Mother, is the voice of the mother They were paying their respects to their mother.
I heard it, and so did my eighth uncle.
As soon as he let go of his hand, I rolled and crawled out of bed.
My mother looked at the disheveled appearance of my clothes and asked them to close the door.
I threw myself into her arms aggrievedly, and she rubbed my arm to comfort me.
There were footsteps coming from behind.
It was my eighth uncle coming out.
I shrank into my mother's arms.
"Uncle Yu, are you here to give Rongchang a gift?"
The mother's voice was very steady, and only I could feel her suppressing her anger.
The eighth uncle said: "Liang Shoufu is too old and not suitable for Rongchang.
I don't agree."
The Queen Mother smiled: "Although Liang Yu is a little older, he knows how to protect Rongchang and has the ability to protect her.
Everything in the court depends on Mr.
Liang, and the emperor should know his abilities best.
Don't be in a hurry to put on airs.
It’s not good to get carried away when you have just ascended the throne.”
The atmosphere was tense for a while, but I was not as nervous as before.
I know the queen has the upper hand now.
After a while, I heard my eighth uncle say: "I was reckless.
Your Majesty is Rongchang's mother.
If you think it's good, then fine."
He compromised.
Only then did I dare to raise my head.
He has a bad look in his eyes, I can understand that.
After all, as an emperor, it is a bit uncomfortable to be forced.
If he didn't care about me, I might still sympathize with him.
But now, humming, I happily held my mother's hand and said, "Queen, can I go to Anhe Palace to stay with you?"
"Okay."
The queen mother nodded and looked at the eighth uncle, "The emperor is not young now, and he also knows how to give up and gain.
Emperor Ming's bloodline is thin, but Emperor Xian's is not.
If you make a mistake, there will be many people to take over.
You have to think I understand, if I take this step, is it possible to save my life?"
After my mother finished speaking, she took me away.
I looked back at my eighth uncle.
He was standing alone in the room, looking very pitiful. actually Oh, forget it, I’m going to get married.
One month passed quickly, and finally it was my wedding day.
My mother traced my eyebrows and my face, and said, "Feng Guan Xia Pei, my mother has also dreamed of wearing it, marrying a young talent, caring for his husband and raising children, and managing the backyard.
Maybe he will also have one or two aunts." , I just fight with them when I’m bored, and my whole life goes by like this.”
She spoke softly and without much yearning, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.
"Then the queen mother entered the palace, do you regret it?"
She picked a rouge with a hairpin and put it on my lips, and said with a smile: "What regrets are there?
There are only a few things in the backyard.
It's the same in the palace, and it's the same in the house."
She asked me to take a sip, and then said: "Besides, I also met your father.
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No matter how much regret I have, I will have none if I think about him."
The relationship between the queen mother and the emperor is really good.
I looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror because of the makeup, and I was full of longing and yearning for life after marriage.
A bright yellow figure was reflected in the mirror.
My mother and I turned around at the same time, and our eighth uncle stood there with a cold face.
I could feel his burning eyes wandering over my face.
The queen mother smiled calmly and said: "Why is the emperor here?"
His voice was a little hoarse, "If your Majesty is willing, you can leave the palace with A Ling.
She wants to be with you."
I'm a little annoyed.
Angry at his ambiguous tone.
The Queen Mother's voice was as long as a distant bell, "It's okay, Rongchang's status is embarrassing now, it's not suitable for her to come back after leaving the palace."
He said yes.
The auspicious time has come and I have to leave.
The queen mother gave her eighth uncle one last look and said, "I can say a few more words, but let's just treat him as parting words."
She walked out, leaving me and my eighth uncle alone.
I was a little embarrassed and didn't know where to put my hands.
I've been a little scared to see him since that last incident.
He stretched out his hand and I ducked back.
His hand froze in mid-air, "You hate me, don't you?"
His tone was very sad, and I couldn't bear it.
I said: "You are so kind to me.
Although you are much senior, I always treat you like a royal brother."
"I don't want to just be your elder," he said.
It's no use if you don't want it, no matter who lets you do it.
I'm a little melancholy.
Why can't my eighth uncle, such a smart person, figure it out?
"Then there's nothing we can do."
I spread my hands.
He looked at me hatefully and said I was a white-eyed wolf and heartless.
I didn't even blame him for ignoring his mother's kindness, but he actually dared to scold me.
I got angry and I went out.
I never want to see him again.
When my mother saw me coming out angrily, she didn't ask anything.
She smiled, put the hijab on me, and led me to the sedan chair.
My father and brother prepared a large dowry for me.
I could hear the discussion outside while sitting in the sedan chair.
So lively and festive.
I raised the corners of my mouth slightly, feeling less depressed in my heart.
Even with such a heavy phoenix crown on my head, I still feel as if my body is light and floating, as if I am stepping on clouds, and I feel unsteady.
When I arrived at Liang Mansion, Liang Yu led me down.
His hand is straight and slender, and it looks like it is the hand holding a pen.
I put my hand on it, but it didn't look as good as his.
After stepping over the brazier and worshiping heaven and earth, I sat in my new house, with a circle of ladies and girls beside me talking to me.
Because Liang Yu is older, I am also senior.
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It was quite challenging to watch a circle of people older than me calling me sister, aunt, etc.
Later, when he came, everyone left.
I usually see him wearing official uniforms, and he looks mature and serious.
It was the first time I saw him wearing red today.
He was actually very handsome and it didn't detract from his temperament.
I like him, very much.
My heart beats warmly.
But he said that he knew my situation and married me just to protect me.
He always respected me and would never dare to offend me in the slightest.
Then he made a bow and was about to go out.
I grabbed his robe and wouldn't let him go.
He was a little helpless and a little funny, "Princess, stop making trouble."
I said: "Eighth uncle has ascended the throne, and I am no longer a princess.
Since I married you, I am Mrs.
Liang.
If you don't spend your wedding night in the room, where are you going?"
I feel that what I said is reasonable and convincing.
As a result, he actually wanted to pull my hand off He has the same stinking problem with his eighth uncle.
I refused to let him go.
He pulled it down, and I put my hand on his chest.
Don't get me wrong, I wanted to grab him by the collar and make him come over.
As for why two buttons were undone, don’t ask me, I don’t know.
He was pulled to the bedside by me and refused to move.
His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and he said that I couldn't mess around anymore.
Did I make trouble?
He was obviously the one causing the trouble If he doesn't consummate the marriage with me on our wedding night, he's still reasonable I put my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist.
If anyone opens the door and comes in at this time, they will see the groom standing beside the bed with a red face, and the bride lying on him.
It will be a beautiful scene.
He staggered and fell back.
I fell on the bed with him, playing right into my grasp.
I was the one who made amends with the pamphlet last night.
I went to unbutton his clothes first, but he pulled on his clothes to prevent me from moving.
Humph, then I will explain myself.
He was lying down still restless and struggled to get up.
I sat on his waist to prevent him from moving.
After finally untying the wedding dress, he said anxiously and with a pale face that this would not work.
I was so angry that I threw my wedding dress in his face.
I don’t know where my action stimulated him.
Anyway, after he took the wedding dress away from his face, I felt his eyes changed.
Just like the look in my eyes when my eighth uncle threw me on the bed that day.
I was stunned for a moment, then the world started spinning, and he turned over and pinned me down.
Facts have proved that history is always surprisingly similar.
It's just that the last time I was suppressed by my eighth uncle, I panicked.
This time, I was happy to be suppressed by him.
He was slightly out of breath and asked me if I was serious.
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I felt a little embarrassed by his look, so I gently hooked my legs around his waist.
He pulled open my obscene clothes, revealing the gorgeous bellyband underneath.
My face turned even redder.
The picture embroidered on it was really He stared at the bellyband for a while and laughed softly.
It's not what I want to wear This is a rule.
Do you understand the rules?
He lowered his head and untied his bellyband with his teeth.
I could feel his breath on me, making me tingle.
His hands wandered under my skirt and he pulled off my panties, leaving the skirt on.
He turned me over and bent my legs.
My body was delicate and my bones were weak, so I followed him.
Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep.
I woke up slowly and felt that the sun was already rising.
Fortunately, he no longer has any elders for me to greet him.
He's still sleeping next to me.
Although I was defeated last night, he was obviously not much better.
Thinking of what he said in my ear last night, I was still a little shy.
So serious on weekdays, but in bed Okay, I admit it, although he has all kinds of tricks, it is really me who enjoys it.
I looked at him carefully, and he always frowned, as if he had endless troubles to talk about.
After kissing his forehead, I propped up my sore body and tried to get out of bed, but he pulled me back.
He turned over, put his face on my shoulder, rubbed my neck, and asked me to sleep again.
Is this what it feels like to have your ears and temples rubbed against each other?
I smiled and closed my eyes.
The first time I saw him lying in bed, I liked it I discovered a lot of firsts last night, and I’m sure I’ll discover more in the future.
I thought sweetly and fell asleep again.
Later, I got up and went to see my mother.
She said, "We have left the palace, and it's time to change our words.
A Ling, are you happy?"
I nodded heavily.
Mother looked at Liang Yu and said, "Senior brother, where are you?"
My mother called him Senior Brother I looked at him secretly, and he nodded, "A Ling is a good girl, I like her very much."
I praised him in my heart for his vision.
My mother smiled happily and said, "Then I can rest assured."
I always feel that my mother is leaving me too.
I cried and asked her if she was going to leave me.
She said: "How could it be?
You child, why do you cry so much when you are newly married?
Senior brother, please take her back."
Liang Yu took me away, and I nestled in his arms, crying silently.
He wiped away my tears and reasoned with me: "If your mother feels that living is hard, can you bear to keep her in the world for yourself?"
I shook my head.
He said: "Then don't cry."
I nodded reluctantly.
He kissed my forehead.
I knew he was comforting me.
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He was right, mother had wanted to find father for a long time. if not for me I can't be so ignorant.
When I saw my mother again, I said that I would take good care of myself, and Liang Yu would also take good care of me.
Mother, you don’t have to worry about me anymore.
There were tears in my mother's eyes, but she didn't cry.
She said that her father comforted her when she cried.
But her father was gone and there was no point in crying, so she stopped crying.
Sometimes, crying is also a luxury
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