voice leaked out, "What about me?"
"You go ahead." Zhao Lingfei pressed her arched little head, lowered her head close to the little girl's ears, and threatened with a slightly fierce look: "Go back to the house and sleep."
"I can't sleep. I want health. What do you want to do?"
"Then go to your room and cool down. This is my wedding bed. There's nothing wrong with me if I don't have a little maid."
"Okay, you used to call me Hao Qian'er, but now you call me little maid. Miss, you have changed."
Even though the little Qian'er in the bed was being firmly pressed down by Zhao Lingfei's "murder weapon", she still had to raise her unyielding head high and arch her head, saying plausibly:
"Are you going to do something shameful, are you afraid that I will see it?"
"This is not something that a little maid should take care of."
"If you don't tell me, I know what it is. It's just to make up for the wedding night last time. What's the shame? At the Duke's Mansion at the beginning of the year, those seven aunts and eight grandmas didn't teach us before the wedding, didn't they?
Is there such a thing as bullying in the marriage bed? I remember I asked them why they didn’t fight back when their husband bullied them, but both you and them glared at her..."
Xiao Qian'er poured the beans into the bamboo bucket and shook them all out, "I remember you were so entranced when you heard it, and you made the back of my hand turn white..." Miss, what are you doing?
I don’t want to silence you, Brother Rong’er, help me, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Zhao Rong looked back and saw that Zhao Lingfei had already lifted the quilt under her body and blocked Xiao Qian'er's mouth.
"Shut up, you stinky girl." She whispered, then turned to him who was still taking a step and said quickly:
"Don't listen to her nonsense. She talks nonsense all the time."
"OK."
Zhao Rong nodded calmly,
Turned around.
The man couldn't help but grin.
Then without any delay, he ran straight to the screen on the other side of the room to change into his groom's clothes.
There are also words in his mouth: "The four great joys in life are the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber... the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber... the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber... the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber!"
Zhao Lingfei: "..."
Xiao Qian'er: "......"
After a while.
While someone behind the screen was 'studying' how to wear the groom's suit.
On the bed.
"Miss, seriously, let's stop making trouble now, okay?"
Xiao Qian'er got out of the quilt, raised her face and said:
"I think we can definitely discuss it again..."
"No, you go down quickly and go back to your room to sleep."
"Discuss and discuss..."
Zhao Lingfei interrupted ruthlessly: "No discussion."
Xiao Qian'er: "......"
She opened her mouth to yell again, but Zhao Lingfei glared at her, so she had to close her mouth and muttered in a low voice:
"Don't forget that I am also Brother Rong'er's maid. According to the customs in some places, I shouldn't try it for you first..."
"No need to come." Zhao Lingfei was tidying up the wedding bed and said angrily: "I asked you to follow him down the mountain before. I gave you so many opportunities but you failed to seize them. In the end..."
She couldn't say anything else.
At the foot of Wangquezhou Mountain, in many places, it is indeed the custom for newlyweds to have their maids warm the bed of the male host before the bridal chamber.
For Concubine Zhao Ling, there would be no jealousy or sadness if Zhao Rong slept with her eldest maid first.
On the contrary, I felt that Xiao Qian'er showed her best efforts and followed her and Zhao Rong without even competing for her status. She also tried her best to retain and maintain the newlyweds when their relationship broke down.
She didn't know how to taste her husband's so-called 'first time having sex' with Xiao Qian'er.
It’s just that life is sometimes difficult because things are unpredictable, the weather is unpredictable, and the gaps are hard to make up.
Seeing the lady's complicated and unspeakable look, Xiao Qian'er shrank her head.
When she first accompanied Brother Rong'er down the mountain, she did receive subtle hints from some young ladies.
Although the young lady didn’t say it clearly, even the night before Brother Rong’er went down the mountain, the young lady was very domineering and fierce. She was not allowed to be in front of or on top of the young lady...
But Xiao Qian'er knew what the young lady was thinking behind her cold appearance.
Because before leaving the mountain that day, the latter stuffed something into her...
"It's all my fault...it's all my fault for that maid Su. On the way down the mountain, she got in the way between me and Brother Rong'er..."
Halfway through the explanation, Xiao Qian'er's face turned bitter.
It is true that she failed to protect Brother Rong'er and the sweetheart husband she shared with the young lady.
Under the lowered gaze of the woman with autumn eyes, the girl who was always stubborn and tough-tongued hugged the quilt and buried her head in saying:
"Well, in fact, apart from this, after accompanying him to Hanjing, there were indeed several opportunities to go to Brother Rong'er... to warm the bed... to have sex. It's just that he was busy at that time.
Running between the Ministry of Rites and the Imperial Palace, busy with the Zen Ceremony, I couldn't bear to waste his time. Besides..."
Xiao Qian'er said softly, paused again, quickly raised her head and glanced at the young lady who was biting her lip and listening, and gave another reason:
"In addition, I went back to Duyou City with Rong'er brother on the way, and had a meal with you and the little girl at Xia Chongzhai. I feel more and more that it would be better for you, Miss, to have sex with him for the first time. He is
The big pig's hooves blatantly brought the little fox home, and it's really unfair for you, Miss, to cook and entertain yourself..."
Concubine Zhao Ling became quiet after hearing this.
He looked at the maid in front of him who was curled up with the quilt in his arms.
It was quiet in front of the bed.
Neither the master nor the servant spoke anymore.
It was also quiet inside the house.
There was only the rustling sound of Zhao Rong changing clothes behind the screen in the other corner of the room.
"I am not aggrieved."
Zhao Lingfei suddenly stretched out her hand and placed it on Xiao Qian'er's thin shoulder.
He shook her hand.
"It's you who feel wronged."
"I didn't. Qian'er is not wronged. It's you who are wronged, Miss... I don't blame Brother Rong'er. In order to save me in the Zhulin Courtyard, he put himself in a dangerous situation like the Imperial Tomb and the Underground Palace... No.
It’s his fault…”
Xiao Qian'er lowered her head and said, "In the final analysis, it's all my fault for not guarding Brother Rong'er well. I took all precautions, but I still allowed that weird divorced girl named Luo Xiu to take advantage of her..."
Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head slightly, "I don't blame the Luo Xiu heroine, she...she did the right thing."
"But Miss..."
"There is no but." Zhao Lingfei turned her head, looked out the window and said, "I have to thank her for saving him."
Zhao Qian'er couldn't help but raise her head and stared at Zhao Lingfei's calm expression.
"I just don't know if I will have a chance to meet her in the future." She lowered her eyes and said.
Xiao Qian'er thought for a while, but didn't know how to answer.
The atmosphere became quiet again.
After a while, Zhao Lingfei curled up the corners of her lips and smiled, then raised her head and looked at the direction of the screen on the other side of the room.
"It seems like I'll be back soon."
She muttered to herself, then turned around suddenly and asked: "Is that... still with you?"
Xiao Qian'er was slightly stunned, "Ah?"
Zhao Lingfei's voice became softer, "That... piece of clothing."
"Ah...oh oh!" The girl reacted and nodded quickly, "Yes, after you stuffed it into me before going down the mountain, I kept it with me. I... didn't even have a chance to put it on..."
When she said the last sentence, her voice gradually became softer.
Because the opportunity seems to have come.
Xiao Qian'er took out a folded piece of silk cloth from the Xumi object.
After unfolding, it takes on a diamond shape... Several thin straps hang from the four corners... A graceful white lotus is embroidered on it...
The whole piece of fabric also looks very soft and skin-friendly... And the little girl also knows that when she holds it in her hand, it feels very 'cool and cool', but it will warm up after a while...
She blushed and handed it to the young lady to see.
"Don't give it to me." Zhao Lingfei quickly reached out and pushed Xiao Qian'er's hand holding a certain piece of clothing back into her arms. She looked away slightly and added: "Don't give it back to me yet."
"Oh ok."
On the wedding bed, the little girl held a pure white bellyband embroidered with cool lotus flowers and looked around, feeling a little shy.
This was given to her by the lady secretly before she accompanied Brother Rong'er down the mountain.
Xiao Qian'er is Zhao Lingfei's personal maid, and she knows that her two favorite intimate clothes are the pure white one embroidered with lotus flowers, and the festive red one embroidered with mandarin ducks that she wore on her wedding night...
As for the pure white bellyband of Bailian, the young lady once gave it to Brother Rong'er. It was a little interest between lovers. However, after she broke it, Brother Rong'er found an excuse to return it in a serious manner.
Got them...
So this special little piece of clothing is now going around in circles among the three childhood sweethearts.
Before Xiao Qian'er went down the mountain, the young lady gave her this special piece of clothing, and she vaguely understood the young lady's default attitude towards certain things...
and.
If one night she wore this white lotus bellyband that belonged to the young lady and got into the bed of a certain big pig's trotters, asking for advice on Mr. Zhao's family rules and Mr. Zhao's profound knowledge.
After he saw it, he would definitely understand that it was the young lady's arrangement, and then... he would obey her obediently.
"It would be great if the situation develops according to the arrangement of this script... You are really useless, Zhao Qian'er. It took so long to go down the mountain without taking down Brother Rong'er, and you also made the young lady suffer even greater grievances...
"
Xiao Qianzi sniffed and said with some frustration.
She immediately regained her composure, "However, there is still a chance to make up for it!"
The girl raised her head and found that the young lady was looking at Brother Rong'er again, as if she wanted to do something.
She immediately asked in a hopeful tone: "Miss, won't you drive me away?"
Zhao Lingfei glanced at her and ignored her.
"This... I'm so sorry. This should be the wedding bed prepared by Brother Rong'er for you."
"Then you were reluctant to leave just now, and now you feel embarrassed?"
Zhao Lingfei couldn't help but knock her chestnut. Xiao Qian'er blinked, raised her little face, put her forehead up, and knocked on the lady's chest.
Then when he hit her, he said softly, "Oh," and whispered: "Young lady is so kind."
Zhao Lingfei was a little nervous and was hesitating whether to wear that special piece of clothing for him as a wedding dress, but she heard Xiao Qian'er muttering softly beside her:
"Don't worry, Miss. Qian'er will help you well later. I'll give you the chief seat. There will be no crowding. I will push you from behind..."
Zhao Lingfei was stunned for a moment, turned around, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Why are you pushing me?"
What Xiao Qian'er said was to help her well and give her the main position... Based on her unfamiliar experience, she can roughly understand these.
It’s just... what the hell is pushing her? A mole?
Xiao Qian'er asked in a low voice: "Miss, haven't you seen...haven't you seen some picture scrolls..."
"What picture scroll?"
"It's just...it's just...some senior sisters, they occasionally, I mean occasionally, occasionally read it in private when they are bored."
"..." Zhao Lingfei.
How do you know so much?
As Xiao Qian'er spoke, her voice became silent. In fact, there was no need to ask. She knew the answer just by looking at her young lady's reaction.
Too.
In the eyes of the young lady, there are only three kinds of books in the world.
One is a simple book on spiritual practice.
One is a boring book except for spiritual practice.
There is another kind of book, which is Zhumahujun’s book.
Zhao Lingfei's cheeks turned red suddenly, and Xiao Qian'er's innocent expression made her roughly understand the crookedness of the new statement just now.
But before Zhao Lingfei could get embarrassed, Xiao Qianer immediately changed the topic and returned to the most critical matter at the moment.
"Miss, Miss, Brother Rong'er seems to be back soon after changing his clothes. Please tell me, what should we do now?"
Zhao Lingfei turned her head to look at the movement on the groom's side, then turned back and looked at the red wedding bed beneath her.
The woman took a deep breath.
Her face was as red as a ripe apple.
She whispered: "I... let's change clothes too."
Qian'er asked: "Changing clothes? What clothes?"
"Our... wedding clothes."
On the wedding bed, the girl with peach blossom eyes was stunned.
A woman buried her head in front of the girl and silently took out a piece of "vermilion cloth" embroidered with mandarin ducks in front of the girl. Her autumn eyes glanced at the other piece of "pure white cloth" in the girl's hand.
Then,
There is another ‘red apple’ on the wedding bed.
…
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