The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 450

The girl's fingertips were white and tender, and she turned to one side indifferently, making the palace servants beside her stunned.

The young man's phalanx is slender, without excess fat, which makes the originally beautiful joints even more beautiful.

But now being supported by the palace servants and hanging in the air, she is very lonely and pitiful.

How could Luo Heng not notice it.

The eyelashes of the beauty under the hijab trembled violently, and his eye sockets began to gradually turn red.

But he didn't speak or move anything, even if he was humiliated silently and indifferently by the girl in front of everyone, he remained silent.

Or maybe he had already prepared for the worst.

Today he looks extremely well-behaved, the majestic king of a country, married to the new queen of the empire, willing to be the queen in her harem, and he can't see the slightest complaint from him.

Even when he learned that Concubine Jiang was going to be the queen, and that he was going to marry Concubine Jiang, he didn't show any displeasure on his face, instead he was still actively and quickly completing the matter secretly.

In just two days, the two people who were originally hostile have become husband and wife who have worshiped heaven and earth.

After worshiping the heaven and earth ceremony, the palace people took Luo Heng back to the bedroom, waiting for Aunt Jiang to come back at night.

As for Concubine Jiang, she was dragged to drink by He Jiayou.

I don't know how much alcohol was drunk, Jiang Yu finally returned to the bedroom drunk with the help of the palace servants.

In the bedroom, the red candles of dragon and phoenix are burning, and the room is full of festive red at first glance. Walking in, it feels inexplicably hot and dry.

Aunt Jiang yawned, and walked lazily inside.

The drunkenness was already on the top, the scene in front of her was a little blurry, and Aunt Jiang couldn't see it very clearly.

She half-closed her eyes and walked in step by step.

Drunk on the top, inexplicably a little hot.

As she walked, she disheveledly pulled at her skirt, revealing her delicate white collarbone.

I don't know if it relieved a little heat, Jiang Yu's eyes narrowed a little comfortably.

She shook her half-conscious head, and walked towards the young man who was sitting by the window and waiting for her obediently.

Looking at the red hijab that the young man was wearing, and the Xicheng standing next to him, Aunt Jiang completely ignored it. She reached out and lifted the young man's red hijab.

Along with that, the hijab was lifted by the girl, and her eyes began to half-closed lazily.

A corner of the red cloth curtain was lifted, and there were light golden tassels hanging from the cloth curtain, and now it was shaking slightly in mid-air.

The young man in front of her looked a little strange, probably because Aunt Jiang was used to his elegant and detached appearance, wearing a snow-colored long gown, clean and spotless, like the high and untouchable divine mansion above the nine clouds.

She is still so beautiful and stunning, but with the faint crimson eyes, there is an indescribable charm.

Under Aunt Jiang's lowered gaze, she could clearly see the young man's half-raised long eyelashes, revealing a pair of light green pupils under the long eyelashes, which seemed to be drawn by the dim red candlelight. It's smudged, and it's so deep that it makes people feel as deep as a flame.

I don't know if it's because of crying, but Jiang Yu always feels that the end of the young man's eyes is slightly red.

Aunt Jiang took a glance, then looked away, and said indifferently: "You can sleep tonight, I will go to the side hall."

(End of this chapter)