The Love between Hanxiang and Qianlong

Zhihua gently hugged Yongan's neck and snuggled in his arms peacefully. The corners of her mouth involuntarily rose, revealing a sweet and happy smile.

Yong'an carefully carried Zhihua into the gorgeously decorated and festive sedan, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world in his arms.

He himself jumped onto the tall and mighty horse in a dashing manner, his posture as straight as a pine tree and full of high spirits.

In this way, they set off slowly and moved slowly along the streets of the imperial city.

Along the way, gongs and drums were blaring, suonas were playing, and it was so lively! People stopped to watch, their faces filled with joy and blessings.

Yong'an rode his horse at the front of the team, looking back at Zhihua in the sedan chair from time to time, his eyes full of affection and doting.

Finally, the wedding procession arrived at the gate of the palace. The bridesmaid hurried forward, helped Zhihua out of the sedan chair, and handed her a piece of red silk.

Zhihua held the red silk tightly and followed Yongan into the hall.

However, Zhihua felt a little confused at this moment: According to traditional customs, shouldn't the bride step over the fire basin and the saddle before entering the house?

But why are there no such links today?

Although she had her doubts, considering the current situation, Zhihua chose to remain silent and decided to wait until she entered the bridal chamber to ask Yongan about this matter.

The best man stood aside, staring at the hourglass intently. When he saw that the auspicious time was approaching, he loudly announced the official start of the ceremony.

After a series of complicated and solemn ceremonies, the wedding was successfully completed.

Yong'an happily picked up Zhihua and carried her horizontally in his arms, then walked into the new wedding room with firm and powerful steps.

After entering the room, Yong'an gently placed Zhihua on the wedding bed covered with red bedding, then gently picked up the wedding scale and carefully lifted the veil on her head that symbolized happiness and perfection.

When he saw the beautiful face like peach blossom in the picture, Yongan couldn't help but feel his throat tighten and swallowed hard.

Then he picked up two cups filled with fine wine and handed them to Zhihua with a smile.

The two stood facing each other, their eyes filled with love.

Witnessed by their relatives and friends, they drank together the cup of wine that symbolized eternal love.

After drinking the wedding wine, Yong'an drove out all the onlookers.

Then he closed the door and quickly came to the bedside. Unable to suppress the surging emotions in his heart any longer, he hugged Zhihua tightly in his arms and whispered softly.

"My lady, you are finally mine."

Before he finished speaking, he leaned over impatiently and kissed Zhihua's soft and warm lips passionately...

Zhihua blushed shyly and responded to him softly. In that instant, it seemed as if time had stopped.

Soon, the clothes on the two people fell like petals and scattered on the ground.

The wedding candle, a symbol of joy and happiness, swayed gently in the night breeze, flickering until it went out at dawn.

The next morning, the sun shone through the window onto the bed. Zhihua woke up late as expected, and her peaceful sleeping face was like a blooming flower, intoxicating.

Yongan stared at her quietly, his thoughts involuntarily drifting back to the beautiful moment last night when the two of them embraced each other passionately and were in perfect harmony.

The fire of desire that had just subsided was ignited again and burned fiercely.

However, when he saw Zhihua looking extremely exhausted, he felt a surge of pity in his heart, and ultimately he couldn't bear to wake her up.

So he quietly walked out of the room and came to the courtyard, letting the cold wind blow on his body, trying to calm his restless heart.

After a long period of cooling by the wind, the heat in his body finally slowly dissipated.

It was not until noon that Zhihua slowly opened her eyes and woke up.

At this moment, she only felt her whole body was soft and she couldn't muster any strength, but strangely, only one side of her thigh came with a burst of coolness. She must have thought that he was considerate and applied ointment for her while she was sleeping.

Thinking of this, Zhihua couldn't help but blush, but her heart was filled with happiness and sweetness.

At this moment, Yong'an noticed that Zhihua had woken up, and hurried back into the house, gently held her in his arms, and asked with concern.

"Madam, are you awake? Are you feeling unwell? Are you still feeling sick?"

Zhihua shook her head slightly, indicating that it was nothing serious. Then, she blinked her big watery eyes and asked curiously.

"My dear, why didn't we perform the custom of shooting the sedan chair door or jumping over the fire basin when we got married yesterday?"

Hearing this, Yongan raised a gentle smile and replied affectionately.

"Because my wife is the most precious person in my life, I really can't bear to let my wife suffer any grievances, so I canceled it."

After hearing this, Zhihua felt an indescribable emotion in her heart and her eyes became moist.

She couldn't help but move closer to Yong'an and gently kissed his soft and warm lips.

Seeing this, Yongan instantly turned from passive to active, pressed Zhihua tightly under his body, and kissed her passionately.

This kiss seemed to ignite a raging fire, making both of them fall into endless passion.

As time went by, their passion grew stronger and stronger. They could no longer suppress their inner impulse and enjoyed to their heart's content the pleasure and satisfaction brought by each other.

After a long while, the intense lovemaking finally came to a halt.

Yong'an looked at Zhihua, who looked as fragile as a flower ravaged by wind and rain, and couldn't help feeling a sense of guilt and pity.

He touched his nose guiltily and thought to himself.

"It's not that I indulged myself on purpose. She was just too charming and intoxicating that I couldn't control myself at all!"

After calming down a little, Yongan hurriedly got up and took the ointment and carefully applied it to Zhihua.

After applying the medicine, he gently coaxed Zhihua to enjoy dinner together.

After dinner, he gently picked up Zhihua and slowly paced around the mansion, feeling the peaceful atmosphere of the night.

Finally, he took Zhihua back to the inner room, personally helped her wash up, and then held her in his arms as she fell asleep, dreaming all night long.

At the same time, the Empress Dowager, who was far away in the Cining Palace, had been waiting for a long time, but the newlyweds never came to pay their respects.

With her understanding of Yong'an, she naturally understood that this must be another trouble caused by Yong'an.

However, thinking about the two newlyweds, it is normal for them to feel emotional, so the old lady did not blame them too much. She just smiled and shook her head, indicating that she could let them be.

The next morning, Zhihua woke up early, dressed herself up, and went to the Cining Palace to pay her respects to the Empress Dowager.

The old lady looked at Zhimian's rosy and radiant face, and knew in her heart that she must have had a very happy and fulfilling night, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Just when everyone was immersed in peace and joy, suddenly, Nanny Kang came running over with a panicked look to report.

"Master Buddha, something terrible has happened! Please go to Baoyue Tower and take a look. The Queen...I'm afraid she may not be able to hold on any longer!"

When Mr. Buddha heard the news, he staggered back suddenly and his face turned extremely ugly.

Then, she signaled to Nanny Gui to come over and support her, and quickened her pace towards Baoyue Tower.

It turned out that as early as yesterday, when Zhihua got married in grand style, Hanxiang had already felt that her mental state was deteriorating, but she gritted her teeth and held on.

When she woke up this morning, she felt like she could hardly open her eyes.