Marry a powerful minister and remain a widow?I’m done with the book-wearing female role!

On the wedding day, Feng Qing was not happy.

Although she married the daughter of the chief minister, Wei Jing's reputation was ruined and her ostentation was not small.

A few days ago, when Feng Qing went to Wei Mansion, Wei Jing didn't even show her face, obviously looking down on his husband.

Feng Qing held a grudge in his heart. Wei Jing thought he liked worn-out shoes so much?

Hearing that Jiang Yuzhu was here and in the wedding room again, Feng Qing was ready to make a move.

After dismissing the servants, Feng Qing pushed the door open and entered.

There was a faint fragrance left in the wedding room.

Feng Qing felt itchy and looked around: "Why are you the only one here, where is Jiang Yuzhu?"

Shuxiang bowed: "Mrs. Xie just left."

Feng Qing threw the wine bottle on the table and tore open his wedding clothes.

When the mood strikes, get married in advance.

Although Wei Jing didn't know how old she was, she had some experience, so it wouldn't be a loss if she could serve him happily.

Feng Qing strode into the inner room and found that Wei Jing was breathing evenly and sleeping soundly. She was not angry at all: "Whose woman is not nervous and excited to be a bride? Why, has Wei Jing been the bride too many times? , so it’s not fresh anymore?”

Feng Qing had a strange yin and yang attitude, and Shuxiang lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Get out, don't let anyone disturb you!"

After Feng Qing finished speaking, he felt that it was not satisfying enough. He pointed at Shuxiang who was about to leave and said, "Wait a minute, you stay."

Feng Qing had a new idea. It seemed more exciting to have someone watch during sex.

Shuxiang looked embarrassed and pointed to the sky outside the window and said, "Uncle, we are still entertaining guests in the front yard. Are you... not in compliance with the rules?"

Before the bridal chamber, the monkey was anxious.

Shuxiang was upset and just wanted to drive Feng Qing away quickly.

Feng Qing tilted his lips nonchalantly: "What do you, a maid, know? You have more fun during the day."

After finishing speaking, Feng Qing took the sleeping Wei Jing from the bed to the table outside, undressed and took off her belt.

Under the table, Jiang Yuzhu called out bad luck!

When she was about to leave, Feng Qing came back. She really didn't want to meet Feng Qing.

In Xu Shi's book, the original owner died of a heart disease due to his love affair with Feng Qinghuan. Jiang Yuzhu hated the whole house, not only Feng Qing, but also her rotten cousin Lu Yunxi.

In the room, Shuxiang confronted Feng Qing and was quickly defeated.

After several attempts to persuade him to no avail, Shuxiang was forced to stand not far away and watch.

Soon, red clothes and underwear were piled randomly on the floor, and the table creaked.

Jiang Yuzhu blocked her ears with her hands, feeling extremely depressed.

"Madam, why not be a slave..."

Hong Jin made a gesture and planned to knock Feng Qing unconscious.

Jiang Yuzhu nodded. Before the two of them could come out, Wei Jing suddenly woke up and screamed: "Feng Qing, why is it you?"

Feng Qing stopped, looked at Wei Jing's face and sneered: "Why, who else is it if it's not me?"

Wei Jing suddenly felt unreal and looked around, confirming that it was the Feng family's wedding room.

It's not a nightmare, she really married Feng Qing!

Wei Jing remembered that she was about to go to church with Mo Qianyu, but was taken into a remote courtyard by the Mo family to make things difficult for her...

Could it be that the plan was discovered by the Mo family?

Wei Jing pushed Feng Qing away, feeling that she had touched something dirty, and said in a sharp voice: "Get out, get out of here!"

It's over, it's over.

After all the hard work and planning, what went wrong?

Feng Qing was so strong that he didn't move even after being pushed back. He raised his hand and slapped Wei Jing: "Why are you pretending to be a chaste and martyr girl? Do you think Xie Zhao will want you? Stop dreaming."

Wei Jing was still in shock and couldn't recover. Feng Qing pinched her chin and smiled and suddenly thought: "Wei Jing, since we are not dissatisfied with each other, why not deceive ourselves by changing our names? I will call you Yuzhu, and you will call me Yuan." And how?”

From now on, turn off the lights during sex and keep it as a secret between husband and wife.

"Feng Qing, although you won the first prize in the exam, you can't even compare to Xie Zhao's toes."

Behind Wei Jing is the Wei family, who doesn't take the Feng family seriously at all.

Thinking of the man in black who appeared that night, could it be that he prevented this replacement?

What is the identity of the man in black?Wei Jing was shocked and confused, her mind was in confusion, and she subconsciously retorted.

Feng Qing suddenly leaned down, his face was enlarged infinitely, and it was smeared with makeup, making it pale and a bit sinister.

He smiled sinisterly: "That's a coincidence. In my eyes, you can't compare to Jiang Yuzhu's toes. You'll lose if you have a shriveled body!"

Feng Qing bit Wei Jing's cheek. After hearing her scream, it aroused noisy restlessness in his body. He lifted Wei Jing like crazy and threw her onto the bed in the inner room.

The door opened a crack, and a figure flashed.

Xie Zhao calmly entered the wedding room, lifted the red cloth on the table, and faced Jiang Yuzhu's frightened face.

"Yuanhe, you're here!"

Just as Jiang Yuzhu stretched out her hand, Feng Qing took Wei Jing out again.

Therefore, Xie Zhao did not rescue Jiang Yuzhu, but also hid under the table.

At this moment, Hong Jin slipped out from under the table. She would rather be discovered than be an unnecessary eyesore!

The table shook again.

"Wei Jing, if you want to have a good life in the Feng family in the future, then you will cooperate!"

Feng Qing held Wei Jing's neck for a long time before letting go. Wei Jing had no other choice but to shout delicately: "Yuanhe!"

"Good Yuzhu, my husband is here!"

Feng Qing was quite happy and laughed.

Under the table, Xie Zhao knitted his brows into a tight knot, never expecting it to appear in this way.

Seeing Feng Qing's half-leg exposed, Xie Zhao covered Jiang Yuzhu's eyes and lowered his voice to the lowest level: "Don't look!"

The two of them were crowded under the table. Xie Zhao occupied a larger area than Hongjin. Jiang Yuzhu felt very uncomfortable. She did not show weakness and covered Xie Zhao's ears: "Don't listen!"

After finally waiting for Feng Qing to carry Wei Jing into the inner room, Xie Zhao took the lead to get out of the table.

After waiting for a while, Jiang Yuzhu still made no move.

"Madam, haven't you seen enough?"

Feng Qing's legs were lumpy, like a toad.

Xie Zhao commented on Feng Qing in his heart, not thinking that Jiang Yuzhu's vision was so low.

Under the table, Jiang Yuzhu moved and said in a delicate and soft voice: "Yuanhe, my legs are numb."

Xie Zhao's heart trembled, and he quickly pulled out his wife, holding her sideways and leaving the Xiyuan.

The couple were in pairs and did not shy away from taboos, causing guests to comment: "It is said that Mr. Xie loves his wife as much as she lives. He must be worried that Mrs. Xie and Feng Zhuangyuan are having an affair..."

"What kind of selfishness can there be on a happy day? I think the calligraphy was made by Mr. Xie, and was stolen by Mrs. Xie and sent to the Feng family!"

Xie Zhao passed by and stared at Jiang Yuzhu who was moving around uneasily in his arms and said, "What kind of calligraphy did Madam give you?"

Jiang Yuzhu didn't answer but asked: "Yuanhe, first tell me how you found him?"

"Mother sent someone to the Yamen to deliver a letter to me. Thanks to Madam for being vigilant about this matter."

Xie Zhao suppressed the doubts in his heart, carried Jiang Yuzhu into the carriage, and the group went straight to Mo Mansion.

After arriving at Mo Mansion, Shen Zhilan was still awake and was being supported by the maid to pray.

When the bride returned, Mo Qianyu was shocked to the point of being speechless when he learned the truth.

After a long while to adjust his mentality, Mo Qianyu went to the front yard to entertain the guests. When he found the opportunity, he didn't forget to ask for advice: "Brother Xie, how should I deal with the flowers and candles in the wedding room?"

It had only been a few hours, and Mo Qianyu was always worried that his performance was unsatisfactory.

"No need to show off, your worries have been resolved."

Xie Zhao's tone was slightly condensed and he said seriously.