Variety Film and Television: Starting from the Legend of Zhen Huan

Mo Lan had already finished half of the bowl of dumplings. When she looked up, she saw that the clothes Zhao Ceying was wearing now were a little different from those just now.

Zhao Ceying's subordinates are all good drinkers. After being in Yuzhou for so many years, they all knew how much he drank. On happy occasions, he would drink glass after glass of wine.

After drinking all those people, they lay down, washed themselves, and then changed their clothes.

Zhao Ceying frowned and sniffed the smell on her sleeves. Her innocent look was like a dog she had raised in her previous life.

Then he looked straight at Mo Lan and called her nickname familiarly.

"Mo'er, I'm going to go outside and let go of the alcohol before I come back."

A gust of wind came in, carrying a faint smell of alcohol and blowing it away.

"It's windy outside, husband, please come in first."

When Zhao Ceying heard the word "husband", his heart stirred again. He heard the clear and crisp voice, and he accidentally heard a hint of sweetness in it.

He closed the door, shook his sleeves, and slowly approached the bed.

The brain that had been awakened by the wind was as dizzy as if it had been filled with honey.

The dim candlelight flickered, reflecting on the smiling, flushed, and slightly shy face, like peaches and plums in full bloom, every move was full of amorous feelings.

At this moment, the smile between her eyebrows was vivid and charming.

The bright eyes looked at him seriously, as if they were about to drown in him in the next second, and the vacancy in his heart was tightly filled.

Seeing the heavy crown on top of Mo Lan's head, he unconsciously touched it with his hand and loosened the crown for Mo Lan. The red mark on his forehead was very obvious, and he spoke in an extremely cautious and delicate manner.

"My wife is tired today."

The cold ointment was applied to the red mark, and rough fingers gently rubbed it slowly.

He and Mo Lan met four or five times in total, but never had such an intimate conversation. At this moment, he was so nervous that he didn't know what to say.

In fact, he didn't understand why Mo Lan chose him, but at this moment, looking at those eyes, he didn't think about anything.

Now that she has chosen him, he will treat her well for the rest of his life.

Then I heard a low murmur, "You're not tired, but I'm husband. After drinking for so long, you feel very uncomfortable. I've asked Mr. Yun to prepare some pear blossom honey water."

After Zhao Ceying heard this, a smile appeared on his face again. Mo'er had him in mind.

He drank the pear blossom honey water in one gulp and handed the jade pendant to Mo Lan's hand.

Zhao Ceying almost thought of that scene again, when Liang Liulang looked at him with pity, holding a large glass of wine to drink him, his eyes were extremely firm.

"Mo'er, you chose me today, I won't let you down."

Mo Lan took the jade pendant and held it in her hand. She raised her head and carefully looked at Zhao Ceying's expression when he said this.

One hand very boldly climbed onto Zhao Ceying's red wedding dress. The reddish white was particularly obvious. It climbed onto the shoulder and pulled it up.

Zhao Ceying's throat rolled, and his mind went blank. With a burst of love, he almost blurted out the oath.

"Mo'er just believed what I said. If I, Zhao Ceying, violate today's oath, I will suffer a terrible death in the future."

She never believed in a man's oath. At this moment, maybe her heart was true and she sincerely believed that she would never break her oath.

But once the oath is broken, they will sincerely believe that it is really difficult to fulfill the oath at that time.

It's just that it's good to be sincere now. When she thinks of this, Mo Lan smiles even more.

"Why do I always look like a dull gourd when I see you? Now that I've just gotten married, you're so glib and out of tune."

Seeing that Mo Lan was a little more affectionate towards him, she smiled and asked, "Why am I so out of tune?"

Mo Lan pursed her lips and smiled. "You asked my third brother to deliver a letter a few days ago, saying that you would treat me well for the rest of your life. When you met me today, you told me that you would never let me down. Why didn't you forget it?"

Zhao Ceying turned around and stepped forward, wrapping his strong arms around Mo Lan's waist.

Mo Lan smelled the smell of alcohol on Zhao Ceying's chest.

Then he took a step forward and took advantage of the situation to lift Mo Lanan safely onto the bed, his strong figure slowly swaying away.

He leaned forward and rubbed Mo Lan's face intimately, touching the tip of his nose and murmuring.

"Okay, okay, Mo'er said forget it, my husband is going to do something out of the ordinary today."

"I haven't washed up yet?" Mo Lan leaned on the bed and put her finger on his heart.

Zhao Ceying got closer and closer, and kissed Mo Lan gently on the cheek.

"My husband is here to help my wife wash herself."

Zhao Ceying can only dance with guns and knives. He is a rough man, but careful.

Although he has never done any detailed work of taking care of others, he is not much worse than Cai Yun if he is patient.

He carefully removed the hairpins stuck on his temples one by one, and his black hair spread all over the bed.

The dazzling red candle at the door of the room was extinguished, leaving only the one beside the bed.

He quickly took off all his clothes, revealing his naked upper body, with clear muscles that looked very strong.

It is incomparable to Liulang of the Liang family.

He pulled the bed curtain and rolled into the bed.

Their eyes met, and their breaths were intertwined.

The two people held their hands tightly, interlocking their fingers. A rough palm followed the slender joints and hit the ring inlaid with turquoise. They were clasped together tightly. There was a faint... and a trace of calluses on the fingertips. .

It's not a thin callus that a woman should have on her hands. It's probably caused by frequent contact. The moment you touch it, it feels extremely itchy.

Mo Lansheng has fair skin, and even if she wipes off the pink and white, she still looks graceful and affectionate.

Zhao Ceying felt dizzy after hearing another word about husband, and her breathing gradually became rapid.

He lowered his head, biting Mo Lan's lips, and wrapped his fingers tightly around her, carrying months of longing and a stack of heartfelt letters, and they refused to let go.