Female Supporting Counterattack Road: The male protagonist stands still and does not move

Chapter 422 Don’t Be the Next Wife (31)

"Worship heaven and earth."

"Two thanks to the high hall."

The emperor and Concubine Wen were not present, so they could only bow to the empty chair, but Ning Wan felt that this was enough.

"Happy husband and wife."

"Licheng, send it to the bridal chamber."

The last sound fell, and Ning Wan was supported by Xi Niang again, and went back to the rearranged dormitory, which was considered their new house.

After returning to the new house, Ning Wan sat on the bed, quietly waiting for Wen Qingzhou to come.

Now, the title of Princess Su is completely occupied by her.

As soon as Ning Wan left, those generals could no longer hold back the smiles on their faces, and all of them showed worried eyes.

Seeing this, the butler naturally understood why. It turned out that what the prince said was not serious, he was lying to him.

Standing in front of Wen Qingzhou, General Mu just stretched out his hand to pat him on the shoulder, but remembered that he was seriously injured at this time, so he withdrew his hand in a daze.

The current Wen Qingzhou seems to be a fragile product.

"Wine, we don't ask the prince to accompany us to drink. We can eat and drink at the table by ourselves. The prince should hurry to accompany Princess Su."

"Okay, thank you for your understanding." Wen Qingzhou nodded, with a smile on his brows and eyes.

"Well, let's go." General Mu, the words were full of concern from the elders.

Wen Qingzhou turned around and walked towards the wedding room.

The rest of the guests also expressed their understanding, after all, maybe this is the last night that King Su will be able to accompany Princess Su.

Princess Su was raised by King Su since she was a child, they have all heard of this, if King Su...
They are also powerless to recover, and can only use alcohol to relieve their worries.

So, under the organization of General Mu and the housekeeper, the generals sat down at two tables and began to eat and drink.

Wen Qingzhou walked to the wedding room, he could feel that he was running out of time.

The pain in the right chest also became more and more painful, and the whole body seemed to be overdrawn. I stretched out my hand and gently stroked the position of the wound on the right chest.

I can feel the warmth, and until now, the wound is still bleeding.

He probably couldn't even make it through the night.

Wan'er, his Wan'er, what would he do if he left her.

He didn't even have the ability to finish their bridal chamber festive night.
The feet began to become a little unstable, double images began to appear in front of my eyes, and my heart ached.

Walking to the door of the wedding room, Wen Qingzhou took a deep breath, trying to adjust her state to the best.

Then, he reached out and pushed open the door.

In the bright red festive wedding room, on the wedding bed under layers of red curtains, sat Ning Wan in a red gold silk dress and a red hijab.

Only at this time, she looked so, so well-behaved.

The white and delicate hands overlapped, placed on the lap, and sat upright.

Wen Qingzhou stepped into the bedroom, turned around and closed the door, took a few steps forward, walked up to Ning Wan, stretched out her hand, and lifted her hijab.

Under the red candle, she seemed to be even more beautiful.

"Qingzhou." Ning Wan said softly, slightly looking up at the man standing in front of him.

Wen Qingzhou tugged at the corners of her lips, leaned over, and kissed her lips.

"Well"

This kiss was very gentle, not at all like Wen Qingzhou's usual style.

"Wan'er." Wen Qingzhou left her gently, and the two of them faced each other and spoke out.

"kindness?"

"I," Wen Qingzhou paused, said with great difficulty, "I love you very much."

As soon as the words fell, he couldn't hold on any longer, closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)