Lin Feilu sighed before attending the wedding of Lin Qing and Si Miaoran, the ceremony looked so tired and complicated.

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

She felt that the phoenix robe alone was five catties. Although the court clerk in the clothing bureau had made it as simple as possible under His Majesty's orders, it was a big wedding phoenix robe after all, and there were regulations on both inside and outside. Not to mention there is a phoenix crown, beautiful is beautiful, and heavy is also really heavy. It is true that you should not bow your head and the crown will fall.

She got up before dawn and started to freshen up. When the auspicious time arrived, the bride came out of the pavilion, and lifted the big sedan chair across the front gate of Longfeng Tianma and carried her to the square in front of the main hall.

There are hundreds of civil and military officials standing around the square, from top to bottom according to their ranks. In front of the main hall is a one-hundred-meter long stairway paved with jade. On weekdays, officials will pass here. At this moment, there were two straight lines of guards standing on both sides of the jade step. She was going to walk up this jade step, and Song Jinglan was waiting for her at the top.

The morning sun was already very dazzling, Lin Feilu took a deep breath, placed his hands in front of him with great dignity under the gaze of Baiguan, straightened his back, raised his chin slightly, and walked up the steps step by step.

The red phoenix robe stretched out a long skirt behind him. On the skirt, the phoenix was flying and the white birds admired, the sun shone, and the silk thread of the sewing pattern shone golden light. With each step, the bead curtain hanging down from the phoenix crown gently shook, making a crisp sound.

When she finally walked up this step and saw Song Jinglan with a smile on her face, Lin Feilu felt that her waist was about to break.

And this is the beginning.

The next step is to tell Huang Tian, ​​sacrifice to the ancestors, and the emperors and queens will receive the rituals of the hundreds of officials, and the officials will read the orders, canonized them, and hold the festival ceremony.

It was already hot in the summer. After a whole set of rituals, Lin Feilu was already dizzy and feeling suffocated. Under the gaze of the key officials, she still couldn't lose her appearance. She had to keep her chest tall and abdomen slightly lifted, and smile dignified, which was terrible.

When coming down from the altar, she didn't step on her feet firmly and almost fell off the steps.

Fortunately, Song Jinglan quickly held her arm with his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Can I still go?"

Under the eyes of everyone, Lin Feilu is also not good at acting like a baby. He still maintains the dignified smile of being a queen, but the voice squeezed between his lips and teeth is no longer crying: "So tired, my feet hurt..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jinglan leaned over and hugged him up.

Lin Feilu exclaimed, and subconsciously raised his hand to hold his shaky phoenix crown.

There was a commotion around him following his movements. She was flushed and anxious: "What are you doing, let me down!"

Without changing her face, Song Jinglan walked down holding her steadily.

Lin Feilu struggled twice to no avail, and simply gave up, only muttering in a low voice: "The phoenix robe and the phoenix crown are heavy."

He pursed his lips and smiled, a very faint smile, only she in his arms can see.

Walking down the altar, the officials in charge of the whole ceremony waited on both sides. Seeing your Majesty walking towards the main hall holding the newly-canonized queen, he didn't mean to let her down. He plucked up the courage to step forward and said: "Your Majesty, this is not in compliance... …"

Song Jinglan tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrow and long: "The rules?"

There was a silence all around.

The officials retreated silently, and Baiguan watched as His Majesty held the Queen to finish the rest of the ceremony.

After that, Lin Feilu was sent to Lin'an Temple.

In fact, according to the regulations, she should be sent back to the queen’s bedroom, and wait for the emperor’s luck after nightfall, but she likes the smell of Lin’an Hall, and she always rolls on the dragon bed in the bedroom this month, so Song Jinglan will The Xifang is located in Lin'an Hall.

Lin'an Temple, which is always solemn and dignified on weekdays, looks extraordinarily beaming today, and it is full of joy at first glance.

The floor of the sleeping hall is covered with heavy grass, four screens are set up, and a pair of half-person high candles burn quietly. As soon as Lin Feilu entered, he took off the phoenix crown that had crushed her neck, and took off several layers of thick phoenix robe two or three times, and lay on the soft dragon bed, only to feel that the whole person was alive.

The two of Chunxia knew that His Majesty petted her, and did not stop them, and went to the Imperial Dining Room to have food at her orders. After Lin Feilu finished eating, she lay in bed and fell asleep.

There was a ceremony in the wedding room after nightfall. After sleeping for a while, the two of Chunxia and Xia dragged her from the bed. Lin Feilu took a shower, freshened up again, put on a phoenix robe, and a phoenix crown. After sitting properly by the bed, in the evening, a Shangshi official came in with food.

Lin Feilu just woke up, still a little dizzy, watched Song Jinglan walk in from the outside, and yawned.

Under the auspices of the ceremonial officer, the two performed the sacrifice first, and then the joint ceremony. After the ceremony, the waiter withdrew the food, and the ceremonial officials in the hall finally retreated one by one, leaving only the emperor and queen.

The sky outside the window was already dark.

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

After Song Jinglan went to freshen up and came back, she found that she had fallen asleep again. She didn't even take off the phoenix robe, and she wrinkled under her body, spreading from the bed to under the bed.

The phoenix robe is bright in color and smooth in texture, with layers of water-like light and shadow appearing under the candlelight. When she lay there tilted her head, she looked like lying on a piece of red water with her black hair spreading behind her. Style.

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

For a while, he smiled silently, then leaned over and unfastened her belt.

Lin Feilu kicked his foot in his sleep, and his voice was soft: "sleepy..."

He picked up the person, took off the complicated phoenix robe, and reached out to remove her hairpin and earrings. Lin Feilu was slumped in his arms like boneless, half-closed eyes, letting him play around.

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

Lin Feilu was actually awake, but she was so tired that she didn't want to talk. After lying down, she half-squinted at him. Watching him take off his shirt, stretched out his hand and lowered the curtain, blocking the shaking candlelight outside.

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

The bed next to him collapsed, and he slept beside her, and after reaching out to embrace her in his arms, he bowed his head and kissed her forehead.

Lin Feilu's heart was a little agitated, and she forced her to wait calmly.

As a result, she waited and waited, waiting until she was dozing again, Song Jinglan still only held her gently, breathing smoothly over 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 lazy low voice: "Huh?"

She was so angry that she broke away from his arms and sat up on the bed, looking at him fiercely: "Well, what! The bridal night, you are like this? That's it?!"

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

Lin Feilu: "Are you tired before you start? Your sire is not good enough."

Song Jinglan: "..."

His smile faded and his eyes became dangerous.

Lin Feilu immediately admitted: "I'm tired, but I can't!"

Song Jinglan narrowed his eyes and slowly sat up.

Lin Feilu suddenly felt bad, and wanted to run with both hands and feet. After only two steps, his ankle was caught by one hand. She heard his slightly muffled voice: "Where is the queen going?"

He also wore the phoenix buckle he gave her on that ankle.

The blood red reflected the delicate white, which made people think about it.

Lin Feilu kicked twice, trying to shake his hand away. Instead, the hand with distinct knuckles became tighter and tighter. After a long while, his fingertips lightly ran her feet. She was ticklish, her whole body was weak at once, and she collapsed on the bed screaming.

With a laugh behind him, he finally let go, Lin Feilu just turned over, he had already bullied himself and pressed it down.

The candlelight was reflected on the gorgeous curtain, and the dark light penetrated, hazy and swaying. His eyes were deep, his fingers brushed her broken hair between her forehead, and he smiled and asked, "Are you still tired?"

Lin Feilu dared not provoke him anymore, and answered obediently, "I'm not tired anymore."

The deeper the smile in his eyes, his fingertips gently stroked behind her ears little by little, along the line between the neck gently, like a trace, from top to bottom, not letting go. With every inch, her trembling became more obvious, and there was still a layer of clothing, but the fine touch had already clung to her whole body.

She pressed her lips tightly and wrapped her arms around his neck unconsciously.

Song Jinglan followed her movements and lowered her head, sealing her lips.

His kisses were like his movements, gentle and patient. He didn't seem to be anxious at all, he was satisfied and satisfied with her eyes closed.

A bed was covered in a light gauze skirt, and he put his hands on her side, and his ink hair fell down and intertwined with her long hair. Her eyes were filled with heat, but she still patiently asked her in a low voice: "Princess, do you like me?"

Lin Fei's nose hummed.

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

She curled her toes together, and the sound she made did not seem to be her own: "Like—"

He smiled, kissed her earlobe up, his voice was as low as bewitching, "Who do you like?"

The kiss went from her ear to the neck, back and forth, like an electric shock. She clung her fingers tightly to his shoulders, but she couldn't help hiding behind: "I like you—"

He grasped her waist with his hands, then pulled her back, and stroked her fingers gently: "Who am I?"

She was tight, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, intermittent and uncontrollable: "Your Majesty... Husband..."

He loves games like this, asking her over and over again, listening to her answers over and over again.

Listening to her calling her husband, listening to her chaotic crying, he was ups and downs in sobriety and depression, admiring the way she was confused and confused under him, and was mad at her appearance.

Then, her body was full.

Between the ups and downs, Lin Feilu heard his muffled laughter: "In this life, the next, in each life, you can only belong to me."

She didn't speak, just hugged him tighter and catered to him.