Wen Zhiyu did not listen to what his mother said, or he listened to half of it.
Daye... After Daye succeeds, will he be able to break up Jiang Tingting and Pei Qingran? Will Jiang Tingting be hers, and can she be tortured by him?
Wen Zhiyu nodded.
"Yes, mother, my son knows."
……
Half a month passed by in a flash, and soon the wedding day of Jiang Tingting and Pei Qingran came.
In the past half month, Pei Qingran still visited the palace at night to harass Jiang Tingting.
At first, he would always hide in the dark and subconsciously fight with her. After being taught a lesson by Jiang Tingting, he restrained his habit a little.
Instead of fighting, it just turned into hugs.
Appear suddenly and hug suddenly.
Jiang Tingting was so caught up in his movements that he suddenly missed and punched him several times.
Pei Qingran didn't cry out in pain, but looked at her resentfully, muttering dissatisfaction in a low voice.
The wedding day finally arrived, and the whole country celebrated together. Everywhere in the capital was filled with joy, and a red carpet was laid out from the palace to Pei Qingran's residence.
The sky was full of peach-colored petals, wedding candies and silver coins were sprinkled by the wedding team, and the street was so busy that the people who came later could not squeeze in.
Because the Queen personally welcomed the groom, the Royal Guards lined the streets to protect him.
Jiang Tingting was riding a horse slowly, wearing a red wedding dress, very gorgeous.
Pei Qingran has already dressed up as a servant, put on his wedding clothes, put on a red hijab, and is supporting... No, he doesn't need help.
Pei Qingran actually disliked the cumbersome etiquette of getting married, but when he saw Jiang Tingting coming to pick him up, he suddenly felt that these etiquettes were not intolerable.
Jiang Tingting personally helped Pei Qingran get into the sedan chair, feeling a little excited.
Hey! I didn’t expect that one day she would be able to marry a man. This feeling is a bit novel and inexplicably refreshing.
The teammate who got married soon returned to the palace. Under the witness of all the ministers, Jiang Tingting and Pei Qingshu worshiped heaven and earth and became a couple who stayed together for life.
The bridal chamber flowers and candles sway slightly.
Jiang Tingting drank a little wine and opened the palace door.
Pei Qingshu was still sitting beside the bed calmly, without taking off the red hijab on his head.
Jiang Tingting curled her eyes. She drank a little wine, and there was a slight blush on both sides of her cheeks, which made her even more charming.
He picked up the scale beam on the side and lifted Pei Qingshu's red hijab.
The scar on Pei Qingshu's cheek was covered with a little powder. He sat there tall and tall, and his handsome eyebrows lost their coldness and became more gentle.
Because his skin is white, the warm light shines on his body, as if coated with a layer of warm light, which attracts attention.
"Hey, little thing, call me Wife!" Jiang Tingting looked careless, and the scale lifted Pei Qingshu's chin, smiling brightly.
"..." Pei Qingshu pursed her lips.
"The wife."
"So good." Jiang Tingting laughed out loud.
Then he put down the scale and picked up a glass of wine.
After the two drank a glass of wine, Pei Qingshu looked at Jiang Tingting with hot eyes.
Jiang Tingting yawned and flopped down on the bed.
"Go to sleep, good night."
"?"
Pei Qingshu puffed up his cheeks slightly, wasn't he going to do something on his wedding night? Although he didn't know how to do it, but...but he had seen it before.
He poked the side of Jiang Tingting's cheek dissatisfied.
"Get up."
"Don't make trouble."
Pei Qingshu frowned and stood up.
"Then I'm leaving?"
Jiang Tingting then slowly opened his eyes, not feeling sleepy at all.