Lin Feilu sighed when she attended Lin Qing and Si Miaoran's wedding before, that the ceremony looked so tiring and complicated.

Unexpectedly, it was my turn this time, and the ceremony was more tiring and complicated.

She felt that the phoenix robe was five pounds alone. Although the palace servants of the garment bureau had tried their best to streamline it under the instructions of His Majesty, it was a wedding phoenix robe, and the accessories inside and outside were regulated. Not to mention that there was a phoenix crown, which was beautiful and was really heavy. It really corresponded to the saying that the crown would fall off if it bowed its head.

She got up before dawn and started to dress up. As soon as the auspicious time came, the bride left the house and carried her to the square in front of the main hall with a large sedan chair and carried her to the square in front of the main hall.

There were already a hundred-meter-long stairs in the square, and according to the ranks, there was a 100-meter-long staircase paved with jade in front of the main hall. On weekdays, officials would pass by here when they went to court. At this time, two rows of straight guards stood on both sides of the jade staircase. She was about to walk up the jade staircase, and Song Jinglan was waiting for her at the top.

The sun was already dazzling in the morning. Lin Feilu took a deep breath. Under the gaze of all officials, he placed his hands in front of him with great dignity, straightened his back, raised his chin slightly, and then walked towards the steps step by step.

The red phoenix robe winds out from behind the body, and the phoenixes fly over the hem of the skirt, and the white birds admire them. The sun shines down, and the silk threads sewn with patterns shine golden light. Every step, the bead curtain hanging from the phoenix crown sways gently, making a crisp sound.

When she finally walked up this step and saw Song Jinglan with his eyebrows and eyes smiling across from him, Lin Feilu felt that his waist was about to break.

And this is the beginning.

Next is to report to Huang Tian, ​​worship Emperor Gaozu, and the emperor and empress received the ceremony of all officials, and the official promulgation was promulgated and the title of queen, and the ceremony was held to be held.

It was already hot in summer. After a whole set of rituals, Lin Feilu was already dizzy and felt almost suffocated. With the attention of all the officials, she could not lose her appearance. She had to keep her chest and abdomen and slightly raise her chin, and smiled dignifiedly, which was simply fatal.

When she came down from the rooftop, she didn't step on her feet and almost fell off the steps.

Fortunately, Song Jinglan quickly held her arm with quick eyes and asked in a low voice: "Can you still leave?"

In front of everyone, Lin Feilu was not easy to act coquettishly. Her face still maintained her dignified smile as a queen, but the sound squeezed between her lips and teeth was about to cry: "I'm so tired, my feet hurt so much..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jinglan bent over and hugged the man horizontally.

Lin Feilu exclaimed, subconsciously raised her hand to hold her shaking phoenix crown.

There was a commotion around him as he moved. She blushed and was a little anxious: "What are you doing? Let me down!"

Song Jinglan remained calm and hugged her steadily and walked downwards.

Lin Feilu struggled for a few times and was useless, so she gave up and muttered quietly: "The phoenix robe and phoenix crown are so heavy."

He pursed his lips and smiled slightly, and smiled faintly, only she could see it in his arms.

Walking down the rooftop, the officials responsible for the entire ceremony were waiting on both sides. Seeing His Majesty walking towards the main hall with the newly enthroned queen, she had no intention of letting her go down, and plucked up the courage to step forward and said, "Your Majesty, this is not in accordance with the rules..."

Song Jinglan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowed and long: "Rules?"

The surroundings suddenly silenced.

The official retreated silently, and the officials watched as His Majesty held the queen and passed the rest of the ceremony.

Afterwards, Lin Feilu was sent to Lin'an Hall.

In fact, according to the regulations, she should be sent back to the queen's bedroom. After nightfall, the emperor was lucky. But she liked the fragrance of Lin'an Hall and always rolled on the dragon bed in the bedroom this month, so Song Jinglan set up the wedding room in Lin'an Hall.

Lin'an Palace, which is always solemn and graceful, looks particularly joyful today, and at first glance it is full of joy.

The interior of the bedroom was covered with heavy green spaces, and a pair of half-person-high candles burned quietly. As soon as Lin Feilu entered, he took off the phoenix crown that crushed her neck, and took off several thick phoenix robes two or three times, and lay on the soft dragon bed, and felt like he was alive.

Chunxia and the other two knew that His Majesty loved her, but they did not stop her. They followed her instructions and went to the imperial kitchen to serve food. After Lin Feilu finished eating, she lay in bed and fell asleep in bed.

After nightfall, there was a ceremony in the wedding room. After sleeping for a while, Chunxia and the two dragged her out of the bed. Lin Feilu took a shower, washed and dressed up again, put on a phoenix robe, put on a phoenix crown, and sat down by the bed in a regular manner. In the evening, a food official came in with food.

Lin Feilu had just woken up and was still dizzy. She watched Song Jinglan walk in from outside and yawn.

The two of them performed sacrifices and then performed a concerted ceremony under the auspices of the ritual officials. After the ceremony, the attendants removed the food, and the ritual officials in the bedroom finally retreated one by one, leaving only the emperor and the empress.

It was already dark outside the window.

Lin Feilu pulled down the phoenix crown again, threw it on the desk, and then lay on the bed in big words.

After Song Jinglan went to wash and came back, he found that the person was asleep again. He didn't even take off his phoenix robe, and she wrinkled her and put it from the bed to the bed.

The phoenix robe was bright and smooth in color, and layers of water-like light and shadows were emitted under the reflection of candlelight. When she tilted her head and lay there, she seemed to be lying on a red water surface, with black hair spreading behind her, giving her an attractive style.

Song Jinglan stood beside the bed and looked down for a while.

After a while, he laughed silently, then leaned over and unbuttoned her belt.

Lin Feilu kicked her feet in her sleep, her voice soft: "Sleepy..."

He picked up the man, took off his complicated phoenix robe, and then reached out to take off her hairpin and earrings. Lin Feilu collapsed in his arms like a boneless person, half-closed her eyes, allowing him to fiddle with her.

After a while, he took all the extra accessories on her body, then picked up the person and gently placed it against the inside of the bed.

Lin Feilu was actually awake, but she was so tired that she didn't want to talk. After lying down, she looked at him with half-squinted eyes. Seeing him take off his shirt, he reached out and put down the curtains, blocking the shaking candlelight outside.

The ink spread out, and he stood against the light, even more like a fairy than her.

The bed next to him collapsed, and he slept beside her, reached out to take her into her arms, and then lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Lin Feilu was a little excited inside and pretended to be calm and waited quietly.

As a result, she waited and fell asleep again. Song Jinglan still hugged her gently, breathing on her head as if she was asleep.

Lin Feilu was silent for a while and couldn't help asking, "Are you asleep?"

After a while, he heard a little lazy and whisper: "Hmm?"

She was almost furious, and she broke free from his arms and flipped up from the bed, looking at him viciously: "Well, what's it! You're like this?!"

Song Jinglan lay down and looked at her with a smile: "Aren't you tired?"

Lin Feilu: "You are tired before you even started? You are not physically strong, Your Majesty."

Song Jinglan: “…………”

His smile faded and his eyes became dangerous.

Lin Feilu immediately admitted defeat: "It's me that I'm tired, it's me that I can't!"

Song Jinglan narrowed his eyes and sat up slowly.

Lin Feilu felt something was wrong, and wanted to run with both hands and feet. After climbing for less than two steps, his ankle was grabbed by one hand. She heard his slightly low and hoarse voice: "Where is the Queen going in the bridal night?"

The ankle was wearing the phoenix button he gave her.

The blood red reflects the delicate white, which attracts imagination.

Lin Feilu kicked twice, trying to shake his hand away, but the hand with distinct joints became tighter and tighter. After a while, her fingertips gently stroked her soles. She was afraid of itching and her whole body was exhausted, and she screamed and collapsed on the bed.

He laughed behind him, and he finally let go of his hand. As soon as Lin Feilu turned over, he had already bullied himself and pressed down.

The candlelight reflected on the gorgeous curtain tent, and the dark light penetrated into it, hazy and shaking. His eyes were deep, his fingers brushed across her forehead and asked with a low smile: "Are you still tired?"

Lin Feilu dared not provoke him anymore and replied obediently: "I'm not tired."

The deeper the smile in his eyes, the fingertips gently stroked behind her ears little by little, along the lines between her neck, like a tracing line, from top to bottom, not letting go of every inch. Every inch passed, the more obvious her trembling became. It was obvious that she was still passing through a layer of clothes, but her fine touch had already clinged to her whole body.

She pursed her lips tightly, and her hands unconsciously hugged his neck.

Song Jinglan lowered her head along with her movements and sealed her lips.

His kiss was like his movements, gentle and patient. He seemed to be in no hurry at all. Seeing her eyes closed and moved, she was satisfied and satisfied.

A thin gauze dress was spread on the bed, and he supported his hands beside her, and his ink hair fell down, tangling with her long hair. His eyes were obviously filled with heat, but he still asked her in a low voice: "Princess, do you like me?"

Lin Feilu nodded.

He lowered his head and kissed her gently: "Speak it."

Her toes were curled up together, and the sound she made seemed to be not hers: "I like it-"

He smiled and kissed her earlobe upwards, his voice as low as a bewitching: "Who do you like?"

The kiss came from her ear to her neck, back and forth, like electricity. She clung her fingers to his shoulders, but she couldn't help but hide back: "I like you-"

He held her waist with his hand, pulled her back, and stroked his fingers: "Who am I?"

Her whole body was tense, tears came out of the corners of her eyes, intermittent and unable to help herself: "Your Majesty... Husband..."

He likes such games, asks her over and over again, and listens to her answers over and over again.

Hearing her calling her husband and her chaotic crying, he rose and fell in waking and sinking, admiring her infatuated look under him, and going crazy about her appearance.

Then, she filled her body.

During the ups and downs, Lin Feilu heard his mute laughter: "In this life, next life, every life, you can only belong to me."
Chapter completed!