Chapter 257 The Emperor and Empress’ Wedding (Part 2)
As for why he wrote it on a piece of paper, it wasn’t because he couldn’t remember it, but mainly because he was worried that he would be too nervous and not be able to remember it at the critical moment, which would be embarrassing, so it was better to write it down.
He was indeed nervous, but there was nothing he could do about it, as it was his first marriage and he had no experience.
The note was successfully unfolded. Yun Qingshi coughed dryly and pretended to be calm before looking at Xiao Jiwu and saying, "Read after me. I'll say a sentence and you say a sentence."
There was only doting in Xiao Jiwu's eyes: "Okay."
Yun Qingshi glanced at the note and took a deep breath, then opened his lips seriously: "We hereby solemnly promise that we will voluntarily become husband and wife."
Xiao Jiwu followed up, "We hereby solemnly promise that we will voluntarily become husband and wife."
Somehow, Yun Qingshi's heartbeat became very fast: "From today on, we will jointly shoulder the responsibilities and obligations that marriage gives us."
Xiao Jiwu's eyes were gentle as he slowly grasped the young man's soft hand: "From today on, we will jointly shoulder the responsibilities and obligations that marriage bestows upon us."
Seeing Xiao Jiwu being so obedient, Yun Qingshi couldn't help but curl his lips: "Respect and love each other, trust and encourage each other, understand and accommodate each other, support each other, and love each other for a lifetime."
Xiao Jiwu: "Respect and love each other, trust and encourage each other...love each other for a lifetime."
Yun Qingshi: "From now on, no matter good times or bad, no matter rich or poor... we must uphold the oath we made today. We will definitely be able to uphold the oath we made today."
Xiao Jiwu: "...We will definitely be able to uphold the oath we made today."
After waiting for Xiao Jiwu to finish the last word, Yun Qingshi exhaled lightly, refolded the note, and placed it on the small table next to him: "Okay, happy wedding, Mr. Xiao."
Hearing this, Xiao Jiwu leaned over and placed a kiss on the boy's forehead, then smiled and said, "Happy wedding, Qingshi."
Although they only drank a small cup of wedding wine, Yun Qingshi still felt a little dizzy at this moment.
Looking at Xiao Jiwu's charming face, he couldn't help but be mesmerized again.
It seems that no matter how much time passes, he will still be seduced by Xiao Jiwu.
He finally couldn't resist the temptation and put his arms around the man's neck, and then a kiss followed naturally...
After the kiss, both of them felt breathless.
"Awu..."
Longan and lotus seeds were scattered all over the ground. Yun Qingshi lay on the couch, looking at Xiao Jiwu with hazy eyes.
Xiao Jiwu's eyes were dim as he took off his outer robe and pulled down the bed curtains. He leaned over and kissed the boy's lips again, his fingertips touching the boy's belt without a sound.
Yun Qingshi cooperated dazedly to untie her waist belt. During this time, she regained a bit of clarity and leaned close to the man's ear to remind him: "Be more restrained, there are many ceremonies tomorrow..."
But, it was clearly him who started the fire.
"Okay." Xiao Jiwu responded in a hoarse voice...
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I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly the boy's hoarse voice came from the dim bed curtains: "Wait a moment."
Then the current emperor asked with obvious concern: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
The next moment, a white hand reached out from the tightly closed bed curtains. After groping around for a while, Yun Qingshi took the apple from the small table. Then he took the time to answer in a hoarse voice: "I'm thirsty. Let me have a bite of apple..."
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At the same time, in an inconspicuous corner of the courtyard outside the palace, Ying Twelve was leaning against the pillar, eating candy and thinking, and occasionally fiddling with the rabbit pendant on his waist.
Perhaps because he was distracted, he did not immediately notice someone approaching.
It was not until the man was less than three feet away from him that he suddenly realized and stood up, then instinctively drew his dagger to fight the enemy.
"It's me."
Before Ying Twelve could draw out the dagger, Ying Yi pressed Ying Twelve's hand and pushed the dagger back into the scabbard.
A familiar voice rang in his ears. Ying Twelve was startled. After a moment's pause, he reacted and quickly pulled his hand back and asked, "Do you have something to talk to me about?"
Ying Yi withdrew his hand awkwardly, regretting the brief contact. After a pause, he took out a small oil-paper package from his bosom and handed it to Ying Twelve: "This is candy for you. It's for the master's wedding. Eunuch Zhao asked me to bring it to you."
Shadow Twelve: ...
Ying Twelve fell silent upon hearing this. He then took out a red paper package from his bosom and showed it to Ying. He said hesitantly, "But Eunuch Zhao has already given it to me."
"Besides, the candy for the master's wedding was wrapped in red paper, but yours wasn't."
Ying Yi was a little embarrassed when his excuse was exposed, but he still pretended to be calm and gave an explanation: "Maybe... we ran out of red paper."
He continued, "Since you already have it, I'll leave first."
Seeing Ying Yi was about to leave without saying anything clearly, Ying Twelve subconsciously frowned and said hurriedly: "Wait."
When Ying Yi heard the voice, he sighed, stopped, turned around and looked at Ying Twelve again, but he had no intention of speaking.
Meeting Ying Yi's gaze, Ying Twelve thought for a moment and decided to ask the question in his heart: "Don't leave yet. Let's make it clear today. What do you mean? Why do you always give me candy?"
In just two or three months, Ying gave him candy at least seven or eight times, and each time she said it was from Eunuch Zhao.
But, it’s obviously not like that...
Ying Twelve continued seriously, "Eunuch Zhao said that he didn't give the secret guards any amber candies. The ones he gave me before were all given by you."
He only found out the truth today.
This unclear behavior made him feel confused...
Ying Yi pursed his lips when he heard the voice, knowing that he could no longer hide it, he simply told the truth: "Yes, I gave you the candy."
After receiving the correct answer, Ying Twelve was even more puzzled: "Why?"
"Because..." Yingyi didn't know how to answer.
The lack of an explanation made Ying Twelve even more anxious: "Tell me, why is this happening?"
Ying Ding stared at Ying Twelve's anxious expression, hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind to tell her the truth: "Because I know you like sweet things, because I dream of you every night, and because whenever I have some free time, your image will appear in my mind."
"Because...I think I'm falling in love with you."
Shadow Twelve:!
Ying Twelve was shocked again when he heard this.
"like?"
Is this the kind of love he understands?
At this point, there was nothing to hide, so Yingyi answered frankly, "Yes, just like the master likes Eleven."
Ying Twelve didn't understand and couldn't help but frown slightly.
Ying Yi continued to speak on his own: "I have long guessed that it would be difficult for you to accept it, but it doesn't matter. I will try not to disturb you in the future."
Ying Twelve couldn't help but ask: "But why do you like me?"
Yingyi pursed her lips and replied, "I don't know either. By the time I realized it, I already liked it."
Ying Yi didn't dare to look into Ying Twelve's eyes for a moment. He was afraid of seeing a look of disgust. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble. If you hate me, I will try to appear in front of you less often."
He knew that Ying Twelve had no intention of getting married, let alone getting entangled with a man...
Shadow Twelve:?
Ying Twelve was extremely confused for a moment.
But did he ever say he hated it?
After thinking about it, he couldn't help but retort softly: "I don't hate it."
Ying Yi raised his eyes sharply upon hearing the voice, and his voice was filled with hope: "Twelve, you said... you don't hate me?"
Shadow Twelve nodded slowly.
Yingyi then asked hurriedly: "Then, can I still give you some candy?"
Ying Twelve thought for a moment and replied, "Okay."
Yingyi asked again: "Then, can I still like you?"
Ying Twelve took a little longer to think this time, but still gave an answer: "...Yeah."
Yingyi anxiously asked again: "Then, are you willing to marry me?"
Shadow Twelve: ???
Ying Twelve was shocked.
That's not what he saw in the book about Eleven. How could they ask whether they were willing to get married right away?
Ying Twelve was silent for a while, and it took him a while to find his voice. He said, "I don't want to answer this question."
In fact, Ying Yi realized he had acted too hastily as soon as he said this. He quickly apologized: "Sorry, I was impatient. You don't have to answer."
Ying Yi then tentatively said, "There's a long way to go, let's take it slow."
Ying Twelve looked at the usually cold Ying Yi with amusement. After a moment, he nodded slowly: "Hmm..."
He doesn't hate Yingyi.
Moreover, he watched with his own eyes as the relationship between his master and Ying Shiyi grew deeper and deeper day by day, and gradually he began to think that it might be nice to have someone around...
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