Yesterday, Boling triumphed, defeating another major warlord in the north, Bingzhou Chen Xiang, who came to invade. Tonight is the wedding of the prince and the prince. The sheep and pigs are slaughtered in the barracks. .

Wei Shao began to rule the army himself at the age of seventeen. Whenever he was in camp, he would eat in the same pot and sleep in the same tent with the soldiers. The soldiers respected and feared him, and rarely had the opportunity to let go of a drink on weekdays. Tonight, the joy was added to the joy. There was a cheer, and the soldiers rushed over to check, and saw that Wei Shao actually went out of the city to the barracks, and toasted the soldiers who fought bravely and recaptured Boling in person.

On the wedding night of Junhou, he did not forget to go out of the city to console the soldiers. The whole company suddenly boiled up. Soldiers surrounded him and rushed to toast him to congratulate the newlyweds. Wei Shao smiled, and he was also very arrogant. He did not refuse anyone who came, and Wei Liang, who was still with him, was afraid that he would get drunk and miss the bridal chamber. , repeatedly pushed for him, and Wei Shao was finally able to escape and return to the city, but at this time, the night was already deep.

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After the ceremony, the bride was led to the new house where Wei Shao usually lived in Sheyang. After Xiao Qiao was served and removed her clothes, she asked Chunniang and the maids to go down first. The maids filed out, and in the end Chunniang was left standing there, refusing to go out.

Chunniang's husband was originally a soldier of the Qiao family. She gave birth to a daughter at the age of 20. Before her confinement was born, her husband unfortunately died in a battle. Her parents-in-law would not tolerate her and wanted to remarry her for money. Li Xin got a daughter-in-law, and was just looking for a suitable wet nurse, thinking that if he was chosen, he would definitely get more money than selling his daughter-in-law, so he searched for a way to go in. Chunniang is healthy and healthy. Xiao Qiao's mother asked about her. She was peaceful and honest. Without her husband, her in-laws wanted to sell her. She couldn't bear it, and her husband died fighting for the Qiao family. Don't be shy, ask the goddess to cleanse her and let her be Xiao Qiao's wet nurse. Chunniang was grateful for the pictures, and raised Xiao Qiao with all her heart. Now that Xiao Qiao was married far away, she was naturally reluctant and followed him.

At this moment, the flower candles in the bridal chamber are a beautiful sight, but it always seems to be missing such a piece of perfection. Chunniang thought of Wei Shao, who she had just seen. She was tall and strong, with strong Confucius and martial arts. At a glance, she knew that she was used to licking blood with the head of a knife, but the daughter of the emperor was coquettish and timid, and her thighs were probably not as thick as his outstretched arms. , In addition, it was just in the first year of her life, lest Wei Shao would be violent, and if she was treated rudely, she would probably endure hardship, and she would not be able to let it go.

Although Chunniang is a maid, she is also like a half mother. When Xiao Qiao saw her looking at him hesitating to say anything, with a worried look on his face, he went up to comfort him.

Chunniang tried her best to show a happy expression, attached to Xiao Qiao's ear, and repeatedly warned, saying that when Wei Hou entered the room and bowed to her, don't forget to serve him in a delicate state, to arouse his love, and the men are born with love and love, Be gentle with nature.

"Don't be brave. Remember, remember!"

Xiao Qiao listened to her repeatedly telling herself this, and only then did she understand the reason why she was reluctant to leave just now. Although the two lived together, probably not enough experience in this area, I couldn't help but blushed slightly after hearing this, and nodded randomly in response.

Chunniang then let go of her hand and walked out of the new house with three steps.

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In the end, there was only Xiao Qiao left in the room, waiting for the arrival of the groom Wei Shao.

This is a square and spacious bedroom. At the entrance, there is a six-panel black-faced and red-backed lacquer-painted folded screen with cloud and dragon patterns, which separates the bedroom into an inner and outer room. A large bed is placed beside the screen, and the bed is laid with brand-new red bedding, the quilts are neatly pillowed, and a double jade bib with valley patterns hangs over one side of the tent, which is not only for decoration, but also to exorcise evil spirits in the new house. On the opposite ground is a low rectangular couch for sitting, covered with velvet mattresses, with a table in the middle, and the rest of the cabinets and boxes are placed against the wall. On the lampstand, a pair of red candles as thick as children's arms are lit. , In addition, there will be no extra accessories in the room.

After Xiao Qiao looked at the room, she stood in the middle and stared at Hong Zhu in a daze.

Affected by Chunniang's exhortation just now, Xiao Qiao, who had no major feelings at first, gradually became a little nervous.

In the previous life, Xiao Qiao secretly met with her cousin Da Qiao for the last time many years later. At that time, Wei Shao was about to become emperor. Madam, he ignored her and left her to fend for itself.

It was also at that meeting that Xiao Qiao knew that since the first day Da Qiao married him, he hadn't touched her finger.

Although Da Qiao is not as beautiful as Xiao Qiao, he is also very beautiful. He didn't even touch a beautiful woman who had become his wife, which shows how much he hated the Qiao family. Although he hated it to such a degree, but agreed to marry and marry Qiao's daughter, his scheming and forbearance were not something ordinary people could do.

It was with such a preconceived impression that Xiao Qiao felt that this Wei Shao would not touch him tonight. But as long as it doesn't happen, nothing is uncertain.

What if?

If he had a normal marriage with him, looking at his size and weight, and sitting down heavier, he might be able to vomit blood. If he was in a bad mood—this possibility is very high. In the eyes of the people of the time, he was ready for marriage, but in reality, it would take another two days before he could barely make up his 15-year-old body.

She couldn't imagine herself, as Chunniang had told her, when she was doing that kind of thing, what kind of softness would overcome her strength under him. Xiao Qiao had married Liu Yan in her previous life, but as herself, although she could not be called ignorant, after all, she had not had time to accumulate any practical experience in this area, so she came here and became Xiao Qiao today.

The more Xiao Qiao thought about it, the more uncertain she became. Finally, she settled down and continued to sit on the low couch on the ground opposite the big bed in a daze.

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When she first came here, she was not used to the sitting posture. At present, high-legged chairs and stools only appear in the tribes of the northern Hu people, and sitting with high-legged legs is considered a rude and rude behavior. As long as she sits down, she can only maintain two postures in front of people. Either kneeling with the buttocks on the heels, which is considered a relatively relaxed daily sitting posture, or raising the buttocks and straightening the upper body, called long kneeling, also called sundae sitting, is a sign of getting up or welcoming guests and showing respect to others. kind of sitting posture.

No matter what kind of sitting position, Xiao Qiao couldn't maintain it for a long time, and it was even more impossible for him to be like Chunniang, who sat for an hour without moving for embroidery and needlework. In the past, as long as there were no outsiders in front of her, Chunniang would scold her for being indecent. She often switched to sitting with her feet straight to relax her legs, so she still hasn't learned the ability to kneel for a long time.

Xiao Qiao sat upright on the couch for a long time, but still didn't see Wei Shao coming back. It was quiet outside, and no sound could be heard, so he straightened his legs, scooped up a box from the side, relaxed his limbs, and half-lying and half-leaning on the couch.

It was freezing cold outside, the brazier in the house was burning brightly and warmly, and there was a faint scent of incense in the air. She hadn't slept well last night, and today she was struggling for another day. Gradually, Xiao Qiao became sleepy, and when she was about to fall asleep, there was a sudden movement in her ears.

someone is coming. Then, she heard the maid outside calling: "Men return."

Male monarch is the honorary title given to male master by servants and concubines in the family, as opposed to female monarch.

Xiao Qiao Sleepy immediately ran away, rubbed his eyes, and got up from the couch. Just as he returned to his kneeling posture, he heard the sound of the door being pushed open. He raised his head and saw a tall figure swaying behind the screen. After a while, he didn't seem to stand firm, and staggered.

Xiao Qiao was startled, and hurriedly stood up, ready to stay in bed to see what happened. The figure had stabilized, turned the screen, and appeared in front of her.

Could it be Wei Shao?

He seemed to have drank a lot of wine, and his originally stern face was slightly pale. After entering, he walked straight in, took off the crown of his hair, and threw it at will with a "squeak". In front of the mirror, Xiao Qiao, who was still kneeling on the couch with her upper body upright, turned around and walked towards the big bed, without even looking at him. When he arrived, he lifted the tent and the jade pieces collided with each other, making a clear and clear sound of jade.

Then, with the sound of two "bang" and "bang" boots landing, the room fell silent.

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Seeing him go straight to bed, Xiao Qiao seemed to have fallen asleep in a blink of an eye, and her back, which was a little tense, finally relaxed.

She let out a sigh of relief, stared at Wei Shao on the bed, and slowly returned to her kneeling position.

He should really be asleep. Or drunk.

After a long time, Xiao Qiao slowly straightened her legs again, clenched her hands into fists, and gently beat her sore legs, returning to the half-recumbent position just now.

In this way, the two of them are in bed and the other is on the couch, and they are at peace with each other.

The air in the room, in addition to the original incense, was also mixed with some alcohol odor from Wei Shao's body. After smelling it for a long time, I don't feel it anymore, but my head is a little dizzy from being smoked.

The night is already deep. Xiao Qiao just sat on the couch like this, dozing hazy for a while, and then suddenly woke up and suddenly opened his eyes, seeing Wei Shao still lying on the same high bed, he relaxed again, and again Doze off. This was repeated several times, and the last time she woke up, she was woken up by the cold.

It was still dark outside the window. Looking at the length of the happy candle on the candlestick, it should be almost four watch days. The charcoal fire in the brazier was also nearly white ash, and only some warm residual temperature was emitted. As soon as the room was cold, the cold outside seeped in.

Xiao Qiao felt cold all over, clasped her hands together, and rubbed her arms, which were covered in fine goosebumps. It was estimated that it would be a while before dawn. She stared at Wei Shao on the bed and hesitated when he saw that he had not moved for a while. After a while, he finally got off the ground and tiptoed towards the bed.

It is a custom in the bedroom of the noble class nowadays, no matter whether the couple shares the same quilt or not, there will always be two quilts on the bed.

Wei Shao was only lying on the outer side of the bed without the quilt. The two quilts were placed on the inside of the bed at the moment, neatly folded.

Xiao Qiao barely made a sound, and finally walked to the end of the bed and stopped in front of Wei Shao's feet.

She glanced at him quietly.

He was lying on his back, because he was tall and had long legs, occupying most of the bed, and the red wine color that appeared on his face when he first came in in the middle of the night had subsided. Perhaps the light in the corner of the bed could not be illuminated, and because the light was slightly dim, his face seemed unusually peaceful, his thick black eyebrows became more conspicuous, his eyes were closed, and he still slept very deeply.

Xiao Qiao held her breath, leaned forward as slowly as possible, crossed his legs, stretched out a hand, and tried to take out the quilt that was closest to him, Wei Shao under him seemed to suddenly She woke up and opened her eyes without warning. Then, she heard the sound of the sword being unsheathed. She didn't know what was going on. Wei Shao quickly drew a long sword from under the pillow, and people followed. Turning over from the bed, the ear was cold, and the tip of the sword was firmly attached to the side of her throat.

All this happened, but in the blink of an eye.

Little Joe froze immediately.

She could clearly feel the chill that came through when the sword edge pressed against the skin of her neck. It's completely different from the chill in the air.

She could even smell a faint rust sweetness.

She knew it was the smell of blood.

She turned her head slowly and met his eyes.

There were also slight red bloodshots in his eyes, revealing a faint murderous aura.

"I'm a little cold, I just wanted to take the quilt. I didn't want to, but it alarmed you." She said in a calm voice.

But she was sure in her heart that she did not touch him at all.

Wei Shao stared at her for a few seconds, then turned his head to look around the room that had been decorated in a blush, as if he just realized something, closed his eyes, raised his other hand and rubbed his forehead, the murderous aura all over his body finally swelled up. Disappeared.

He lowered the sword slowly.