Chapter six hundred and seventy seventh spring night is short
It turns out that Su Qi is waiting here!
Han Feng naturally had no objection and patted him on the shoulder, his low tone filled with gratitude.
"good!"
Su Qi was already drunk, so she pushed him with a silly smile.
"Go quickly, go quickly, don't let your sister-in-law wait for you..."
"One moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold..."
Han Feng asked the servant to take care of him, then nodded and walked to the new house.
Su Qi looked at his anxious back and felt very envious. He raised his hand and drank all the wine in the glass, muttering in his mouth.
"Wait until next year...I will also get a wife!"
In the bridal chamber.
Zhao Mingzhen had already finished washing. Under Liu Ye's service, she changed into a heavy wedding dress and put on light home clothes, a red silk dress, covered with a layer of gauze, and the neckline was slightly open, revealing a thin section of white hair.
His neck exudes a warm light under the candlelight.
Her long hair was draped behind her back, like a piece of fine satin. Liuye dried her carefully with a cotton handkerchief and applied rose-scented hair oil. Her hair was so black and shiny that it was hard to put it down.
"Madam, it's ready."
Liuye combed her hair into a simple bun, asked her to rinse her mouth, and then left.
Counting the time, my uncle will be back soon. She will be waiting outside, so he will no longer be an eyesore.
"Um."
Zhao Mingzhen was sitting on the bedside, twirling her hair in her hands, and her heart was beating like a deer.
She and Han Feng had known each other for such a long time and were about to have their wedding, so she was really nervous.
There were footsteps outside the door. Zhao Mingzhen stiffened and couldn't help but prick up his ears to listen to what was going on outside.
Han Feng's voice came from outside the door. He was asking the maids to bring some hot water.
The door was pushed open, Zhao Mingzhen was facing inside, and Han Feng could only see the side of her face.
Under the candlelight, her little face was redder than the clothes on her body.
The little lady he longed for finally married home. Han Feng's chest felt hot and he stared at her closely.
"Zhenzhen..."
The man's voice was hoarse and low, with strong affection. Zhao Mingzhen couldn't help but tremble, pinched her stiff fingertips and turned around to look at him.
"You're back."
The young lady had pink cheeks and red lips, and her fair neck was also stained with pink. Han Feng's eyes were straightened when he saw it, and after drinking, his mind felt a little different from his own.
"Well, I'm back."
He walked to the bed and touched her with his toes. Zhao Mingzhen lowered her head and smelled the alcohol on his body. She was about to feel dizzy. Her face, which was already red, was now ripe.
"Then...you take a rest first."
She didn't know how other people spent their wedding nights, but she was so nervous when facing Han Feng that she couldn't even speak. The encouragement she had given her before was completely forgotten.
"good."
Although Su Qi helped him with the drinking, Han Feng also drank a lot. He smelled the alcohol on his body and felt disgusted by it. He rubbed the little lady's head, took out new clothes and went
Back room.
The sound of water came, and Zhao Mingzhen couldn't help but take a deep breath.
She really almost couldn't hold it in anymore. She just met someone now. What will she do in the wedding room later?
Zhao Mingzhen remembered the picture of avoiding the fire she had seen before getting married, biting her lip with shame in her eyes.
Do you have to do those things when you get married? It’s so embarrassing!
Han Feng was very fast, and he came out of the back room in less than a quarter of an hour. He was wearing the same clothes as Zhao Mingzhen, and his hair had not been wiped, and it was still wet behind his back.
Han Feng walked up to her and handed the handkerchief into her hand with a bewitching voice.
"Thank you, madam, for helping me dry my hair."
Zhao Mingzhen took it in a daze and saw the man sitting next to her. He smelled the same as hers, with a faint scent of roses.
The charming fragrance spread between the two of them. Zhao Mingzhen blushed and took his wet hair in her hands, gently wiping it with a handkerchief.
She didn't help anyone wipe their hair, Han Feng was the first one.
This kind of intimacy made her less nervous. Zhao Mingzhen concentrated on wiping her hair, and she didn't know when her delicate hands were held by a man.
"Zhenzhen, it's getting late, let's take a rest."
The man's eyes were red, and his eyes were full of affection. Zhao Mingzhen didn't understand what he meant.
The Spring Night Tent warms the Spring Night, this is their wedding night with flowers and candles.
"good."
She bit her lip, her moist eyes seemed to contain a pool of spring water, and the ends of her eyes were sparkling, easily drawing away the man's soul.
The red curtain was put down, and the moon outside the window seemed to be aware of it, shyly disappearing into the clouds.
The next day.
When Zhao Mingzhen woke up again, it was already three o'clock in the morning. She was pillowed in the man's arm, her face was pressed against his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat was in her ears.
Zhao Mingzhen's face turned red, and the pain in her body reminded her that she was a wife for the first time, and that the person next to her now was her husband-in-law.
Although they had been honest with each other last night, she was still so embarrassed right now that she buried her face in his chest and was too embarrassed to lift it up.
Han Feng had woken up a long time ago and kept looking at her. He couldn't get enough of her.
Seeing the young lady burying her face in his chest and the man laughing happily, Zhao Mingzhen felt that her ears were numb.
"Zhenzhen, morning."
"morning."
Zhao Mingzhen listened to the man's voice and couldn't pretend to be an ostrich anymore. She stuck her head out from his chest, her rosy little face was charming and naive. When she looked at him, her eyes were evasive. She was shy and timid, making people just want to rub her into his arms.
.
And Han Feng thought so and did the same thing.
He tightened his hands, placed them on her waist, and rubbed gently along the soft flesh.
"Does it still hurt?"
The little lady is very delicate, and she kept screaming in pain last night. Thinking of this, his eyes seemed to be splashed with ink, and they were pitch black, as if there were hidden whirlpools that could easily suck people in.
Zhao Mingzhen didn't dare to look any further. His words were so shameful that she didn't know how to reply.
"Um?"
Han Feng didn't seem to notice her shyness and asked her again in her ear. Zhao Mingzhen became angry and stretched out her hand to pinch his chest. Han Feng hissed, took her hand and bit it gently in his mouth.
For a moment.
"pain……"
Before Zhao Mingzhen could cry out in pain, she heard the man hit her with a rake.
She had no strength at all in her hands, and the man's flesh was so hard that her hands hurt even when she twisted it.
But Han Feng seemed to have activated his coquettish skills. He rubbed his furry head on her neck and put her hand close to his chest.
"Zhenzhen, can you rub it for me?"
Under the palm of his hand was his passionate heartbeat. Zhao Mingzhen felt that the palm of her hand was getting hot, and she swallowed the words of rejection in her mouth.
She was held by Han Feng's hand, and the man's eyes were staring at her lips. Zhao Mingzhen turned her head shyly.
"I'm going to serve tea to my brother and sister-in-law today, so let's get up quickly."
She woke up late. Although there were no elders in the Han family, it was not good to oversleep.
However, Han Feng could not let her go. He tightened his arms and pressed the woman under him.
"It doesn't matter, my sister-in-law gave her instructions yesterday, so we won't have to pay her respects today."
