Su Wang Mansion.

After lunch, the female guests who came to Dohee disappeared one after another. Only the men in the front yard were still making a noise. They all loved to drink. In such a lively occasion, no one was convinced. Was willing to stop.

That was what Xu Jin had to deal with.

After sending the last female guest away, Fu Rong looked at the sun to the west and went back to the house exhausted to sleep.

Tossing and dressing in the morning, and tossing with the man in the evening, she can only take a break in the afternoon.

"It's getting dark, the girl should get up and clean up."

"Why are you still calling the girl, you want to be the princess."

"I forgot……"

The familiar voice was close to her ears, Fu Rong frowned and opened her eyes. In the strange room, two of her maids stood.

Fu Rong looked out the window, it was dim.

She rubbed her forehead and sat up, "Is hot water ready?"

Lan Xiang replied: "It's all right, the girl is just taking a shower now."

She called the girl again, Mei Xiang stared at her helplessly.

Fu Rong smiled and said, "How do you get used to calling it in private, just remember to call the princess when you are outside."

After a few chattering words, Fu Rong woke up completely, and Fu Rong went to the side room to take a hot bath and refreshed after changing his clothes. A bowl of lotus seed porridge was used for dinner, and then nothing happened. She ordered the two maids to guard outside, and she sat in the house and waited for the groom to return.

The night outside the window became darker and darker, and Fu Rong's heart became more and more nervous.

Husband and wife, after getting used to it, it's a lot of fun, but at the beginning of the wedding, especially the first few nights, Fu Rong really didn't have the courage to take it again. When Xu Yan was 18 years old, he was more like a young man, gentle and considerate. Now Xu Jin is 20 years old. He is a big man who has been on the battlefield. He has always been like a wolf at night. I can be gentle on him tonight. Fu Rong really didn't have much confidence.

She was anxious, and Xu Jin was still fighting wine with others.

The prince, King Kang, and King Cheng wanted to irrigate him, and even his younger brother Xu Wei held a bowl to persuade him to drink, not to mention Qin Ying, Cui Xun and others. Xu Ping and Xu Yan didn’t take the initiative to persuade him to drink. He insisted on drinking with them. There were Fu Ding, Fu Chen, Fu You Liang Tong and other relatives. They had already had a round at noon. Now, although others are still sitting there, their eyes It's already a bit straight.

Finally, Xu Ping came over, gave a few nephews with a calm face, and ordered each of them to personally and help a few masters back to the palace or home.

Xu Jia took Xu Jin towards the new house, and Xu Jin rushed under the tree and threw up after not taking a few steps.

Xu Jia quickly followed and patted him on the back.

After vomiting, Xu Jin ordered Xu Jia to help him go to the front yard to bathe and change clothes. She loves to be clean, and he will irritate her like this.

After drinking the hangover soup and filling his stomach with something more, Xu Jin finally became sober and could walk on his own.

When he arrived at the gate of Fuyuanyuan, he motioned for Xu Jia to go back.

The Fuyu courtyard was brightly lit, and Xu Jia was not worried that his master fell, so he left with peace of mind.

Xu Jin stepped into the yard where he personally wrote a plaque for his princess.

She liked the word "fuhua", and he followed her. At the gate of Jingyang Hou’s mansion that day, what he said to Fu Pinyan and his son was true. How squeamish Fu Rong was at home, he could be just as squeamish by his side. He was willing to spoil her unless she always refused to give him his heart. He ran out of patience and no longer wanted her heart.

As soon as he entered the door, Fu Rong won Xin'er and took a deep breath to greet him.

Mei Xianglanxiang had to be reminded. Knowing that Xu Jin didn't like the maid waiting close by, Xu Jin retreated after entering the door and guarded outside.

"Have the prince eaten?" Perceiving that Xu Jin's figure is a little unstable, Fu Rong took the initiative to support his arm and walked toward the inner room.

"I've taken a shower." Xu Jin answered the question, turned around and pulled Fu Rong into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss her mouth: "Do you smell alcohol? I'm afraid I would smoke you. It's over." She was too short and he couldn't kiss her when she lowered her head. Xu Jin simply kissed the top of her head, biting the beads on her head like a child, pulling it out and throwing it on the ground, enjoying it.

"Lord, stop making trouble, be careful of breaking it!"

Fu Rong was so angry that she had all good things on her head, so she hurriedly left him before the hairpin was removed by the man and bent over to pick it up. Xu Jin leaned on the goalpost to look at her, smiling inexplicably, and Fu Rong stood up, he suddenly reached out and snatched her hairpin.

The whole head of green silk flew down like a waterfall instantly.

Fu Rong glared at him with anger, her beautiful eyes gleaming.

"Nongnong is really good-looking." Xu Jin pulled the person over again, pushed her back on the door, and kissed her face down: "Nongnong looks better if she takes off her clothes..."

"Master, you, don't be like this." Seeing the man was going to bite the flower buttons on her armpit, Fu Rong was a little panicked, and reached out to push, "Master, let's go to the house. I prepared a hangover soup. You pour a glass." He wouldn't plan to untie her clothes here, would he?

That's what Xu Jin planned. He couldn't wait for one more step. He was already a big man after he was born again, so he waited for her for two years with care for her. When she didn’t want to marry him, he didn’t dare to really force her. She was willing to marry, and he resisted not touching her because of those rules. Now it’s alright. She is the princess he brought back from the sedan chair. This is their hole. .Fang Huazhuye, what reason does she not give him?

Xu Jin didn't pay attention to the little girl's strength. She didn't give it, he clasped her hands with one hand, doing whatever he wanted.

The newlyweds, the dresses are all red, and the last one is thrown out, beautiful as jade.

Xu Jin looked obsessively, as if seeing a rare snow scene, in the vast world, there was Mei Aoxue.

"Deep, I haven't seen you for a few days, you are growing again." Xu Jin touched her lips lightly and couldn't put it down, a faint scent of alcohol drifted out when she spoke.

Fu Rong understood that she was not destined to escape tonight, but she didn't want to be here, returning to the bedclothes, and using the most ordinary way, it would always be better. Standing here, she was too impressed, remembering how Xu Jin was... She was afraid and liked at the time, but now she is only afraid.

She trembled all over, hugged him not to undress him, and tried to coax him with the softest voice, "Master, let's go inside, go inside, I promise you everything you do, can you not stay here?"

"What's so good about going inside?"

Xu Jin was unwilling. He lifted his head from her ear and looked at her watery and panicked eyes, "Deep, let's not learn from ordinary couples, just like drinking a cup of wine, let's get some fresh..."

He wanted her to experience another kind of wedding night, and he wanted her to remember later, only him as the groom.

She shivered, Xu Jin patiently calmed down, and when she was forgetful, he slowly stood up, picked her up, and leaned forward.

With his feet lifted off the ground, Fu Rong woke up suddenly, holding his neck and begging, "Go inside..."

He didn't finish speaking, but he blocked his lips domineeringly.

The familiar gentleness made her lose again, until a certain moment, her eyes widened suddenly.

Xu Jin stared at her closely, watching her begging silently, watching the tears roll down in her eyes. He felt a little pain, but the drunkenness and physical and mental satisfaction quickly swept through the trace of pity, so that he still just stared at her, not missing her expression. She is his own, she frowned, she shed tears, these changes were caused by him, and he had never seen them in his previous life.

"Nongrong, you are mine..."

He let go of her lips, his reason was completely controlled by his body, he could not hear her crying and pleading, he only acted by instinct.

The bed net that was supposed to serve the newlyweds was empty, and the door panels between the inner and outer rooms rang out.

Outside the door, Mei Xianglanxiang's face turned pale when she heard the miserable cry inside. They have served girls for so many years, especially after the girls grow up, they rarely hear the girls crying, and there is always the soft laughter of the girls when they chat with their families in the boudoir. A few times at night the girl also cried quietly, when Liu Dong's first went to his house, because of sadness, unlike now, it was a desperate pleading, full of pain.

The night wind was cold, Lan Xiang shrank her shoulders and trembled, and her voice trembled: "Shall we go in and have a look?"

Meixiang was no better than her, took two steps to the window, then stepped back, "Wait, wait, it should be fine."

At this moment, she suddenly hoped that the girl's nurse-maternal grandma would never go home to provide for the elderly. If she were there, she would at least know the situation inside, unlike her and Lanxiang who didn't understand anything.

"Girl stop crying!" The crying stopped, as if after a disaster, Lan Xiang held Mei Xiang's hand nervously.

Mei Xiang also breathed a sigh of relief, but calmed down, but the door panel was still ringing.

She looked at the window in confusion, but she was a girl who hadn't come out of the cabinet, and she couldn't think of the situation inside.

Fu Rong fainted from the pain and woke up because of the pain.

She has reached the bed, and Xu Jin is still above her.

Fu Rong didn't want to open his eyes to see the expression on his face, clenching the bedding tightly, silently accepting it.

When Xu Jin finally stopped, a faint smell of blood spread in Fu Rong's mouth.

She heard the man lying on the side calmly, hearing him sitting up to help them clean up, and then probably too tired, he took her in his arms and kissed her, and the breath on the head quickly became calm and long.

Fu Rong gently raised his sturdy arm, turned around, sat up with difficulty, and tried to get to the ground. His legs were weak and he couldn't stand at all.

The candle in the room was still lit, and Fu Rong put down the gauze tent behind him and looked at the clothes scattered by the two people by the door. There was a moment of silence, hoarsely shouting.

Mei Xiang Lanxiang had been guarding outside in fear, and when she heard her yelling, she rushed over and froze when she entered the room and saw the bedside situation.

Fu Rong smiled weakly and pointed to the clothes at their feet.

Mei Xiang lowered her head to pick it up. She picked up her clothes, and tears fell. When she dressed Fu Rong, she didn't dare to look at her. She was afraid that the tears she had finally held back would flow out again, but she helped Fu Rong stand up with Lanxiang. Later, she found a red and white patch on the mattress where Fu Rong had just been sitting on... Mei Xiang couldn't help it anymore and turned around.

The two maids cried silently. Fu Rong looked back and was not surprised after a little startled. He whispered, "Meixiang will prepare hot water, and Lanxiang will help me to the court room."

Mei Xiang went quickly, Lan Xiang carefully helped her walk back, far away from the bed, and said angrily: "How can the prince bully the girl!"

"No nonsense, he is something you can complain about?"

Fu Rong bit his lip and slowly sat on the pail covered with brocade cushions and motioned for Lan Xiang to go outside the curtain.

Lan Xiang walked away lightly, because the night was so quiet, she heard the ticking and intermittent sound, and finally the normal sound of water.

The sound of the water stopped, and Fu Rong continued to sit for a long time, until she felt that Xu Jin's things were almost gone before she went to take a bath.

She didn't let the two maids serve. She sat in the tub by herself, dipping her body a few times, mainly washing the bottom.

It hurts, but she washed very carefully and didn't want Xu Jin's things to stay in her body.

Fu Rong didn't know if there was any problem with her body or whether she could get pregnant. All she knew was that she didn't want to give birth to Xu Jin, at least for the past few years.

Fu Rong was not sure whether Xu Jin could survive in the end, but she remembered that after the Xu Jin brothers died in the battle in the last life, the prince used Cheng Wang to confuse Jiahe Emperor with his troops and killed Cheng Wang and his two sons. . Later in Anwangzhen, no child survived in King Kang's Mansion of Donggong.

Is it a coincidence?

Fu Rong didn't believe it, just like Emperor Jiahe, those who want to be emperors don't want threats around them, right? When Emperor Jiahe became king, his brothers were all dead. King An could survive because he was too young. It happened that Emperor Jiahe needed him to redeem a little fame.

Where is King An? Does he want that position to make the blood of the Prince and the others alive? With the emperor's grandson, he was not righteous as he became a king.

The royal has no father and son. If Fu Rong became An Wang's wife, she would pretend that she didn't know what An Wang had done on the way to the throne. As long as she lived well by herself, as long as her family members were not affected. But now she is the princess of Xu Jin, Fu Rong dares to spend a few years or even the rest of her life with Xu Jin to gamble together, but does not want his children to gamble together. In this life, if her life is not good, Xu Jin will eventually die. Apart from being upset and unwilling, Fu Rong will not have any sadness. She will find a way to be a happy widow, but she will definitely not be able to bear the pain of losing her son.

Therefore, Fu Rong didn't want to give birth until Xu Jin was able to escape that secret calculation.

"The girl is hurt, so get up soon after soaking." Mei Xiang reminded in a low voice behind the screen, holding the plaster prepared long ago.

Fu Rong looked over, took a final wash, and called them in to serve.

After applying the medicine in the bathroom, Fu Rong slowly returned to the inner room.

The man on the bed slept soundly, with contentment and blush on a handsome face.

Fu Rong stared at him, thinking of Xu Jin's usual sweet words and affection, and smiled silently.

This is good, he only likes her body, and she doesn't have to feel guilty about it.

After pulling the quilt, Fu Rong fell asleep quickly.