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Old Master Yuan sent the guests away with a stiff smile, glanced at the girl standing with the Regent, and turned the words around in his mouth for a few times but finally did not say them out loud.

"Jiaojiao, are you happy?"

Meng Jiao understood and nodded at him.

"I'm happy. Thank you, Grandpa, for helping me prepare for my coming-of-age party."

Then she politely performed the junior's salute and turned around. Zhan Nanchu nodded to Yuan Chenqi behind her, turned around, took Meng Jiao's hand and got into the carriage.

"Dad, aren't you going to ask about the arranged marriage?"

"Alas, we don't have the qualifications. As long as she is happy, I am content as long as she can recognize an old man like me."

……

Just after half a month, Meng Jiao was carried back to the palace by Zhan Nanchu in a sedan chair with eight men. The only difference was that she was no longer the "girl" she used to be, but his concubine.

Meng Jiao ate some "Ye Lai Shuang" meatballs, thinking that she could finally eat meat tonight, and sat in the wedding room waiting happily.

Who would have thought that Zhan Nanchu would lift her veil, gently help her fix her hair, and not even let her drink the wedding wine, nor did they have a bridal chamber.

It was not until he finished serving her and held her in his arms that Meng Jiaohuanghuang's head was suddenly hit. Where was the meat that she had imagined?

Sitting up stubbornly, Meng Jiao asked bluntly,

"Husband, where is our wedding night candle?"

"Ahem~" Zhan Nanchu was caught off guard by her words. The little girl's red wedding dress made her look more like a delicate flower, with her dark eyebrows lightly dyed and her red lips dotted. Under the wedding candlelight, she looked even more charming and seductive.

He tried to restrain his urge to knock her down and explained to her,

"I asked the court doctor during the day, you are still too young, and it is not good for your health to have sex at this time."

"It's well developed. If you don't believe me, just touch it..."

Meng Jiao said that she was well developed, which was great. As she spoke, she took his hand and put it on the fullness of her chest, with a serious look on her face.

Her fingertips brushed across her soft skin, and Zhan Nanchu's rationality and entanglement were almost broken by her. His body was like a raging fire, burning hot.

Unexpectedly, Meng Jiao didn't just hold him down, she simply led him towards the slit of his collar.

Zhan Nanchu swallowed his saliva and was forced to use his other hand to untie the tie around her waist.

"Baby, are you playing with fire?"

Zhan Nanchu's voice was low and mellow, and it sounded like an aphrodisiac to Meng Jiao's ears.

Their skin touched, and the slightly calloused palm slowly climbed up her sensitive body, causing her heart to beat faster involuntarily.

"Brother, I feel bad..."

Zhan Nanchu gritted his teeth, could no longer bear it and turned over to press the man down.

The breaths of the two intertwined, the heat continued to overflow from their lips and teeth, and the big palm gradually peeled off along the connection of the clothes.

Meng Jiao's body stiffened, and she subconsciously hooked her arms around Zhan Nanchu's neck. She felt the big hand that had passed over her belly moving down inch by inch, and she nervously whispered in his ear,

The tip of the tongue slid behind the ear, the neck, then the shoulder and the collarbone.

The flower he raised finally bloomed for him. This was undoubtedly like honey torment to Zhan Nanchu.

He couldn't let go of the soft and white belly.

I long for it, and only hope that my lover can accept my happiness.

In any case, I never expected that such a mature and high-ranking person like him would condescend to serve me.

For a moment, the soreness and pleasure intertwined, and the fair skin was also covered with a charming pink.

The back of her neck was covered with ambiguous red marks left by his sucking.

Before Meng Jiao was exhausted, the man's anxious words of love were still echoing in her ears.

"Baby, are you comfortable? Is this okay?"

……

The sun shines into the room through the glass window. The quilt is kicked aside casually. The little person in my arms is still the same as before, with his face buried in my chest.

The full breasts pressed tightly against his chest, stimulating Zhan Nanchu's gradually awakening nerves through the thin layer of pajamas.

But the little one in my arms was restless, rubbing against me like a cat.

Loving someone is like raising flowers, but you can't eat his flowers. However, you can always touch them. With this thought in mind, his big hand slid into his clothes at will.

Meng Jiao moaned in her sleep, unconsciously moving their bodies closer together and sending the little white rabbit into the wolf's claws.

Zhan Nanchu smiled bitterly and pulled his lower body away. He just watched quietly for an unknown amount of time.

Meng Jiao stretched out her tender white hands and scratched around randomly, then stretched her body slightly, then raised her little face with a half-open and half-closed look and acted coquettishly at Zhan Nanchu, (I'll strangle anyone who dares to mention eye boogers to me! Fairies don't need eye boogers!)

"Good morning, brother."

At that moment, Zhan Nanchu felt his heart melt, and couldn't help but stroke her long hair.

"Morning, baby."

Half a month after the two got married, Meng Jiao had already developed the daily teasing of Zhan Nanchu into a pleasure, although she felt sorry for his pitiful appearance every time he was swollen and in pain,

But the way he couldn't help getting close to her and then hurriedly ran away was really cute, not at all like a 27-year-old straight man,

Often, Zhan Nanchu would sit in the study and read, while Mengjiao would lie on his lap and doze off while reading a storybook. Often, when Mengjiao woke up, Zhan Nanchu's legs would be numb beyond recognition.

Meng Jiao would poke his thigh maliciously every time, and listen to his low moans as he endured the tingling and numbness, and Meng Jiao would laugh beside him.

At this time, Zhan Nanchu had to support his little princess who was laughing so hard that she would not fall and he would be sad.

Seeing that he would rather soak her in ice water than touch her, Meng Jiao finally softened her heart and stopped teasing him. He cherished her, and she should feel happy.

In the blink of an eye, another half year has passed. The summer passed very quickly. There were several heavy rains, which destroyed the remaining lotus leaves in the ponds. The cicadas on the willow branches gradually stopped chirping. Meng Jiao knew that autumn was approaching.

Today is the day when Man Yue returns to Qin Sheng's parents' home after her wedding. Despite Zhan Nanchu's repeated persuasion, Meng Jiao finally recognizes Man Yue as her adopted sister. As for why she wants to be a big sister despite her young age, it's probably because Qin Sheng laughed too wildly.

The four of them had dinner together. Zhan Nanchu pushed the Shadow's token to Man Yue and signaled her to accept it with his eyes.

Man Yue didn't know the reason, but having been with the two for so many years, she knew that the Shadow was an intelligence organization that coexisted with the Dark Spirit.

"What does this mean?"

Zhan Nanchu held Meng Jiao's hand tightly, reminding her intentionally or unintentionally.

"From now on, all matters in the capital will be handed over to you. I plan to take Jiaojiao for a walk, probably to her favorite grassland in the end.

However, if you are also planning to come, remember to find the next person to take over."

Man Yue rolled her eyes and saw Meng Heng lowering his head at the door after being scolded by Ban Yue. Suddenly, she had an idea.

"clear."

After Man Yue left, Meng Jiao happily threw herself into Zhan Nanchu's arms.

"Husband, are we really going to the grassland? Really? Really?"

Zhan Nanchu smiled and hugged her tightly, letting her wrinkle his clothes and jump around.

"Yes, yes, I have arranged everything in Beijing. We will leave after Xie Siyuan selects the show at the end of the month."

"Great! Grassland, grassland! Let's go! La la la ~"

Meng Jiao hummed a tune that Zhan Nanchu couldn't understand and ran to pack the things she wanted to take away. Zhan Nanchu smiled and shook his head, then took out a wooden box from the corner of the study.

After opening it, I touched the stuttering mandarin ducks playing in the water embroidered on it.

Father and Mother, your son has fulfilled all your wishes. Your son loves her so much. Will we be happy for the rest of our lives?

See you in the Northwest.