[Southern Song Dynasty] Splendid mountains and rivers

In midsummer, the sun is like fire, spreading the redness of the city.

Shu brocade, Jing brocade, and Yun brocade were transported out of the palace one by one; gold leather belts, jade rings, and comb rings greeted the bride one by one; With her head full of jewels, she was helped up by all the ladies in the palace, and went to Funing Palace to bid farewell to the empress.

Every step Zhao Yuan took was very difficult.

The new king has not yet established a queen, and the queen mother has passed away, so Zhao Huan specially found a respected old concubine to come to accept the princess' farewell gift.Originally, according to the ancestral system, the queen should also send the princess out of the palace gate.But now that the royal family is lonely, Zhao Huan decided to do this in person to show his favor.

Zhao Yuan bid farewell to Roufu Diji's birth mother, and to all the respected clan members one by one. With a heavy hair bun and emerald jewels on his head, Zhao Yuan was helped by maids into the sedan chair.Originally, according to the usual practice, she should cry a few times to meet the occasion, and then the queen would give a few words of comfort, and then have to socialize a few times.It's a pity that she really couldn't cry today.

I really want to crush people alive.

Holding the heavy phoenix crown, she grinned her teeth in the sedan chair, without any shyness of a bride.

As for the groom?

All she knew was that the new son-in-law should be waiting outside with a wild goose, as for what to do and what would happen, she really didn't want to remember the slightest bit.All her thoughts are now on the phoenix crown above her head; it is really painstaking to keep this heavy thing from falling off halfway.

There were still people whispering something beside her ear, it seemed that they were two elderly palace servants who were specially in charge of teaching Di Ji etiquette.It's a pity that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't listen.

The journey for the princess to get married was not very long, but she was waiting in the sedan chair for as long as ten years.

Half a month ago, in order to prevent further incidents, Zhong Yi asked the officials for a decree to lock her up in the palace until she was married, saying that she would not need to worry about the following matters.She had no choice but to obediently prepare to get married in the palace. She heard that there would be a lot of trouble outside, and even Rou Fu's biological mother ran over and poked her on the forehead several times.

——God knows, she is really preparing to marry obediently, she has never done anything.

Zhao Yuan tugged at his collar angrily, feeling as if his whole body was immersed in a steamer, the scorching heat made people feel uncomfortable.

Why haven't you arrived yet...

She's going to be overheated...

Zhao Yuan wanted to cry without tears, holding on to the phoenix crown with one hand and grabbing the neckline with the other, silently counting the sheep in the sedan chair.Suddenly, it seemed that someone helped her get off the sedan chair, and someone said something loudly outside, and then she held the red silk, knelt down, and...

Like a marionette, she mechanically completed all the wedding procedures, and the only thought in her mind was: It's so hot...

Wearing a heavy red wedding dress in this scorching summer is simply more difficult than torture in hell.

Suddenly, someone supported her to sit, someone took two huge fans and fanned her again and again, and someone was nagging and repeating this rule and that rule, this etiquette and that etiquette in her ear ...

She decided to carry forward the spirit of taking political classes in high school, keeping a deaf ear to things around her, and focusing on counting sheep in her head.

She silently counted the sheep from one to ten thousand, and then counted down from ten thousand to one, before her eyes flickered for a moment, a simple gilt cup was stuffed in her hand, and someone beside her was saying auspicious words like the price of water, When she looked up, her newly married husband was sitting across from her with a smile, holding an identical gold-plated cup in his hand.

Well, this is probably the Hebei wine.

The wine is clear, slightly spicy and slightly sweet.

The surroundings had lost their voices at some point, and even the waiters disappeared completely.The bridegroom stood up, clumsily but gently dismantling the phoenix crown for her.She let out a small "ah", and finally came back to her senses, opened the neckline a little to let some air in, then pressed Zhong Yi's hand, and said in a low voice, "I'll do it myself."

Zhong Yi chuckled softly: "Can you see Wanfa's hairpin and jade buckle?"

She pointed at the dressing table and tilted her head to look at him: "You carry me there?"

He said "Okay" in a low voice, and he bent over and picked her up, walked to the dressing table, sat on a high copper stool by himself, put one arm around her waist, and held her for her with the other. Supporting the phoenix crown, he smiled and said, "Do you need to work for your husband?"

The bronze mirror reflected two hazy shadows, whispering softly, like mandarin ducks crossing their necks, lingering to the extreme.

"I can take my time..." She said slowly, and slowly began to dismantle the phoenix crown.While supporting her hair bun, her husband kissed her earlobe lightly, and said vaguely: "I thought you would act shy."

"The hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night, and the thrush is fashionable?" She giggled twice.

"If the princess prefers the hibiscus tent, she can work harder for her husband tonight. But—" he paused for a moment, and then bit her soft earlobe punitively, "You really don't look like a newlywed."

With an ouch, she tore off a long string of tassels and emeralds, and the phoenix crown was tilted on the dressing table, and the breathing of the husband behind her gradually became heavier.While frantically pressing the hands of the people behind her, she disassembled the remaining pearls and jade on her head, and complained in a low voice: "How can I not look like a newlywed? Today is going to burn me out—"

He muffled a reply, folded his arms, wrapped her tightly in his arms, kissed her all the way along the side of the neck, and his hands began to become restless.

"Don't, don't make trouble." Her hair bun still hasn't come loose.

"My husband understands that the princess is very hot, and I want to relieve the princess a little bit, what does the princess want?" He pressed her back on the dressing table with a little force, his deep eyes were full of lust. The color, the voice is also somewhat hoarse.

Oh, oh no, she seems to have said something extraordinary just now!

She struggled to roll around in his arms, while dodging, said in a hurry: "This, this, it's better to slow down... The dressing table is really not a good place... And, and... I, I I heard it hurts..."

He lowered his head and kissed those bright eyes like water, his voice became hoarse: "If it hurts, just bite me."

"C-I won't bite you..." She curled up in his arms, groping to untie his belt, and said cautiously: "You, be gentle..."

"it is good."

"Slow, slow down... woo..."