With a "creak", the door of the bridal chamber was pushed open from the outside.

The sound of wheels rolling on the ground and the sound of approaching footsteps came from the door.

Qingying knew that it was the maid in the mansion who pushed Meng Zhao in.

Meng Zhao could not walk, and even to get out of the wheelchair, he had to be carried by the maid.

The maid pushed Meng Zhao to the bed, picked him up, and gently placed him on the edge of the bed, sitting side by side with Qingying.

Then the maid stepped back and closed the door.

The room was silent, with only the faint sound of burning wedding candles.

Qingying could feel that someone was sitting next to her, but after waiting for a long time, that person did not come to lift her veil.

Meng Zhao looked ahead expressionlessly, his eyes empty, and there was no joy or anger on his clear and handsome face.

When the wedding candles on the table were half burned, he gently pushed Qingying's shoulder and said in a low voice: "Get up, I'm tired. There is a soft couch behind the left side of the table, please feel free."

Qingying stood up and asked softly: "Young Master, don't you want to lift the veil?"

Meng Zhao supported himself on the bed with both hands and slowly moved back. His voice was still very low: "You can lift it yourself. If you don't mind, you can also cover it all night."

Qingying was not surprised by Meng Zhao's attitude. I heard that the young master didn't agree to this marriage, but was forced by Madam Meng to take a concubine.

Before entering the house, Grandma Wang specifically told Qingying that the young master's temper became a little strange after he broke his leg, and asked Qingying to be more patient.

In the bridal chamber tonight, if the eldest master does not move, let Qingying take the initiative and coax the eldest master, and make sure to consummate the marriage tonight.

Qingying did not want to be bored all night, so she raised her hand and lifted the veil.

After lifting the veil, she saw Meng Zhao half lying on the bed. He picked up the quilt and covered his legs, preparing to go to bed.

Qingying turned around, walked to the table, picked up the wine pot and poured a full glass of wine.

She picked up the wine glass, walked back to the bed, and said softly: "Eldest master, this is a medicinal wine brewed with many kinds of precious herbs. It is good for the body. Madam asked you to drink a glass before going to bed to dredge the meridians."

Meng Zhao ignored her. He pulled the quilt up a little, and slowly lay down on his side.

Qingying was still chattering: "My Lord, this is what the Madam ordered. If you don't drink, I won't be able to report to you. My Lord..."

Meng Zhao frowned, disliking Qingying's noisiness. He raised his hand, snatched the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

Stuffing the empty wine glass back into Qingying's hand, he said coldly: "Go away, don't bother me."

Meng Zhao drank the wine perfunctorily and fell asleep.

Qingying stepped aside, stood quietly, lowered her eyebrows and looked obedient, respectful and gentle, as if she would not step forward without Meng Zhao's order.

The red candle shed tears, and the candlelight flickered.

A quarter of an hour later, a suppressed low moan suddenly came from the bed.

Qingying raised her eyes and looked at the bed. She saw Meng Zhao's face flushed, sweat on his forehead, and the quilt on his body had been opened by him. He frowned and turned his body from side to side, seeming to be in some pain.

Qingying clenched the handkerchief in her hand, a little nervous. She stepped forward bravely and began to take off Meng Zhao's clothes without saying a word.

In a few seconds, Meng Zhao's clothes were stripped off, revealing a strong and strong body.

Meng Zhao frowned, covered his swollen and painful lower body, and whispered: "What are you doing? Get out of here."

"My lord, I'm sorry. Madam ordered that I must consummate our marriage tonight."

Qingying picked up the scattered belt and wrapped it around Meng Zhao's left hand, tying it to the bed rail. She was afraid that Meng Zhao would break free, so she tied a knot. After

one belt was used up, Qingying immediately took off her own belt, wrapped it around Meng Zhao's other hand, and tied it to the other side of the bed rail.

Meng Zhao's legs were crippled and he had no strength. He even had difficulty lifting his legs, so there was no need to waste ropes to tie his legs.

Qingying began to take off her clothes, layer by layer, and her clothes fell to the ground. After a while, her graceful body was completely exposed.

Author: Please Zhuzhu, there will be another update in the afternoon