After Mu Wanqing gave him a kiss, her heart was thumping wildly, her cheeks were flushed, and she was extremely shy. Her already bright red face became even more gorgeous.
Suddenly thinking of something, she hurriedly pushed him away and said in a low voice, "We … we haven't drunk the nuptial wine yet."
Song Qingshu hugged her slender waist and felt that it was warm and soft. He couldn't help but stare at her beautiful face in a daze. "How can you drink the nuptial wine?"
"I'm not wine." Hearing her lover's praise, Mu Wanqing was also extremely happy. "But the nuptial wine can't be saved. My mother said that one huo should be divided into two ladles. The son-in-law and the wife should each hold one to complete the final ceremony of marriage. Only then will both husband and wife receive the blessings of heaven."
Song Qingshu was startled. "Isn't the final ceremony to enter the bridal room?"
"After drinking the nuptial wine, you can do whatever you want …" Speaking of this, Mu Wanqing was already extremely shy and almost buried her head in her clothes.
Hearing her extremely soft voice, especially that kind of feeling of infinite shyness, made Song Qingshu's index finger move. He almost turned into a werewolf on the spot. However, he was very clear that for a woman, the sense of ceremony was the most important. If she didn't drink the nuptial wine, it would become a lifetime regret for her.
So he resisted the impulse in his heart and reached out to suck the wine pot and wine cup over. Every time this happened, he couldn't help but sigh at the goodness of the martial arts world. No matter how advanced the technological society was, for individuals, sometimes it might not be as convenient as martial arts.
Handing the yuanyang cup full of wine to Mu Wanqing, Song Qingshu looked at her beautiful face that was like the first blooming spring flower and said solemnly, "Wan mei, after today, we will become a real husband and wife. If I let you down in the future, I will definitely teach Heaven …"
Mu Wanqing hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth, and her pair of beautiful eyes revealed tenderness. "Good brother, I understand your intentions. I don't need you to swear. Even if you really let me down, it's my own bitter fate. I can't blame you."
Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel tenderness. "Wan mei ~"
Seeing him approach her face again, Mu Wanqing's face turned slightly red. Her voice was soft and pleasant. "Drink the nuptial wine first."
"I almost forgot." Song QingShu suddenly came to his senses. Holding her hand, they drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.
Then they threw their wine cups to the side. Song Qingshu could no longer suppress the feelings in his heart and directly lowered his head to kiss her. The girl's unique fragrance lingered in his nose. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
In the end, Song QingShu was no longer satisfied with just kissing her, especially when he saw her cheeks like fire, indescribably tender and lovely. Her pair of watery eyes, a pair of hands quietly reached into her clothes, feeling her youthful and elastic skin.
As he gazed at her face that was like a crabapple sleeping in the spring and her body that was like a lotus that had just bloomed, Song Qingshu never expected that she, who was usually somewhat cold, would actually be so lively and charming. In a certain instant, she was actually ninety percent similar to Qin Hongmian's charm.
Song Qingshu was shocked. Why did I think of her at this time? I've sinned, I've sinned. He hurriedly restrained his mind and got rid of the distracting thoughts. But the more he did so, the more clear Qin Hongmian's beautiful and fragrant side became in his mind.
Song Qingshu secretly had a headache. It seemed that last time at Jie Tan Temple, and this time Li Qinglu's teasing, he stopped at the last moment, which instead caused a knot in his heart. There were eight sufferings in life. Birth, old age, illness, and death, sorrow, anger, separation from love, resentment, and unattainable. Qin Hongmian belonged to the category of unattainable.
Unattainable was one of the eight sufferings. If it was so easy to see through, the world would have long been filled with eminent monks who obtained it.
Originally, with Song Qingshu's temperament, he wouldn't look at a woman in such a special light. But after two unattainable encounters, it made Qin Hongmian become special.
Human nature was like this. What they couldn't obtain was the best. Once they obtained it, they didn't know how to cherish it. Originally, it was very easy to get rid of this mental barrier. They only needed to obtain it once, but the relationship between the two of them was destined to be impossible.
The more it was like this, the more it encouraged the unattainable mental barrier. Song Qingshu was like this, and Qin Hongmian, who was tossing and turning in another palace, was also like this.
Feeling the delicate breathing of the lady in his arms and the waves of fragrance, Song Qingshu's blood vessels expanded in an instant. His lust was like a tide and he couldn't stop it. He carried her to the bed and put down the curtain of the dragon bed …
Her soft and tender cheeks were pressed against his face. He heard the tender cries of "Langjun, Langjun" in his ears. He smelled the delicate fragrance on her body. How could his spirit not be fluttering?
…
The next morning, Song Qingshu got up early, but Mu Wanqing was sleeping very sweetly. He couldn't bear to wake her up, so he got up and washed himself. Then, he went to the imperial study to review the memorials from all over the country.
Originally, the Emperor and Empress' wedding was not only a general amnesty, but also a two-day holiday for the whole country. But others could rest, but he couldn't. Now that the Xixia had gone through a series of turmoil, there were a lot of things to do. He had to stabilize the situation as soon as possible and then train Mu Wanqing, Yelu Nanxian, and Li Qinglu to take over the government. After all, he couldn't stay here forever.
Not long after he came out of the room, he ran into Li Qinglu. She said with a smile, "Hey, the groom woke up so early."
"What can I do? There are so many things to deal with. You came at the right time. Come with me to the imperial study. I need you to help Mu Wanqing with these things in the future." Song Qingshu asked her to go with him.
"What about Sister Mu? She should learn more." Li Qinglu said with a smile.
Song Qingshu blushed. "It's a little inconvenient for her. She should sleep a little more in the morning."
Li Qinglu hurriedly moved closer to him and asked with a gossipy face, "How … was last night? It seems like the battle was very intense. "
Song Qingshu: "…"
At first, he thought she was a quiet girl. After the two of them got to know each other, he realized what a seductive woman she was.
Li Qinglu then asked, "Meng Lang, who do you think is better between me and Sister Mu?"
Song Qingshu's face darkened. He naturally understood that the other party wasn't more serious, but more at night … But was there anyone in the world who would compare a pestering lover with another woman?
Li Qinglu seemed to know that he wouldn't answer, so she answered her own question, "Hey, actually, I know even if you don't say it. You definitely think Sister Mu is better."
"Why?" Song Qingshu was curious.
"Because Sister Mu looks very similar to Qin Hongmian. For a few moments last night, you probably thought she was Qin Hongmian. One moment she was a madam, the next moment she was a daughter. Which man could forget such an exciting experience? Of course, I can't compare." Li Qinglu analyzed seriously.
Song Qingshu finally couldn't take it anymore. "What has Li Qiushui taught you all these years? Why are there so many perverted thoughts in your little head!"
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