Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

As soon as the door was opened, there was a strong smell of wine.

The shouts were loud.

I frowned, slowly walked to the bed, and saw Liu Saner lying on the bed with his hands and feet wide open, his dark face was flushed with red, and he couldn't sleep well.

"Hey……"

I couldn't help sighing, holding up his feet that fell off the edge of the bed, taking off my socks and putting them on the bed, pulling up the quilt to cover him, then sitting at the bed watching him and sleeping straight.

I was a little bit annoyed and reached out to twist his cheeks on both sides: "You can really sleep!"

This man is good, knows nothing, and smashed it twice: "Okay ... wine ..."

As soon as I heard it, I was so angry that I twisted his cheek to the sides and pulled it into a big dustpan: "You still drink, you still drink!"

"唔 ... 唔唔唔 ......"

He was torn by me, even intermittently snoring, and a mouth was pulled almost to my ears.

"So you're still an alcoholic?"

"Well……"

"You just showed up when you got married, didn't you?"

"Well ..."

"Everyone is leaving now, there are so many dishes to wash, such a large yard to clean up, do you want me to make a big belly?"

"Well ..."

I saw his Zhang Junlang's company being rounded and pinched under my hands, and somehow I regained my interest, simply rubbed him into various faces, and saw him so obediently fiddled with, and did not fight back at all I can't help but feel happy, but kneading while asking, "Dare you dare to drink like this!"

"Dare to."

A sober voice answered suddenly.

I froze for a while, and saw the face in my hand that was not rubbed, clear and sober eyes, looking at me brightly.

"scare!"

I was taken aback, hurriedly let go of both hands, and saw Liu Saner lying on the bed, looking at me with a smile.

"You-are you awake?"

"If I didn't wake up, how would I know that I would marry back such a powerful lady."

He sat up straight from the bed with a carp, and he didn't look like he was drunk at all. He immediately understood: "You are drunk!"

He burst out laughing.

"You, are you drunk !?"

I stared at him with wide eyes, and still couldn't believe it. He sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at me with a smile.

"You lied to me!"

A moment of embarrassment came to my mind, especially when I thought about just rubbing his face—although it was not a rude act, but I was a little embarrassed by the usual rules, and my face became red.

Seeing that I blushed, Liu Saner's dark smile also turned red. I didn't dare to look at me and lowered my head.

The original pleasant atmosphere was a little subtle and awkward at this moment.

It's not uncomfortable.

After a while, I said softly, "What do you deceive?"

"Some of them came here to pour my wine today. If I don't lie, they must be drunk now."

"Then you ... shouldn't tell me!"

He looked up at me and saw that I was half annoyed and half angry, and he felt a little funny. But when he smiled, my face became even uglier. When he saw me like this, he hurried forward and said, "Are you angry?"

"..."

"Really angry?"

As he said, he gently tore my sleeves. In fact, I wasn't too angry at first, but I saw that he was cautious, fearing that I was angry, but he got up again, and deliberately turned aside to ignore him.

"Lightness," he was anxious now, scratching his ears, scratching and apologizing around me: "I really didn't mean it, don't be angry."

"..."

"You're big now and angry."

"..."

"What if the child gets angry?"

After hearing this, I finally couldn't help but looked at him with a half-smile and a smile: "My child is not so stingy!"

After talking, they laughed.

When he saw me like this, he immediately relieved his heart and laughed, "How do you tease me?"

"Let you lie to me, or allow me to tease you?"

"Ah? Hey ..." He took a look of helplessness and laughed and shook his head, and sat back in bed with a sigh of relief. But I found that his face was still very red, and it was a little abnormal. He sat for a while, scratching his neck with his hands, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

When he asked, he became more and more uncomfortable, scratching his neckline as he scratched: "I don't know if it has a wine rash. I have never had so much alcohol and itchy."

"Come here and see."

I waved at him and he walked in front of me. I lifted his chin and looked at it. It turned out that a large piece of skin on the neck was red, and he was almost scratched in several places by him. Can't help but want to grab it with my hand, I quickly grabbed his hand: "Don't scratch it, it's more uncomfortable to break the skin. I'll go and boil water for you, it will be more comfortable to take a bath."

As soon as he heard it, he hurriedly stopped me: "You don't move. You have been tired for a day, take a good rest, and I will go by myself."

"..."

Too late to say anything, he has got up and went out.

I sat on the edge of the bed and didn't move for a while. I watched him go out and covered the door gently. Then I heard a small voice in the yard. He was cleaning the dishes outside, cleaning the kitchen, and borrowing the loan. The tables and chairs were wiped clean and piled into the corner of the yard, ready to return tomorrow.

After finishing this, he took a bucket of water and went to the stone house to take a shower.

I was in the room, clearly in such a quiet environment, but I didn't know why, but my heart jumped back.

His face gradually became red.

.

For some time, the sound of water in the yard stopped.

I was more at a loss, although I wasn't really restless, but I couldn't help but reach out for the sheets under me, as my heartbeat increased, I worked harder.

As the sweat faded from the sheets, the door knock was pushed open.

I raised my head a bit hurriedly, and saw the familiar figure standing at the door. The wet long hair was scattered on his broad shoulders after bathing. He also had large pieces of clothes, and one or two strands of hair dropped from his forehead and fell The bright drops of water dangled, and the clear eyes became brighter.

But the moment I saw me, the expression of Cangjie also floated and his eyelids dropped.

Almost at the same time, both his face and me turned red.

The two were facing each other silently. The atmosphere was a little awkward, and some could not be explained. He stood in the doorway for a long time and finally spoke, "I haven't rested yet."

"……what."

"You have to go to bed earlier, and now you have a big belly, it's not as big as before."

"Ok."

As he spoke, he walked over, and I couldn't help but get nervous, opened my eyes and watched the familiar figure getting closer and closer, thick shadows covering my body, and even the kind of lightness after bathing on him The taste got into his nose. For a moment, there was an illusion that the whole person was enveloped by him.

Almost subconsciously, I shuddered slightly.

And he had already stepped in front of me, paused a little, and the whole man leaned down and stretched out his hand towards me--

At this moment, my heart almost jumped out of my throat, but I saw that hand rubbed my shoulder, and picked up the coat he had put on the bedside before.

I froze and stared at him blankly.

His dark eyes reflected the look of my astonishment, and he seemed to flicker a little and turned his head.

"I--I'm going to sleep over there."

After speaking, his dark face was almost red, and he hurriedly turned away. This time, I panicked and got up quickly: "Saner!"

His footsteps stopped at the door again, his broad shoulders stiffened.

He stood there and didn't move, and after I hurriedly stopped him, I didn't know how to say the second sentence.

In fact, everything about me and him was too hasty. From coming to his side, entering his world, and agreeing to marry him, everything seemed to be a natural success. But at this time, I suddenly felt that everything was too fast, so fast I was completely unprepared.

For example, tonight, this day of great joy-

Is it necessary to let him spend the night of his life in the narrow stone house alone?

Thinking of this, my face was so red that my ears were red, but I gritted my teeth, walked hard behind him, reached out my hand gently, and held his hand.

It was only found that there were some cold water droplets on his fingertips, but the skin was hot. The moment I touched him, it almost sparked, and I could hear a pop in the air.

I shy, shook his hand, and took him back into the room.

However, when both walked to the bed and faced the small, narrow wooden bed, neither of them moved next.

Even I was hesitating--

Although, I have too many things to consider, but some things are impossible to be unconscious. Since I have promised to marry him, since I am going to be a husband and wife, it is inevitable that the matter of the bedside is inevitable. If you let him sleep in the room ...

Just when my heart was beating like thunder, Liu Saner suddenly turned around and went out without looking back.

I was silly for a while, looking at the empty doorway, and forgot to react.

He still--

The taste in my heart can't be said to be relaxed or helpless. It seems that I overturned the five-flavored bottle, and ten thousand kinds of tastes came to my heart, which made people puzzled.

But at this moment, he heard a footstep coming from far and near, looked up, and Liu San'er took his bedding pillow and strode back again.

I froze, took a subconscious step back, and said gently: "You--"

Before he finished speaking, I saw him shaking a shabby sheet and spread it on the floor next to the bed.

"You are--"

"I'll sleep here."

He had numb hands and feet, and quickly put the bedding on the ground, then raised his head and smiled at me: "I'll sleep here tonight and guard you."

.

Night, it's already deep.

But I still looked at the gray mosquito net with my eyes wide open, and some people shivered inexplicably.

The heart was originally happy, even a little shivering, but trembling and shaking, but people seemed to be afraid, getting more and more afraid, it seemed that there was a wok in the heart, not uncomfortable, but unbearable.

It ’s like being timid in a hometown. Sometimes I ’ve been looking forward to it for too long. Something I ’ve looked at for so long is really in my hands, but I ’m afraid, I do n’t dare to touch it, or even believe it is true.

I'm afraid that at dawn, with the eyes open, the treasures held in my hands will suddenly smash like a dream.

I am true, are you married?