Red candle, incense burner, bead curtain half roll.

The wedding bed, the wedding window, there are only beauties, and there is no red makeup yet...

In the main wing room.

The lights were lit, but they were surprisingly quiet.

Zhao Rong returned with a pair of embroidered shoes in one hand.

I suddenly realized that something seemed wrong in the room.

Looking up.

The two girls on the bed buried their whole body in the big red bedding embroidered with mandarin ducks.

The bedding drums were formed into two large balls.

Still motionless.

Zhao Rong walked straight to the bed and put down two pairs of embroidered shoes.

"alright."

He looked up.

But Qingjun on the bed had no intention of getting out of bed and putting on shoes.

Zhao Rong didn't ask much, turned his head, reached out and patted the 'little butt' that was arching from the quilt.

"It's getting late. Qian'er, please go back to your room to sleep. I'll take the shoes for you. Go back soon and don't catch a cold. Even if your physique can withstand it, it's uncomfortable to get cold."

The girl on the bed shook her little butt like a lazy person, without saying a word.

It seems to be lying on the bed.

Zhao Rong patted her little butt again, shook her head and said:

"Get up quickly and go back together."

"I...I won't go back, I didn't say I want to go back just now." Xiao Qian'er's voice came from the bed, and her voice was soft: "Brother Ronger, can Qian'er sleep with you?"

“…”

"OK?"

"no."

Zhao Rong still shook his head.

Qingjun was already angry just now and insisted on going back to the house to sleep. If he kept Xiao Qian'er behind, although Qingjun would not say anything, he would still be jealous when he woke up tomorrow.

He reached out and lifted a corner of the bedding.

Xiao Qian'er, however, had quick eyes and hands, hugged the quilt on her body and retracted it into the bed.

Zhao Rong bent down and touched her head, with a helpless tone:

"Stop making trouble."

Xiao Qianer whispered: "I won't leave, I won't leave. I want to sleep in the wedding bed with you. Qianer hasn't slept in the wedding bed yet. The red quilt and the bed sheets are so beautiful... Hey, this mandarin duck embroidered image is much better than the lady's."

Concubine Zhao: "????"

He immediately looked stern: "What are you talking nonsense? Qingjun's duck is wrong... Yuanyang is also beautiful."

"Hmph, you said it's a duck that's missing, and the fat duck can see where you can."

Zhao Rong: “………”

It's hard to refute.

Just when he was speechless, Concubine Zhao, who had been quiet and silent, suddenly stretched out her foot and kicked Xiao Qian'er who had shrunk into a ball.

"Miss, why are you kicking me?"

The girl at the end of the bed poked her head out, wrinkled her nose, and mumbled towards the head of the bed.

Zhao Rong turned around and looked.

Qingjun at the head of the bed did not speak, and his head was still buried in the quilt.

Xiao Qian'er turned around and looked at Zhao Rong, "Brother Rong'er, Miss is in a hurry to leave, just let her go, Qian'er sleeps with you... Oh, why are you kicking my ass again?"

She turned her head angrily and complained: "Brother Ronger, the lady bullies people, bullying the lovely second lady and chief maid in the family! According to the rules of our old Zhao family, what do you think you will do!"

Zhao Rong nodded and presided over her justice: "It's good to kick! The lady kicks the maid, but the maid is still right? It's time to kick."

He said seriously: "I won't be sure to mumble again in the future."

Zhao Qianer: "!!!"

After all, I missed someone.

You big pig's hoof, it turns out that justice was the host who came to the lady. She disliked you so much tonight, and you were still partial to her...

At this moment, Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er didn't know if they heard it wrong. In the bedside at the head of the bed, Concubine Zhao seemed to hum.

I can't tell what the mood is.

But Xiao Qian'er was even more "sad".

She sniffed with a handful of bitter tears, then fluttered in place, and the bed board was shocked by her.

The little girl is reluctant to leave:

"Hmph, I just won't leave. Brother Rong'er, Miss, just tell me what's going on."

Zhao Rong: "Okay, stop making trouble. It's getting late. You should go back to sleep with Qingjun quickly. I'm a little sleepy."

Xiao Qianer: "Brother Rong'er, why don't you urge her? She hasn't gotten out of bed yet, why are you urging me to do?"

Zhao Rong immediately turned his head and whispered to Concubine Zhao Ling: "Qingjun, please take care of her and take her with you..."

Before he could finish his words, Concubine Zhao Ling's long legs stumbled into her and kicked Xiao Qian'er out.

It seems that he wants to kick off the wedding bed of a wild girl who is in trouble.

"Oh, you!"

Xiao Qian'er didn't escape, and her little butt was hit again.

She immediately stopped doing it, quickly stretched out her head and asked Zhao Lingfei:

"Miss, why haven't you left yet? Didn't you say you want to go back to your room to sleep? You go, Brother Rong'er's shoes are brought to you. You can't help but be stupid, don't pretend to be stupid!"

As soon as these words came out, the room immediately became quiet.

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned, and later realized it, and turned to look at a woman at the head of the bed.

Xiao Qian'er blinked and refused to let her pretend to be an ostrich, her mouth was like a machine gun, and she never stopped for a moment: "Miss, please say something quickly, say something quickly, Brother Rong'er is still waiting, and you have all the shoes brought to you. Go back to your room quickly, don't stay on the bed of Brother Rong'er and I..."

Seeing this, Zhao Rong did not interrupt.

Turn your head,

He looked at the candles that were lit after he left after he left.

Just as Xiao Qian'er urged her.

"Small girl, shut up!"

In the quilt, Concubine Zhao's cold and deserted voice came out.

Xiao Qian'er made a playful gesture of "shhhh" at Zhao Rong, then leaned her head and patted the bed of a lady who was quarreling with her.

"Oh, I'm finally willing to speak."

She smiled and said, "Miss, when will we leave? I have been waiting for you for a long time. We just agreed to go back to the house to sleep together..."

"And," Zhao Lingfei interrupted, and then her clear voice seemed to have a little angry and stubborn tone, and then leaked out of the quilt: "It's my wedding bed, mine, not yours, stinky girl, do you want to go to heaven."

Xiao Qian'er was not annoyed, and tilted her head and tentatively said, "Then...that means you won't leave?"

Concubine Zhao was silent.

After ten breaths, no one spoke.

Just when Zhao Rong thought Qingjun was so funny that he was about to leave again with anger.

"This is my wedding bed, why... want me to come down, you... don't think about it..."

The woman in the bed had a very small voice, but she said very seriously.

Finally, Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er, who seemed to notice the quiet eyes outside through the quilt, seemed to be blushing at the blurt words, and even Zhao Rong next to the bed noticed that her delicate body was tense in the quilt. This was Qing Jun's subconscious reaction when he was extremely shy. Only when he heard her, he immediately added the sentence, and the voice was a little louder, "You... you and Qian'er go quickly, I won't leave."

Zhao Rong looked down at the bed, then looked at the room.

Well, it must be his right, why did he drive him out too...

Xiao Qian'er, who was standing beside her, almost laughed to death and covered her mouth and laughed.

She winked at Zhao Rong, signaling him to pursue the victory and tease the lady in the bed together.

Zhao Rong didn't say anything.
To be continued...