Chapter 89 He is going to kill Xie Xuanlan in the bridal chamber!
This was a very simple wedding ceremony, without a tall red sedan chair or a house full of guests. The most lively thing was that Zi Su and all the servants were blocking the door, while Xie Xuanlan climbed in through the window, like a bandit, carrying Cong Ying and rushing out.
Cong Ying held the heavy pearl crown on her head with one hand and the round fan covering her face with the other. She cried out in shock, her face pale with fear: "Be careful! Be careful! My crown is going to fall off!"
Xie Xuanlan shouted to the people outside, "The bride is asking you to be careful! Be careful! Don't tear the door down. We still have the wedding night tonight!"
Cong Ying's face turned red amid the laughter of the crowd, and she hit him with her fan in anger.
Xie Xuanlan showed his courage of riding a thousand miles alone, carried Cong Ying out of the room, then changed from carrying him to hugging him, and ran towards the flower hall in the front yard at a brisk pace.
In the wedding hall, the only person sitting at the head of the table was Madam Xie.
She held Congying in one hand and Xie Xuanlan in the other, and said with emotion, "Your marriage was arranged hastily and improvisationally, causing Ah Ying much injustice. When you return from the northwest, we'll host a grand wedding at the Xie Mansion. Although there are few guests today, I hope you two will remain united in your love."
Xie Xuanlan just looked at Cong Ying and smiled, his eyes full of sparkling light.
Ji Caibing and Ah He acted as assistants, and after three bows, they turned to best man, snatching the bride from the groom and escorting her to the bridal chamber in the back. Zi Su and her men stopped the groom and insisted he drink three full jars of wine, making up for the door-opening incident he had just escaped.
After returning to the bridal chamber from Ying, she hurriedly took off her pearl crown and sat beside the wedding bed, rubbing her neck.
She saw Ji Caibing with a mischievous smile on his face as he stuffed a red-sealed picture album into his pillow. She asked curiously, "Why put a book there? What's the point?"
Ji Caibing said, "This is your happy teacher. The Third Young Master must thank me later."
Cong Ying immediately understood what it was and hurried to take it away. Ji Caibing held down the pillow to prevent her from grabbing it. The two of them struggled for it, making Cong Ying blush and gasp, with her hair in disarray. She had no choice but to beg her, "Good sister, please don't put this thing away! You're trying to hurt me!"
Ji Caibing laughed at her: "Don't show your fear, otherwise you will always be dominated by the east wind and the west wind. Come here and I will teach you a lesson. When he comes in tonight, you say this..."
She explained this and that, but Cong Ying didn't understand anything. The two of them were whispering when they suddenly heard a clear cough. They looked up and saw Xie Xuanlan had come outside the bead curtain, looking at them with a smile.
Cong Ying's expression suddenly changed. Feeling guilty, she rushed over and picked up the pillow, trying to hide behind Ji Caibing.
Ji Caibing stood up and said, "Oh, I can't stop the groom in front, and I don't have the ability to do that. Ah Ying, I won't disturb you young couple."
After saying that, he covered Ah He's round eyes that were sticking out from behind the door, smiled and left the bridal room, not forgetting to close the door for them.
Xie Xuanlan parted the pearl curtain and walked in front of Congying. He saw that her face was slightly flushed and her temples were stained with sweat. She raised her pair of eyes as bright as the moon and autumn water and looked straight at him. Suddenly, he felt that the three big bowls of wine just now did not quench his thirst at all, and his throat rolled down.
He glanced at the pillow in her arms and asked, "What good thing is hidden so seriously?"
"Nothing much... a rare copy of a classic. I was flipping through it last night to kill time and forgot to put it away." Cong Ying avoided his gaze and asked, "What are you doing in the back?" Xie Xuanlan smiled and said, "A groom comes to find his bride, so of course he wants to go to the bridal chamber."
Cong Ying looked out the window in surprise: "Now...is this...too early?"
Xie Xuanlan said, "It's not early yet. It's already the afternoon of the twelfth hour. A red glow is rising in the western sky. If you don't believe me, go and take a look. You can even see the stars."
He spoke seriously, and Cong Ying, who had lost his perceptiveness due to nervousness, really put down his pillow and stood up to look. He stood by the window and looked out for a long time, but all he saw was the blue sky and the bright sun. Where were the stars and the red clouds?
He murmured doubtfully, "Why do I feel like it's not even the twilight hour yet..."
When he turned around, he found Xie Xuanlan sitting on the edge of the couch, with his legs crossed, flipping through the red picture album in his hands, and turning another page with great interest.
Zong Ying felt a buzzing in her head and her cheeks burning. She was about to step forward to grab it back, but took a step back embarrassedly under Xie Xuanlan's encouraging gaze.
"Come."
Xie Xuanlan reached out his hand to her, his beautiful eyes brimming with a spring-like smile. If it weren't for the deep, overt desire surging within him, he would have been quite gentle and amiable.
He said, "This sutra is really new. I don't understand some parts. I hope Madam Jiang will give me some advice."
Although both of them were virgins, their personalities limited them from being as shameless and brazen as Xie Xuanlan. She stumbled over the words Ji Caibing had just taught her: "My dear, don't worry, drink three cups first..." "I'll take my time..." "Slowly..." What was that?
He, he, he...why did he get up and walk over here!
Cong Ying was already frightened by shame, and was frightened by Xie Xuanlan's urgent momentum as if he wanted to eat her alive. She turned around and ran, but just as she pushed aside the bead curtain, she was dragged back by the waist, and her feet were easily lifted off the ground and carried on his shoulders.
"Let go! Let go!" He lowered his head to the ground and shouted incoherently.
Not only did Xie Xuanlan not let go, he also carried her around the room for several circles, which made her heart beat faster and her head dizzy. Before she could see clearly what was happening in front of her, she suddenly fell into the quilt that was as soft as cloud.
Then something soft and wet came over her lips, a mixture of three parts alcohol and seven parts the coolness of pine snow, forcefully and urgently pushing open her teeth.
This unbearable deep kiss left almost no room for rest. Cong Ying was hooked by him and allowed to do whatever he wanted. Finally, she was able to catch her breath when he kissed her neck. She stopped his increasingly unruly hand and her voice changed with anxiety:
"Wedding ceremony...wedding wine...bath...I want a bath!"
Xie Xuanlan let her go, lowered his eyes and smiled lazily, "Do you know what this is called?"
He raised the red picture album at hand and opened the first page. On it was a picture of two kissing heads, with their lips pressed tightly together. Beside it was written: "When fighting suddenly begins: the dragon comes out first to stir up waves of love."
Then he turned to the second page, and the man leaned down: "Riding the Waves of Love: A Wandering Dragon Breaks Through the Camp, Holding a Red Tassel."
Page 3: "Red Tassel's Fury: Snow Waves Flood the Dragon, Branding the Plum Blossom."
The paintings that accompany the books are becoming more and more explicit, with every detail visible and vivid.
He was about to continue flipping down when Cong Ying snatched him away. Seeing that her chest was heaving with anxiety and she was about to roll up a snowy wave to drown him, Xie Xuanlan quickly decided to quit and got up from her.
"Okay, okay, let's drink the wedding wine first and grow old together."
The two of them took a shower first. Cong Ying dried her hair, and while Xie Xuanlan went to get a cup and pour some wine, she calmed her heartbeat, carefully hid the red album in the innermost part, and then, in an attempt to cover it up, she pulled open a quilt covered with hundreds of pieces of cloth to press it down.
"Here." Xie Xuanlan came to the couch with the wedding wine and handed her the small golden cup. "But can you really drink?"
This reminded me of how she became dizzy and talked nonsense after drinking a bowl of wine.
Cong Ying said, "On a day like this, I must have a drink anyway."
After saying that, he picked up the wine glass, crossed his arm with Xie Xuanlan's, and slowly drank it all through his hand.
The wine was a bit spicy, and the last few drops could not be contained, dripping from her red lips onto his index finger. Because it was stained with plum-red lip balm, it seemed to stain his jade-white knuckles red as well.
Xie Xuanlan's serious expression for a moment turned dark again, and his thin lips curled up:
"It's a good omen if not a drop of the wedding wine is left."
He put his finger to Cong Ying's lips and looked at her with expectation.
Cong Ying, perhaps bewitched by him and intoxicated by the alcohol, actually thought what he said made sense. She took his hand, lowered her head, and carefully licked the wine off. But Xie Xuanlan suddenly leaned forward, turned her face, and kissed her lips. With a sweep of his tongue, he swept away a few more drops of wine.
I think no one in the world has ever tasted such a passionate wedding wine.
Seeing her in a daze, with misty eyes, she was as soft as a beautiful piece of warm jade, and could easily be imbued with his scent.
Xie Xuanlan felt the hot blood in his body rushing to his head, and he felt pity and sighs in his heart: How could she be so easy to bully? He really couldn't control himself.
So he casually put down the wine bottle, raised his hand and waved down the red curtain, leaned over and pressed Cong Ying down on the quilt. Amid her low screams, he untied her clothes and threw them out of the tent one by one.
The tent was the sky, the quilt was the ground, the sky was shaking and the earth was trembling, and my whole body was burning hot.
Xie Xuanlan placed delicate kisses on her neck: "Are you feeling hot?"
From Ying's hazy nod, she saw him smile slightly, a heart-shaking smile, as if he had obtained some kind of promise. He reached out and picked her up, then opened a page of the book.
Then, we will carefully search for the Peach Blossom Land, slowly break through the spring ice, and let the night rain open new buds.
Cong Ying impatiently grabbed the quilt tightly under her body, but her wrists were held and her fingers were rubbed open one by one.
"It's a bit difficult for you..."
Xie Xuanlan's voice was also wet, as if one could hear his pounding heartbeat, "But you're also making things difficult for me. I'll go slower, and you don't have to hide so quickly..."
Cong Ying covered his mouth shyly and angrily.
The shadows of the dragon and phoenix candles trembled incessantly on the red tent. Inside the tent, there were trembling panting and dense whispers, like a malicious deception, and occasionally there was the sudden sound of turning pages.
Finally, after enduring for most of the day, Cong Ying finally shouted at him weakly, "What is this? It's clearly not in the book..."
Xie Xuanlan chuckled softly in her ear: "This is my extraordinary talent, I have mastered it."
She couldn't push him away, and was pulled back when she tried to escape. His evil nature was finally revealed. She thought to herself, why didn't she find it so fun to bully her before?
…
"Sanlang, what's wrong with you?"
As if he had lost all memory for a moment, Xie Xuanlan found himself leaning over Cong Ying, his head buried in her hair. She was gently patting the back of his head: "You haven't responded for a while, what's wrong?"
Xie Xuanlan was completely unaware of this and asked her softly, "How long is a while?"
Cong Ying thought he was deliberately hiding it to tease her, so she bit her lip and didn't answer.
Xie Xuanlan guessed that it was not long, so he smiled and perfunctorily walked over, holding her in his arms, but his eyes darkened in an invisible place.
He hardly slept that night.
Cong Ying couldn't stand his tossing and turning, so she pushed his face aside after bathing. Xie Xuanlan didn't want to really make her angry, so he just tilted his head and watched her sleep.
Sometimes he would straighten her quilt, sometimes he would brush her hair aside. His movements were very gentle, but he felt extremely satisfied.
He thought silently, is this what it feels like to be married? If he could stay with her like this day and night, he would rather kowtow to her three times before entering the door every day.
But when he really wanted to take her to the northwest, he felt reluctant to let her go.
Although she was not rich and powerful, she was raised in a scholarly family. She had never been exposed to the wind and sun, and her skin was delicate. If she was held a little harder, it would leave marks. If she was hit hard, she would bite her lips and cry, and keep pushing him away.
How could we bear to let her take a long bumpy ride and endure the harsh wind and sand of the northwest?
However, asking him to leave her in Yunjing and separate them for three to five years after their wedding was as difficult as asking a starving ghost to give up a delicacy he had just tasted, or asking a penniless person to put down a treasure in his arms.
He is also a human being, how can he endure such heart-wrenching pain?
"That's all..."
Xie Xuanlan lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss between Cong Ying's eyebrows, murmuring, "I gave you the chance to choose. Now that you've chosen me, how can I push you away again and again? If you're willing to go to the northwest with me, I'll do my best to ensure you don't suffer any injustice."
I don’t know how many words I heard from Ying’s dream. She turned over, buried her face in his arms, and took a long breath.
*The newlyweds got up late on the second day and were lazy when they woke up. They leaned on the pillow and whispered to each other.
On the other side, in Prince Jin’s mansion, there was a chaotic atmosphere.
The Prince of Jin, who had been in a coma for half a month due to his worsening illness, suddenly woke up this morning. He then ignored the eldest princess's dissuasion, dismissed the imperial physician who came to take his pulse, threw down the medicine bowl, and forcibly got up from his bed.
"Get out! Chen Zhang, go gather all the elite troops in the Qi Mansion and prepare to follow me out of the mansion!"
The Prince of Jin was dressed in a plain white middle garment, which covered his frail body, making his face look even more like a piece of cold jade, pale and almost transparent.
The aura of sickness was lingering, like the frost and snow covering his body on a cold mountain, but his eyes were red as blood, filled with deep hatred and disappointment, as if beneath this frail, cold exterior, an uncontrollable rage was burning.
Xie Xuanlan, how dare he!
How dare you touch her so recklessly and irresponsibly!
The beautiful dreamlike scenes he had experienced during the empathy resurfaced in his mind like memories:
How he coaxed her to be shy and patient, and turned over and over against her waist, never satisfied.
How to spread endless rumors and make promises that you know are hopeless, and deceive her into becoming more and more devoted to you.
How dare he even think of taking her with him to the northwest, wanting Jing Yu to wear a brown robe and Ming Zhu to fall into the dust! He is simply shameless, simply selfish, and simply crazy!
And Congying, Jiang Congying...
Prince Jin was so angry that his body swayed, and he had to hold on to the long table to keep his balance.
So, at the end of July, before we left, I actively responded to his kiss and obediently promised him to protect my reputation and not take any risks. All of these were illusions and lies I told just to keep him stable?
She actually lied to him for Xie San.
For Xie San, she was willing to endure great injustice and marry in such an inappropriate and hasty way.
Well, well, she really is as promising as she was in her previous life, but he hasn't settled the score with her from the previous life yet!
Chen Zhang quickly returned: "Your Highness, the three hundred elite soldiers are ready to go."
The King of Jin closed his eyes to calm himself, stretched out his arms, and allowed his attendants to put on his dragon robe, tie his jade belt, comb his hair, and put on his crown.
A graceful figure was reflected in the long mirror, yet even the gorgeous dragon robe couldn't conceal his cold and fierce aura. He walked to the wall, unsheathed his sword, and tested its edge. The shiny blade reflected a pair of cold and sinister brows.
This was the first time Chen Zhang had seen the Prince of Jin so angry. He hesitated and advised, "Your Highness, you have just recovered from a serious illness. It would be better for you to rest in peace in your residence. I will personally go and execute whoever you want, and I will definitely fulfill your orders."
"No." The King of Jin curled his lips coldly and slowly uttered a few words through gritted teeth: "I will personally separate this wild pair of mandarin ducks."
He wants to kill Xie Xuanlan!
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