Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 775 Prepared for the wedding night

Mo Xiaowan swung his small fist and hit his chest one after another.

"Bad guy, why are you being so nice to me?"

"fool!"

He bent down and continued to kiss her tears, with a hoarse and low voice: "This king owed you in the last life. Well, remember to pay me back in the next life."

"Debt collector!"

Mo Xiaowan burst into laughter.

Only then did he gently pull her into his arms again, coaxing her warmly.

"Hey, take a nap and sweat again, and you'll feel better soon."

A few days, as long as a lifetime, but also very short.

Mo Xiaowan's body was wind-cold, and after the fever subsided, he insisted that his body was sore and weak. He didn't give Qin Xuanyan a chance at all, and completely dominated Xuanyuanchen.

When she was lying down with back pain, she got up and hung on him like an octopus.

Xuanyuanchen put on a batch of official documents, and put his arms around her with the other hand.

Mo Xiaowan was too tired for him, but whenever she was so clingy, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

When it was early in the morning on the wedding day, Mo Xiaowan, who had recuperated for a few days, was alive and well.

On this day, the entire Eight Princes' Mansion was boiling.

Uncle Lu came to Xuanyuanchen early in the morning, wondering what he was discussing about the wedding.

As soon as they left, Qing Dai squeezed in with a bag of clothes.

"Xiaowan, Aunt Su has been working on the paper patterns you drew for a few days, and she finally finished her embroidery."

Qing Dai shook the cloth bag, took out a weird shirt, and murmured puzzledly: "Can this kind of shirt be worn out to meet people? Look at it, the neckline is so open, it's hard to put on the collarbone." It's showing up, and the front can't be covered. There is also the skirt below, which is no different from not wearing it. It is simply a refusal to welcome. The skirt is still tilted up, getting shorter and shorter, and the long legs can reveal..."

The more she said, the more disgusted her expression became.

I don't understand, why are you preparing this shirt for the wedding?
"Eat radishes and worry about nothing."

Mo Xiaowan snatched the blouse from Qing Dai's hand, gestured on her upper body, and was very satisfied. Su Gu's hands are really skillful. This Latin dance dress can reveal the most perfect part of her body without a doubt. At night, let her make a complete counterattack.

Haha, with this magic weapon, it is guaranteed to make my uncle's nose bleed.

Mo Xiaowan recalled the intoxicating scene in his head, and said tenderly: "Silly baby, you wear it for the wedding night, and you don't go out to meet people."

Qing Dai's eyes widened at first, and then she tightly covered her eyes.

Just listening to it, she was already blushing.

what?
The little bowl should be dressed like that, for the prince to see, ahem!
"When I didn't say anything."

Qingdai wanted to run away, but Mo Xiaowan grabbed her.

Because Yafeng Court has always been a forbidden area of ​​the palace, in order to arrange this marriage, the bridal chamber was chosen to be the Molan Court before Concubine Cheng.

Mo Xiaowan originally wanted Qingdai to tuck this shirt over there.

But after thinking about it, I always feel that Yafengyuan is the real home for her and his uncle.

Although the bridal chamber was arranged there for the purpose of watching the ceremony, she still had to go back to Yafeng Garden to sleep.

So I pressed the cloth bag under the pillow, and then rushed to the bridal chamber together with Qingdai.

Mo Xiaowan always felt that this marriage was the same as the last wedding ceremony. Xuanyuanchen let Uncle Lu arrange it very well. As a bride, she was the most beautiful bride in the Eight Princes' Mansion except for makeup and changing clothes. Leisurely people.

(End of this chapter)