And he soon had a second dream.
This is a long dream.
He dreamed that his matchmaker was marrying the empress Xuanyuan Jing.
Eight large sedans were carried, thousands of people greeted them, and the seats were filled with distinguished friends.
Jing'er was wearing clothes as red as the clouds and tied with a belt.
The night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber.
Jing'er untied her hair tie, her black hair was like a waterfall. At this moment, the night elf-like woman was like the mist covered by the sunset, beautiful and hot.
This fiery red dress set off Jing'er's figure extremely well. The exquisite curves outlined an indescribable grace. It was as red as the morning glow reflecting the snow, as red as the sunset reflecting the water. It was so majestic that it turned Jing'er's face red. The eyes of two people.
He heard a prayer to heaven and earth, and he remembered the first time they met, you threatened me, and I threatened you.
He heard the second bow in the high hall, and seemed to hear the sigh of the third uncle's spirit in heaven.
He heard the couple bowing to each other. He and Jing'er were kneeling opposite each other, with each other in their eyes. Their affection was endless, and the past was like a torrential rain.
The two of them bowed to each other and made a lifelong vow.
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Only a single man and a few women were left in Nuo Da's Yangxin Hall.
He and Jing'er sat on the edge of the bed, holding each other's hands, but the warmth in their palms was burning each other, getting hotter and hotter.
Neither of them spoke.
The bridal chamber was small and the candlelight was a bit cold. Jing'er was wearing a bright red wedding dress and said softly:
"Wujiang, I feel like I'm having a dream in front of flowers and under the moon at this moment."
His hands gently held Jing'er's waist, and he slowly lowered her body onto the bed with red waves of embroidered quilts.
But Jing'er didn't seem to notice the "danger" coming, her eyes lingering on his face like gossamer.
Jing'er lay flat on the bed, her body rising and falling like a mountain.
The bulging skirt, the curvature of the mountains and ridges, the waist that is tightened, and the blooming hip line.
Every curve of the body is graceful and just right, just right for this person.
He gently lifted a corner of her skirt, and her fair and exquisite feet slid in front of his eyes.
Jing'er's calves shrank slightly, a little embarrassed.
He grabbed Jing'er's jade feet, massaged the soft soles, and then followed the curve of the smooth and white calves with his hands, all the way to the knees.
Jing'er's hands grasped the sheets uneasily, without saying a word or resisting.
Caressing the slender and round jade legs with one hand, Wujiang tenderly looked at Jing'er's beautiful face with picturesque features that fascinated all living beings, and leaned forward to kiss her.
Jing'er's thick black long eyelashes blinked and she closed her eyes.
She felt two soft and warm lips covering her red lips, and then the wet heat broke through her teeth and invaded her mouth.
The affection is lingering.
Jing'er's pretty face turned red.
At the same time, Wujiang's hands had already moved along her waist and began to untie her Luo Qun.
The tight skirt was slightly loosened and swayed to both sides, revealing silk-white underwear.
The two kissed deeply until their lips parted, but their cheeks were still very close to each other, and the tips of their noses seemed to be touching, and their breaths were embracing each other.
"If there is anything I did wrong later, I hope my wife will tell you." He said softly.
"Hmph, why are you pretending to be gentle? You want to strip me naked now, right?" Jing'er snorted, feeling ashamed and angry.
"I just like to see how tough you are right now." Wujiang suddenly tilted his head and took Jing'er's earlobe in his mouth.
A shy hum.
Jing'er felt like the cold winter snow was melting on her delicate body, warm and sweet. The melting of ice and snow was unstoppable. It was also like the blazing sun in the cold winter, scorching hot and filling her heart.
She hummed again, and the emperor's full chest rose and fell, like the waves on the seaside during winter and spring.
Her long autumn eyes were full of mist that was naturally alluring. The boundless blooming heat made her so charming at this moment that she almost wanted to turn all living beings upside down.
She gently hooked Wujiang's neck.
Barabara.
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