minister on skirt

Chapter 406 Zi Tong
The auspicious day is June nineteenth.

Folks seldom hold happy events in this kind of summer, but the emperor's big wedding bears the heavy responsibility of multiplying the emperor's heir, Mian Guozuo, so how can he do it rashly?

Two days before the big wedding, almost the whole Ling family moved to Osmanthus Alley.

Mrs. Ling did her part to assume the role of an elder, Ling Yuan was in charge of external affairs, and Shaoqing Xu Lan and the others were there during the day, and the palace naturally sent people to cooperate, and the whole alley became lively because of this grand event.

Zixiang Yingbi and the others gave Changying the final care before the pavilion.

Everything was fine, except for the sad sight of the old and new scars scattered all over her body in the shower.

There are no particularly large scars, but the largest one is about two or three inches long, and the small ones are about the size of fingernails. After counting them, there are about twenty scars in total.

This is unimaginable for an ordinary girl. Virtue, speech, appearance, and merit are the four important things for a woman to cultivate herself. If she is not beautiful, it is also a shortcoming for herself.

"The emperor will see it tomorrow night, if you mind, what should I do?" Yingbi spoke quickly, saying whatever was on her mind.

Pan Delta is also a little worried.But she worriedly said: "No way, the emperor has a deep affection for the empress, so he shouldn't care about it."

"That's not certain, the emperor is also a man."

Yingbi feels wronged for Changying.

The wounds on her body were all left by fighting against the enemy, and even the most shocking wounds were left by killing wolves in the school field last time.

After all, Yang Su is a man, and he is also a man who has countless opportunities to get more and more beautiful women in the future. If he minds Changying, then, wouldn't Changying be suffocated to death?

Zixiang glanced at Changying, and lightly reprimanded them: "Don't talk nonsense, how can our queen be compared with the woman who serves others with her beauty?"

Having said that, his subordinates couldn't help holding up a strand of hair to cover Chang Ying's shoulders.

Changying looked down at the scars on her body, splashed water on her body, but didn't care about them.

Now that things have come to this point, isn't it too late to worry about these things?
The emperor and queen's wedding regulations are quite cumbersome and complicated.

Changying's side got up at the second watch to worship ancestors and dress up, Yang Su was not idle either, bathing and changing clothes and going through various rituals, the queen had not entered the palace yet, she had already changed three sets of clothes.But he was always serious and serious, without any perfunctory.

At the dawn of time, the guard of honor went to Cheng'en Gong's mansion to greet him, and the beautifully dressed Chang Ying stepped on Fengyu.

The noisy and tense day passed, and finally the night was quiet.

Yang Su strode into the Kunning Palace, and saw that Changying had changed into the homely clothes of the big red ground and was looking at the golden book and gold treasure in his hand.

He walked over and asked, "Does Zi Tong like it?"

Changying blushed slightly, and said with a smile: "The emperor gave it to me, of course I like it. The ministers and concubines are the most precious."

"It's fine if you like it." Yang Su hugged her lightly, and whispered in her ear: "I'm going to change clothes. Just sit still."

Changying watched him go to the side hall, asked Zixiang to put away the treasure book, and then sat in front of the dressing table to remove the bun.

Not long after, Yang Su came back in his middle clothes, and after performing the complicated marriage ceremony, he sat next to her, looked at her in the mirror for a while, stretched out his hand and slightly turned her face, and then kissed her.

The people in the hall have already retreated completely, only the red candles flickering around.

Changying was about to be overwhelmed, Yang Sufang pulled her back, let her go, and then took out two silk scripts covered with jade seals from the side. "Look."

Changying took it over, raised her eyebrows and said, "Marriage letter?"

"You are together, I am together. Since then, we have been inseparable." Yang Su rested his chin on her shoulder.

Changying read it carefully, and found that the two handwritings were the same, and the words of Zhu Jiujiu in them were actually the same as those in Tongzhou.

She pursed her lips and smiled at Yang Su, took the pen and wrote her name on it.

Yang Su wrapped her palms, and the two of them wrote her name neatly on the back of Yang Su.

"Put it away later. We'll sleep in the same hole a hundred years later, so we have to take this with us."

Yang Su put the pen back on the shelf, looked at her and said.

Changying nodded.

Yang Su picked her up and put her on the bed.

The lights and shadows in the tent are floating, very charming.Yang Su pressed close to her, clasped her left hand tightly, and untied her belt with his right hand.

Changying suddenly remembered the scars on her body at this moment, pressed his hand and said, "It's better to turn off the lights."

"It can't be turned off," Yang Su said, "the ceremonial officer won't allow it."

Changying pressed her hand and didn't let go.

Yang Su kissed her forehead, his voice hoarse: "You are so beautiful, why don't you let me see you."

Changying's face was red like blood, but he still didn't let go.

Yang Su looked at her for a while, and didn't force her anymore. She pulled the quilt to cover her, and then let her relax.

This strange feeling is too embarrassing and exciting, Changying tried her best to tense up, and she was glad that he was not a rude and domineering person. Although she was a little nervous after all, his touch still made her feel happy .

However, it hadn't been long before she had this idea, and the muscles on his body gradually became stronger.

Men are really stronger than women by nature. He raised her hands and fixed them on the pillow, his body was like a mountain wrapped around her, followed by his passionate kiss, and his strong waist.

Changying felt pain in her throat, turned her face away, and tried to calm down.

She thinks she has a lot of knowledge, but in this matter, she is really as shallow as a piece of paper.

In the next moment, his face was turned back by him. He smiled happily, stopped, hugged her enthusiastically, and spread his hands wildly around her, like a frivolous boy.

……

Yang Su was like nectar after a long drought, he hugged his long tassel this night, wishing he could rub her directly into his body and never separate again.

But in the end, they were afraid of scaring her, so they cleaned up at her request in the end, and they hugged each other and fell asleep when they returned to the bed.

She must have been very sleepy, she breathed evenly after a while, and quietly nestled in the thin quilt without moving.

Yang Su was preoccupied and couldn't fall asleep. After confirming that she was asleep, he carefully pulled his arm out from under her neck, and unbuttoned her clothes carefully.

The lines under the clothes were incomparably graceful, but on the skin that should have been delicate and smooth, there were many old and new scars of different colors.

Yang Su stared at her for a while, then turned to look at her face and said, "What a silly girl."

Just now she didn't let him see anyway, so he guessed it, but it's not like he didn't know about her scars, there are several scars left here for him, how could he despise her?
Although looking back, it is really a happy thing that she actually cares about his feelings now, but he would rather that her care is on other things, rather than embarrassing for the blood and sweat he has made.

Yang Su contemplated looking at the red candle under the window, then stroked the scar on her shoulder a few times, and then carefully covered her clothes again.

(End of this chapter)