Chapter 96: The Black-Hearted Fox's Wedding Night
In the bridal chamber of the Marquis Xuanping's residence, red candles burned brightly, and the air was thick with warm fragrance. A dragon and phoenix wedding quilt, with tassels dangling lightly, was spread across the spacious, thousand-craftsmanship bed.
The air was filled with the sweet aroma of fruit and wine, as well as a faint, unique cold plum fragrance that belonged to Nangong Yue.
Nangong Yue sat upright on the edge of the bed, her golden crown, a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, removed from her head, her dark hair cascading down like a waterfall. She lowered her head slightly, her hands folded nervously in her lap, her heart beating like a drum.
On the dressing table, the gorgeous golden nanmu gift box is like a Pandora's box, exuding a tempting yet unsettling atmosphere - inside it is the "Glittering Stars" battle robe lovingly crafted by my aunt Dongfang Yuning and the mysterious "Twin Flowers in Bloom Worry-Free Cream".
Her palms were sweating with nervousness, and her eyes kept glancing towards the box. Those pictures drawn by her aunt... and that meager amount of fabric, help!
Now she just wants to put it back in the box and bury it!
At this moment, steady and slightly hurried footsteps were heard outside the door, accompanied by Zhong Bo's respectful and slightly smiling voice:
"My Lord, please slow down..."
“Squeak—”
The door was pushed open, and Shen Xiaoyun, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, walked in. His face was slightly red, and his phoenix eyes were particularly deep and bright due to the alcohol. He lacked his usual gentleness and calculation, and had a bit more direct and aggressive gaze.
He bolted the door quickly, blocking out all the noise from outside.
Suddenly, only the two of them were left in the bridal chamber, along with the crackling sound of candlelight.
Chen Xiaoyun's gaze, as if carrying substantial warmth, instantly locked onto the figure beside the bed that haunted him.
He approached step by step, his steps a little unsteady, but with unquestionable strength.
"Yuer..."
His voice was low and hoarse, full of alcohol and emotion, scratching Nangong Yue's eardrums like a feather.
Nangong Yue's heartbeat instantly reached its limit! She subconsciously clutched the hem of her wedding dress and lowered her head even lower.
Shen Xiaoyun walked over to her and stood still, his warm breath, scented with alcohol, brushing against the top of her hair. He slowly reached out his hand, his slender fingers trembling slightly as he gently stroked her smooth, delicate jawline. Carefully and with great care, he forced her to raise her head.
Under the candlelight, Nangong Yue was forced to meet his gaze.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her eyes were sparkling with shyness, nervousness, and a glimmer of fire that she herself was not aware of. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Chen Xiaoyun's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his eyes instantly darkened like an abyss, surging with turbulent waves. He leaned down and pressed towards those alluring red lips with a clear goal, with the determination to conquer the city.
Nangong Yue's mind went blank, and she felt the approaching breath making her whole body go limp.
At the moment when those hot lips were about to fall——
“Plop!”
A muffled sound!
The expected warm and soft touch did not come, and Nangong Yue only felt her body sink!
Looking down, she saw Shen Xiaoyun lying straight on her legs in an extremely awkward and slightly funny posture! His head was resting on her thigh, and he was breathing heavily.
Nangong Yue: “……???”
She was stunned. The romantic thoughts she had just had were instantly shattered by this sudden change. She pushed Shen Xiaoyun's shoulder:
"Hello? Chen Xiaoyun? Chen Xiaoyun? Wake up!"
Chen Xiaoyun showed no reaction, seemingly completely drunk. His scorching breath seeped through the thin fabric of her clothes and sprayed onto her legs, bringing waves of indescribable numbness.
Nangong Yue was both infuriated and amused. Shen Huli, the majestic and powerful man who debated with the princes during the day, was actually drunk on their wedding night? And even lying on her lap?!
She struggled to move the drunken fox away, but although Shen Xiaoyun looked thin, he was actually quite heavy. During the shove, a small object she had hidden in her sleeve accidentally fell out and landed on the carpet with a "clatter".
It is the beautifully bound "Newlyweds' Handbook·Practical Guide (Special Edition for Yueji Pavilion)"!
Nangong Yue's face suddenly turned red! She was frantically trying to pick it up!
In a flash, Shen Xiaoyun, who had been unconscious just a moment ago, suddenly opened his eyes as if equipped with radar! His eyes were clear and sharp, without a trace of drunkenness at all!
He moved as fast as lightning, and with a scoop of his long arm, he accurately caught the fallen booklet in his hand!
"What's this?"
Shen Xiaoyun's voice was thick with laughter and mischief. He sat up and trapped Nangong Yue between himself and the bedpost, his other hand still firmly grasping the "evidence".
Nangong Yue was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into. She reached out to grab it:
"Give it back to me! Chen Xiaoyun! You're pretending to be drunk! You liar! Black-hearted fox!"
Relying on his height and long arms, Chen Xiaoyun easily lifted the booklet high, letting Nangong Yue flutter in his arms like a little phoenix with its feathers standing on end.
He chuckled softly, his breath brushing against her ears:
"If I don't pretend to be drunk, how can I let Yue'er down? How can I see the homework Yue'er prepared specially for tonight?"
He deliberately flipped open the booklet, his eyes sweeping over the beautiful yet practical illustrations. His gaze grew deeper and more intense, and his voice became dangerously hoarse.
"So Yue'er... is so eager to learn? Hmm? Does that include matching equipment?"
His eyes glanced meaningfully at the conspicuous golden nanmu gift box on the dressing table.
Nangong Yue couldn't grab the booklet, and he held her in his arms. The aggressive aura and words made her feel weak all over, and her cheeks were so hot that she could fry an egg. She slapped him in shame and anger:
"Chen Xiaoyun! You bastard! Give the book back to me! That's my aunt... Ugh!"
Before he could finish his words, all the sounds were blocked!
Chen Xiaoyun finally stopped teasing her, lowered his head, and accurately captured the red lips that were slightly parted due to embarrassment! This time, it was no longer a superficial taste, but with a passion that had been accumulated for a long time and was almost burning her out, he conquered the city and rubbed it against her.
"Hmm..."
All of Nangong Yue's protests and shame were melted away by this domineering and lingering kiss. Her body softened involuntarily and she could only cling to his shoulders weakly.
The troublesome "Practical Guide" fell again on the soft carpet with a "bang", and no one paid attention to it.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Xiaoyun finally moved away a little, resting his forehead against hers, his breathing equally rapid and hot.
He looked at the moist and misty eyes and slightly swollen lips of the person in his arms, with deep affection and possessiveness in his eyes.
"Yuer..."
His voice was hoarse, and he caressed her hot cheeks lovingly with his fingertips.
"My little phoenix... I finally brought you back to the nest."
He cast his eyes on the gift box again, with undisguised expectation and a hint of cunning.
"Are you going to open it and see what my aunt has given me?"
Nangong Yue's breath was unstable, and her eyes were still a little blurry. Hearing this, the remaining pride made her subconsciously want to refuse, but under Shen Xiaoyun's extremely penetrating and seductive gaze, she couldn't say no. She bit her lower lip and said in a mosquito-like voice:
"You...you close your eyes first..."
The smile in Chen Xiaoyun's eyes deepened, and he closed his eyes obediently, but the corners of his mouth curled up in an arc of determination.
Nangong Yue took a deep breath, as if rushing to the battlefield. She broke free from his embrace, walked to the dressing table, and opened the golden nanmu gift box with trembling hands.
When the "galaxy-like" battle robe was fully revealed under the candlelight, Nangong Yue herself gasped!
The pink, purple and moon-white tulle interwoven is like a flowing nebula, and the tiny crystals reflect a dreamy and hazy halo under the candlelight.
The design of the upper body is bold and exquisite, barely covering the most important curves, revealing a large area of white and delicate skin and graceful shoulder and neck lines.
The high slit design on the lower body is even more breathtaking, revealing the legs as she walks. The matching lace garter stockings and moonstone high heels push the temptation to the extreme.
[Aunt! You are trying to kill me!]
Nangong Yue screamed in her heart, her cheeks flushed red, but a strange, taboo-challenging excitement also rose up in her.
She gritted her teeth, quickly shed her elaborate wedding gown, and donned this "nuclear-grade" battle robe. As the cool gauze pressed against her skin, she looked in the mirror at the unfamiliar yet incredibly alluring self, her heartbeat nearly bursting out of her chest.
“Okay…Okay…”
She turned around, her voice trembling slightly.
Shen Xiaoyun slowly opened his eyes.
When his eyes fell on Nangong Yue in the candlelight, time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The smile on his face froze instantly, and his breathing suddenly stopped! In those deep phoenix eyes, all the teasing, mischievousness, and even deep love were instantly replaced by a pure, extreme stunning and predatory fire!
The flames were so fierce that they almost burned the beauty in front of him to ashes!
Nangong Yue felt her whole body burning with heat when he looked at her. She stood there at a loss, like a newborn goddess in the nebula, pure and lustful, breathtakingly beautiful, yet heartbreakingly fragile.
Chen Xiaoyun's Adam's apple rolled violently, but he couldn't make any sound. He walked closer step by step, his steps slow and heavy, as if stepping on Nangong Yue's heart.
His eyes were like the most sophisticated scanner, greedily sweeping over every curve on her body outlined by the tulle, over the sparkling crystals, over the faintly visible snow-white skin, and finally fixed on her eyes that shyly but bravely looked at him.
"Yuer..."
He finally found his voice, but it was hoarse and out of tune, with an almost painful repression and strong desire.
"You...you are trying to kill me..."
He suddenly stretched out his hand, but not to hug her. Instead, with an almost rough eagerness, he grabbed her slender wrist and pulled her into his arms!
The other hand, with its scorching temperature, caressed her smooth back, touching the cool, silky gauze and the warm, delicate skin beneath it.
"Chen...Chen Xiaoyun..."
Nangong Yue was startled by his sudden strength and hot palm and cried out, her body involuntarily pressed against him.
Shen Xiaoyun did not answer. His kiss fell like a storm. It was no longer the gentle temptation from before, but it was filled with domineering desire that swept over everything. It fell on her forehead, eyelids, and cheeks, and finally grabbed those seductive red lips again, going deeper and deeper, conquering the city.
In the fierce kiss and physical entanglement, Nangong Yue vaguely remembered the jar of Worry-Free Ointment. She struggled to push him away to take it, her voice breaking:
"Wait...wait...ointment...aunt's ointment..."
Chen Xiaoyun paused for a moment, his burning gaze sweeping across the dressing table until he spotted the small mutton-fat jade jar. He chuckled softly, his expression filled with understanding and a hint of evil.
"My aunt is really... very thoughtful."
He stretched out his long arm, easily picked up the jade jar, and opened the sealed lid with his fingertips.
A sweet and tempting scent with the warm fragrance of exotic flowers and fruits instantly spread, refreshing the heart and seeming to evoke the most secret desires in the heart.
Chen Xiaoyun dipped his fingertips into the dreamy pink-purple fluorescent paste. The paste had an icy, delicate texture that melted as soon as it touched his hands.
He lowered his eyes to look at his lover in his arms, whose eyes were hazy and cheeks were flushed, and said in a low and seductive voice:
"Yuer, don't move! Let your husband help you..."
The strange touch intertwined with the burning heat, mixed with the sweet fragrance that made people's hearts sway, made Nangong Yue couldn't help but let out a tiny whimper. Her body instantly softened into a pool of spring water, and she could only cling to him weakly.
Chen Xiaoyun's eyes darkened completely, a storm of desire surging within them that could devour everything. He patiently spread the magical cream with his fingertips, feeling the extreme smoothness and warmth it brought as it melted under his body temperature. He then used his hot lips to place delicate kisses on her ears and neck, soothing her in a hoarse voice:
"Be good...don't be afraid...my aunt's worry-free ointment...is indeed as good as its reputation..."
However, his painting movements seemed gentle, but the priceless, galaxy-like battle robe, which was painstakingly sewn by a top-notch embroiderer, made a tiny sound of being overwhelmed as he became more and more eager and uncontrollable in his exploration.
"Sizzle—"
An extremely slight tearing sound was heard, but it was unusually clear in the quiet and ambiguous room at this moment!
Nangong Yue felt a chill on her shoulder in her hazy state! Looking down, she saw that the delicate tulle on her shoulder had been torn open by Chen Xiaoyun's somewhat rough movements! Several tiny crystals fell off!
"Ah! My clothes!"
Nangong Yue was instantly awakened from her confusion and looked at the crack with heartache.
Shen Xiaoyun's movements also paused. He looked at the more white skin exposed under the crack. His eyes became darker, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was filled with heavy breathing and a hint of annoyance and self-righteous arrogance:
"This dress... is too much of a bother!"
Before he finished speaking, he seemed to have completely lost his patience, and it was as if the spring light leaking out from the crack had completely ignited his last bit of rationality. He was no longer satisfied with the exploration of his fingertips, and his hands suddenly exerted force -
“Sizzle!”
“Crash!”
A series of clearer tearing sounds rang out!
The galaxy-like battle robe that carried the beautiful blessings of my aunt and top-notch craftsmanship was completely torn and peeled off like a fragile butterfly wing under Shen Xiaoyun's eager and powerful actions!
The exquisite tulle shattered, the crystals collapsed, and the tassels fell to the ground... The expensive fabric instantly turned into pieces of broken butterflies, scattered sadly on the gorgeous carpet.
Nangong Yue only felt a chill on her body, and in an instant she was left with only her underwear and a pair of stockings. A large area of snow-white skin was exposed to the slightly cool air and Shen Xiaoyun's fiery gaze!
"Chen Xiaoyun! You!"
She was both embarrassed and anxious, because that was her aunt's hard work!
Chen Xiaoyun, however, was like a ferocious beast unsealed, the flames in his eyes nearly bursting forth! He lifted Nangong Yue, who was only wearing her underwear, and carried her sideways, striding towards the Qiangong Babu bed covered with a dragon and phoenix quilt.
"Clothes...I'll give you ten or a hundred pieces as compensation!"
His voice was hoarse, carrying unquestionable strength and strong desire. He gently but irresistibly placed the person in his arms into the soft quilt, and his tall body immediately covered her, completely enveloping her.
"Now…"
His hot lips fell again, with a determination to devour everything, and the vague words disappeared between the two people's intertwined lips and teeth.
"... Let me test the effectiveness of my aunt's Worry-Free Ointment..."
The red candle tent is warm, but the spring night is short.
The fragments of starlight scattered on the ground silently announced its achievements - it successfully ignited the fuse, and then was completely engulfed in the flames, completing its short but glorious mission.
As for that jar of “Worry-Free Ointment”?
In the long night that followed, its sweet and alluring fragrance completely permeated every corner of the bridal chamber, accompanied by blushing moans, whimpers and whispers between lovers, silently verifying its magical effect of "falling into the clouds and floating in the air".
At the same time, in Fengyi Palace.
The palace gates had long since reopened; Emperor Nangong Yu and Prince Yong's Nangong Ye had already left to attend to state affairs. Empress Dongfang Qiwu, being helped by her maids, was removing her elaborate hairpins and rings in preparation for bed.
Dongfang Yuning, on the other hand, lay on the soft couch by the window in a very ungraceful manner, eating the candied fruits just served by the palace maid while happily imagining the blue ocean of the boudoir economy and the countless small amounts of money.
"Hehe, a wedding night happiness and worry-free supreme gift box! Priced at one hundred taels of gold! It has to have a long name to look expensive! I'm sure the feedback on my sister's 'Fengyi Jiutian Revitalizing Essence Cream' will be good too, it's the signature of Yueji Pavilion...tsk tsk..."
She had candied fruit in her little mouth and was mumbling incoherently, with gold ingots sparkling in her big eyes.
Suddenly, without any warning—
“Ah—choo—!”
A deafening sneeze erupted from her mouth without warning! The candied fruit in her hand flew out, and she bounced off the couch.
"Ouch!"
Dongfang Yuning rubbed his nose, which was sore from the shock, with a confused look on his face.
"Who? Who's talking about me?"
The nasty electronic voice of System 118 immediately rang in her mind:
[Ding! Strong mental fluctuations detected! Target: Xuanping Houfu's new residence! After energy field scanning and analysis... determination: The signal from your carefully prepared 'Glittering Galaxy' battle robe has permanently disappeared, and its physical structure is completely destroyed!]
The energy field activity of the Worry-Free Ointment is skyrocketing exponentially... Host, your wedding gift is being deeply experienced by the target, Chen Xiaoyun, in an extremely 'efficient' and 'violent' manner~ (The system gloats and sets off a firework.gif)
Dongfang Yuning's eyes widened instantly:
What?! Signal lost?! Physical damage?! Violence?! That bastard Chen Xiaoyun! How dare he rip my limited edition battle jersey?!
That's the painstaking effort of the best embroiderer in Jiangnan for three months! The crystals on it are all real! Ahhh! My little money! My work of art!]
She completely ignored the second half of the system's report about the plaster.
Empress Dongfang Qiwu was startled by her movement and turned to look at her:
"Ning'er? What's wrong? Did you sneeze? Did you catch a cold?"
Dongfang Yuning covered his chest with his hands, his face full of pain and indignation:
"Sister! I didn't catch a cold! Someone is wasting my precious armor! They're tearing it apart! My heart... hurts so much!"
She had already seen countless gold ingots flying away with wings.
Dongfang Qiwu was stunned at first, then realized what she was referring to. Thinking of the "Starry River" with surprisingly little fabric, and then thinking about the scene of the wedding night... Even the Queen couldn't help but feel her cheeks flushed slightly, and glared at her sister in anger:
"You little girl! You gave me something like that... and you expect people to worship it? Come on, come on, take a break!"
She felt helpless in her heart. Ning'er's way of thinking was truly unprecedented.
Dongfang Yuning was still beating her chest and stamping her feet on the couch, mourning for her "work of art".
In the shadow of the corridor not far from Fengyi Palace, Nangong Ye, who had not yet left, caught Dongfang Yuning's heartbroken wail and the Queen's helpless words in the palace with his excellent hearing.
There was still no expression on his icy face, but a very faint, understanding glimmer flashed across his deep eyes.
He stood with his hands behind his back, and addressed the Shadow Guard leader who had appeared silently from the darkness. In a voice only the two of them could hear, he gave a low command:
"Send a message to the treasury to prepare more...sturdy and durable plain brocade nightgowns."
After a pause, he added,
“…the softest kind.”
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