There was only a pair of phoenix candles lit in the room, and the dim light cast shadows into the tent. Lu Huanjue saw Su Qingci's frown.
He reached out and smoothed it out, "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous."
"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."
Su Qingci closed his eyes tightly and responded softly.
The moment she responded, her clothes slipped down, revealing a piece of snow-white spring scenery.
The flickering candlelight illuminated the overlapping figures of the two people.
…
Inside Kunde Palace in Shangjing City, the night was as dark as ink, everything was silent, and the sky had not yet broken.
Lu Huan suddenly sat up in shock, cold sweat on his forehead, and most of his underwear was wet.
The scene in the dream was too real, so real that he felt it was actually happening.
Su Zhao, whose actual name is Su Qingci, her father is Su Songqi, the Prime Minister of Nanchang State, who is also one of the treacherous and stingy ministers that he is determined to eliminate.
They got married, and Su Qingci's name was also recorded in the genealogy of their Lu family. She was his official wife, who was welcomed back in a sedan chair carried by eight people after going through the three letters and six ceremonies.
The most important thing is that Su Qingci has him in her heart, she loves him!
In the dream, her actions, her smiles, her shy expressions, and the way she joked with him were all expressions of her true feelings from the bottom of her heart.
Su Qingci never concealed her true self in front of him. She wholeheartedly entrusted the rest of her life to him, and also entrusted her and her mother's life and death to him.
This heavy trust.
It must be true!
As if trying to convince himself, Lu Huan kept muttering to himself, "This must be true. This can't be just a dream."
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