On the high-rise building, Murong Jin and Di Junlan sat on the eaves, looking at the bright moon.
Dressed in a flowing red wedding gown, Di Junlan leaned against Murong Jin, "Ah, I think I just heard my little cousin's voice..."
Murong Jin looked down at him, her eyes gentle, "I misheard."
Gently stroking Di Junlan's dark hair, Murong Jin felt an indescribable emotion.
I felt excited, but also heartbroken.
Emotions she never usually had suddenly surfaced tonight, on her wedding night with Di Junlan.
There's always a voice deep inside me telling me to cherish him.
Do you cherish Emperor Junlan?
It is my great honor.
"Can we still consummate our marriage?"
Di Junlan tilted his head, his face full of confusion, and then immediately covered his mouth, "No, Ajin, didn't you hear me hiccup..."
"Are you drunk?"
"I'm not drunk."
Looking into his clear, innocent eyes, Murong Jin couldn't help but say, "You're quite like a child now."
“I am not a child, I am your husband.”
Murong Jin chuckled, "Yes, my little husband."
"I'm not young."
"Yes, I'm not small, really. If you don't believe me, Ah Jin, feel it..."
Murong Jin was taken aback. Looking at the innocent-looking person, she shook her head helplessly, her voice even gentler than usual, "There's no rush now. Let's touch it when we get back, okay?"
Di Junlan stared blankly, "Ah Jin, you are so gentle."
After falling into Murong Jin's arms, the two remained silent, listening to each other's soft, steady breathing.
Finally, Di Junlan led Murong Jin to a place, "How about I show you how to perform a sword dance?"
"After I learned swordsmanship, my first thought was that I would become stronger and no one would be able to bully me anymore."
“I still remember the very first thing you said to me, Ah Jin.”
Murong Jin raised an eyebrow slightly. "Alright, then let me see how good the princess's swordsmanship is."
With a clang, Murong Jin sat down beside them, watching the people in the courtyard. The red wedding dress fluttered in the wind, and in the moonlight, the handsome young man's face was gentle, and his eyes held a tender smile...
Looking at the woman opposite him, his face was filled with doting affection and happiness...
The moment Di Junlan looked at Murong Jin, his eyes were full of charm, yet he never expected that the person he had cherished for so long would come and dance with him on the sword...
"I will teach you..."
The moment his hand was grasped, Di Junlan perhaps understood the feelings of women in stories who were treated this way by men.
"Murong Jin, I want to kiss you..."
The words that slip out are simply words spoken involuntarily.
Di Junlan slipped, and Murong Jin hooked her arm around his waist, looking down at the man whose eyes were filled with her.
Then those red lips landed on the lips that were about to open.
...
The next morning, Murong Jin lay on the recliner next to him, but his gaze kept falling on the bed not far away.
Someone whispered, "Your Highness, breakfast is being prepared."
Murong Jin closed the book. "No rush, I'll wait for the Queen."
"Yes." After the people outside left, Murong Jin stood up and slowly walked to the bedside.
Looking at the sleeping person, I couldn't help but smile.
He then left the room and went to the kitchen himself.
"Your Highness, what brings you here?"
Murong Jin: "Prepare some food, the Princess Consort's favorites."
"yes."
After explaining things to them, Murong Jin went back, but instead of going into her room, she sat in the courtyard, looking at the sword hanging opposite her...
Since she had already taken advantage of him, Murong Jin would naturally take responsibility.
...
"They haven't come back all night? No, where did they go?"
Lu Qishuo had a headache. "Huo Yun'er!!! You tricked me last night! If my cousin holds a grudge, I'll be skinned alive!"
"We're still looking for her. She's probably not even up yet. After all, it's her wedding night; she can't just leave it like this without doing something..."
Yu Jing'er suddenly appeared behind them, and Huo Yun'er immediately ran over, "Sister, quickly use your Gu worms to find them for me."
Yu Jing'er: "..."
"Let's not bother them."
Huo Yun'er: "Hehe, it's not that I'm going to bother them, I just want to know where they went last night."
Yu Jing'er: "Hmm? Not in the room?"
Huo Yun'er shook her head, "No, they disappeared last night, I don't even know when they left."
Ling Qiao'er's voice came from afar, "Hey, why don't you eat breakfast before you go find them? I made breakfast!! There are all sorts of flavors!"
Huo Yun'er: "Then let's eat first and then talk..."
...
When Di Junlan opened his eyes, the sound he heard was the soft rustling of pages turning.
Looking to the side, I saw someone sitting by the window reading a book.
My head hurts a bit; it's probably because I drank too much last night.
After he sat up, there was a moment of confusion on his face.
My back aches...
Some voices popped into my head.
"Why is it so limp..."
"Ah Jin, it's clearly very big..."
"Waaaaah...it's broken..."
...
Di Junlan's expression immediately twisted, and the tips of his ears turned bright red.
No, what embarrassing things did he do last night?
The scene now shows Ah Jin sitting on his lap...
Shaking her head, "Ah Jin..."
Looking out the window, bathed in sunlight, one feels a gentle, warm glow.
"Awake? Are you hungry?"
Di Junlan watched as the man closed his book, slowly walked over, and stood beside him.
Feeling somewhat inadequate, Di Junlan wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her chest.
"Am I... really useless...?"
"That's how all men who drink are."
In a state of half-heartedness...
"Then why is my back sore..."
Upon hearing this, Murong Jin narrowed her eyes, looked down at him, and said in a somewhat ambiguous tone, "Oh? Forgot?"
"Um."
Should I say it?
Di Junlan hesitated for a moment. He was afraid it would be another embarrassing situation, but he wanted to know.
"Um."
"You insisted on doing it last night... and couldn't get up. You cried, so I had no choice but to hold you down..."
Emperor Junlan: "But what if I can't get up?"
Murong Jin chuckled softly, "Really forgotten? Should we take some action to remind the Princess?"
Emperor Junlan suddenly paused, "No."
He insisted on pulling someone to help him lift it up...
Thinking back now, he was like this last night...
grass.
So embarrassing! \(`Δ')／
Murong Jin saw Di Junlan's face turn red and white in turns, and rubbed his head, "Get up and eat."
Di Junlan's voice was muffled and low, tinged with embarrassment as he said, "Okay."
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