After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Han Shu burst out laughing. She felt that Xun Lan was as immature as a young boy who had not yet tasted meat. He was far inferior to the soldiers under her command.

"Just help me detoxify, you don't have to take any responsibility."

I thought Xun Lan would hold her in his arms after saying this, but unexpectedly, this person slid down the stone and staggered away into the distance.

The moonlight tonight was too intoxicating. Han Shu flew directly to Xun Lan and carried Xun Lan back to the bedroom.

Holding the wine that Xia Ling had put a love potion in, Han Shu took a sip carefully and did not seem to be controlled by the love potion.

She asked, "Are you pleased with me?"

He mustered up the courage to nod: "I will marry you and take you away. We should get married and then ..."

She sealed it with a kiss and passed the wine with love potion from her mouth into hers.

Their lips collided, and there was a bloody smell in the entanglement: "Coincidentally, I also think you are great."

Turning up and down, sobs and groans lingered, and the moonlight outlined the lingering figures between the bed curtains.

No matter how strong the love potion is, it will wear off, but the love between lovers will not stop.

The night watches rang out, urging people to leave. Han Shu gently patted Xun Lan's back, which was covered with red marks.

His voice was lazy, revealing satisfaction and fatigue: "You performed very well today. I will come to you next time."

Xun Lan frowned and bit Han Shu hard, then stood up, picked up his scattered clothes, put them on, and looked at Xia Ling, who was sleeping soundly in the outer room with his hands and feet tied.

Without taking off his clothes, Xun Lan turned back again, and learned how to turn a passive position into an active one, and pinned Han Shu under him with all his might.

"Shu'er, you are my wife, don't live with me."

"But... um... hum... he just bowed to heaven and earth with me..."

"It doesn't count." The violent storm turned the resentment that had been suppressed for a long time into tenderness: "It doesn't count. You are mine."

"Wait for me for a month at most, okay..."

With both hands around Xun Lan's neck, Han Shu bit Xun Lan's ear bone: "Xun Lan, you were not like this before..."

How come this boy, who was as elegant as a bamboo, became as clingy as the pug Han Shu had raised before after a night of passion?

"Wait for me... please... please..."

Every good word corresponds to a heavy blow.

Han Shu's body and heart softened.

"Leave the money...bag here, and I'll consider this...good...nice calligraphy...as a sale to you."

Xun Lan straightened his clothes and the curve at the corner of his lips was a sign of his reward.

It turns out that it feels so refreshing to go crazy without following any rules.

The green curtain faded, and the sunlight was about to fall on the earth at any time: "Shu'er, it is difficult to escape the cage if you stay out of it. The only way to gamble is to join the game. Are you willing to believe me?"

The fingertips fell on the corner of the bitten lip: "I believe you, I always believe you."

After standing up and leaving the East Palace, Xun Lan headed towards the Shen Mansion.

On that bright morning, Xun Lan, a loyal and upright minister who was not very favored by Xia Hong in the past, brought Xia Hong an unexpected and generous gift.

At noon, Xia Ling opened his eyes from his bed.

The bed sheets and quilts were changed, but the lustful atmosphere of love was pervasive in the room.

After rubbing his sore and painful limbs, Xia Ling changed his clothes and washed up under the slightly guilty help of the young eunuch.

When Xia Ling suddenly turned around, he saw the handkerchief that was not stained with blood, and anger rose in his heart.

He rushed out of the bedroom holding the veil, and his heart was moved when he saw Han Shu, who looked more beautiful after a night of passion.

But after seeing Han Shu's cold eyes, all the charm disappeared: "Han Shu, you didn't have a bloody period on your wedding night, and you actually had sex with someone without a matchmaker before marriage!"

Han Shu cast a disdainful glance at the handkerchief. The man whom she had carried to the bed last night refused to use the mattress of the Eastern Palace no matter what. In the end, he forced her to take out the mattress she brought from home from the box room and use it as a mattress.

As for whether there was blood flow, Han Shu didn't pay attention.

She was already twenty-one, rode horses and practiced martial arts every day, and had escaped death several times on the battlefield. She was naturally different from those girls who got married at the age of fourteen or fifteen.

But she didn't want to tell Xia Ling about this.

If Xia Ling didn't come, she would be happy not to have to deal with it.

The anger on Xia Ling's face slowly turned into tenderness as he tightened and loosened his grip on the handkerchief.

"Could it be that the prince had never had sexual intercourse with anyone before his marriage?"

What Han Shu wants is the same equality as other men in this world.

Xia Ling, who had never heard such anti-Tian Gang words, immediately raised his hand and slapped Han Shu.

Before the slap landed on Han Shu's face, Han Shu pushed it back.

"Please don't get mad at me, Your Highness. If you are dissatisfied, you can go to the Emperor and Empress to reason with them and ask them to divorce me, a woman who didn't bleed on the night of marriage consummation."

The self-esteem in his heart was suppressed after hearing Han Shu's words.

Even if he were to sit on the throne in the future and win the hearts of soldiers all over the world, Xia Ling would still need Han Shu's reputation.

After tidying up his expression, Xia Ling looked at Han Shu with a smile.

"Just now I was worried about humiliating Shu'er and lost control. Please don't take it to heart."

Sitting in front of Han Shu, he poured her a cup of hot tea and said, "No matter what Shu'er looks like, I still love her."

"I heard from Xun Qing that the Queen Mother was scolding you. I will go and persuade the Queen Mother today. Please don't be angry about it."

Han Shu looked at Xia Ling, neither happy nor angry: "Prince, if you have anything to say, you may as well speak frankly."

"I have found an opportunity to kill Shen Jinmo for your brother. I wonder if Shu'er is willing to try?"

Han Shu's eyes, soaked with passion, were filled with hatred. She said immediately, "As long as Shen Jinmo can be killed, I will follow your instructions."

He leaned over to Han Shu's ear and explained in detail: "Shu'er, do you understand?"

Han Shu stood up and clasped his fists towards Xia Ling, his voice not suppressed at all: "I will definitely bring the most trusted brothers in the Tiger Power Army on board. At the first signal, we will kill Shen Jinmo. Please, Prince, do your best to contain the support forces."

The golden evening light sprinkled the clear water of Luo River. Amid the sparkling waves, a royal boat entwined with two golden dragons, which looked like a palace, entered the Luo River from the Imperial River, towed by thousands of guards and boatmen along the shore.

Standing on the imperial boat were the most favored royal relatives of Da Xia, as well as envoys from foreign countries who had come to congratulate Xia Hong on his birthday.

Behind the imperial barge were nine painted boats carved with scenes of the four seasons of Jiangnan. They were slightly smaller than the imperial barge, but much larger than ordinary people’s houses.

These pleasure boats were filled with ceremonial items that Xia Hong would need along the way.

Even if he left the capital to march outside, Xia Hong would not allow himself to suffer any injustice.

Xia Hong stood in the open space in front of the imperial boat, and a breeze carrying moisture blew slowly.

The dragon robe fluttered in the wind, and Xia Hong suddenly felt a sense of lightness, as if he was about to ascend to heaven at any time and last forever like the mountains, rivers, sun and moon.

Zhong Luoyue and Zhong Yuanyuan walked to the bow surrounded by a group of servants. Xia Hong took Zhong Yuanyuan's hand and pulled her to stand side by side with him.

All the land that the sun shines on is the emperor's territory, and all the sight sees are the subjects kneeling down in worship.

Even the breeze on the river showed its submission and did not dare to make the emperor feel unhappy.

"Look, sister-in-law, this is the kingdom I have built for you. Are you happy to see it?"

Zhong Yuanyuan looked around and saw the collars of the boatmen's clothes being torn by the reins, the clothes of the people kneeling on the ground covered with patches, and the children on the shore looking pale and weak.

Holding a round fan to block the sun, Zhong Yuanyuan said: "The spring scenery is beautiful, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring scenery is everywhere in the world."