Morbid pet

Chapter 1 Changle Four Marriages
Changle was married three times, and her three husbands-in-law were killed in succession on the wedding night.

This fourth wedding is still going on with great vigor and vitality.

Take the inside of the platform.The most luxurious Princess Mansion in Chang'an City was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and servants came in and out like a file and were busy in groups.

Changle Feng Guanxia is sitting in front of the dressing table, a bronze mirror in front of her reflects her beautiful figure, red lips and white teeth, and a small red mole at the end of her eyes makes her appearance even more gorgeous and unparalleled.

However, Chang Le's eyes were cold, and there was a subtle disgust when he looked at the happy clothes on his body.

"Your Highness, the auspicious time has come, and it's time for us to set off." Die Shi stood respectfully behind Chang Le, with a sad tone.

Her well-maintained onion fingers like jade are covered with vermilion Danko, and she is bored playing with the red hijab she is about to put on, throwing the hijab up and down, without the joy of a bride, as if waiting for her is an abyss giant mouth.

Hearing this, Chang Le got up slowly, waved away Xi Po and the maidservants who wanted to come forward to help her, and said indifferently: "Don't help me, this is the fourth marriage and I have to go out by myself! Just don't cover your head Now, let’s build it when we get to Lord Xie’s mansion.”

Chang Le sighed silently, and complained: "I don't want to get married anymore, why does the couple have to go to the hall to be considered a marriage? Can't everyone see it right, hold the little hand and sleep together at night to be a marriage? One step It's in place, and it's not bad. Red tape kills me—”

Diancui thought that Changle was worried that she would kill her new husband and become a widow again, so she softly comforted her: "Your Highness, the national teacher said that the governor's order is hard, you will not be a widow again this time."

Chang Le walked in front, and without waiting for the groom who was riding over behind him, she sat in the wedding sedan chair, opened the curtain and said to the two little maids who cared about her: "It's better to be a widow than to marry him."

Xie Zhao came to pick up the bride just in time to hear Chang Le's words, as if a knife had been stabbed in his heart.

Everyone walked in silence along the way, only the terrible sound of suona disturbed Changle.

"Phoenix Zhu and Dragon Flying, the Fifth Generation Qichang. The ceremony is complete!"

After worshiping heaven and earth, Xie Zhao was greeting the royal relatives and high-ranking ministers outside according to the tradition. There were many real smiles on his face today, as if he had really married his sweetheart.

This marriage is nothing more than a joke after dinner. A brutal eunuch and a widow who killed three husbands are ridiculous no matter how you look at them.

It's just that the identities of this pair of Bi people are one to one, the eunuch with power over the government and the princess who is unparalleled in honor and favor, no one dared to talk too much during the banquet.

In the spacious and bright new house, Changle has already taken off the red hijab by himself and is sitting on the bed, counting the stars boredly.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine" Chang Le took a closer look, Xie Zhao was standing at the door with folded arms, looking at herself gently, she was suddenly a little dazed.

There is one thing to say, this eunuch head is really handsome, with a knife-cut outline, like a jade carving, but he has no femininity, only makes people feel amazing, talented, and romantic.

Just, it's a pity.

Chang Le forced a smile on his face, and said coquettishly, "Why don't you call me Ben Gong when you come here?"

"I want to hear His Highness count to nine hundred and ninety-nine." Xie Zhao's voice was very pleasant, like the sound of a piano like a mountain flowing water.

However, no matter how nice the voice of the dead is, it is useless.

Thinking of this, the smile on Chang Le's face gradually became real, and she said shyly: "Master Du, we haven't drunk the Hejin wine yet." Chang Le deliberately turned his head away, not to look at Xie Zhao's expression.

Xie Zhao chuckled lightly, for some reason, Chang Le took a hint of playfulness from his smile, and then frowned.

"Did the princess forget something?"

Chang Le thought he had been exposed, and his expression was a little out of control, "Oh? What?"

Xie Zhao walked two steps forward to her side, and suddenly leaned close to her face, just when Chang Le thought that this person was going to moles her, Xie Zhao lowered his voice in her ear, "Princess, the hijab hasn't been taken off yet. .” After finishing speaking, he pointed to Yu Ruyi on the table.

Chang Le's face turned from blue to red in an instant, she was really dizzy, then she pursed her lips and smiled, waiting for Xie Zhao to cover her head again.

Xie Zhao went to the wedding table and picked up Yu Ruyi, glanced sideways, and saw that the candle next to him was bursting with twin sparks. This was a good sign, a good implication of undoubted love, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

The world of Changle fell into darkness again. The minute Xie Zhao lifted his hijab seemed to be as long as a Jiazi, and he couldn't help saying: "Master, could it be that your hands are shaking?"

As the words fell, a green jade ruyi gently lifted the hijab, but the expected light did not come.

Xie Zhao's smile came to Chang Le's eyes, and without waiting for her reaction, he put one hand on Chang Le's warm nape, and a pair of thin lips bullied him, breaking apart at the touch of a finger.

Rao Changle had married three times, and it was the first time he met such a disciple!

Chang Le lowered his head and smiled, hiding the murderous intent in his eyes, "The governor is much more fun than the dead husbands of my palace, what a wonderful person."

When Xie Zhao heard the 'dead husband' slap his hand, the anger in his eyes almost betrayed him.

He walked slowly to the table and picked up the already poured wine, as if cherishing every moment in this world, he handed the wine glass to Chang Le devoutly, overwhelmed the emotion in his eyes and chuckled: "Princess is a wonderful person, Ah Zhao is ashamed."

Who said no!Chang Le lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, after drinking this glass of wine, let's go on the road with peace of mind!There are already three dead husbands, and Changle doesn't mind killing another one.

Both of them had different colors in their eyes. They sat together with their hands crossed and poured all the wine in each other's hands into their mouths.

A quarter of an hour later.

Xie Zhao felt pain all over his body as if being run over by an elephant, and his heart was beating wildly. Soon his face was covered with thin sweat due to enduring the severe pain.

Seeing Xie Zhao's current appearance, Changle smiled wantonly, "Xie Zhao, you eunuch, are you worthy of meddling in this palace? Tonight is your last night, go at ease, and have a good pregnancy in your next life. Meet Bengong again."

Chang Le got up and smashed the phoenix crown heavily to the ground, there was a moment of pity in his eyes, as if it was a pity that the priceless phoenix crown was ruined like this, and it seemed to be pity that Xie Zhao's beautiful skin would soon be lost.

Xie Zhao suddenly propped up his handsome face, and smiled with all his strength, "Today is the day when you and I are happy, the princess should slap your mouth if what she said is unlucky."

Chang Le walked to Xie Zhao's side, held his face with both hands, looked around, and said with pity: "It's a pity, such a beautiful face."

"The princess loves me dearly, and I don't regret my death."

Chang Le's complexion changed, and she walked back to the bed with her arms on Liu Yao. She was about to lie down with her clothes on and wait for the good show tomorrow morning, and said impatiently, "There are still so many things to say when I'm about to die." replace.

Her body was on fire right now, an unnatural blush appeared on her face, every inch of her joints seemed to be crispy, and her body was covered with dense itches.

Chang Le uncontrollably tore off the cumbersome wedding clothes on her body, and soon revealed the pink skin inside, under the candlelight, the snowy skin was shining with traces of whiteness.

Xie Zhao smiled, endured the severe pain, walked to the edge of the bed and pressed the blushing woman in front of him, rubbing her body back and forth with his big hands.

Chang Le couldn't help exhaling, but his eyes were filled with desire instead.

The madness in Xie Zhao's eyes was even worse, "Your Highness Princess."

Chang Le pulled the clothes on her body and scolded: "It's so hot. It's so hot, Xie Zhao! You. You're a beast!" She pinched her thigh, regained her clarity for a moment, and roared angrily, "What I'm giving you is Beijiang Duanchang Powder! You won’t survive tonight, are you going to give birth to a pervert?! Don’t let me go!”

The monstrous lust hit Xie Zhao like a wave, and he panted heavily and whispered next to Changle's ear: "Death under the peony flower is like a ghost."

All the hairpin rings fell, and the bells rang.

In a daze, Chang Le heard the man call her nickname over and over again with suppressed voice.

However, everyone who knew her nickname was dead.

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