In the room, Song Qingyue first helped Li Zhao take off the gold hairpin and net scarf and loosen his scalp.

Li Zhao frowned slightly when someone disturbed his dream.

His face seemed to have matured a lot in the past two years, and his sharp eyebrows were like a sharp sword. The cold light burst out, and the light became brighter, making people more and more afraid to look at him.

She held the handkerchief in her hand, but she couldn't help but use her fingers to carefully trace his eyebrows.

Li Zhao's brows gradually relaxed, he followed her hand, put his face against her palm, and rubbed it lightly. The stubble made her palm itch.

Li Zhao, who was asleep, was not as sharp as when he was awake. His ink-like hair lay softly on his face, and he actually looked very well-behaved in the soft and dim candlelight. He did not have that overwhelming aura, nor was he that flattering.

Tired of being arrogant.

The lamp on the table clicked and a candle flower exploded.

Her heart skipped a beat. This man was hers and hers alone, Song Qingyue thought unhappily.

By some strange coincidence, Song Qingyue leaned down and kissed him on the corner of his lips.

Opening his eyes, he found that Li Zhao was awake.

His dark eyes reflected the flickering candlelight as he stared at her blankly.

Song Qingyue retreated and straightened up in embarrassment. He grabbed her by the wrist, and his palms were as hot as a soldering iron, sticking to her skin.

"Yue'er." His voice was a little hoarse. He was still in a drunken stupor. He probably remembered that he was drunk, so he whispered: "You are here...am I dreaming?"

"I'll bring you some sobering soup." Song Qingyue said with a low face.

Before she could take a step forward, she was pulled over by someone, spinning around and falling into a warm embrace. She struggled to remember, but he turned her face to face her. The smell of alcohol hit her face, making Song Qingyue hide away.

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"It's not a dream." This sigh sounded a bit lucky, "Madam, what were you doing just now?"

Song Qingyue was so frightened that she didn't even know what was wrong with her just now. When she saw him sleeping and acting obediently, she...

"What to do! What can I do? Your Highness's noble body cannot be touched?" She said fiercely with a fierce expression.

Li Zhao chuckled, his voice was low and sexy, and particularly smooth, "It's OK, Yue'er, you can bring it to your door yourself. There's no reason why I shouldn't use it as a husband."

He buried his face in her hair, took a deep breath as if fascinated, and said, "Yue'er, I've been thinking all day long, if only you were as happy as you are today when you marry me."

Song Qingyue's struggling movements froze, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

He kissed her delicate neck, and between his breaths, he asked in a low and hoarse voice: "Yue'er, do you love me?"

Song Qingyue opened her mouth and tried several times, but could not express the soreness in her heart.

When Li Zhao saw that she was silent, he kissed her harder.

Song Qingyue was forced to cry again by him. She endured it again and again, and asked in a low voice: "What if... if I had asked my father to come to His Highness to break off the engagement when I was seriously ill, or if it was my eldest sister who came here instead."

Will Your Highness agree to marry you?"

Li Zhao's face twisted for a moment, he tightened his arms and squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "No!"

He held her waist with one hand, held her face with the other, and kissed her on the mouth. After lingering for a long time, he let go of her and asked: "Do you hate me, madam? Do you hate me for forcing you to marry me?"

Song Qingyue shook her head and buried her head in his arms to prevent him from seeing her expression.

Li Zhao hugged her tightly with his arms and asked softly: "Yue'er, are you still angry at your husband?"

"I'm angry!" Song Qingyue lay in his arms and said dullly.

"Forgive me, okay?" He took a few deep breaths and slowly opened his mouth again, his voice was very small and trembling: "Please, Yue'er, please, forgive me."

"No! I don't want to forgive you!" Song Qingyue suddenly shouted, straightened up and glared at Li Zhao fiercely, and then her tears welled up and fell on Li Zhao's hand, "I'm really angry to death.

Oh, you bad person! You are good and bad, Li Zhao, you are really good and bad! You just know how to bully me, you bully me! Wow, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

She spoke with both anger and tenderness, and ended up sobbing and crying. Li Zhao's heart was made sour and soft by her, and she always found a way to make him unable to do anything to her.

"When you were trying to run away from your marriage and messed up the wedding, I didn't expose it so gently. Can't you forgive me this time?" He asked while kissing her cheek, his tone full of grievances. "

Because of you, I have never touched anyone else!"

Song Qingyue sniffed, thinking about the incident of escaping from marriage, she did feel a little guilty, but this was not the reason for him to vent his anger on herself!

One yard owned by a yard!

She raised her teary eyes and looked at him, but her heart softened unconsciously. She turned her back, took a deep breath, and warned herself that she couldn't let him go so easily!

She lowered her eyelashes and said slowly: "Yue'er doesn't want to leave my husband either. I don't want to leave, I want to stay by your side. But why do you always hurt me? I really just want to be alone for a day, Your Highness

Why are you so angry and can't even hear what I say?"

"I..." Li Zhao pursed his thin lips slightly, and his dark eyes darkened.

Because he was drunk, his head still hurt. He hugged Song Qingyue very tightly, buried his face in the crook of her neck, shook his head and said dullly: "I don't know, I don't know why... I always feel that you are not enough.

Love me, don't want to stay with me, want to run away. Yue'er, I, whenever I think of you wanting to go to the mountains to be a queen, changing men every night, I, I... can't calm down! Even if...

Even if you have the slightest hint of this, my husband will want to stamp it out!"

What is this?

Song Qingyue had completely forgotten the bitter feelings she had written about in Xianyuezhuang before she got married.

But she didn't have the energy to be angry with him now. Li Zhao kissed her cheeks, ears, and neck provocatively, and his stubble rubbed against her tender skin, causing a shiver.

Song Qingyue struggled to push him away, but he held her tighter and tighter, shouting "wife", "baby" and "love".

Feeling his hands tugging at the ties on her clothes, Song Qingyue closed her eyes tightly in resignation.

The person behind him suddenly stopped, sighed, and muttered with some regret: "The times are not right, I can't ask you to take medicine this month." He put his arms around her body, touched her hand, and inserted his fingers.

Between her fingers, he held hers, kissed her hair and murmured: "Yue'er, I love you for my husband, I love you."

Then he fell asleep.

Song Qingyue couldn't get out of his arms for a long time, so she could only endure the unpleasant smell of alcohol and fall asleep.

The two of them woke up in the middle of the night. Song Qingyue was so drunk that she couldn't stand it anymore, and Li Zhao was kicked awake by Song Qingyue who couldn't bear it anymore.

In order to continue to lie on the same couch with his wife, he drank two large bowls of hangover soup and took a bath. But even this could not cover the smell of alcohol all over his body. Song Qingyue was so glued to him that he almost didn't sleep all night.

She was so angry that she punched and kicked her, but someone was not only thick-skinned, but also very rough-skinned, and was indifferent to her threats of force as if she were joking.

Early the next morning, the new wife wanted to serve tea.

When Song Qingyue was woken up by Aunt Bai, she seemed to have just fallen asleep for a few seconds. She felt so dizzy and dizzy!

She pinched Li Zhao who was next to her hard. Li Zhao frowned because of her pinch. He opened his eyes, turned around and saw Song Qingyue's angry face. He breathed a sigh of relief, hugged her and asked, "It's so good. Who's messing with you again?"

Already?"

"It's you Li Dalang! It's all your fault! I'm so sleepy! You bullied me again, bastard!"

Song Qingyue kicked Li Zhao twice before getting out of bed to freshen up.

When the servants saw His Royal Highness being pinched and kicked by the Imperial Concubine, they were too frightened to say anything for fear that the two of them would quarrel again, but the Imperial Prince actually looked at the Imperial Concubine's back and sat on the bed, nodding and laughing.

Seeing that His Highness the Crown Prince's mood had improved, Lin Wanfu took advantage of Li Zhao to wash up alone in the clean room to tell the truth about Yuqin last night.

Li Zhao shook off the water on his hand, took the cotton handkerchief, wiped the water droplets on his face, and said coldly: "Get rid of it, it will be a disaster to keep this temper. The other few people have also been sent away, and they will not be kept in the front hall in the future.

Maid."

Lin Wanfu said yes and then left expressionlessly.

Li Zhao was dressed up and saw that Song Qingyue had already put her hair up. He waved Aunt Bai away and stood behind Song Qingyue to help her.

His daughter-in-law is beautiful and looks good no matter how she dresses, and he enjoys this.

"Let's look at this set. It's expensive, solemn and won't overwhelm the guest." He pointed to a set of lavender Dongzhu beaded flower headbands.

Song Qingyue nodded and agreed.

I have to admit that Li Zhao's aesthetics are really good. The hairstyle he chose for her is simple and elegant without losing nobility and dignity.

The bride will definitely wear a bright red dress on the first day, and gold-encrusted rubies or red coral hair and hair are also the choices of most aristocratic brides, which are festive and gorgeous.

So Song Qingyue chose a long aqua dress that showed off large white magnolia flowers, paired with a pair of magnolia necklaces made of pearls, sapphires and shell sequins, and lake blue pearl embroidered shoes with hanging earrings.

A pair of blue cat eye earrings.

From the head to the clothes, the whole thing is in cool colors so that it won’t steal the spotlight from the bride.

The eyebrows were drawn to be slender and curved, the corners of the eyes were slightly pressed down, and a little pink rouge was used to smudge the ends of the eyes. The lips were really full, the pink face was full of spring, and the beautiful eyes were flowing and shining with hope.

After putting on makeup, her whole person seemed to have changed aura. She was so charming and so beautiful that Li Zhao couldn't help but look straight at her every day, and his mind was swayed by it.

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Song Qingyue turned around and saw his eyes as if on fire, staring at her blankly. Her face felt hot, she lowered her head and said fiercely: "What are you looking at!"

Li Zhao came back to his senses, took a breath, picked up the cold overnight tea on the table, drank it all in one gulp, lowered his eyes, and saw that the mark on the back of her neck had turned into light red, and then he leaned over and placed a hand on it.

He took another hard sip.

Song Qingyue's fair little face turned red like a begonia in an instant.

He gently rubbed her neck with his chin, lowering his eyes to admire her shiny red ears.
To be continued...