Red candles, incense burner, and half-rolled up pearl curtain.

Wedding bed, wedding window, only beauty, not yet in red makeup...

In the main wing.

The lights were on, but it was strangely quiet.

Zhao Rong returned with a pair of embroidered shoes in one hand.

I immediately noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room.

Look up.

The two women on the bed buried themselves completely in the bright red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks.

The bedding bulged into two large balls.

Not moving.

Zhao Rong walked straight to the bed and put down two pairs of embroidered shoes.

"alright."

He looked up.

But Qingjun on the bed showed no movement or intention to get out of bed and put on his shoes.

Zhao Rong didn't ask any more questions. He turned his head and reached out to pat the "little butt" that was raised in the quilt.

"It's getting late, Qian'er, you should go back to your room and sleep. I've got your shoes for you. Go back quickly and don't catch a cold. Even if you can handle it, it will be uncomfortable if the cold air enters your body."

The ** girl shook her little butt like a lazy bug and said nothing.

It's like being stuck in **.

Zhao Rong patted her little butt again, shook his head and said:

"Hurry up and go back together."

"I... I won't go back. I didn't say I was going back just now." Xiao Qian'er's voice came from the bed, her voice soft and gentle: "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 insisted on going back to her room to sleep. If she left Xiaoqian'er behind, although Qingjun wouldn't say anything, she would probably still be jealous when she woke up tomorrow.

He reached out and lifted a corner of the quilt.

Xiao Qian'er was quick-witted and quick-handed. She pulled the quilt around her and huddled into the bed.

Zhao Rong bent down and touched her head, saying helplessly:

"Stop it."

Little Qian'er whispered, "I won't leave, I won't leave, I want to sleep on the wedding bed with you. Qian'er has never slept on a wedding bed before. The red quilt and bed sheet are so beautiful... Hee, this mandarin duck embroidery is much more beautiful than the one Miss has."

Zhao Lingfei: “???”

He immediately put on a straight face: "What nonsense are you talking about? Qingjun's duck is not right... Mandarin ducks are also beautiful."

"Humph, you already let it slip that it's a duck. How good can a fat duck be?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

It's hard to refute.

Just when he was speechless, Zhao Lingfei, who had been quiet all the time, suddenly stretched out her foot and kicked Xiao Qian'er who was curled up in a ball.

"Miss, why are you kicking me?"

The girl at the end of the bed poked her head out, wrinkled her nose, and muttered towards the head of the bed.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked.

Qingjun, who was sitting at the head of the bed, didn't say anything, her head still buried in the quilt.

Little Qian'er turned her head and looked at Zhao Rong, "Brother Rong'er, if the young lady is in a hurry to leave, just let her go. Qian'er will sleep with you... Ouch, why did you kick my butt again!"

She turned around angrily and complained, "Brother Rong'er, Brother Rong'er, the young lady is bullying others, bullying the lovely second wife and the chief maid in the family! According to our Zhao family rules, what do you say to do?"

Zhao Rong nodded and spoke for her: "Good kick! The young lady kicked the maid, and the maid still had reason to complain? She deserved to be kicked."

He said seriously, "Don't grumble anymore."

Zhao Qianer: “!!!”

After all, I paid the wrong person.

You big pig's hoof, it turns out that justice has been done to the young lady. She despised you so much tonight, but you still favored her...

At this moment, Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er didn't know if they had heard it wrong, but Concubine Zhao Lingfei seemed to hum softly from under the quilt at the head of the bed.

I couldn't tell what emotion it was.

But Xiao Qian'er was even more "sad".

With a handful of bitter tears in her eyes, she sniffed, then flopped on the spot, shaking the bed.

The little girl refused to leave:

"Humph, I'm not leaving, Brother Rong'er, Miss Chou, just tell me what to do."

Zhao Rong: "Okay, stop making trouble. It's really late. You and Qingjun should go back to sleep. I am a little sleepy too."

Xiao Qian'er: "Brother Rong'er, why don't you urge her to get off the bed? She hasn't even gotten out of bed yet. Why are you urging me?"

Zhao Rong immediately turned around and whispered to Concubine Zhao Ling: "Qing Jun, take care of her and bring her along..."

Before he could finish his words, Concubine Zhao Ling stretched out her long legs again and kicked Xiao Qian'er out.

It seems like he wants to kick some troublesome wild girl off the marriage bed.

"Ouch you!"

Xiao Qian'er didn't dodge it, and her ill-fated little butt was kicked again.

She immediately quit, quickly stretched her head out, and asked Concubine Zhao Ling a soul-searching question:

"Miss, why don't you leave? Didn't you say you were going back to your room to sleep? Come on, Rong'er has brought you shoes, just stand still, don't just sit there and act stupid!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the room immediately became quiet.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and turned to look at the woman at the head of the bed.

Xiao Qian'er blinked her eyes, not letting her pretend to be an ostrich. Her mouth was like a machine gun, not stopping for a moment: "Miss, please say something quickly, please say something quickly, Brother Rong'er is still waiting, I have brought you the shoes, please go back to your room quickly, don't stay at Brother Rong'er and my wedding..."

Seeing this, Zhao Rong did not interrupt.

Turn your head,

He looked at the candle on the table behind him that was lit after he left.

Just as Xiao Qian'er urged.

"Shut up, you little bitch!"

From inside the bed, Concubine Zhao Ling's cold and clear voice was heard.

Xiao Qian'er made a playful 'hush' gesture to Zhao Rong, then leaned over and patted the quilt of a certain hypocritical lady.

"Oh, you finally decided to speak."

She said with a smile: "Miss, when are we leaving? I have been waiting for you for a long time. We just agreed to go back to the room and sleep together..."

"And more." Zhao Lingfei interrupted, and then her clear voice, with some anger and stubbornness, leaked out from under the quilt: "This is my wedding bed, mine, not yours, you stinky girl, you want to go to heaven."

Xiao Qian'er didn't get angry either. She tilted her head and asked tentatively, "So... does that mean you're not leaving?"

There was no sound 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 because of Qian'er's teasing.

"This is my wedding bed. Why... do you want me to get off? You... you don't even think about it..."

The woman in the bed spoke in a very low but serious voice.

Finally, she seemed to have sensed the gazes of Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er who had quieted down outside through the quilt, and seemed to have blushed at the words that came out of her mouth. Even Zhao Rong beside the bed noticed that her delicate body was straightened in the quilt. This was Qingjun's subconscious reaction when she was extremely shy. She immediately added a sentence in a slightly louder voice, "You...you and Qian'er, leave quickly. I won't leave."

Zhao Rong looked down at the bed, then looked around the room.

Well, it should be his, why did they chase him out too...

Xiao Qian'er, who was standing by, almost died of laughter and covered her mouth with her hands.

She winked at Zhao Rong, signaling him to press on and tease the lady in the 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? It seems that someone only wants the marriage bed and wants you to leave. Well, forget it, whatever, whatever she says, just satisfy her wish. Let's move the battlefield and sleep in my room... Qian'er's bed is a little small, but it's good for us to squeeze together, it's warm... Brother Rong'er, what do you think?"

Before Zhao Rong could open his mouth, a red shadow flashed before his eyes.

Xiao Qian'er's little head that had originally poked out of the quilt disappeared.

It shrank back in a flash.

When he leaned back and took a clear look at the situation on the bed, he saw that Qingjun had jumped out of the quilt, covered Xiaoqian'er with the mandarin duck quilt on his body, and pounced on her to hold her down.

"Mmmm Miss, what are you doing, mmm..."

Concubine Zhao Ling ignored her, opened her bare hands, and pressed hard on the little girl's "dog head" in the quilt beneath her.

Zhao Rong saw that under the dim orange candlelight, the autumn-eyed woman's oval face was as if it was tinged with anger and shame, as if the wedding bed he had carefully prepared had been stained with a color that could move any man in the world:

Her cheeks were red as if in a dream.

The red lips were bitten until they were moist and dripping.

The teardrop mole beneath her long, autumn-water eyes was trembling charmingly, like the dancing flame on the candlestick on the wedding night.

A few playful strands of black hair were scattered on her clean forehead, and her messy hair covered her transparent earlobes. She looked even more desolate 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 stunning face. Halfway through, he retracted his hand and pointed at her purple embroidered shoes under the bed, "Shoes, shoes are here..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Lingfei, who was sitting on the bed, leaned forward with her cheek close to his hand.

Zhao Rong was within reach.

She raised her head, looked him in the eyes, and asked with a trembling voice in her throat, "Did you prepare these?"

It sounds like a question that you know the answer to.

Zhao Rong didn't take it as nonsense and answered seriously, "Yes."

"You...you still remember that night so clearly?"

It refers to the wedding night when the two of them parted ways unhappily.

He thought about it seriously, nodded and said:

"It's like the first time I saw you. I've never forgotten it."

"I... I haven't forgotten... How could I forget..." The woman lowered her head and whispered.

He raised his head and asked again: "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. Ahem, I can't help myself tonight. I want to hold you in my arms to sleep..."

Zhao Rong was talking halfway when he met her gaze. He was stunned for a moment, realizing that she seemed to be asking more than just "preparation".

He said softly again, truthfully:

"A long time ago, when we just reconciled, I wanted to make it up to you with a real wedding night. From then on, I started buying things to prepare, piecing together these things. I don't know much about these things, so I can only try to restore the layout of the bridal chamber based on my memory. Tonight, I was strolling around a busy town with Xiaoxiao, and I came across some stores that sell wedding items. I finally bought the last few things..."

Zhao Rong turned his eyes away as he spoke, because he felt a little embarrassed by the burning gaze of the ** woman.

As she listened, she suddenly asked, "Then...where is your groom's suit? Is it still there?"

Zhao Rong was stunned and said, "Yes, I always carry it with me."

The air was quiet for a while.

A while later.

However, a woman's faint voice came to his ears:

"You...put it on."

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