Chapter 468: Wedding Night in the Bridal Chamber [11]
Yi Jian nodded, stretched out his hand, and picked up the pole from the side. His fingers were long and delicate, but they were clearly trembling little by little.
He took a deep breath, his eyes seemed to be looking at the blue sky and white clouds, he slowly raised his hand, and smoothly lifted the hijab, revealing her rosy face.
Zhong Qing breathed a little nervously, and as the red hijab fell to the ground, her originally lowered eyes lifted up little by little.
Her eyes met his exactly.
There is a hot smell in the air, flowing slowly.
The look in Yi Jian's eyes when he looked at her was very pure, with real love.
It is this certain purity that makes the loving heart tighten little by little.
There was a faint hint of apology that flowed out.
Yi Jian waved and everyone in the room retreated. He walked to her side, stretched out his hand, took off her phoenix crown, and pinched the back of her neck lovingly, relieving her pain from being pressed for a day.
Then, the hairpin was removed, and a waterfall of hair was scattered like flowing water. Under the light of the candle, there was a strange luster flowing.
Yi Jian held Zhong Qing's hand, walked to the table, picked up the two glasses of wine that had been prepared, held one for herself, and handed the other to her.
Then, the arms are entwined and the cup is made.
Afterwards, Yi Jian poured two more glasses of wine himself, passed them around his neck, and drank.
After drinking, they all had a faint blush on their faces. Yi Jian went aside in person and took two sets of dresses that had been prepared. The women's clothes were handed to her and the men's clothes were put aside.
Zhongqing held her clothes and wanted to go inside to change, but Yi Jian held her down with one hand and personally took off her clothes and put on a red cheongsam for her.
Then he pressed her in front of the mirror, picked up the number, and carefully combed her flowing long hair strand by strand. Yi Jian didn't know how to comb her hair. Halfway through, Zhong Qing took it over naturally and gave it to herself.
She had a nice hairstyle, a red beaded flower, and put it on.
By the time she finished packing, Yi Jian had also changed her wife's name. She was wearing a black suit with a red shirt underneath.
It seems that he is particularly energetic.
"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? The banquet will be long." Yi Jian pointed to the pastries on the table and expressed his love.
