Feng Jin walked over and looked at Ling Yao with bright eyes.

For some reason, Ling Yao felt uncomfortable looking at him, her heart beat faster, and her face became increasingly hot.

Feng Jinxing stared at her for a while and saw that her face was already red, even her neck was red.

He couldn't help but laugh softly, hugged Ling Yao, and said in a very flirtatious voice: "Madam, the spring night is too short, please settle it down!"

Ling Yao's face was red and she was about to hit him, but she felt a heavy shadow in front of her eyes. Her whole body was wrapped in his arms, and she fell back and rolled on the bed.

Ling Yao knew what was going to happen next. She felt her heart beating like a drum and her body temperature rising sharply.

Feng Jinxing's big hands had already reached into her lapel without politeness.

Ling Yao was so frightened that she screamed, "No! The lights haven't been turned off yet!"

The man whispered in her ear: "On the wedding night, the dragon and phoenix candles have to be lit all night."

Ling Yao was almost unconscious, but she would never admit it. She was nervous and scared at this time.

After she gave in half a push, Feng Jinxing quickly removed all the obstacles.

Ling Yao tried her best to cover her body with the quilt, but Feng Jinxing's eyes were filled with heat and she pressed forward.

The bright red bed curtain fell, and the red candle swayed gently.

After a while, Ling Yao's laughter came from the tent: "Haha! You are so panic-stricken that no one can teach you about newlyweds?"

"Shut up! Those pictures are too blurry and can't be seen clearly at all!" Feng Jinxing felt despised by Ling Yao.

After another round of rustling, I finally found the right way.

"Ah! Be gentle..." Ling Yao felt a stinging pain coming over her, and hissed: "It hurts..."

Feng Jinxing's slender fingers gently stroked her delicate back, and in a low voice with a hint of hoarseness, he comforted: "It'll be fine in a moment!"

After he finished speaking, the bed curtain began to shake violently.

The red candles are swaying and singing softly, and the room is full of spring light!

I don't know how much time passed, but a whimpering voice sounded from the bed tent, trying to negotiate: "It's almost done today, how about we just stop here today! Don't we have to get up early to go to the palace tomorrow to express gratitude?"

A lazy voice said: "I beg my husband, I will let you go today."

"Uncle Feng, please..., ah! Why are you here again? You don't keep your words!"

"You should call me husband at this time!"

"You are unreasonable!"

In the red candlelight, there was a burst of muffled laughter as a man succeeded in his conspiracy.

Feng Jin has been practicing vegetarianism for more than thirty years and eats meat every day. How could he not bear to eat everything at once?

Ling Yao didn't know how long she had been tortured by Feng Jinxing that night. The swelling and pain at the beginning slowly subsided, and she actually experienced an ecstasy under his guidance that was so addictive that it was hard to stop.

In the end, I didn’t even know how I fell asleep.

…

A sumptuous banquet was also held in the palace to entertain the clan relatives and officials who came to marry Ling Yao.

Dongming Ziyu was in a low mood. He didn't eat much, but drank a lot of wine.

After the banquet was over, Shangguan Ruoli had someone cook ginseng soup and prepare some snacks that Dongming Ziyu liked.

"Are you sober?" Shangguan Ruoli said with a smile. He put the ginseng soup and snacks on the table and sat down at the table. "I prepared ginseng soup and snacks for you. Do you want some?"

At this time, besides matching his pretense of calmness and depth, what else could she do?

"Yeah." Dongming Ziyu came over, sat down next to her, opened his mouth and bit the snack she brought to her mouth.

"How does it taste?" Shangguan Ruoli fed him chicken soup.

"Hmm." Dongming Ziyu obviously didn't have much appetite, but Shangguan Ruoli even fed him, and he was very considerate of her and opened his mouth to drink.

After feeding him a bowl of ginseng soup, Shangguan Ruoli took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

Dongming Ziyu suddenly said: "We will not have children in the future, especially not daughters."

Shangguan Ruoli: "..."

Just when she didn't know what to say, she heard Dongming Ziyu continue: "Only now do I understand why the world values ​​boys over girls."

"Why?" Shangguan Ruoli was surprised. Dongming Ziyu had always loved Ling Yao and Ling Yu, but he was not a patriarchal person.

Dongming Ziyu complained bitterly: "Marrying a girl is like cutting off flesh, it hurts."

Shangguan Ruoli couldn't laugh or cry.

However, if he can say it calmly, he probably won't get sick.

Shangguan Ruoli said helplessly: "Then you still have to cut your flesh."

Dongming Ziyu gritted his teeth and said, "Ling Yu can't marry so early. We have to wait until after she is eighteen."

Shangguan Ruoli said with a smile: "Young women are not allowed to stay in college, you haven't understood it yet?"

At the beginning, they planned that Ling Yao would not be able to get married until she was at least eighteen years old, but things did not turn out as they wanted.

Dongming Ziyu felt disappointed when he thought about it, and said, "Life flies by so fast. In the blink of an eye, Ling Yao is already married. Is Gu Gu getting old?"

Shangguan Ruoli looked at him and said, "You said that Feng Jinxing, who is two years younger than you, is an old boy. Do you think you are old?"

But when the words came to his lips, he said: "A man has forty-one flowers. You have just turned thirty-five and they are still in bud. You are as beautiful as before and more attractive than before."

Dongming Ziyu was very happy and said: "I am getting old soon. In a few years, Jingyu, Jingxi and Jingyang will also get married."

However, his hand had no intention of obeying the old man at all, and he put his hand into Shangguan Ruoli's clothes.

We can no longer talk about our children, otherwise Dongming Ziyu, the daughter-in-law, might be brought to tears by her words again. Shangguan Ruoli held down his hand and could only talk about business.

"My daughter's wedding has been completed, should we go back to Yuancheng?"

She herself doesn't like to cry, but in Dongming Ziyu's case, her tears are always an indestructible weapon.

Dongming Ziyu was an iron-blooded man. Except for her and his children, Shangguan Ruoli had never seen tears in his eyes.

So when Dongming Ziyu had tears in his eyes, she felt particularly distressed and felt sour in her heart.

Dongming Ziyu thought for a while and said, "Gu Xiang will take you and Ling Yu to the Western Regions and Beiling to visit Rakshasa. Those brats are gone, and we parents can't lag behind."

In the past few years, they have visited all the islands in the southern part of Da Ming, the coastal areas, and Malay Island, but they have never been to the west or the north.

Shangguan Ruoli really wanted to travel around, "However, this time we will bring more secret guards. The guards will all wear plain clothes and follow around in batches. Don't be so mighty."

When you go to a place, local officials will arrange accommodation and welcome you away. It is indeed good and saves money, but it is always inconvenient and disturbs the people.

Dongming Ziyu understood what she meant and said, "Okay, then we will disguise ourselves as a caravan and walk around. In addition, send a group of people pretending to be us back to Yuancheng."

What he didn't say was that he wanted to investigate the situation in Xirong and Beiling, secretly make friends with some local forces, and lay a solid foundation for Jing Yu to unify Canglan Continent in the future.
Chapter completed!