Las viudas de la dinastía Song eran fáciles de casar

Capítulo 213

Why are you kowtowing so much?

"Just bear with it a little longer."

The husband and wife bow to each other.

Kiyomi Tsuki was forced to the ground again, and said angrily, "How long are you going to have to endure this?"

Lu Qingcheng whispered, "Two more heads."

"Two more heads?"

There's only one left.

"oops."

Before the words were even finished, their heads bumped together. Qing Jianyue cried out in pain, and Lu Qingcheng reached out to rub her head, causing the onlookers to burst into laughter. Finally, the ceremony was completed, and they were led to the bridal chamber. As soon as the veil was lifted, everyone rushed in to make a ruckus. After much persuasion from the matchmaker, the couple was only allowed to perform drinking from the same cup in public before she withdrew.

Ugh, I'm exhausted! Getting married is so tiring!

Kiyomi Tsuki lay sprawled on the bed.

Lu Qingcheng closed the door and checked the room thoroughly. Reassured to find no one else there, he returned to the bedside and couldn't help but chuckle. "Jianyue, what does that look like?"

Qingjian Yue was like a limp rag. "So tired! Qingcheng, getting married is such a hassle! Why are there so many formalities? You're so pitiful. Was it like this when you married Liu Mei?"

"Nonsense, why bring her up out of the blue?" Lu Qingcheng helped her up and first removed her phoenix crown. "Back then, I didn't have to worry about anything; Liu Jianhua handled everything. He must have made a fortune off the wedding banquet." He reached out to remove his robe and continued, "And the wedding ceremony was even worse. I was already annoyed, and then Qingfeng caused such a scene, and Liu Mei stabbed him with a hairpin. The ceremony didn't even take place, and it just passed by in a blur."

"So, you never married Liu Mei at all. Hahaha, I'm still your only wife. Qingcheng, I love you so much."

Kiyoshi suddenly gasped. Lu Qingcheng removed his last piece of clothing, revealing his masculine and alluring body, and a surge of desire shot from Kiyoshi's eyes.

"My wife, you've made me so happy."

The light illuminated Lu Qingcheng's eyes, and he opened his arms. Qing Jianyue crawled towards him like a little puppy, stumbling and falling into his embrace.

Lu Qingcheng embraced her and gently kissed her lips. Qing Jianyue, captivated, opened her mouth and offered him the sweetest nectar. Lu Qingcheng sighed, "What a mellow and intoxicating fragrance! There is no more exquisite wine in the world."

With a groan that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, Kiyomi Tsuki, lost in a daze, caressed his strong shoulders and back. Ah! This irresistibly alluring temptress had robbed her of her inner peace from their very first meeting. Though she had tried desperately to escape, desperately to convince herself otherwise, she ultimately succumbed. Before, she had been so fearful and flustered, but now she was so calm; she accepted him, and she vowed to love him forever, as she loved herself.

Lu Qingcheng removed her clothes and carried her to the bed. Although desire surged in his blood, his pace slowed. He couldn't be too rough; this lovely person beneath him was someone he wanted to cherish for a lifetime. His slightly trembling hands touched her. First, her face. His fingertips glided across her cheeks, her lips, her chin, her slender neck, down to her chest, his movements even gentler and more soothing.

He felt her tremble violently, her lips slightly parted, her breathing uneven. Her eyes changed, filled with desire and anticipation, shy and helpless, yet still meeting his gaze firmly.

Are you scared?

"Um."

"I will try not to hurt you, but it will still hurt the first time."

"It's okay. Plucking eyebrows hurts more."

"You little vixen. How could you say something so unromantic?"

With a low, husky laugh, he traced the elegant curves of her body, her smooth skin, down to her flat, toned stomach, her rounded hips, and her long, shapely legs. His other hand reached behind her, supporting her. There, her silky hair cascaded onto his hand, and her body trembled beneath his touch. The feeling was exquisite; each tremor spoke volumes. She didn't need to utter a word to convey her love for him.

He pressed himself against her, unable to contain his passion. She trembled, but all tension and fear vanished. She let him merge into her body, her arms tightening around him...

In the distance came melodious music, singing, laughter, and noise. A breeze blew, but it was all blocked by the tightly closed doors and windows. This room, illuminated by double red candles, refused to be disturbed.

Let's talk about Qingfeng and Lijiang.

Wandering along the red carpet through the courtyard, they entered the newly decorated Peony Pavilion. A maid helped Lijiang into the refurbished bedroom, where she sat on a bed embroidered with ornate patterns. Lijiang could no longer contain herself and reached out to pull off the red veil, but her maid, Xiaoxi, hurriedly stopped her.

"Young Madam, you mustn't! We must wait for our young master to lift the veil."

"But it's so stuffy."

"Just wait a little longer, it'll be ready soon."

When Qingfeng entered and saw this scene, she couldn't help but smile slightly. She took the measuring tape and lifted her headscarf. Lijiang let out a long breath and looked up to see Qingfeng removing the ridiculous colorful pom-pom from her body. Her heart pounded wildly, and a surge of heat coursed through her entire body.

"Little cat, I know you're hungry. Don't drool yet, I'll feed you soon. But before that, we'll drink a toast together."

Qingfeng's teasing made Lijiang blush, and she hurriedly wiped away her drool. But when she wiped, there was nothing there; where did the drool come from? Only then did she realize that Qingfeng was playing a trick on her. The matchmakers and maids standing in the room burst into unrestrained laughter.

Lijiang said angrily, "How annoying."

Qingfeng glanced at the matchmaker and maids and said, "You may all leave. I will take care of the young mistress."

The matchmaker and her maids laughed even harder, said some auspicious words, and then withdrew, considerately closing the door behind them.

Qingfeng picked up the blushing Lijiang and placed her on a chair in front of the table. He poured two glasses of wine and said softly, "Here, this is top-quality Daughter's Red wine. It won't be too spicy. After you drink it, I'll feed you something."

Lijiang seemed very excited, taking the wine glass with her right hand and hooking it with his right, but she was so excited that she almost lost her grip. As the distance between them shortened, their bodies were close, their foreheads lightly touched, and their eyes met. Lijiang made no attempt to hide the joy and happiness in her eyes, and Qingfeng couldn't help but smile again.

As soon as the wine went down her throat, it burned and slid down her abdomen, gradually increasing in temperature. It made her feel slightly tipsy and her vision blurred, making her feel lightheaded and blissfully happy!

"Come on, have another drink."

After the second glass of wine, Lijiang's cheeks flushed, and her beautiful eyes shimmered with a captivating light.

A wicked glint flashed in Qingfeng's eyes. "Here, this is the third cup."

After the third glass of wine, Lijiang's rationality was blurred. She grinned foolishly, her delicate lips parted, and said, "Big Fish, you're so strange."

"What's strange about it?"

Qingfeng knew she was drunk, which was exactly what he wanted. This made Lijiang even more alluring and tempting, stirring his desires. But it was perfect; tonight was their wedding night, and he didn't need to restrain himself anymore. He picked Lijiang up and placed her on the bed, beginning to undress her.