Female Supreme: Population is in crisis, I have a fruit-bearing tree

Qin Mansion.

"Sir, the wedding dress has been delivered. Please try it on to see if it fits you. I will then alter the embroidery for you."

Que'er came in carrying a tray, and Qin Angge quickly raised her head from the pile of needlework.

"Take it to the inner room quickly, I'll clean it up and come back!"

Reluctantly moving her eyes away from the neatly folded wedding dress, Qin An Ge hurriedly tore off the embroidery threads that were tangled around her body and rushed into the inner room.

In the inner room, Que'er had already spread out a complete set of wedding dress, which was now hanging neatly on the wooden frame beside the couch.

Qin Ange's eyes were shining. He reached out and touched it carefully, then took off his clothes in a few seconds, leaving only his underwear.

"Sir! There is another person here!"

Que'er cried out in dissatisfaction and hurriedly took the inner garment that matched the wedding dress to cover Qin Ange.

Qin Ange grinned foolishly, stretched out his hands and let him dress her, secretly touching her from time to time.

"You must have found a rare lady. Ordinary ladies are not allowed to wear such red, but Lady Su specifically asked for redder clothes."

Looking at the bright red wedding dress in her hand, Que'er couldn't stop smiling.

"Although it's not pure red, you can't tell if you don't look carefully."

Speaking of this, Que'er felt relieved again.

Fortunately, his young master doesn’t have to wear the pink that Xiaojun usually wears when she comes home. If he really follows that rule, he is afraid that his young master will be alone in the empty room on the wedding night!

"Ms. Su is naturally different."

Hearing him praising his future wife, Qin Ange felt a little proud, and his smile had never dropped since he came in.

"Okay, sir, take a few steps and see if there's anything inappropriate."

After tying the last knot, Que'er straightened the hem of Qin Ange's hair, stood up and took two steps back.

Qin Angge took two steps and stood in front of the bronze mirror.

This was a large mirror that he had specially made in recent days, which could reflect the whole body.

"Que'er, do I look very strong like this? I don't look slender at all."

Looking at himself in the mirror who looked a little "bloated", Qin Angge's eyebrows were twisted into a straight line.

In order to facilitate movement, he usually wore clothes with a tight waist and narrow cuffs. He had never worn loose and cumbersome wedding clothes.

"Can you ask the embroiderer to make the sleeves smaller? And can you help me tighten the waist a little later?"

Qin Ange lifted up his wide sleeves and shook them, then reached out and folded a section of fabric at the waist in half.

So I looked at myself in the mirror. "Does it look better this way?"

Looking at Qin Ange who was constantly tightening her clothes in front of the mirror, Que'er looked helpless.

"Sir, wedding dresses are all in this style and cannot be changed at will. If they are changed to what you wear on a daily basis, outsiders will say that we in the Qin family don't know etiquette."

Que'er walked up to Qin Ange and pulled away his hands that were ruining his wedding dress.

"This material is a good material that has been stored in the mansion for a long time. Zhengjun has been reluctant to use it. It is good in every way except that it wrinkles easily. You have to be careful."

Listening to Que'er's instructions, Qin Angge looked down and saw a small mark on the place where he had just folded it.

He suddenly became a little anxious, and kept pressing with his hand, trying to smooth out the mark, until Que'er brought the iron.

"Even a piece of material is more delicate than me!"

Looking at the wedding dress that had been restored to its original straight shape, Qin Angge couldn't help but feel a little disappointed again.

Hearing his complaint, Que'er burst out laughing.

"Sir, don't be so useless and compare yourself to a dead thing. If you are really weak, Miss Su may not be able to look down on you!"

After tidying up her clothes, Que'er took a set of headgear to the dressing table.

"We have to try the whole set today, and there is still a lot of work to do later, so please hurry up."

……

On the seventh night of the health regimen, Su Qinghe fulfilled his promise and went to Weirui Pavilion.

Ji Qingyu reminded her several times today, both explicitly and implicitly, and left in a hurry after dinner, saying that he had to go back to prepare something, which made Su Qinghe look forward to it.

The moon was high in the sky, the sky had already fallen completely dark, and the light was on inside the Wei Rui Pavilion.

As soon as Su Qinghe stepped into the yard, she saw Sanqi standing guard outside the house.

"Hello, Master! I'll take my leave!"

Seeing Su Qinghe coming, Sanqi greeted her loudly and hurried back to his room without waiting for Su Qinghe's instructions.

Su Qinghe was stunned when he saw the person who disappeared in the blink of an eye. He was quite perceptive.

I haven’t seen him walk so actively normally. What happened today?

Su Qinghe retracted her gaze and looked at the closed door. She stepped onto the stairs, but the candle in the room suddenly went out.

Sensing Ji Qingyu's presence in the room, Su Qinghe raised his eyebrows and pushed the door open.

The room was pitch black. Su Qinghe walked past the outer room and went straight to the inner room. When she turned a corner, she saw a glimmer of light.

The first thing that catches your eye is the silk screen at the interface between the two rooms. The only bright spot in the inner room comes from there.

"Please take a seat, my lady. The dance will be here shortly."

Ji Qingyu's voice suddenly came from deeper in the inner room. Unlike the clear and crisp voice of the past, he seemed to have tightened his throat again.

But this time was different from the last time, Su Qinghe felt it was good.

Following his instructions, Su Qinghe took a glance, walked to a chair facing the screen and sat down.

It was close to the screen, so I could barely see the surroundings.

Picking up the tea beside him and taking a sip, Su Qinghe couldn't help but sigh at the boy's intentions.

It's hard to believe that his brain could come up with such an interesting idea.

The candlelight flickered, and suddenly a figure appeared on the screen, in the posture of Chang'e flying to the moon, with a folding fan in her mouth.

The figure began to dance, and it was obvious that the clothes and body seemed to be separated during the movements.

Su Qinghe supported her head with her hands and watched carefully. She already had a guess in her mind about what Ji Qingyu was wearing today.

The figure on the screen danced charmingly and seductively. The folding fan in her mouth had already moved to her hand, and Ji Qingyu's soft singing began to sound in the room.

The candlelight flickered gently, making the figure behind the screen appear vaguely.

Su Qinghe's interest had been completely aroused, and her eyes involuntarily followed Ji Qingyu's shadow.

When the song ended, the dance stopped.

Ji Qingyu steadied his body and his breathing became slightly rapid. From what Su Qinghe could see through the screen, he seemed very natural.

"My dear wife, does Brother Yu dance well?"

Ji Qingyu's somewhat hoarse voice rang out in the room. Through the screen, he looked at the woman who had no reaction at all with some trepidation.

Wasn't she attracted to me?

Listening to his expectant questions, Su Qinghe praised him generously.

"It's very beautiful, and the music is nice too. I didn't expect that Brother Yu is so talented in dance music. It seems that he is not just a stupid beauty!"

Su Qinghe stood up and slowly walked to the screen. As she got closer, a glimpse of Ji Qingyu's figure could be seen through the silk screen.