After eating some snacks to fill her stomach, Yao Shu took off her cumbersome wedding dress, which she wore several layers anyway.
Seeing that it was getting late, she rolled her eyes, covered herself with the quilt and fell asleep.
In ancient times, weddings were mostly arranged by parents or matchmakers, and it was even more common for people to get married without meeting each other.
Who would care if you missed the wedding night without meeting, but she was a princess after all, and the prince would not be troubled again when he came back.
Although waking her up to do whatever she wanted to do was not a long-term solution, there was really no other way now, so it was just a matter of time.
Yao Shu got up early in the morning and was tired after a long day.
She was really sleepy.
After an unknown amount of time, she fell asleep in a daze when she suddenly heard the sound of the door.
This body was not hers.
Although her abilities were greatly reduced, her perception was not reduced at all.
She opened her eyes slightly, and with the light of the red candle, she saw Mu Beirong stumbling in.
He seemed to have drunk too much.
"Bang."
The drunk Mu Beirong tripped over a chair and stopped moving.
Yao Shu hurriedly got up and came down to check, only to realize that he was just drunk.
Yao Shu breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that there was no need to worry tonight.
Although King Rong was frail, he was still a man.
Yao Shu dragged and pulled him with all her strength before throwing him into the bed.
She took off his shoes for him and pushed him inside.
She was already out of breath.
Only then did she dare to look at him unscrupulously.
Mubei's appearance was undoubtedly excellent, but what caught her eye more was the golden mask on the left half, which glowed coldly under the flickering candlelight.
Somehow, her bare hand touched it slightly, but it bounced away like an electric shock.
What a beautiful mask, it fit so well on Mu Beirong's face, and it didn't feel like an eyesore at all.
He murmured to himself: "How can a person die inexplicably?
Can this weak body withstand it?"
Yao Shu is a 100% atheist, but she is resurrected.
Such bizarre things can happen, what else?
It's impossible.
The princess probably died because of her.
She shook her head and lay on the edge of the bed, sleeping with her clothes on.
After she closed her eyes, the man next to her slowly opened his eyes, his eyes burning, and he didn't look half drunk.
The red candle stayed on all night on the wedding night.
Suddenly a figure flashed outside the window.
Mu Beirong put his hand on Yao Shu's neck, quickly got up and came outside the hall.
"Young Master" Shan Ya knelt down on one knee: "Doctor Yun just left.
This is what he left for Young Master."
Mu Beirong took the medicine bottle: "Do you have any words?"
Shan Ya glanced at the closed door: "Doctor Yun said that you can take one pill when the poison is unbearable.
It is better to use less unless it is absolutely necessary.
This bottle of medicine can last for up to one year.
In other words, next year will be The deadline is, if an accident occurs during detoxification after half a year, and the martial arts is completely useless after one year, it will be difficult to recover, so before that, it is necessary to ensure that the medicine is safe and correct. " "Go down."
Mu Beirong shook the medicine bottle and tried every possible means to get it.
Naturally, he would ensure that she remembered that pretty face when she used it.
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Mu Beirong's narrow phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed.
It was rare that she would do this for him.
Bingyangzi is worried.
Nowadays, it's hard to say who will defeat whom.
I can only say that you have a miserable life, having such a cruel father.
Walking into the inner room, she opened the acupuncture points with her fingers.
Yao Shu relaxed her body, turned over and continued to sleep soundly.
Her breathing was shallow, her red lips were slightly raised, and her eyes from the north of the curtain were scrutinizing.
The female family members in the palace were in the harem most of the time. , he has been fighting outside all year round, and this is the first time he has met Princess Wen Yi.
But he checked the princesses in the palace carefully, and heard that the princess had a delicate appearance, a reserved personality, and was timid and spoke little.
But according to what he saw, the Prince Consort died suddenly, remarried someone else halfway, and was still a murderous, disfigured and sickly prince.
If this were to happen to any young girl, she would definitely feel uneasy.
But there was no trace of uneasiness or fear on her face, and she was even comfortable sleeping on the same bed with a strange man.
Thinking about it carefully, this princess was not an ordinary relief.
Yao Shu suddenly turned over and lay on her side again, and Mu Beirong realized that she was in a trance.
She frowned slightly and lay back on the bed without saying a word.
Yao Shu is indeed mentally mature, and is by no means comparable to a teenage girl.
No matter what the big world, she has experienced many life-and-death crises.
In her previous life, she was an orphan, carefree and adaptable to the new environment.
It's not that difficult for her.
She slept very comfortably that night.
Everywhere Yao Shu opened her eyes was filled with red.
Then she remembered that she seemed to have gotten married yesterday.
She quickly turned her head to look to the other side and met a pair of calm and gentle eyes.
"Princess, you slept well."
His magnetic voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up.
With half of his stunning face, Yao Shu was stunned for a moment.
Before Yao Shu could answer, Hong Mo's voice came from outside the door: "Princess, please come in and serve me."
Yao Shu nodded: "Come in" Suddenly her lips became cold, and she realized that Mu Beirong's index finger was covering her lips, and whispered: "Does the princess want others to see us like this?"
Yao Shu forgot her embarrassment and looked at the two of them.
There was nothing inappropriate.
She followed him and whispered, "What's wrong with this look?"
Mu Beirong suddenly chuckled, and the redness in his eyes seemed to dim: "Princess, you have forgotten that we are newlyweds.
How can it make sense to sleep with our clothes on during the wedding night?"
Only then did Yao Shu understand what he meant, and her fair face turned slightly pink: "Then" you can't take off your clothes and then go back to sleep.
Mu Beirong remained silent, and with his knuckled hands he untied the red wedding robe and hung it on the hanger, so that both of them were left with only white underwear.
He took out a white handkerchief from the bedside and lightly touched it with his finger with a dagger.
A drop of blood fell on the snow-white handkerchief, blooming into a plum blossom.
Yao Shu looked at Mu Beirong putting his handkerchief on the bed, and twitched the corner of her mouth.
Why did this scene look so familiar?
In which novel did she read it?
However, this prince was very talkative, and the wedding night was also hidden.
In the past, if she didn't want to, I wouldn't have rushed to force her.
"Come in," Yao Shu said.
Hong Mo is about the same age as Yao Shu, with smart hands and feet and a good appearance: "I have seen the princess, the Prince Consort."
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Mu Beirong sat on the couch: "I still prefer the title of Princess, what do you think Princess?"
It's just a title, Yao Shu really doesn't care: "Then just follow what the prince said."
Hong Mo immediately changed his words smartly: "Princess, my servant will help you wash up."
According to the rules today, tea was to be served to the parents-in-law, but since Mubei Rong had no father or mother, he naturally served tea to his master instead.
After packing up, Mu Beirong and Yao Shu went to the main hall together.
Mu Beirong was dressed in blue brocade clothes and had a tall and straight figure.
If you didn't look at his face, you would never know that he was a chronically ill person.
And Yao Shu had three thousand green silk threads tied up in her.
She wore a light blue palace dress, her eyes were dark and bright, and her lips were red.
Although she was still a girl, she had a bit more charm that girls didn't have.
The two of them were taller and shorter, and their shadows intertwined.
From time to time, King Rong would lower his head and say something to her.
They were very harmonious.
Hong Mo looked behind him and felt that if it weren't for King Rong and Yan Rui, he and the princess would be a perfect match. .
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－ small theater Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief: He thought he couldn't escape the wedding night.
Xiaobei: Are you hinting at something to me?
Xiao Yao's eyes rolled around: By the way, it shouldn't be possible, right?
Xiaobei gritted his teeth: A man's dignity cannot be challenged.
You wait for me: