Demon King Lingzhihuang is the best in the world

Chapter 110 Intoxicated
Zhao Tianjiang's originally bright smiling face was instantly covered with gloom, but towards Erdong, he couldn't keep his composure. Even Yuan Bairong had never disgusted him so much.

But the Moon Emperor was present, so he couldn't get angry, he just drank his glass with a sullen face, turned and walked away.

Yue Moli's eyes couldn't leave her face, especially at this time, after drinking for three rounds, he was slightly drunk, the girl in front of him seemed to be wearing a red wedding dress, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and a sweet smile.

How wonderful would it be if she were his bride?

She will be his bride, one day.

"Your Majesty, I wish you and Miss Zhao a happy marriage for a hundred years and have a son soon." She toasted again, congratulating her, but she cursed her in her stomach that she would have no children. A woman like Zhao Erqin is not worthy of children.

Yue Moli's hazy eyes were slightly clear, he smiled bitterly, raised his glass to drink together, and tried his best to avert his gaze, so as not to let himself be too obsessed at this critical moment.

The hustle and bustle dissipated, and the new palace returned to calm. Yue Moli stumbled and was helped into the new house by servant Cong.

The new prince and concubine in the red wedding dress sat quietly by the bed, under the cover of happiness, her face was as delicate as a flower. If she became a waste material, she would be able to marry her beloved as she wished, and she thought it would be worth it.

"Your Highness, you haven't lifted your hijab yet." Standing on one side, Xi Niang respectfully called Yue Moli, who was eight times drunk.

Yue Moli turned a deaf ear to it, and fell on the bed by herself, turning over to sleep.

The servants looked at the new prince and concubine who covered their heads and faces in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.

Zhao Erqin's expression was not good, he lifted his hijab on his own, and shouted at the servants, "What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you help His Highness up quickly? He can't sleep yet before the ceremony is completed." Lifting the hijab and drinking quilt wine are indispensable If she lacks one of the etiquette, she will be unlucky, and she doesn't want to be unlucky.

When the servants touched the prince's body, they panicked for a while, but they didn't dare to disobey the prince's concubine's wishes, so they had to help Yue Moli up in fear.

"Bring the hangover soup" Zhao Erqin hurriedly ordered, Yue Moli is like this, how can she consummate the house, she doesn't want to sleep alone on the wedding night, this day, this night, how long has she waited?In so many midnight dreams, she imagined herself lying in his arms, letting him ravage her. Finally, the day came when her dream could come true. How could he not wake up?

The servants brought the hangover soup, and Zhao Erqin drank it for him. After a while, Yue Moli regained consciousness slightly. Seeing him waking up, Xi Niang hurriedly called him to lift his hijab and drink the quilt wine .

Yue Moli was full of impatience, rubbed his forehead, and waved his hands to order everyone to retreat, the door closed, and he was the only two left in the huge room. He sat upright for a long time, and finally reached out to lift her hijab.

Under the candlelight, the delicate flowers are too embarrassing, the beautiful eyes are full of spring, and the voice of "His Royal Highness" is charming and affectionate.

He blinked, and that delicate face seemed to become another person, pure and clear, without makeup, yet refined.

For a moment, he was obsessed with watching, and forgot everything. He slowly stretched out his hand and stroked the face that made him dream. His eyes were blurred, his palms were hot, and he felt that his lower abdomen was hot and unbearable. He pressed her under him and pulled her. Get rid of the heavy headgear and wedding gown, and the passionate kisses fall wildly.

Zhao Erqin's heart floated to the sky, this was the moment she had been waiting for for a long time, she let him tear everything off her body, and only hoped that the brutal ravage would come soon.

He buried his head between her necks, lingered among her towering clouds, and whispered hoarsely, "Erdong, Erdong, you are mine, you are mine."

(End of this chapter)