There are only three days left before the wedding day of the princess of Beili Kingdom and the little prince of the prairie...
It's night, the moon and stars are sparse.
Ruomian came out of Jiang Tingting's dormitory with a washbasin in hand. As soon as he reached the corner, someone covered his mouth and held him in a dark place.
Ruomian's pupils contracted and the water in the basin gradually came out. Before he could make a sound, he heard a familiar voice:
"Miss Ruomian, you are fine."
The person in front of me is dressed in black and has a mask on his face. He is the secret guard of National Preceptor Lu Yunyuan: Mu Min.
Ruomian slowly relaxed from the panic, took a breath, looked at Mu Min, his eyebrows furrowed, and his tone was not very good.
"Mu Anwei, what are you doing?"
"The master wants to see the girl."
Ruomian felt strange when he heard this. What would Lu Yun want to see her do?
"Girl, there is no need to be afraid. The master just wants to ask how the princess is doing during her time in the grassland."
Ruomian thought for a while and then followed Mu Min.
……
In the bedroom
The candlelight was bright, Jiang Tingting was lying on her side on the soft couch, and Feng Limo was sitting at the red table opposite her, holding his face with one hand, and holding a storybook in the other hand to read to Jiang Tingting.
"On the wedding night, the bridal chamber is decorated with flowers and candles, pearls and sweat, hair is messy and green. Spring thoughts..."
Feng Limo frowned and choked when he thought about this. Then he seemed to see something unbelievable, his pupils widened, and his cheeks turned red all the way to the root of his neck...
I closed the storybook with a snap!
No, Cui Yehong is sick!
He said that the good thing he gave him was a colorful storybook??!
Feng Limo took a deep breath.
Thinking of that bastard's expression when he mysteriously handed him a red package and told him to look at it at night, I ground my back molars...
So those four or five books are...indescribable?
That terrible thing.
The key is that he also plans to read this kind of thing to the sick girl to coax her to sleep.
Feng Limo glanced at the girl on the soft couch with a slightly guilty look.
Jiang Tingting was looking at him with her head tilted, a smile appearing in her peach blossom eyes.
"Why don't you read it anymore?"
"Ah... that! I think this story is just average! Let me give you a juggling act!"
Feng Limo didn't know what he was talking about. He couldn't lie at all. He didn't know how confused his expression was now. He was telling others straightforwardly: I'm lying to you. You can believe it.
Come on!
"..."
When Jiang Tingting saw the young man's expression, he sat up and became playful. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his face looked innocent, simple and studious.
"On the wedding night, the bridal chamber is decorated with flowers and candles, pearls and sweat, and hair is messy and green? What does this mean? Can you explain it to me, little prince?"
"This..." Feng Limo coughed lightly, and turned his eyes away unnaturally, not daring to look directly at Jiang Ting. The blush on the tips of his ears could not dissipate for a long time, and he made a small sound after a while.
"That's what it means!"
Jiang Tingting grinned, revealing his white teeth, and his smile was really dazzling, with teasing hidden in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
Feng Limo felt his heartbeat speeding up. He looked at Jiang Tingting with some irritation. When he saw her smiling, he instantly knew that he was being teased.
This girl clearly knew what he meant and deliberately played tricks on him.
Feng Limo gritted his teeth slightly, feeling ashamed and angry.
"You'll know in three days!"
Jiang Tingting burst out laughing.
Feng Limo glared at Jiang Tingting angrily and turned away. When he glanced at the fiery red bridal gown hanging over there, the light in his eyes seemed to slowly turn into a puddle of softness... She will be his soon.
He was still a little hesitant before, but as the marriage approaches, he seems to be getting more and more impatient...