The 262nd chapter sweet-scented osmanthus red makeup night (2)
In the quiet night, red candles and pearls and jade complement each other, like another fairyland on earth that is different from reality, making people indulge in it and not want to return to reality.
Zhang Ning's refusal did not make Zhang Ning unhappy at all, but it was a little awkward to hold the filled wine glass in his hand. He didn't want to hand it over and was in a dilemma, so he drank by himself. Seeing this, Zhou Ning also silently put the other person's glass in his hand.
A cup was brought to his lips. Zhang Ning understood the feelings of the new wife in front of him. In his opinion, Tuesday's mother was a woman with a bit of personality. She entered the bridal chamber without a choice. She did not resist, but it was understandable that it was difficult to marry her right away.
Being able to play and drink with a man who is almost a stranger; perhaps it is a kind of self-esteem that is at work, but the girl's behavior made Zhang Ning feel a little cute.
He slowly exhaled, thinking that the matchmaker was marrying the man, and they would be together for a long time, perhaps as long as several decades, if his Suzaku Army was not wiped out. So there was no need to be too impatient and just let nature take its course.
Well, time will change everything; patience is exactly Zhang Ning’s strength.
However, on the wedding night, Zhang Ning felt that she should take the initiative, and there was no need to force her if she was really unwilling. So he put down the cup and said gently: "It's getting dark, let's go to bed and rest... and sleep together."
The son is not fooling around, the mother-in-law is still waiting to have a grandson."
Tuesday's mother finally blushed, pinched the corners of her clothes with her fingers and said nothing.
Zhang Ning tentatively put his hands on her shoulders. When she didn't resist, he hugged her body and laid her flat on the bed. Then he helped her take off her boots. She remained silent during the whole process, her body tense.
, which made Zhang Ning feel a little nervous, as if he was sleeping with a woman for the first time.
Her hands were still holding on to the hem of her clothes, and she finally said, "Put down the bed curtain."
Zhang Ning complied, and she added, "Why don't you blow out the candles?"
There were candles lit in all four corners of the room. Zhang Ning didn't want to blow them, and he didn't want to see nothing. He said kindly: "It is auspicious to light red candles in the bridal chamber."
Tuesday's mother closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled together slightly, and she whispered: "I'm a little scared, please be gentle."
Hearing this sentence, Zhang Ning knew that she was ready. It took a long time from the appointment to the official marriage, and Zhou Zhou's mother should have figured it out, even if she was a little reluctant. Zhang Ning picked it up calmly.
She took off her red robe, and didn't want to preach to her anymore about the principles of marrying a chicken and following the chicken, and that girls always marry. Maybe she will understand now, otherwise in the future
You will also understand that in the Ming Dynasty, these things were basic common sense for women.
Since she did not express resistance, Zhang Ning felt that he should fulfill his responsibility. Although the girl lying on the bed was only seventeen years old, not yet an adult in modern times, and seemed to be a little unwilling, he had no pressure, and it was just like that.
Zhang Ning reached out to her small waist, untied the leather belt, and was about to reach out to lift her collar when suddenly she grabbed Zhang Ning's palm with force. He stopped and put his hand on
There was no force to lift the clothes, nor was she to take them back. After a stalemate for a while, her wrist gradually softened, and Zhang Ning continued his behavior.
Her eyes were closed tightly, but her heart was definitely clearer than ever. This was the first time Zhang Ning had encountered such a nervous expression. It was obvious that modern girls were unlikely to look like this; probably this was also consistent with the concept of the Ming Dynasty.
There is an observation that women in general take things between men and women too seriously, and there are rumors that many women committed suicide because they were forced to be defiled. Loyalty is probably something worth defending with one's life in people's minds, and this pair
The way men behave as ministers is also similar, theoretically.
He thought of Gu Chunhan and Peach Blossom Fairy. When they knew that Zhang Ning was going to marry a wife, they did not dare to say a word of objection. It was not difficult to understand that they knew themselves.
At this time, Zhang Ning also felt in a trance that he should also fulfill some responsibilities, because there is no unreasonable request in this world. Without hesitation, he opened Zhou Niang's clothes with some caution. If Zhou Niang
Now that she can open her eyes and see Zhang Ning's gaze, maybe she can feel a little love.
Under the slender neck, Zhang Ning was pleasantly surprised to see a very beautiful collarbone, and the smooth skin made it shine. I don't know whether it is the art of Nuwa when she created humans, or the aesthetics of human imagination, but there are always changes in women's bodies.
There is something so beautiful that people cannot put it down.
Zhang Ning put his palm on her collarbone and stroked it. His rough and warm hand moved downward slowly, and the white skin was gradually exposed from the bright red clothes. His palm left the bony collarbone and gradually felt the warmth and warmth.
Soft, the whole body and mind were brought into a soft world surrounded by cotton by the touch of the palm. Then something hard|hard and stubborn touched his finger.
Tuesday's mother's breathing gradually became faster, and she grabbed the corners of her clothes with both hands, and the tendons in her wrists stood out. But her whole body was still lying on her back, motionless, neither resisting nor cooperating, stiff and unfamiliar. Zhang Ning took his fingers.
The stubbornly erect breasts in the middle of the snow-white plumpness moved a little, and then he simply pulled up the waist of her skirt. She hurriedly grabbed the waist of her skirt. Zhang Ning felt that such a futile act was useless.
Meaning, he tugged hard and pulled the skirt up to her thighs. Between the smooth lower abdomen and the white thighs, the oily black place was suddenly exposed, bulging like a small steamed bun. Unexpectedly, her face
Delicate and beautiful, but so thick down there. Zhou Niang snorted suppressedly, opened her eyes, her originally white face was as red as a rose, her eyes had an extremely complicated expression, with a little anger, and
Helplessness, grievance, and shame are emotions that want to crawl into the cracks in the ground.
She complained in a trembling voice: "It's not like you've never seen someone look at someone like this... I told you to blow out the candle..." She shed tears as she spoke.
One sentence had revealed some resentment in her heart. Sure enough, this girl still cared about Zhang Ning getting entangled with other women before getting married. However, in this era, men fooling around is not a problem at all. Even after marriage, it is just a matter of men.
Because of power; but women probably still mind, it’s just that they don’t have power.
Zhang Ning was speechless. After a while, Tuesday's mother said again: "Have you seen enough? If you have seen enough, don't stand there and scare people. The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain."
Unexpectedly, this girl is very delicate, but she is a straightforward person. Zhang Ning said helplessly: "You and I agree with Zhou Gong's way, how can it be like going to the execution ground as you said? If so, why are there so many adultery criminals in the yamen?
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"You know how to talk nonsense, why don't I get you a cucumber and let you try it yourself..." Tuesday's mother suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing, her face became even redder, and she hurriedly stopped.
Zhang Ning said with a playful smile: "Is it the kind with burrs?"
Tuesday's mother pulled the quilt to cover her body, turned around and ignored her. Zhang Ning suddenly remembered something, and picked up the robe he had taken off, rummaged through it, and took out the item from his sleeve pocket.
The bottle was sent by Yao Ji before entering the room.
He pulled out the stopper again and smelled it. The fragrance was still there. He poured a little more on his fingers, and after twisting it, it became sticky and slippery. He immediately laughed. It turns out that this thing is so useful...
With her back on her back, Zhou Zhou's mother heard Zhang Ning doing something behind her. She turned around to look out of curiosity. Seeing this, she couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to do?"
Zhang Ning said: "If you put the contents of this bottle on it, you will not feel any pain."
After hearing this, Tuesday's mother was very ashamed, but she pretended to be serious and said: "Where did it come from? Is it clean?"
"This is the dew of a hundred flowers." Zhang Ning said casually, "Every year, hundreds of flowers are used to extract the essence. It is very difficult to make. If you don't believe me, give it a try."
"I won't smell anything you put on a place like that." Zhou Zui's mother just finished speaking and covered her mouth.
Zhang Ning held the bottle and said coaxingly: "Come here and let me apply it on you. Doesn't this mean your mother-in-law feels sorry for you? Otherwise, why bother doing this?"
"Why are you related to your mother-in-law?" Zhou Niang was smart and asked immediately. Zhang Ning could only say: "Where do I have time to get such a thing? It was given by my mother-in-law. She must feel sorry for you tonight. Suffer and see how good it is for you."
"Madam...Madam is really..." Tuesday's mother murmured in surprise.
"I don't want you to do it for others." She grabbed it and poured a little on her finger, but she immediately regretted it. Probably thinking of her embarrassing action when applying it, she picked that spot in front of Zhang Ning. This was too obscene and disrespectful. She froze there, not knowing what to do.
At this time, Zhang Ning took it over knowingly, opened the quilt, and wanted to take off her skirt from her thighs first. Zhou Niang was very uncooperative and closed her legs tightly until Zhang Ning took off her skirt. She was still holding them together and unwilling to separate them. Zhang Ning had no choice but to use his hands to break them apart, and finally managed to get them open.
Tuesday's mother sighed quietly and stood there, too lazy to struggle.
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The birds in the morning were chirping noisily outside the window, and occasionally you could hear the crowing of roosters in the distance. Zhang Ning reluctantly let go of the graceful and smooth body in his arms, and pushed the naked body of Zhou Niang, which was exposed outside the brocade quilt. He shouldered his shoulder and urged in her ear: "Get up, I must get up early this morning to pay my respects to my mother and concubine, so that I can leave a good impression on you."
"I don't have any strength at all and I feel dizzy." Tuesday's mother said sleepily.
Zhang Ning had no choice but to get up when others told him to, so he got up by himself, looked around to see where the clean clothes were, and had to put on yesterday's underwear.
At this time, I heard a delicate voice behind me saying: "Don't wear that dress, just wait a moment, I'll look for where to put the clothes." Tuesday's mother casually gathered the dress around her body, and got up from the bed softly to look for it. shoe.
Zhang Ning said: "Aren't you dizzy?"
Tuesday's mother covered her mouth with her hands and yawned: "There is nothing I can do, but I can't let Mrs. Yao think that I am a lazy wife."
"It's too late for her to hurt you. Did the thing last night work?"
Tuesday's mother blushed and pulled Zhang Ning: "Don't talk about that in broad daylight. Are you ashamed?"