Extra Chapter: My First Meeting with Xiao Shen and Lao Ye (10)

Shen Qing stopped struggling desperately, and Yeluweisi's demands became less brutal.

Sometimes Shen Qing would sit by the window and read a book, and Yeluweisi would hug him from behind.

Resting my chin on his shoulder, my breath brushing my neck, I listened to him read stories from the living world;

Sometimes Shen Qing was ordered by the ghost aunt to do some trivial things, and when he turned around, he would see Yeluweisi leaning against the pillar.

She looked at him solemnly, as if she was looking at a treasure she had hidden away.

The ghost aunt's eyes also changed when she looked at him.

One time, she brought medicine to Shen Qingze and saw him looking in the bronze mirror to see which earring looked the least exaggerated.

That was something Yeluvis insisted he bring.

Aunt Ghost suddenly sighed and whispered softly,

"It seems that the mansion is going to have a new master."

She looked at the silver pendant given by Yeluvis on Shen Qingze's earlobe and muttered to herself:

The person who can make Your Majesty care so much must be no ordinary person.

The years flow slowly in the candlelight of the bedroom.

Shen Qing gradually got used to the smell on his neck, and got used to being held in that man's arms late at night.

I'm used to seeing the occasional tenderness in Yeluvis' eyes after he takes off his majesty.

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It was another moonlit night, and Yeluweisi's kiss spread from the collarbone to the earlobe.

Shen Qingze was kissed until his whole body went limp, and suddenly he felt a chill on his earlobe.

He opened his eyes dazedly and saw Yeluvis holding a red agate earring and gently screwing it into his ear hole.

"Does it hurt?"

Yeluweisi's voice was hoarse with lust, and his fingertips caressed the scarlet spot.

Shen Qingze shook her head and was about to speak, but he held her neck and kissed her more deeply.

Until both of them were out of breath, Yeluweisi pressed his forehead against his.

The flickering candlelight was reflected in the dark pupils, and I could see my own shadow clearly.

"Shen Qingze,"

He said, his voice was as light as a sigh, but with unquestionable seriousness,

"Let's get married."

Shen Qing was stunned.

The moonlight from outside the window flowed into the tent, illuminating the solemnity in Yeluvis' eyes.

The red agate on the earlobe is hot, like a beating heart.

He opened his mouth, but found his throat was tight, so he could only let the man hold him tighter.

Listening to my own heartbeat coincide with the other person's, it was surprisingly smooth.

During these long years, beat out a steady beat.

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When Shen Qingze's fingertips twisted the hem of her wedding dress, her fingertips became numb from the embroidery's gold thread.

The maids were combing his hair with silver combs,

The moment the peach wood hairpin passed through his hair, he caught a glimpse of the red reflected in the bronze mirror.

The bright red wedding dress was embroidered with twin red spider lilies, the edges of the petals drawn with black silk thread were gleaming dimly, and the collar and cuffs were bordered with black circles.

It's as if all the gorgeous colors of the underworld are worn on the body.

"Stop pulling it. This brocade can't be restored if it's wrinkled."

The ghost aunt's voice came from behind the mirror.

She held a phoenix hairpin in her hand. The ruby on the hairpin shone amazingly brightly under the candlelight.

"Your Majesty specially asked someone to find the blood jade, saying that it would complement the red agate on your earlobe."

Shen Qing turned her face away, and the tip of her ear rubbed against the stand-up collar of her wedding dress, feeling as hot as if it was on fire.

From outside the window came the sound of drums and music, mixed with the loud laughter of the ghost messengers.

He knew that the red silk in the mansion stretched from the main gate to the bedroom, and even the skull lanterns under the corridor were covered with red cloth.

From a distance, it looks like a string of hanging blood beads.

"Nervous?"

The ghost aunt pinched his chin and turned him back, forcibly inserting the phoenix hairpin into his bun.

"Where was the energy that made you want to run away?"

Her nails scratched Shen Qingze's cheek, but her movements were unusually gentle.

"Your Majesty has melted the ten thousand year old black ice in the underworld to make wedding wine for this wedding. Please accept my request."

Shen Qingze said nothing, but just looked at the somewhat unfamiliar self in the mirror.

The neckline of the wedding dress was lower than usual, revealing a light pink mark on the collarbone.

That was what Yeluvis left behind last night.

He raised his hand to pull up his collar, but the ghost aunt held his wrist.

"Don't cover it, your Majesty specifically ordered it."

The ghost aunt smiled ambiguously.

"Let all the ghosts in the underworld know that you belong to him."

As he was speaking, the palace door was pushed open.

When Yeluweisi's black wedding dress swept across the threshold, it brought a gust of cold wind.

Today he changed into a red and black dragon robe with a red belt inlaid with jade tied around his waist. His long hair, which was usually tied up, was scattered on his shoulders, making his eyebrows and eyes look even more profound.

"alright?"

He walked to the mirror and brushed Shen Qingze's hair with his fingertips.

His fingertips accidentally brushed against her earlobe, and the red agate earrings became slightly hot under his touch.

Shen Qingze's eyelashes trembled, and he saw the reflections of the two people in the mirror——

He was dressed in bright red, and Yeluvis was dressed in dark black. The red silk was entangled into a knot behind them, like an unsolvable lock.

"Master, the auspicious time is approaching."

Bai Wuchang's voice sounded outside the palace, with a hint of cautious joy.

When Yeluvis bent down and picked up Shen Qingze by the waist, the hem of her wedding dress came apart, revealing her inner pants embroidered with dragon patterns.

Shen Qingze exclaimed, and hurriedly hugged his neck, bumping his cheek against his chest, and smelled the sweet scent of ambergris mixed with albizzia flowers——

That was the incense I ordered specially for today.

"Afraid of falling?"

Yeluvis chuckled, his steps as steady as if he were on flat ground.

When passing through the corridor, Shen Qing saw ghost officials standing on both sides, each of them wearing brand new black clothes and a red silk tied around their waist.

Granny Meng was standing in the corridor with a basket in her hand. When she saw them coming, she stuffed a handful of wedding candy into Shen Qingze's hand.

The candy cubes made from the water of the Forgotten River are cool and sweet.

"Good boy, be good."

There were smiles in Granny Meng's wrinkles, and the teardrop moles at the corners of her eyes trembled.

Hundreds of red candles were burning in the main hall, and the Black and White Impermanence stood on both sides as emcees.

Below were kneeling officials from the underworld, some with ox-headed and horse-faced figures holding gifts, and an old man transformed from a tree spirit stroking his white beard and smiling.

"Bow to the Netherworld."

The voice of Hei Wuchang is as loud as a bell.

When Shen Qingze bent down with Yeluweisi, his fingertips were firmly grasped by the other party. The temperature of the palm of his hand made him panic.

He saw his own shadow on the floor tiles, overlapping with Yeluvis's, stretched out by the candlelight.

"Bow to each other twice."

When Bai Wuchang sang his greeting, Shen Qing raised his eyes and met Yeluweisi's gaze.

The man's eyes were filled with the light of a red candle, like crushed stars.

He suddenly remembered the first time he was forced to kneel on the ground here. At that time, he could never have imagined that one day he would marry this man.

Yeluvis' thumb stroked his knuckles, the movement as light as the brush of a feather.

"The ceremony is over - send her to the bridal chamber!"

Amid the noise, Shen Qingze was picked up by Yeluvis again.

He buried his face in the other's neck, listening to the noise around him gradually fade away, with only the two of them breathing together in the silent corridor.

As he passed by the garden, he saw that the mandala in the jar had turned red.

There was still morning dew on the petals, which sparkled like silver in the moonlight.

The wedding curtains in the bridal chamber were embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

The only difference is that the mandarin duck’s feathers are ink-colored, and it has a red spider lily in its beak.

Shen Qing was placed on a bed covered with red brocade, the bed board sagged slightly.

He saw Yeluweisi close the door with his backhand, and the slight sound of the copper lock made his heart skip a beat.

"Sit and wait for me?"

Yeluweisi walked to the bedside, lifted the collar of his wedding dress with his fingertips, and moved slowly as if he was admiring a rare treasure.

"Or do you want to drink some wine first?"

Shen Qingze's fingertips scratched the quilt and he heard his own voice trembling.

“All… all good.”

He saw the other person's eyes fall on his earlobe.

The red agate earrings glowed warmly under the candlelight; they were a token of love that Yeluvis had put on herself.

Yeluvis suddenly leaned over and rubbed his cheek with his nose, which smelled slightly of alcohol.

"Why are you blushing?"

His fingers untied the jade belt around Shen Qingze's waist.

The moment the red silk spread out, the front of the wedding dress opened up, revealing the red marks on the chest that had not faded.

"I was much braver on this bed before."

Shen Qingze's face suddenly became hot, and he reached out to push him, but his wrist was grabbed and pressed on his head.

The halo of the wedding candles flickered on Yeluvis' face.

Shen Qing saw the other person's lips getting closer and closer to him.

I heard the drums and music outside the window gradually fade away, leaving only the intertwined breathing of the two people.

In this wedding room filled with red silk, a gentle prelude is woven.

Later, we will go to-----