Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 1

"Congratulations, my lord, congratulations to my lord."

"My lord, the bride is here, I respectfully invite my lord to kick the sedan chair."

There was unconcealable joy in the matchmaker's voice.

Compared with the smiling matchmaker, the groom in front of her was much more serious.

Today is Murong Li's big day, so he is naturally wearing a festive red robe.

However, this passionate and warm color did not soften the harsh and violent aura on his body.

The stalwart figure, the tight jaw, the tight thin lips, the sharp eyes staring at the sedan chair, and the golden mask covering most of his face, always flaunt danger signals.

This person is like a ferocious beast. Although he retracted his sharp claws at this moment, the danger is still there.

Not only the bridegroom officer, but even the officials standing in front of the mansion, the expressions on their faces were not relaxed.

Although there was a congratulatory smile on his face, but behind that smile, there was clearly a bit of uneasiness hidden.

All of them knew that none of the four concubines that Prince Gong married could make it to the hall.

The one with the longest life burped after taking two steps after getting off the sedan chair.

Prince Gong's wedding was overjoyed, and four times in a row, red things turned into white things.

And every time Prince Gong failed to marry a wife, they would suffer at least half a month of bad luck.

Looking at the person in front of them who was wrapped in a murderous aura, they only hoped that this time, the life of the newly married Princess Gong would be longer.

Anyway, I have to make it through tonight, so that Prince Gong can have a taste of a woman.

"Boom!"

Seeing Murong Li walking down the stone steps steadily and symbolically kicking towards the sedan door, the officials unconsciously held their breath.

Seeing the matchmaker talking and helping the bride down from the sedan chair, the officials couldn't help but lift up their hearts, feeling rejoiced in their hearts.

Fortunately, it is still alive!
After the matchmaker helped the bride across the brazier, put the bride on Murong Li's back, and finally Murong Li and the bride finished worshiping, the officials finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This is all right, at least I survived the worship.

The new concubine looks lucky, and she must be able to survive the bridal chamber.

With such thoughts in mind, the officials ate and drank with their stomachs open for the first time at Prince Gong's wedding banquet, and did not leave until nightfall.

The courtyard is deep and winding paths lead to seclusion.

Deep in the backyard of Prince Gong's Mansion, Murong Li, who was smelling of alcohol, retreated from his entourage, and came to the door of the new house alone.

"Congratulations to the prince on his wedding, and wish the prince and concubine a happy marriage for a hundred years and an early baby."

"Well, you all go down."

"Yes, the slaves retire."

When the maid walked away, Murong Li took a deep breath before pushing open the door of the new room.

Seeing the new princess sitting upright on the wedding bed, a light flashed in the depths of those dark eagle eyes.

After closing the door, he came to the bed step by step, his steps were steady and slow, as if he was afraid that if he walked too fast, he would startle the person on the bed.

What he didn't know was that every time he took a step closer, the light in his eyes deepened with the quiet book covered with a hijab...

Finally, he stopped by the bed.

The quiet book on the bed, with both hands tightly grasping the hem of the clothes on his knees, looking very nervous.

The new house was very quiet, only the sound of the breathing of the two of them and the sound of burning candles.

Shen Jingshu stared at the black satin embroidered gold boots in her field of vision, and the depths of her phoenix eyes were full of light.

What is this guy doing?
Why don't you say anything?
Could it be that she is not the Shen Miaozhu in his picture?
It shouldn't be.

She is very similar to Shen Miaozhu in appearance and figure, not to mention she is still wearing a hijab at the moment.

Could it be that this person has binocular vision?
"My lord, I will treat you well."

Suddenly, Murong spoke sharply, his voice was as hoarse as the sound of a cello floating in the night.

Shen Jingshu's chest jumped, a little surprised that Murong Li's voice was so nice.

Thinking of the situation at this time, she nodded shyly.

The field of vision gradually brightened, and the hijab on her head was lifted.

She raised her head timidly, wanting to see what her cheap husband looked like.

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