In June, the nineteenth year of Jianlong.
Prince Zhu Xuxing married the crown princess into the Qiankun Palace, worshiped heaven and earth, and bowed in the main hall.
Xie Wuyou was dressed elegantly, and her gorgeous makeup could not hide the exquisiteness of her facial features, especially her piercing eyes, which were beautiful and shining with hope. Her exquisite and slender body gave off a calm and calm noble look. Qi, as high as the bright moon in the sky.
The royal happy event is celebrated by everyone.
All officials of the sixth rank and above of the imperial court had to line up to watch the ceremony, except for Hou Weili in Tsing Yi who was absent.
Xie Ningchao stood at the head of the crowd, watching his granddaughter walking up the stone steps step by step. He hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to thank her, crying with tears streaming down his face, which was very grandiose.
The journey from Qiankun Palace back to Jianzhang Palace was very scenic. The palace people knelt down neatly to welcome the arrival of the crown prince and crown princess.
In the Chunhe Hall, there was an unharmful silence.
Xu Zhihuai was sorting out the rewards sent last night, including silks, gold and silver utensils, and he was taking them out one by one. The table soon ran out of space.
While Jinhua was amazed, she still didn't forget to run outside the hall and look around.
Xu Zhihuai called her back and saw her licking her fingernails nervously, so he couldn't help but ask: "Why are you so restless?"
Jinhua was babbling and pointing out the window.
Xu Zhihuai shook his head at her: "Don't worry about things outside. No matter what happens, we will stay in this palace."
Jinhua nodded repeatedly and made several gestures but felt it was not enough. She hurriedly stepped forward and picked up the pen and ink and wrote two words, "Master Hou" crookedly.
When Xu Zhihuai saw it, he immediately balled up the paper and tore it into pieces.
Jinhua opened her mouth slightly, a little confused.
Xu Zhihuai lowered his voice and said word by word: "Don't mention him in the future! Only you and I know about the past. God knows and the earth knows."
Jinhua bit her lip and nodded, inexplicably nervous.
Xu Zhihuai had no intention of blaming her: "It's God's will that our master and servant can still depend on each other despite going around in circles. The palace is no different than outside, so remember to be careful."
Jinhua was still obedient and put her mind away to organize her things. But after a while, she couldn't help but pick up the pen and ink and write out of curiosity.
Xu Zhihuai lowered his eyes slightly and understood instantly: "I will see you sooner or later, what is there to be curious about?"
Jinhua picked up the pen again and hesitantly wrote the word "fear".
"What are you afraid of?"
Xu Zhihuai immediately put away the pen and ink with a calm expression: "It's not us who should be afraid, and it won't be us."
If His Highness shows up tonight, she is 100% sure that he will stay.
The prince and his wife went to the main hall together and returned to Jianzhang Palace.
Xie Wuyou was struggling with the complicated and heavy dress and accessories. He was carefully supported by the palace ladies and nuns all the way, and he crossed the many thresholds to the palace.
The red tent of the Golden Pavilion is full of jewels, gorgeous and extravagant.
Zhu Xuxing, who was wearing a bright red wedding robe, strode through the door. The people in the palace saluted and congratulated each other. Then they brought trays and invited the prince and princess to drink Hehuan wine together.
Xie Wuyou raised her eyes slightly, looking at Zhu Xiuxing and her husband.
There was no joy on Zhu Xingxing's handsome face, but instead there was a kind of concentration and seriousness. He drank the wine meticulously and put down the glass. Then he looked at Xie Wuyou's smiling face and said solemnly: "You have worked hard today." Now, let the palace ladies take care of you and rest early."
A seemingly caring word made Xie Wuyou's smile freeze at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes flashed, and she struggled fiercely in her heart. She suppressed the questions that were about to come out and just smiled lightly: "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness."
Zhu Xuxing's eyes only stayed on her face for a moment, calm and calm.
This was not the first time the two met, and they didn't feel familiar or strange.
Xie Wuyou endured silence because she read four words on Zhu Xuxing's face: no interest.
His heart was not with her at all, and he didn't even bother to pretend other than to be polite.
To put it bluntly, everything today is just a show, a good show for the world to see.
Looking at Zhu Xuxing's hurried away figure, everyone was stunned and the atmosphere was awkward. Only Xie Wuyou remained calm, closed her eyes, and ordered the maids to take off her full body ornaments and bright red wedding dress.
My body feels lighter, but the burden on my heart is heavier.
It is not difficult to retain His Highness, but there are some words that once spoken, he is completely at a disadvantage. Thinking about this, Xie Wuyou simply calmed down and waited until the end.
After all, this was their wedding night, and His Highness would never leave her alone on an empty bed.
The night is getting darker and the moon is shining over the treetops.
Xu Zhihuai was sleeping quietly on the imperial concubine's couch. Her long black hair was scattered on both sides of her face, making her skin as white as snow.
Her breathing was light and shallow, and her eyelashes were long and curved.
Under the bright moonlight, Zhu Xuxing looked at her red and swollen eyes and the slight blush on her cheeks, and suddenly frowned. He knew that she must have cried secretly, and cried for a long time.
The warm night breeze blows, and the fragrance floats faintly.
Begonia and late osmanthus are fragrant and fragrant.
The tip of Xu Zhihuai's nose twitched and he knew that Zhu Xuxing was coming.
Zhu Xuxing was half-hidden in the shadows, his phoenix eyes shining with a moving light.
He gently stretched out his hand and stroked Xu Zhihuai's soft hair, then leaned over and covered her with warm lips and a moist kiss.
Xu Zhihuai woke up leisurely and murmured in a low voice: "Why is Your Highness here..."
"Shh, don't talk."
He grabbed her thin wrist, his eyes shining with heat.
When the first candle burned out, Xie Wuyou lowered his eyes and concentrated on sipping the tea, unintentionally counting the marigolds scattered in the cup.
The petals are blooming freely and freely, which is particularly comfortable to look at.
When the second candle burned out, Zhu Xuxing pulled down the bed curtain and held Xu Zhihuai tightly in his arms. The two were deeply affectionate and intimate. Smiling, Xu Zhihuai held his big palm and put it against his chest, saying softly: "Your Highness, did you hear it? My heart is beating for Your Highness. Whether it's a day or two, or a lifetime, I will wait. Your Highness."
Zhu Xuxing lowered his head and rested his head on her chest. Listening to her pounding heartbeat, he was inexplicably moved. He embedded her deeply into his arms, gently caressed every inch of her body with his slender fingers, and sighed softly.
When the third candle burned out, Xie Wuyou had a look of sleepiness on her face. She supported her head with one hand and closed her eyes to rest. She only listened to her personal maid, Xiurong, cautiously whispering: "Mother, someone from outside has said that Your Highness I have already rested in Chunhe Hall, and I’m afraid... I won’t be back tonight.”
The autumn light of silver candles paints the screen coldly, and the night sky is as cold as water.
So cold.
Xie Wuyou's eyelashes trembled slightly, he closed his eyes and asked, "What time is it?"
"Go back to your Majesty, it's almost the third update."
Xie Wuyou pondered for a moment, then said, "Just wait a little longer."
She still had to wait, no matter how slim or hopeless it was, if she went to bed early, she would lose even this little chance.
Xiurong lowered her head silently after hearing this, and put on a new candlestick. As a result, she waited and waited, until it was dawn and the birds in the courtyard woke up and started chirping, but she still didn't see the prince.
Xie Wuyou finally ran out of patience, her eyes were gloomy and heavy, and she blew out the candle in one breath as if she was angry.
Because she had been sitting for too long, before she could stand still, her legs were involuntarily weak due to numbness. This made Xiurong startled, and she hurriedly stretched out her hand to support her: "My queen, please don't be sad, the future is long..."
Xie Wuyou's legs trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with sadness, but he couldn't express it in words. She endured it for a moment and then said: "It's just the first night, it's not worth my sadness."
