Zhao Yun's affectionate and gentle tone towards Yan Yue'e immediately relieved Yan Yue'e's nervousness and fear.
Yan Yuee looked up at Zhao Yun and thought to herself: "He is my husband, the person I rely on all my life. I want to respect him, love him, and cannot be afraid of him, because he is not an outsider."
With this thought in my mind, a friendly and gentle atmosphere arose.
"Your Majesty, I would like to invite you to have a drink with your Majesty, and we will live happily together forever."
Zhao Yun picked up a cup with one hand and handed one to Yan Yue'e. Yan Yue'e took it and felt a warm current in her heart, thinking: "Your Majesty is so considerate."
The two of them finished drinking and exchanged glasses of wine. Zhao Yun looked at Yan Yue'e, who was blushing, and couldn't help but feel a little eager. Then he looked at the sky and said, "My beloved, it's very late. Let's go to bed early."
The current Zhao Yun is also full of energy, and he is as strong as a tiger in his fledgling life. He feels that he has endless power.
After Yan Yue'e heard this, she immediately remembered the words her mother told her in the room and those erotic pictures. Her face turned red with embarrassment, she lowered her head, not daring to look at Zhao Yun, and wished she could burrow into the ground.
Zhao Yun waved his hand and the maids in the room left one by one. Zhao Yun stood up and put down the bed curtain, then sat next to Yan Yue'e, put his hand on Yan Yue'e's small waist, and wanted to put her in his arms.
Yan Yue'e suddenly panicked, and her nervous body couldn't help but tremble. She looked at Zhao Yun and boldly said: "Your Majesty, slave,, slave, can I sleep alone?"
Zhao Yun is surprised, sleeping alone? What's going on, it's a night of flowers and candles in the wedding room, is there anyone sleeping alone?
If people find out about this, they will laugh to death. And are they laughing at you or me?
Zhao Yun knew that she was nervous, so he said gently: "Don't be nervous, my dear, I ask you, do you like children?"
Yan Yue'e nodded and looked at Zhao Yun with a pair of big innocent eyes, making Zhao Yun feel a little evil.
However, Zhao Yun still decided to help Yan Yue'e overcome the psychological difficulties. Otherwise, Yan Yue'e would have to fear the bridal chamber for the rest of her life.
In line with the principle that helping others is the foundation of happiness, Zhao Yun gently said to Yan Yue'e: "Don't be afraid, my dear, I'm not a monster. Come on, how about I play a little game with you?"
"what game?"
"We each say an idiom, and then the other person has to guess who the idiom is talking about. If he says it right, he will scratch the other person's nose. If he says it wrong, or he can't answer it, he will let the other person scratch his own nose. My dear, you see
how?"
"Well, your Majesty, please speak first."
"Okay, let me tell you first. Who is this story about?"
"King Xuan of Qi."
"Yes, then you can shave my nose."
"Really? Your Majesty, can I really shave your Majesty's nose? Will this be disrespectful to you?"
"If you don't listen to me, that's disrespectful to me. Come on, scratch my nose. Otherwise, when I win you, you won't have to shave, and you will just cry."
At this time, Yan Yue'e was only eighteen years old, and her childlike innocence was still awake. After saying three or two sentences, she was teased by Zhao Yun until she became as anxious as a child, and she quickly scratched Zhao Yun's nose.
Then it was Yan Yue'e's turn to pose the question. Yan Yue'e thought for a while and said, "It's a critical moment. Your Majesty, who do you think the protagonist is talking about?"
Zhao Yun was stunned for a moment. He knew this idiom, but he really couldn't remember who it was talking about.
Yan Yue'e laughed, and happily scratched Zhao Yun's nose again, and then Yan Yue'e continued to ask the question, "Hanging from the beam to stab the buttocks, Your Majesty, who do you think this idiom is about?"
This didn't bother Zhao Yun, so he immediately responded: "This is about Sun Jing and Su Qin. My beloved, it's my turn to scratch your nose."
While talking, Zhao Yun's hand touched Yan Yuee's nose, but instead of scraping it, he took his hand away again, and then said: "I'm here to scrape your nose again."
This happened several times, Yan Yue'e was so amused that she couldn't stop laughing, and the distance between the two suddenly became closer. Yan Yue'e was no longer afraid of Zhao Yun.
They scraped each other's noses and had skin-to-skin contact. It didn't take much effort. During the game, when Zhao Yun once again hugged Yan Yue'e into his arms intentionally or unintentionally, Yan Yue'e no longer resisted.
Then, Zhao Yun slowly came into contact with her, and finally kissed Yan Yuee's lips. The two young minds collided at this moment, sparking sparks.
The two hot bodies slowly embraced each other, entangled themselves, and a ball of fire started burning...
The fire gradually extinguished, and Zhao Yun felt a little tired after feeling refreshed. He felt sleepy, and hugged Yan Yue'e, half asleep and half awake.
Yan Yue'e leaned in Zhao Yun's arms with a happy face, enjoying the tenderness between husband and wife.
At this time, Gao Shi outside saw that the hour had come, and shouted inside: "Your Majesty, the hour has come, it's time to get up and go to Renming Hall."
Zhao Yun did not respond or hear, but Yan Yue'e heard it. She knew that Zhao Yun married three beauties today and could not be separated. She had to go one by one in person, otherwise, wouldn't it mean that the beauties would have to wait?
So Yan Yue'e was a little reluctant to leave, but still whispered in Zhao Yun's ear: "Your Majesty, wake up, it's time to go to Renming Hall."
Zhao Yun slowly opened his eyes, reacted, hugged Yan Yuee tightly apologetically, and said: "My dear concubine, I have three women at the same time, do you think I am not a good husband?"
Yan Yue'e had long been enlightened by her father. She knew that Zhao Yun's identity was the emperor and he was extremely noble. Not to mention having three women, so what if he had three hundred and three thousand?
Moreover, in this era of wealthy families, there are countless wives and concubines. It is not unacceptable for a man to have multiple women.
Yan Yue'e shook her head considerately and replied: "Your Majesty, you are the emperor, and the whole world belongs to you. It is natural to have groups of concubines. Otherwise, how can a few women withstand the blessings given by your Majesty?
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In this era, the emperor's thunder and rain are all blessings. Being good to you is your blessing, and killing you is also your blessing. If your body is not strong, you can't bear this blessing.
Zhao Yun was extremely happy in his heart, "My dear concubine, you are really considerate. I am lucky to have a woman like you."
After receiving Zhao Yun's affirmation, Yan Yuee was extremely excited and felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.
After leaving Renyue Hall, Zhao Yun was walking on the way to Renming Hall. The night wind blew and it was still a bit cold, so Zhao Yun tightened his clothes.
"Gao Shi, sit down for a while and find something to eat."
"Your Majesty, are you hungry?"
"Hey, it's physical work after all. If you don't eat more, your body won't be able to handle it."
"Then please wait a moment, Your Majesty, I will go and prepare now."
Gao Shi heard what Zhao Yun said and hurriedly went to prepare food for Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun sat down in a pavilion next to him, and several small Huangmen and palace maids stood beside him to serve him.