Even though Qingcang was full of melancholy, he didn't show it at all on his face. He was still chatting and laughing happily with the guests from all over, his eyebrows were dancing and he was beaming with joy.
Even those who wanted to watch the fun couldn't see anything strange about him and could only leave disappointed.
The guests gradually dispersed, and Liu Jiyuan was the last one to leave. He hesitated to speak, but said nothing. He glanced in the direction of the inner courtyard and left in a daze.
Mr. Mo was forced to leave by the servants who brought him, otherwise he would not have left.
After everyone had left, Qing Cang put away the smile on his face and issued a long list of orders with a sinister expression.
One by one, the subordinates took the order and left.
Qingcang was sitting in Yinshuang Courtyard, looking at the Lingxiao Tower opposite, his eyes dimmed. Are you really unwilling to forgive me? Do you want to punish him in this way?
The red gauze lanterns around him were not taken down, it was still very festive, but he felt extremely lonely in his heart. Without her company, the world was so lonely, and the loneliness made him shiver all over.
It's really strange, how did he spend the first twenty years or so? Without her appearance, he lived a very good life, he was proud, dominating, and controlling everything, as if he had no regrets. But she appeared, making him unable to control himself.
The longing, the longing for a relationship of mutual dependence and fusion of flesh and blood. Suddenly a word came to mind:
If you don’t know lovesickness in your life, you will be lovesick, and it will harm lovesickness.
The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the energy is like a gossamer thread
A wisp of lingering fragrance is here, I hope the wealthy wanderer will do it
When will the syndrome come?
When the lamp is half dim, when the moon is half bright
Tianyou's voice sounded outside, "Your Majesty, she is here."
Qingcang frowned and said in a cold voice, "Let her in."
Wan'er looked absolutely beautiful. She walked in gently wearing a thin gauze skirt, revealing her breasts. She applied powder, knelt down and saluted, and called out sweetly, "Your Majesty."
But her heart was full of joy. What did the prince call her here on the wedding night? What did it mean? Could it be that he wanted her to sleep with him? When he thought of this, a happy smile quickly flashed in his eyes. If this was true, the face of the princess tomorrow would be
I don’t know where to put it? How can she have the qualifications to put the family record in front of her? She is a big joke, someone who can be laughed at by everyone.
When she thought of this, she felt happy and happy.
Tang Qingcang stared at her quietly and did not scream.
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