Entering the house, Luo Changan saw the festive red color filling the room.
Layers of red curtains hang from the roof, and red palace lanterns with fragrant aroma are burning on the palace pillars.
Walking inside, Luo Changan saw a pair of wedding candles burning on the table, and a huge double happiness word was pasted on the wall. Everywhere he looked, there were extremely bright red roses, filled with flowers.
The room, which was originally a cold and hard dragon bed, is like a sea of flowers.
On the left wall, where Luo Changan's childhood portrait originally hung, it has been vacant since the portrait was torn down by the emperor.
When Luo Changan looked over, he saw that the portrait of himself when he was young had been repainted and hung in its original position.
The dragon bed is covered with a wedding quilt, and the tent surround has been changed from the original cold color to a dazzling red.
Luo Changan raised his cheeks, met God Qian Ao's extremely gentle eyes, and said in confusion: "This is..."
"Marriage room."
Luo Changan became nervous without realizing it.
Di Qianao bent over slightly and put his hands under her hips, holding her and placing her on the window edge surrounded by a sea of flowers. His body moved forward slightly, and her legs were forced to be placed on both sides of him. There was an invisible ambiguity.
, he said slowly: "I carefully recalled that the rift in my relationship with my beloved wife started on the wedding night. Because of Murong Jue, I left you on the wedding night, acted out of impulse, went on a war for a year, and treated you with the utmost neglect. Because of Xiao
I tore up the keepsake with my own hands, destroying our thirteen-year relationship. These two affairs were so wasted that we almost lost each other."
Luo Changan lowered his head, the past memories kept surging in his mind, "I don't blame you alone. Every time you get angry, I step on your bottom line first... Of course, I don't do it intentionally, it's just..."
..I stepped on it accidentally...and then stepped on it many, many times...I didn't know how to step on it."
Di Qianao stared at her deeply, with an interesting smile in his eyes.
Luo Changan panicked and said again: "Just... your bottom line is quite easy to tread. It seems that if I just do something, you can... blow it up."
Di Qianao: "Idiot."
"Well, right."
"Chang'an, let's start over from the wedding night," Di Qian'ao said, gently lifting her chin and meeting her with soft eyes. There was no violation, no coercion, only respect, and after years of
The transformation and maturity, "Let me love you well and let me learn to be a qualified husband, okay."
Luo Changan still didn't speak, but there was a sweet smile on his lips, "Well. I also want to learn to be a qualified wife."
"Let's have sex again, okay?" Di Qianao brought his thin lips to her ear, and his cool breath gently touched her ear.
Luo Changan felt a little itchy, gently touched his earlobe with his hand, and whispered: "Are you... happy?"
Di Qianao nodded as if relieved: "Yes."
He clapped his hands gently, and immediately someone from the palace entered the room. The two servants put on their wedding clothes, and helped Luo Changan sit on the dragon bed, and then they all withdrew again.
Luo Changan looked at his wedding dress under the hijab, as if he had returned to the day after he climbed to the top of Phoenix Tower.
Di Qian'ao walked up to his wife with the wedding banquet, his heart was like beating a drum. He was silent for a long time, his palms were sweating a lot, and he didn't have the courage to lift the red hijab.
Luo Changan frowned slightly when he saw him not moving for a long time, "Emperor, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm nervous." Di Qianao chuckled, but said honestly: "On the wedding night, I was only focused on anger and didn't have time to see how beautiful my wife is. Now when I saw how beautiful you were in your wedding dress, I became nervous. My palms were wet.
Sweating."
"Me too. I'm nervous." Luo Changan said, stretching out his delicate hands, "Look, my palms are also sweaty. I was only blaming myself that day, and I really didn't take a closer look at the wedding dress you were wearing.
What does it look like?"
Di Qian'ao put the wedding wedding dress on Luo Changan's hijab, and quickly opened it, revealing her world-famous face. He felt his breath suffocate, "My bride."
Luo Changan's cheeks felt hot, and then he became embarrassed, "What are you going to do next?"
"Have a drink." Di Qianao took two glasses of wine and handed one to Luo Changan.
The two of them awkwardly exchanged drinks. It was a very simple action, but it seemed very uncoordinated because it was the first time they did it. By the time the drinks were handed to their mouths, there was basically not much left. The two of them thought it was fun, so they went out.
Laughed out loud.
After drinking, Di Qianao put the wine cup on the table, calmed his face, put his hands behind Luo Changan's waist, picked her up and placed her on the sandalwood table, and inserted his slender hands from the sides of her legs into her clothes.
Thread, smiled warmly and said: "Let's start with the pain on the sandalwood table."
Luo Changan's heart was beating wildly, "This is not why I came back."
"It's not because of this, but because of your food and sex, my desire for you has never been short of this. If you only have this, you can be with anyone. But I just want to be like this with my beloved wife. Everyone else has no color."
Di Qianao put one hand on her lower back and the other on the back of her head. He kissed her lips with longing for her. She put her hands on his neck and tried to accept each other's bodies with him again.
The swaying red candles, the curtains fluttering in the wind, that night, from the sandalwood table, to the thick and clean carpet, to the dragon bed that holds many memories, they asked for and gave to each other without reservation, going back and forth.
After fourteen years, there is no escaping the fateful union of soul and body.
The next morning, Luo Changan was awakened by the sound of horses neighing outside. She sat up and accidentally glanced at her lower abdomen. She saw that the cinnabar words had been restored, and there was a book beside her pillow. She opened the book and saw that it had become
I painted several frames of her expression, either charming or slightly frowning, all of which were the same as last night. I have to say... the emperor's painting skills are even more exquisite.
Everything has been restored, although there are still scars in her heart, and it still seems to be aching slightly. Fortunately, the rest of her life is very long, and she should also learn to forget and forgive. He has no other fault except loving her too much.
Luo Changan put on his clothes and stood up, and saw Di Jinhe outside the door riding on the back of a small pony. He was saying, "He'er likes this pony very much."
Di Qianao taught him warmly, "When riding a horse, you must hold the reins tightly, look forward, straighten your back, clamp the horse's belly, and lean forward."
Luo Changan looked at the door, his eyes filled with warmth.
When Di Qianao saw that she was awake, he smiled and said, "Why don't you sleep a little longer? It's still early and it's cold in the morning, so I didn't wake you up."
Di Jinhe said cheerfully to his mother: "Mother, the pony my father gave me is a pure Dawan horse."
Luo Changan walked closer and touched the colt that seemed to have just turned one year old. "He'er, the life span of a horse is about thirty years, and it can be up to fifty or sixty years. You and this colt can be partners since childhood.
, grow up together.”
Di Jinfeng also got down from Aunt Mei's arms in the corridor, and came to Luo Changan in an adorable manner. Di Qianao hugged Jinfeng with his lower hand, lifted him up, and made him sit on his neck.
The wind chuckled.
Aunt Mei and Hai Yin looked at the emperor and the two dragon heirs in the corridor. They looked exceptionally harmonious and beautiful under the rising sun. They couldn't help but smile at each other. The palace with the smallest population in history was the warmest scene.
Haiyin said: "It's just not harmonious and beautiful enough. It only needs a little princess."
Aunt Mei smiled and said: "There are more than one or two regrets in life, and I am satisfied with them now. I only hope that they will still be young after thousands of sailings."
Aunt Mei stepped forward and said, "Emperor, Jinfeng just drank too much soup. I'm afraid that you may be caught off guard soon, so it's better to let your servant hold him."
Luo Changan chuckled, "Even if my son is caught off guard, wouldn't it be better if he just changed his clothes?"
Di Qianao also laughed, "Yes, this dress is wet. Ask his mother to make a new one for me."
Luo Changan's eyebrows twitched.
Aunt Mei smiled and took Di Jinfeng over, "Why make new ones? My Majesty has locked all the clothes I made for you in the attic, so I just took them over."
Di Qianao's heart suddenly moved, and he looked at Luo Changan in surprise, "It turns out...it's not burning."
"Then... we can't compete with you in burning things, can we?" Luo Changan smiled slightly and said: "If we compete with each other, you will also burn, my concubine will also burn, and the governor will also burn. How many families do you have?
Even the karma can’t wait to be burned up.”
Di Qian'ao was amused by her words. He pinched the tip of her nose and said, "You can hold your breath. You managed to scare me this time. It whetted my appetite."
From the corner of her eye, Luo Changan caught a glimpse of the three characters "Luo Changan" written in cinnabar and small regular script on the wrist at the end of his palm, which turned out to be her name. She was slightly startled, "Is this?"
"Put your mark on me, and I'll have a master." Di Qianao shrugged, "You won't be able to rely on me from now on."
Luo Changan raised his eyebrows and joked: "If you offend me later, I'll erase the words for you."
Emperor Qianao smiled, "You have learned it. Can you learn something good from me? Isn't it better to learn to ride a horse, hunt, march and fight?"
Luo Changan smiled with his eyebrows crooked, "There needs to be a master to lead you. You see, when I get angry, I will doubt you. Either I will burn something, or I will run away for a year and a half, ha."
Di Qianao's eyes deepened, "I was thinking that adding a few frames of facial expressions last night would make the queen a little more submissive in the booklet, but it doesn't seem like that. Instead, it's getting more intense. I need to add a few more frames tonight."
Luo Changan therefore smiled and said: "I found a washboard behind the bedside table. The emperor hasn't put it to use yet, shouldn't I give you a chance?"
"Luo Chang'an!" Di Qian'ao looked horrified, and grabbed her waist and abdomen, tickling her, "You have been completely controlled by me in this life, it's so annoying!"
""Full of Loyalty"!" Luo Changan laughed out loud, ""What's wrong with Chang'an?"! "Walking on a hanging silk"!"
Di Qianao's face turned red, so he pressed her into his arms and said through gritted teeth, "Wait."
Luo Changan stopped smiling, took something out of his sleeve and stuffed it into Di Qianao's hand, "Here you go."
Di Qianao opened his palm and saw a handkerchief lying quietly in his palm. He couldn't help but move his heart and closed his hands. "The portrait, hair knot, booklet, clothes, and handkerchief were all completed. However, I still have lingering fears. The days ahead are long."
."
"Yes." Luo Changan nodded: "I have lingering fears, but the future is bright."
Haiyin bowed beside Emperor Qianao and asked softly: "More than a dozen palaces in the imperial palace were burned down during the rebellion. Rebuilding them will be time-consuming and labor-intensive. What is the emperor's plan?"
"There is no need to rebuild. Plan to move the capital earlier." Emperor Qian'ao whispered, "Go to the south and take the waterway, use a boat, and I will show the queen around along the way."
"The capital in the south has been fully constructed, but the name of the capital has not yet been decided. How will the emperor decide?" Haiyin asked.
Luo Changan held the reins and led Di Jinhe to walk the horse on the lawn, chatting and laughing with Di Jinhe.
Emperor Qianao said softly: "The new capital city will be called Chang'an City."
Haiyin said hurriedly, "Chang'an City, what a good name. That servant will immediately teach people to put the name of the capital on it."
Long-lasting peace and stability, prosperity and peace.