The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

Wen Qingcheng was a little unhappy, but she didn't dwell on the child's fault. She whispered a few words to Bai Wei and asked Bai Wei and the others to drive these people away.

Mo Ying was pleased to see that Wen Qingcheng didn't say anything, knowing that Wen Qingcheng was born into a lowly family and didn't know anything. She boldly continued, "Second sister-in-law, there is a rule in Kyoto that the bride must pay respect to the sister-in-law of her husband's family. Our eldest sister-in-law has prepared a red envelope for you."

Zhu Ling had lived in the Marquis' Mansion since she was a child, but she had never heard of this custom in Kyoto. How could a bride pay respect to her sister-in-law in the bridal chamber? This Mo Ying was clearly bullying her daughter because she was not a native of Kyoto and did not understand the customs, and deliberately made her look bad.

Zhu Ling said, "Miss Ying, you are wrong. I have served my master in the Marquis' Mansion in Kyoto since I was a child, and I have never heard of such a custom."

Wen Qingcheng knew that Mo Ying was trying to please Kang and deliberately embarrass her. These two wanted to intimidate her on the wedding night. She didn't want to say much on this happy day, but facing these people, if she gave in blindly, they would only push her further.

"Mo Ying, you are a housewife and I think you don't know the rules of marriage. As your sister-in-law, I have to teach you well, so that you won't make a fool of yourself in the future and make people laugh at our Qin Palace. Zhu Ling, you come and tell Miss Ying about the rules of marriage for newlyweds in Kyoto." Wen Qingcheng said in a calm voice.

Mo Ying didn't expect Wen Qingcheng to be so emotionally stable. She actually said in front of so many people that she wanted to teach her, and let her maid teach her! She was not the kind of person who was easy to control! Mo Ying was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but she couldn't refute it. It was natural for a sister-in-law to teach her sister-in-law.

Mo Ying's face flushed red, and Kang came out to smooth things over, inviting all those who had come to make trouble in the bridal chamber to go out for the feast. Mo Jinghong's two big maids came at this time, gradually evacuated the people, and closed the door. Wen Qingcheng felt that the world suddenly became quiet.

After everyone left, Bai Wei and Zhu Ling drove out the two maids, Qing Luo and Xia Nan, from Mo Jinghong's room. One brought tea, and the other brought snacks, and came to feed Wen Qingcheng. "Zhu Ling, Bai Wei, I just realized how amazing you are."

Zhu Ling said: "They are too much. They bully you right after you get married."

Bai Wei said: "We have to be tougher in the future. Our girl is the princess, so why should they do that?"

Wen Qingcheng smiled and said, "That's right. Actually, I don't like this kind of house fighting. We don't like to pick fights, but we're not afraid of them either. When we first enter the mansion, we must be more aggressive and fight with one punch to avoid a hundred punches."

Wen Qingcheng was eating when she heard a group of people coming outside the door. It seemed that Mo Jinghong had returned. Bai Wei wiped the corners of Wen Qingcheng's mouth and went to open the door for Mo Jinghong.

Mo Jinghong was supported by two people and came to the door. Bai Wei said, "Why did the prince drink so much?"

Zhu Ling said: "I'll ask Qingluo and the others to make a bowl of sobering soup."

Mo Jinghong came in drunk and took off his coat and threw it to Bai Wei. Bai Wei hung up the coat with a hint of disgust and went out to get some water. Mo Jinghong closed the door and staggered to Wen Qingcheng's bed.

"Cheng'er..." Mo Jinghong sat on the bed and fell on it. Wen Qingcheng knew that he was drunk, so she sighed helplessly, got up from the bed, and squatted down to take off Mo Jinghong's shoes.

Mo Jinghong did drink quite a lot. The new emperor Mo Lianche also came tonight, so he drank a few more glasses. However, he left soon, and then everyone started drinking happily.

After a brief dizziness, Mo Jinghong's eyesight cleared up, his leg muscles tightened, he sat up, and with his long arms, he hugged Wen Qingcheng into his arms. He reached out to lift her red veil, and her stunning face immediately appeared in front of Mo Jinghong.

Mo Jinghong looked at the beautiful face under the candlelight, his heart surged, and he murmured, "What a beautiful princess, what a beautiful city." In just a few seconds, Mo Jinghong recalled how he and Wen Qingcheng met, got to know each other, and fell in love. At this moment, he really married her. There were too many hardships along the way. He had dreamed of marrying her countless times, and at this moment it finally became a reality. She was in the Qin Palace, in his arms.

Wen Qingcheng was a little dazed when facing the drunken man. Wasn't he drunk? Why was he talking so logically at this moment?

"Are you drunk or not?"

Mo Jinghong looked at Wen Qingcheng steadily, his eyes dark, "How could I get drunk on such an important day? I finally got to marry you. God knows how hard I waited for this day."

Mo Jinghong said as he leaned forward and kissed those cherry red lips. When Wen Qingcheng opened her eyes again, Mo Jinghong had already taken off his clothes, with his collar wide open, revealing his solid chest and abdominal muscles. Even though Wen Qingcheng had seen him before, now that he held her in his arms, with her body pressed against those solid chest muscles, her heart still beat out of rhythm.

Mo Jinghong grabbed Wen Qingcheng's small hand and pressed it against the firm chest muscles. "Touch it, I know you like it. And here..."

Mo Jinghong grabbed Wen Qingcheng's hand and slid it down to the abdominal muscles. Mo Jinghong's Adam's apple slid, and he whispered in Wen Qingcheng's ear in a seductive voice: "Do you like it?"

Without waiting for Wen Qingcheng to reply, Mo Jinghong moved closer, and his hot, alcoholic breath sprayed on Wen Qingcheng's face like a feather. Mo Jinghong started kissing her cheeks, and finally sealed her cherry lips. His big hands wandered over Wen Qingcheng's body. At some point, those big hands untied Wen Qingcheng's belt and opened her collar.

"Wait a moment, I'll do it myself." Wen Qingcheng was suddenly at a loss. They had never been so close before. She was not used to it and felt a little embarrassed.

At this moment, Bai Wei knocked on the door and brought the hangover soup and hot water. Wen Qingcheng tied her waist belt and went to open the door. She washed her face, took off her crown, removed all the tedious things on her body, rinsed her mouth, and then walked to the bed step by step. Seeing Mo Jinghong half lying on the bed waiting for her, she sat beside the bed. "Bai Wei and the others have brought the hangover soup. Do you want to drink it first?"

"I'm not drunk." Mo Jinghong said as he grabbed Wen Qingcheng's hand and held her in his arms. Feeling the coolness coming from his palm, Wen Qingcheng in his arms trembled unconsciously.

"Why are your hands so cold?" Mo Jinghong noticed that something was wrong with her. His little girl was too nervous. Was she scared by his actions just now?

"Cheng'er... I'm your Big Brother Mo, your husband. We're so close now, don't be nervous, relax. Let's just hug and talk for a while, and sleep if you're tired."

Wen Qingcheng nodded and lay down on the bed. Mo Jinghong held Wen Qingcheng in his arms and kissed her hair lightly. "You smell so good. Did you know that you have a special scent?"