Chapter 239 With Xiao Yi, Performing the Ceremony of Husband and Wife
A young girl is like a tender willow by the lake.
She leaned softly against Xiao Yi, looked up at him with her fair and tender face, her beautiful crimson red phoenix eyes were misty, her vermilion lips were slightly parted, and she bit her lips lightly with her white teeth, as if she was extremely uncomfortable.
Xiao Yi endured and endured.
Nan Baoyi stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin: "Second brother?"
Seeing the man covering his eyebrows in silence, she sobbed weakly twice, stretched out her pale index finger, and hooked his wide palm coquettishly: "Second brother..."
Xiao Yi restrained himself from touching her.
The slightest touch of Nan Jiaojiao's intoxicated appearance is like thunder and fire.
He comforted: "In Rose Crisp, I was drugged. Jiaojiao goes to Baoxia first, and I'll ask Jiang Suihan to detoxify you, okay?"
"not good……"
Nan Baoyi shook his head seriously.
She was wrapping around him like an octopus, with fine teardrops hanging from her eyelashes, and she looked up at him with a pitiful appearance.
Xiao Yi was as tense as a bowstring.
His situation was no better than Nan Baoyi's, and he was also on the verge of breaking out.
However, he was unwilling to perform the ceremony of husband and wife with her under such circumstances.
That kind of thing should happen in the dead of night, with red tents, dragon and phoenix candles, and mandarin duck pillows.
It's the first time to do that kind of thing with Nan Jiaojiao, how can you be hasty?
Beads of sweat ooze from the corner of his forehead, his Adam's apple rolls, and the veins in his hands that hang down on his wide sleeves are bulging. He has almost gambled his entire life of restraint, and his voice is low and hoarse: "Nan Baoyi, stay away from me..."
Nan Baoyi felt terribly uncomfortable.
She buried her head in Xiao Yi's arms and kept shaking her head: "Don't go..."
She tried her best to tiptoe and kissed Xiao Yi's chin again.
Peck shallowly, peck again...
Her eyes were deep, her small white hands hooked his neck, and finally kissed his Adam's apple.
She doesn't have this kind of thing.
Xiao Yi; "..."
The taut strings in my mind broke quietly at this moment.
Everything was silent.
The spring breeze blew across the lake, and the willow branches brushed his face. The forbearance in his phoenix eyes, like melting ice and snow, gradually turned into desire that grew wildly.
He picked up Nan Baoyi, and resolutely went to the dormitory of Chaoxi courtyard.
The maids were playing games in front of the house, and they were stunned when they saw Shizi coming in with his concubine in his arms.
"His Royal Highness—"
As they saluted one after another, Xiao Yi only left them a stern look from his back: "Everyone go out."
All the girls looked at each other in blank dismay, and had to retreat in response.
The dormitory fan was covered, and the bamboo curtains by the windows were lowered, revealing a few rays of spring sun.
Xiao Yi put Nan Baoyi on Ba Bu's bed, soaked a cotton kerchief in cold water, and wiped her face carefully.
Nan Bao's beaded hairpin is slanted, crow-blue long hair scattered on the white pillow towel, her cheeks are as red as delicate flowers, her small white hands are tightly clutching Xiao Yi's sleeve corners, her silk jacket is loose, and her delicate figure is naturally coquettish .
She plucked up her courage: "I know the second brother is in trouble,
But I am willing... I am afraid of pain, and I can't make up my mind usually, but since this happened, it is probably fate..."
She loves Xiao Yi.
She doesn't want to live under the same roof with him innocently anymore. Now that she is married, she wants to be his real wife.
Xiao Yi lowered his eyes.
The girl on the couch is charming and charming, she is the girl he has been lusting after for many years.
She is also the wife that Ming Media is marrying.
And she said she would...
He held the cotton handkerchief and slowly let go.
The last bit of hesitation was broken, he threw the cotton kerchief on the ground, held Nan Baoyi's hand pitifully, and pecked at her fingertips lightly.
He leans forward.
Layers of red tents cover the small square world.
With the clothes thrown off, the warm and sweet fragrance of hibiscus filled the bedroom.
There was no movement in the tent.
A thin white and slender hand unconsciously protruded from the tent, the little finger was upturned, and the fingertips dyed with crisp red Danko were bent into an arc of patience. With a cry of pain, the beautiful little hand held it empty Take a handful of air.
The gold bracelet bell on the wrist jingled with the ups and downs.
Like it never stops.
"Second brother—"
"Call your husband."
The voice of the young prince was low and hoarse, but it was unbelievable.
The newly married Shizi concubine called "husband" softly and obediently, with a delicate tone that could kill her husband.
Half an hour later, a secret fragrance emanated from the curtain.
Mixed with the fragrance of hibiscus, wandering in the boudoir is like a new dream in late spring.
The breeze blows the bamboo curtain.
On the pedals, a pair of embroidered shoes and a pair of official boots are neatly placed.
The embroidered shoes are exquisite and exquisite, nestled tightly against the large official boots with golden cloud patterns on black soles.
A man's unsatisfactory voice came from the tent:
"Again, okay?"
In the tent, Nan Baoyi hugged the brocade quilt and was huddled in the corner, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were moist and sweet like never before, but the corners of his mouth were a little red, and the black hair hanging down on the couch made him even more delicate and elegant.
She looked at Xiao Yi with horror in her eyes.
She choked with sobs and blamed: "Are you poisoned, or am I poisoned?"
Xiao Yi sat cross-legged loosely, with several scratches on his chest and more scratches on his back.
But he has a strong body and doesn't care about the scratches.
He coaxed her: "The poison in Jiaojiao is very complicated, you have to make sure it's completely removed, otherwise it will recur later, and it will be even more troublesome than today."
Nan Baoyi refused, tears filled his eyelashes: "You lied to me..."
"I never lied to you."
Xiao Yi wanted to get close to her, but Nan Baoyi avoided her aggrievedly.
Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, grabbed the corner of the brocade quilt, and pulled it towards him.
Nan Baoyi relies entirely on the brocade quilt to cover up his shame, but he loses to Xiao Yi's strength, so he has to hold the brocade quilt obediently and be dragged into his arms.
She drooped her eyelashes and didn't dare to move: "It's ridiculous for us to be here, what should we do with the spring feast?"
"The spring feast has been delayed a long time ago." Xiao Yi didn't take it seriously, and rolled up a strand of her black hair casually, "I asked Yu Wei to tell the guests that you were sickened by Concubine Jiang and couldn't go out to entertain them, so let them entertain themselves Le. They will only blame Concubine Jiang, not you."
Concubine Jiang deliberately made trouble at the spring banquet, and the guests all saw it.
It is reasonable for the concubine to be ill with anger, and maybe she can gain a wave of sympathy.
Nan Baoyi was relieved.
She said softly again: "Second brother, I'm a little thirsty."
Just now, she almost made her voice hoarse.
Xiao Yi took a cup of tea from the bedside.
He watched Nan Baoyi gulp and gulp, and raised his fingertips to wipe off the tea that rolled down her chin. Danfeng's eyes gradually darkened, but his expression was half a smile: "Have you had enough, Jiaojiao?"
Nan Baoyi choked for breath.
...
It was dusk outside.
Concubine Jing made arrangements for the dinner, even though Nan Baoyi was not present, but because of her good arrangements in advance, the spring banquet was still in order.
Concubine Jiang sat at the round table with her daughter-in-law, and the other tables were full. No one came to drink at her table, and everyone gave her contemptuous and disgusting looks.
She's going crazy!
Nan Baoyi's illness is none of her business, so why blame her!
She rolled her eyes and ate a crab. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Nan Baozhu who had left the table.
She is the cousin of that bitch Nan Baoyi, I don't know where she is going?
Concubine Jiang rolled her eyes and followed with her two daughters-in-law.
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