Chapter 382 Wedding Ceremony
The wedding ceremony will be held in the eastern warm room of the Pineapple Palace.
This Pineapple Palace is Wen Lier's new residence. It is very close to the Purple Palace where the emperor lives, and is several times larger than the original Bixi Palace.
The extreme solemnity of the daytime ceremony has faded away, and the red candles are shining brightly in the warm room, the air is full of joy, and there is a bit more privacy and warmth belonging to the newlyweds.
The dragon and phoenix wedding candles burn quietly.
The palace maids presented a golden plate with two halves of a gourd tied with a red string, filled with fine wine.
Yan Shixu and Wen Li'er sat opposite each other.
He picked up one scoop himself, and Wen Li'er picked up the other scoop.
Their arms intertwined, their breaths meeting, their eyes reflecting each other's faces, which looked a little tired but still radiant after being dressed up.
"Li'er," Yan Shixu's voice was low and gentle, with a tenderness that had not been revealed during the day.
"Drink this wine, and from now on, you and I will be one, husband and wife, dependent on each other through life and death, and inseparable until old age."
Wen Li'er's eyes moved and she smiled, with a hint of shyness and incomparable determination.
"Your Majesty, I agree with you."
The two of them raised their heads at the same time and drank the wine in the gourd.
The spiciness and sweetness of the wine mixed together in their throats, just like their past journey, with thrilling dangers and sweet companionship.
Putting down the wine gourd, Yan Shixu did not loosen his entangled arms, but instead took the person gently into his arms.
He raised his hand and gently took off the heavy phoenix crown for her.
Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, brushing against his arm.
Wen Li'er suddenly felt her head lighten and couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Yan Shixu chuckled softly, his fingertips brushing across her slightly red earlobe, and his warm breath sprayed on the side of her neck, with a hint of alcohol and passion.
"Tired?"
"Yeah." Wen Li'er leaned on his solid chest, feeling his steady and strong heartbeat.
She had let go of the tension she had been carrying for the entire day, and her voice was filled with weariness, yet also with a sense of peace.
"This wedding was so complicated, and finally... it's all over."
"No," Yan Shixu tightened his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and his voice was hoarse.
"It has begun. Li'er, our real wedding night has just begun."
As he finished speaking, warm kisses fell on her forehead, eyebrows, and nose like raindrops...
Finally, he accurately captured the bright red color that fascinated him.
Yan Shixu's kiss was unquestionably gentle, yet it also contained the desire and passion that had been suppressed all day.
At first, he sucked gently, as if tasting the most precious nectar in the world. The tip of his tongue carefully traced the shape of her lips, carrying the lingering sweet scent of the wedding wine and her own sweet fragrance.
Wen Li'er only felt a strong throbbing spreading from between her lips and teeth, instantly sweeping through her limbs and bones.
She trembled subconsciously, and her hands instinctively climbed up his strong arms. Even through the thick material of the robe, her fingertips could feel the surging power underneath.
His breath was so familiar, yet because of this special moment, it took on a new, heart-pounding aggression.
She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, and responded to him awkwardly but completely, letting him lead this lingering deep kiss.
When lips and tongues intertwine, there is an inextricable attachment and belonging.
The kiss gradually deepened, Yan Shixu's arms held her tightly in his arms like an iron hoop, and his other hand began to unbutton the intricate and exquisite buttons on her wedding dress.
Under his slender and powerful fingers, the red gold and jewel-inlaid buttons carefully carved by the embroiderer seemed to shed the coldness of royal majesty and become gentle and charming.
Every time she untied a knot, Wen Li'er felt the heavy restraints on her body lighten a little, but the throbbing in her heart increased.
"Your Majesty..." She let out a faint moan from between his lips, with a charm that she herself was not even aware of.
"What did you call me for?"
Yan Shixu moved away a little, rested his forehead against hers, and his hot breath sprayed on her lips which were slightly swollen from being kissed.
His deep eyes shone startlingly brightly under the flickering candlelight, with undisguised emotions surging in them.
Wen Li'er's cheeks were flushed, as if she had been stained with the finest rouge, and she looked into his eyes with a misty look.
There, I could clearly see myself with my clothes half-unbuttoned and my hair slightly disheveled.
Her heart was burning, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper, but it was filled with intimacy and trust: "A Xu..."
This soft call was like the last spark that ignited the dry wood.
A low, satisfied sigh escaped Yan Shixu's throat, and as he kissed her again, the speed of his undressing suddenly increased.
The heavy and gorgeous phoenix wears a peony cloud brocade outer robe and layers of inner clothes, just like a blooming pear blossom being peeled off layer by layer...
Finally, the close-fitting, bright red nightgown made of the softest and most delicate silk was revealed.
Under the pajamas, her exquisite curves were faintly visible, and her skin glowed with a soft jade-like luster in the candlelight.
Yan Shixu's kiss was no longer limited to her lips. With a scorching temperature, it moved all the way down along her graceful jawline...
He branded it on the delicate, sensitive side of her neck, sucking on that throbbing pulse.
Wen Li'er felt as if the places where he kissed were on fire, and the numbness rushed straight to her head, making her unable to help but let out a tiny whimper.
Her body twisted slightly in his arms, which only led to a tighter hug and deeper exploration from him.
His big hand reached into her pajamas and stroked her smooth and delicate back.
The hot touch of his palm made Wen Li'er tremble all over, but then she calmed down little by little under his patient and compassionate touch.
Her skin was like the finest silk, trembling slightly under his slightly calloused fingertips.
His kiss also moved down, landing on her round shoulders through the thin nightgown, and then moving to her delicate collarbone, leaving a few wet marks.
"Li'er..." He called her name, his voice hoarse.
Filled with intense desire and deep love: "My Queen..."
Wen Li'er only felt that her whole body was wrapped and melted by his breath, his warmth, and his affection.
She no longer thought about royal majesty or being the mother of the country.
At this moment, she was just his wife, a woman whom he cherished and longed for.
She raised her head and offered her lips to him, responding to him a little clumsily but enthusiastically, and her small hands also tentatively tried to untie his equally complicated robe.
Yan Shixu chuckled softly, cooperating with her actions with a hint of indulgence.
The dark robe with twelve chapter patterns and the bright yellow inner garment were taken off piece by piece, revealing his broad and solid chest and well-defined abdominal muscles.
The candlelight outlined his strong and powerful physique, every inch of his lines was full of masculine beauty and potential power.
When the two finally spoke frankly to each other without any barriers between them, the air in the warm room seemed to become sticky and hot.
The dragon and phoenix wedding candles burned more vigorously, and the candle wax dripped slowly, illuminating the overlapping figures in the tent.
Yan Shixu's gaze lingered on her greedily, his eyes were pious and fervent, as if he was worshipping his most precious treasure.
Wen Li'er was so embarrassed that she almost curled up, but was stopped by his strong arms.
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