Chapter 217 The little prince in the world of women 38

When getting married, it is important to walk in the morning and welcome dusk.

According to the rules, Rong Yuan had to sit in the wedding room for a whole day, while Zhu Chu was responsible for welcoming guests outside.

There were some red dates and peanuts sprinkled on the wedding bed, which made it a little uncomfortable to sit on.

Shang Li's fingertips lightly touched the bed sheets and quietly cleaned a flat area so that he could sit down safely.

The wedding room was quiet, only the candles were burning softly, and the red wax oil dripped on the table, and soon solidified into lumps.

The door creaked open, and a waiter came in from the outside, carrying pastries and tea.

The young man sat quietly. Even though his face could not be seen, there was a cold aura surrounding him, making people dare not get close to him easily.

The waiter was startled. He took half a step back, and then said tremblingly: "Your Highness, this is the food prepared by the general for you. If you are hungry, you can fill your stomach first."

Originally there was no such link, but who told the general to be considerate of His Highness the Seventh Prince, so he specially prepared it.

Shangli responded without emotion.

The waiter quickly placed the tea and cakes on the table, then quickly slipped out and closed the door.

No matter how restrained he is, mortals will unconsciously feel awe when they see the Lord God. Shang Li moved his fingers with an indifferent expression.

Under the influence of the gods, this body actually did not need to eat for the time being, but in the end, Shang Li stood up and walked towards the table.

He did not take off the ribbon on his head, but gently lifted a corner with one hand, picked up a small pastry and put it into his mouth.

The sweet and greasy aroma immediately filled the air, and it was Rong Yuan's favorite.

It was indeed a bit too sweet. Shangli frowned slightly, took a sip of tea, and honestly reached out to the next piece of pastry.

The small plate of pastries was finished in a short time.

His hands were empty, Shang Li calmly rolled up his sleeves, then walked back to the bed and sat down.

Finally waited until night fell.

At the wedding between General Su and His Highness the Seventh Prince, no one dared to have a wedding ceremony, so it was Zhu Chu who came back alone.

The door was opened, the night wind blew in, and the faint aroma of wine seemed to be smelling in the nostrils.

When Zhu Chu was in the World of the Gods, he liked to gather with the goddesses to taste wine, and over time he developed a good drinker.

On the basis of copying the original body, the host body will also be built based on her own, so even though she drank a lot of wine during the day, she is still sober, but the corners of her eyes are slightly red.

For the sake of celebration, red silks and satins were hung everywhere in the house, and festive patterns were pasted on the windows. The whole house looked bright red.

On the small table by the bedside were placed the special scales for Hexin wine and Tioxipa. The red candles were put on, and the dancing lights made people feel a little confused.

On Da Hongxi's bed, the young man was sitting there upright, and the pastry plate on the table was empty.

Zhuchu's thinking slowed down for a moment. She walked over slowly, picked up the scale beam, and then gently picked up the Xipa.

The bandana was taken off, revealing the young man's face, with fair and delicate cheeks, beautiful and calm eyebrows, and crimson lips. He raised his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes floated thinly.

This doesn't seem right.

Zhu Chu's brain seemed to be trapped by alcohol, and it took a long time for her to remember the previous dream.

She reached out blankly and poked the boy's fair cheek, tilting her head slightly, wondering: "Shangli?"
Chapter completed!