"Why would I kick you? Are you...doing something bad or bullying me?"

Concubine Zhao Ling asked again in a low voice.

Zhao Rong frowned, "Qingjun, for the baby."

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip and gritted her teeth: "Okay, but my husband can't go too far... You know I'm ticklish."

Zhao Rong nodded, reached out and began to take off his clothes.

The groom's suit is a bit troublesome to take off.

Xiao Qian'er stood up silently and took the initiative to help him untie his belt.

Zhao Rong lowered his head, reached out and touched the little girl's obedient head, then reached down and touched the fabric of the pure white bellyband on her body.

He was very familiar with this bellyband, but he didn't expect Qingjun to let Xiao Qianer wear it.

At this moment, the trembling voice of a simple-minded woman nearby came again.

"You...why did you suddenly take off your clothes?"

"What a little fool." Zhao Rong muttered to himself without looking at the lady.

He reached out and lifted up the hair on Xiao Qian'er's slender neck, revealing the white belt of her bellyband tied with a bow behind her neck, and gently circled the bow with his fingers...

Concubine Zhao Ling opened her eyes slightly and retorted: "What did you say? You are the fool! Stupid husband."

At this time, Xiao Qian'er was kneeling in front of Zhao Rong very obediently.

He smiled secretly and took off Zhao Rong's groom's coat.

She turned around and said, "Miss, why don't you come over and help."

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip, "I'm not coming. He even called me stupid. You silly girl should just spoil him... serve him and help him do everything."

She paused, and reminded him a little jealously: "Also, don't forget what you said before about helping me, the young lady. If he bullies others later, you have to stand on my side."

"Yes, miss."

Zhao Rong was curious, "Qian'er, what did you promise Qingjun?"

Xiao Qian'er blinked, "Nothing."

At this moment, she paused.

"That's right."

As if she suddenly remembered something, the little girl raised her head and touched her beloved's face, "Wait a moment, the young lady and I still have something to do."

Concubine Zhao Ling was also a little confused: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Rong didn't think much and nodded to Xiao Qian'er.

The fingers that were wrapped around the rope at the back of her neck stopped.

He looked down at the girl in front of him again and felt that from this angle, a pair of pure white panties...

“It seems to be the same whether I wear it or not.”

Muttering in my heart.

Then, he saw a certain scene and was stunned again, "Um, this is..."

As expected by Zhao Rong, Xiao Qian'er took out a white wedding veil that was a treasure of her virginity.

Put it aside.

Then, she smiled sweetly at him and raised her hand to pluck the Jiutian Hangong flower that had been in her hair.

This was something Zhao Rong had not expected. This was going to...

"Brother Rong'er, I think the custom of testing the body of a girl by dropping her blood is quite interesting," she said.

The girl touched the Nine Heavens Cold Palace flower he gave her, tilted her head and murmured:

"On the wedding night, in order to make her lover love and cherish her loyalty, Li Nu used the bright moon flower from the Ninth Heaven Moon Palace in front of her lover to verify her virginity, which is the only one in her life. I hope you will take care..."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, held Xiao Qian'er's hand holding the flowers, and shook his head, "You know, this is not my intention when I gave you the Jiutian Han Palace Flowers."

When he brought back these two Jiutian Hangong flowers from the top of Jiyue Mountain, he didn't think so much.

Xiao Qian'er said sweetly, "I do."

She turned her head, looked at her young lady, and said with a smile: "Miss, do you think that the custom of leaving a woman is very ceremonial?" Concubine Zhao Ling understood what she meant.

Which girl doesn’t like the sense of ceremony? For most women, the only wedding in their life is about entrusting themselves to their loved ones in a ceremony full of sense of ceremony.

The same is true on the wedding night.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at her husband who was hesitant to speak, raised her chin slightly, and nodded first.

She had also heard of this custom of Li Nu, and knew some of the characteristics of the Jiutian Han Palace flower.

I heard that it seems to come from the Moon Palace, and is pure and sacred without any impurities.

Virgin blood cannot dye it, it will only make it more pure and white, while non-virgin blood or other liquids will pollute it and change it.

"Yes, it is very ceremonial." Concubine Zhao Ling nodded.

Xiao Qianer smiled, understanding that the young lady had agreed.

She looked at Zhao Rong.

Seeing this, the latter had no choice but to nod and warned, "Don't cut your fingers too deep..."

He immediately sat down again and watched the two women.

Xiao Qian'er took the lead in making a hand gesture, summoning a swing, and plucked a drop of blood from her fingertip like a white horse passing by.

"Husband, watch out~"

She blinked her peach blossom eyes, bent her fingers and flicked them, and a drop of blood fell on the petals of the Jiu Tian Han Gong flower in the palm of her right hand.

Just see.

The pure white haloed petals were not stained at all. Qian'er's blood beads slid down like dewdrops falling on summer lotus and dripped onto the white wedding veil underneath.

Instead, the wedding night became brighter, and this baptized moon flower shone brighter.

Virgin blood without a doubt.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, then picked up Qian'er's white wedding veil.

He felt it was a waste of time, but since they liked it, Bian Ye couldn't say anything.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked at the white wedding veil in his hand, which was stained with blood for the first time tonight.

Where Qian'er's blood dripped, a red dot appeared.

It's like a cinnabar mole between a woman's eyebrows.

Zhao Rong thought it was very beautiful and rubbed it gently with two fingers.

Maybe it was because this was the blood shed by a woman for him. No matter what kind of blood it was, what was important was this unique thought, and Zhao Rong loved it to bits.

He pretended to want to smell the fragrance of the handkerchief.

"Brother Rong'er, you're so annoying. Give me back my handkerchief..." Xiao Qian'er blushed and stretched out her hand.

Zhao Rong handed it back with a smile. This was indeed a private thing of his daughter, and after tonight, it would have another important meaning.

"snort."

A certain autumn-eyed woman suddenly snorted.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but it immediately attracted the attention of Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't even look at that big pig's hoof.

She raised her delicate chin slightly and looked straight outside the bed.

She took out a white wedding handkerchief, which was embroidered with the familiar fat duck that Zhao Rong was familiar with.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling was holding him in front of her.

At the same time, he pinched his fingers and elegantly plucked the Jiutian Hangong flower next to his ear.

With her other bare hand, she raised a slender index finger. There was no sign of how she cut the wound, but a tiny drop of blood appeared on the tip of her finger in the blink of an eye, and there was no wound at all.

Zhao Lingfei's index finger tilted lightly.

The blood drop fell quietly and dripped onto the Jiutian Han Palace flower below.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't even look at Jiutian Hangonghua's reaction.

Her slender neck is still slightly raised, like a white swan with its head held high and wings spread out, ignoring the ground.

She tilted her eyes slightly and glanced at her husband with reserve.

The meaning of the Autumn Eyed Woman's slightly arrogant attitude is very simple:

You big pig's hoof, why don't you quickly pick up this pure and chaste white wedding veil and hand it to me, your wife.

However, this time, the atmosphere around seemed a little different.

Concubine Zhao Ling hummed lightly, and in her peripheral vision, she saw her husband with his head down and no movement.

"Why are you so stupid and don't want to coax me?"

She couldn't help it.

He turned his head pretending to be nonchalant.

Then she glared at her ignorant husband.

But he still didn't react, and looked down at something. Hey, Qian'er was looking at the same thing!

What are you looking at?

Concubine Zhao Ling looked down.

She held a blood-red flower bud in her hand.

The flowers in Jiutian Han Palace are red.

Concubine Zhao Ling's pretty face turned pale as snow. She looked at Zhao Rong the first moment. The blood-red flower bud in her hand fell to the ground. Then, almost at the same time, she chopped off the white and fluttering Jiutian Hangong flower in the hand of Xiao Qian'er, who also had a pale face. In front of him, she raised her hand and bit the tip of her index finger. The blood from her fingertips flowed down and fell on the new flower bud.

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes widened as she stared at the junction of the petals and the blood.

Almost instantly.

She had another blood-red flower bud in her hand.

The wedding atmosphere became quiet.

Two blood-red flower buds fell together, landing on the white wedding veil embroidered with a fat duck, and it was impossible to tell which came first.

But they were all stained with the blood of a woman.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head and looked at Zhao Rong's face.

"Brother Rong'er, do you believe me?"

The woman hadn't called him by that name for a long, long time.

Xiao Qian'er was silent.

At this moment, even a second of silence would seem extremely long.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and silently looked at the two blood-red flower buds below for a while.

He suddenly reached out, grabbed Zhao Lingfei's bitten finger that was bleeding profusely, put it directly into his mouth, and sucked on it to stop the bleeding.

Be careful.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt the bleeding onion finger in his mouth trembling, the same as its owner's body at this moment.

As he sucked, he looked at her with his eyes slightly raised, "Why are you so stupid? I told you not to play with these strange things, but you insisted on playing. Now you've hurt yourself and are crying."

Zhao Lingfei looked at him gently and said in a trembling voice: "I didn't cry."

She quickly raised her free hand, covered her mouth with the back of her hand, looked at him intently and said, "Brother Rong'er, there's something wrong with these two flowers. I'll ask Qian'er to pick more. I want to try again!"

"You big-headed ghost, don't try this weird thing again. Why do you have to compete with each other in everything?" Zhao Rong pulled out the green onion finger from his mouth, lowered his head and carefully examined the wound she had bitten. He nodded gently, "But this flower... is indeed problematic."

Seeing Zhao Rong's attitude, Concubine Zhao Ling's heart trembled and she was speechless for a moment.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes.

He had seen these two blood-red flower buds.

There happened to be one of them in his Sumeru object at that moment.

Inside the Sumeru object, it was lying quietly next to the Frost Sky Dawn Horn.

It was the little red flower given to him by the transparent woman in the ruins of Wangque City.

"Can this flower from the Moon Palace only verify the virgin blood of Li Nu? Can it also test out something else... such as Qing Jun..." Zhao Rong thought silently in his heart. At the same time, when he lowered his head just now, he carefully observed and thought about it:

"The blood of a virgin makes the Jiutian Han Palace flower even purer and whiter, while the blood of a non-virgin will only make it dull and gray. I have never heard that it can be dyed into any other color... Qingjun's blood can make it red. What does this mean... Does it indicate some kind of closeness and affinity due to the same roots?"

Zhao Rong suppressed his thoughts and remained silent for the time being.

He lowered his head and sucked the delicate wound on his wife's fingertips.

Zhao Lingfei couldn't help but say: "Do you really believe..."

She paused in the middle of her speech.

No more asking.

He sniffed.

My husband didn't mention the red flowers in the Nine Heavens Cold Palace at all, but all his actions and reactions said it all, clearly revealing his current attitude.

This was more powerful than any words to comfort her or prove his feelings!

Concubine Zhao Lingfei stared without blinking at the man in front of her who was lowering his head and carefully examining her wound.

She felt a tingling sensation on the finger he was sucking, and the sensation spread from her index finger to her entire body, plucked all the strings deep in her heart.

Itchy.

Sweet.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly called out, "Brother Rong'er...husband."

"Um?"

"In this world, it doesn't matter how others look down on me or look up to me, but you can't. You can never, ever look down on me, ever."

She was unreasonably arrogant, "You, do you understand?"

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, "Okay."

"Got it, forever and ever." He nodded.

Concubine Zhao Ling paused and made a very unreasonable request: "Just like just now, I don't allow you to think in that direction at all. You can't think about it, even if you think in the wrong way."

"Yes, lady."

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at her husband.

Zhao Rong raised his head in sync.

The two stared.

They stared at each other for a long time.

She said faintly: "I only have you."

Zhao Rong felt warm in his heart.

He saw his only reflection in the woman's autumn eyes.

Yes, they were childhood sweethearts, and from young to adulthood, it seemed as if she had always regarded him as the only one.

When she was a child, she held his clothes.

When she grew up, she held his poems in her hands.

Until now, she knelt on his wedding bed, wearing his bridal gown, and became his bride.

On the wedding night, the two looked at each other.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly lowered her head and sucked the index finger that he had sucked with her red lips.

Then her red lips and wet fingers leaned forward and covered Zhao Rong's slightly open mouth.

So.

Between the slender fingers whose blood had stopped, there were lips and teeth chasing and entwining each other.

"Ugh! You guys..."

The little girl next to her, who had just turned from surprise to joy, was stunned for a moment, then she pouted her pink lips and squeezed in with a "I want one too". The second lady was never absent and joined the game of three childhood sweethearts.

In an instant, the house was filled with spring colors.

I don't know how long it was after, the wedding scene in the dark, along with the festive mandarin ducks playing in the water quilt, two snow-white handkerchiefs were pushed and shoved to the side of the bed by some unclear things. They were either stacked or entangled together, or spread out individually; as for the two red flower buds, they were carefully wrapped with the white handkerchiefs, and then suddenly squeezed and kneaded into flower mud and red liquid, adding two charming dark colors to the mandarin duck red quilt.

The night was a bit noisy.

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Tonight, Zhao Rong doesn't care about humans, he only thinks about them.

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