Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

After Di Heng left, Nanny Lan came in with a bowl of plain noodles: "Madam, please eat something to cushion your stomach."

"Okay." Xi Nuojin didn't eat more and asked her to take it out after eating half a bowl.

At the same time, the Prime Minister's Mansion in Beijing.

Meng Xunmiao lined up the results of the copper coins thrown from the tortoise shell one by one, pinched them with his fingers, and muttered something in his mouth. After a long time, he let the copper coins return to their places, then he picked up the pen and wrote on a bamboo stick.

"The true dragon and koi knot, the marriage is destined by heaven, and the world will eventually be united."

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It was completely dark before Emperor Heng came back. He went to deal with the affairs of Qingzhou, and because he was newly married, he drank a few glasses of wine with his courtiers. He was afraid that the smell of wine would suffocate her, so he asked Zhao Chun to get warm. The water went to the next door, I took a careful shower and changed into clean clothes before going back to my new house.

In the new house, the little imperial concubine didn't know when he would come back, and she didn't plan to send anyone to ask. She stayed in the new house bored alone.

Suddenly, she thought of the pamphlet that Han gave her before going out. In ancient times, mothers would give their daughters a pamphlet the night before they got married, which is commonly known as the Erotic Palace Picture (the picture of avoiding fire).

Well, of course she does, and her mother gave her several copies! Or some kind of exclusive collection.

She has been in this world for so long, and she has never seen the erotic pictures of this country once. Anyway, she is getting married today, so if she wants to see it, she can see it.

Xi Nuojin took out a pamphlet from under her pillow. It didn't matter if she didn't read it. This reading really opened her eyes.

Yes, she enjoyed reading it. She read page after page seriously. She had to admit that this ancient painter's skill in drawing portraits was really amazing, and the style of painting was really delicate and delicate. Wow, this The characters in the paintings are all handsome men and beautiful women, which are particularly pleasing to the eye.

"Madam, do you look good?" A deep and faint voice came, and a tall figure blocked most of her candlelight, casting a large shadow in front of Xi Nujin and on her book.

"It's beautiful, the painting is really good, that's it." Halfway through her words, the figure that enveloped her made her shut up, and her hand that was about to turn the next page also froze, and it was not a matter of not turning it if she continued to turn it. .

Damn it, what a shame. She was caught red-handed by her newlyweds after looking at an erotic picture. Is there anything more embarrassing for her? Don't cue, she has already dug out a Barbie dream castle with her toes.

"Husband, husband, you're back, me." Damn, she wanted to explain why she was stammering now.

Di Heng looked at the several pamphlets exposed under her pillow with anger and amusement. There were quite a few, at least four or five.

He reached out and took away the book in her hand, hugged her on his lap again, looked down at the little imperial concubine's crimson face, raised his eyebrows and said: "Madam, what is it, why don't you continue talking?"

His joking words reached her ears, and the little imperial concubine was embarrassed again. She hugged his neck, leaned on his shoulder and rubbed her: "No, it's nothing."

"Madam, tell me, tell your husband, okay?" Diheng leaned close to her ear. His voice was already deep and pleasant, but now it had a bit of a coquettish tone, which made her legs weak.

First, second, and finally, well, she admits that she really is a voice control! What's more, if a man acts like a spoiled child, it will really cost her her life: "Well, the person in this picture doesn't have a husband..."

After Di Heng really listened to the little imperial concubine's small voice, the fire in his heart was instantly ignited by her, and the aura on his body instantly became dangerous. His eyes were full of aggression, and his voice was hoarse: "My lady saw this. It's not in vain, why don't we put it into practice now, tonight is our wedding night again, and my husband is very willing to cooperate with my wife."

The two soon fell on the bed.

dog man.

Wuwuwu, she regretted it, she shouldn't have read this third book, why did she still... regret it!

The red curtain is hanging down, the red candle is swaying, and the love is lingering.

It wasn't until the red candles burned out that the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped in the tent. Xi Nuojin was so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers. She just wanted to sleep. The satisfied Di Heng lovingly wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked for water. He carried her and washed her carefully. The water outside was not as cold as inside the palace. He helped her put on new pajamas and put her back on the bed: "Go to sleep, madam."

"Husband, please go to bed quickly." The little imperial concubine replied to him in a daze and fell asleep.

The next day, Xi Jin woke up three days later. He saw Di Heng beside him who had woken up at some time. He was looking at her with his head propped up. Seeing that she was awake, Di Heng gently held her in his arms: "My lady is awake. I I asked the kitchen to cook shredded chicken porridge for you, it should be ready by now, I'll bring it to you."

Di Heng kissed her forehead and let her lie down for a while. He quickly put on his clothes, went out and brought in porridge and delicious food. He fed her first and then started eating.

After eating and tidying up, Di Heng took Xi Nuojin to the ancestral hall to pay homage to Concubine Lan and his uncle's family, and then they set off back to Beijing.

The little imperial concubine leaned in Di Heng's arms: "Husband, every year when you have time, we will come back to Qingzhou to meet my mother, concubine and uncle."

"Okay, thank you, Jin'er." Di Heng put the cloak on her.