Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Wei Huaige did not break his promise. After he and Fu Zhenhong finished worshiping in the Golden Luan Hall, he approved the customs clearance document and stamped it with the seal in front of Fu Zhenhong, and then handed over the customs document to Zhi Master Yun ordered him to send someone to deliver the customs clearance document to the four masters and apprentices waiting at the exit of the city.

The gate of the city is not too close or too far from the Zhiyun Palace, and the person who delivered the customs clearance document can ride a fast horse and arrive there in more than an hour, which means that Fu Zhenhong needs to stay with Wei Huaige at least for a while An hour's time.

Fu Zhenhong paid homage to Wei Huaige today, as long as the wedding ceremony of the two of them is completed, according to the etiquette and customs of the Zhiyun Kingdom, Wei Huaige will formally hold Fu Zhenhong's canonization ceremony in the morning of the next day.

The bedroom is very big, Fu Zhenhong led the red silk and followed Wei Huaige all the way to the resting room of the bedroom.

Fu Zhenhong walked slowly on purpose, and Wei Huaige also thoughtfully cooperated with Fu Zhenhong's speed and moved forward at a leisurely pace. He seemed to enjoy the quiet and silent walk of the two of them, and the red silk connected the delicate fate between him and the boy , which gave Wei Huaige a feeling that they would be together forever.

The inner compartment of the rest has long been carefully decorated in festive red by the palace people. The window pavilion and the frame table are pasted with paper-cuts of great joy. There is a quilt embroidered with Fengluan.

After Fu Zhenhong entered the room, she put down the red silk, went straight to the stool and sat down.

Because of Fu Zhenhong's actions, the other end of the red silk fell to the ground. Wei Huaige looked down at the silk that was discarded by the owner. There was no trace of anger on his handsome face, but the corners of his lips curled up There was a touch of pampering arc.

He picked up the red silk and gathered it into a ball, placed it on the desk, and then walked to Fu Zhenhong and sat down.

Wei Huaige smelled the fragrance of Fu Zhenhong's body when he got close. It was a very strong fragrance, just like the sassafras blooming quietly in the cold winter night, obviously carrying a quiet and cold fragrance. , but it can pour straight into people's heart, as if it has the magic power to make people intoxicated and in a trance.

Wei Huaige's heartbeat began to speed up, and he turned his head slightly to look at the young man in red beside him. Through a thin layer of red wedding gauze, under the ambiguous halos of flickering candlelight, Wei Huaige faintly saw The outline of the boy's facial features covered by the hazy veil.

Wei Huaige thought of the first meeting last night, the young man who left an indelible mark in his heart at that first glance, now wearing a wedding dress, becoming his imperial concubine, sitting quietly beside him, Right within his reach.

Thinking of this, Wei Huaige felt a wonderful sense of satisfaction in his heart, and along with this feeling, there was also a faster and faster beating frequency of the heart.

Wei Huaige suppressed the excitement and joy that was about to burst out of his heart, he lowered his voice, and said his oath to the young man as calmly and naturally as possible: "Xiaohong, I will treat you well."

Fu Zhenhong remained silent and did not respond to Wei Huaige.

For insignificant people, if it is not necessary, he really doesn't want to talk to them at all, and most of the time he even looks stingy.

Wei Huaige was not annoyed at not hearing Fu Zhenhong's answer. In front of this boy, his temper seemed to have become very good. He was willing to give the boy he loves the highest pampering, but only if the boy would not leave his side.

"Xiaohong, according to etiquette, I'm going to lift your wedding cover now." Wei Huaige's deep and magnetic voice was rare to be a little nervous. He looked at the young man under the wedding dress, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

He has never been a cautious person. Although there are not many concubines in the harem, it is not without them. Occasionally, when he needs to vent his anger, he will go to those concubines. He occupies a dominant position and controls the emotions of those people with ease.However, in front of this young man, he was like a boy who just fell in love, nervous, shy, and uneasy.

Feeling his nervousness, Fu Zhenhong sneered, and directly pulled off the cover herself.

Wei Huaige did not expect Fu Zhenhong to unmask himself so unreasonably, but at this moment he has no extra thoughts to think about the extremely impolite behavior of the young man.

He stared blankly at Fu Zhenhong's overly charming face, a thin blush appeared on his handsome face, and the love in his heart became more and more surging.

Looking at the beauty under the lamp, with beautiful eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and jade cheeks and cherry lips, one's heart will sprout at a glance, and one's soul will be fascinated.

Wei Huaige has always thought that he is not a superficial person who only looks at the appearance. He has seen many beauties, and he thinks that no matter how beautiful the skin is, it is only superficial. After the initial stunning, it will eventually return to mediocrity as time goes by. However, when he faced this young man, Wei Huaige was startled to realize that there was a kind of beauty that was truly charming, a deadly bewitchment emanating from his bones.

Wei Huaige just stared at Fu Zhenhong for a long time, until Fu Zhenhong's brows furrowed in displeasure, he finally looked back.

Sun Wukong stayed on Fu Zhenhong's hairpin all the time. After Fu Zhenhong took off the hi-cap, his sight to the outside world was unobstructed.When he saw the Lord Zhiyun looking at Fu Zhenhong obsessively without blinking his eyes, an unknown fire suddenly arose in his heart.

It wasn't until Wei Huaige withdrew his gaze at last that the irritability in the great saint's heart subsided a little bit.

Wei Huaige picked up the exquisite porcelain pot placed on the table, which was filled with the best flower-carved acacia wine. When Wei Huaige slowly poured the wine into the old cup, a rich and mellow smell quickly wafted into the air middle.

Wei Huaige picked up one of the glasses of wine, and then handed the other to Fu Zhenhong. There was still a joyful and gentle smile on the corner of his lips, and the blush on his face did not fade away, "Little Hong, let's make love together." Cup, may we be united forever, with love and happiness."

Fu Zhenhong glanced lightly at the wine glass that Wei Huaige held up in front of him, and Fu Zhenhong's face was faintly reflected in the shiny wine that rippled as the candlelight swayed.

He didn't intend to take the wine at first, but when he saw the butterfly standing on his hairpin from the mellow water pattern, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly changed his mind.

Fu Zhenhong pursed her lips, and took the wine glass from Wei Huaige's hand. Because of his action, the fingertips of the two touched together at the moment of handing over.

Wei Huaige's heart was pounding, he intersected Fu Zhenhong's arms, and each took a sip.

He looked at the exquisite Adam's apple rolling up and down because of Fu Zhenhong's swallowing movements, and the slender, white neck formed a thin, smooth and graceful arc with the movement of the young man's head up.

Wei Huaige put down his drink, and couldn't help but want to touch this beautiful arc with his hands, but he held back in the end, and instead stood up and lit the incense burner himself.

The light white smoke floats in the air, and under the dim candlelight, it is mixed with the halo, creating a charming atmosphere.

Wei Huaige walked slowly in front of Fu Zhenhong, squatted down, held Fu Zhenhong's cold hands with warm and generous hands, raised his eyes to stare at Fu Zhenhong, and said affectionately and gently: "Little Hong, try Accept me, and I'll be great, great to you."

The same thing, Wei Huaige said when Fu Zhenhong was just sitting on the wooden bench, the first time Fu Zhenhong didn't respond, but at this moment, Fu Zhenhong lowered his eyes and looked down at the cautious Lord Zhiyun, There was a hint of interest in the dark eyes.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows slightly, took her hand out of Wei Huaige's hand, lifted Wei Huaige's chin, and asked casually, "How do you treat me?" There was a little disdain and love in his clear and joyful tone.

Wei Huaige held Fu Zhenhong's hand again, he turned his head and kissed Fu Zhenhong's fingertips lightly, "As long as you don't leave my side, I will give you everything."

When Fu Zhenhong heard the words, the corners of her lips curled into a slight arc, "You are just an ordinary person who will return to dust after a hundred years. Where does the confidence come from that I will need everything from you?"

Wei Huaige pursed his lips and smiled: "Xiaohong, I will live for a long time, and I will still be like this after a hundred years."

Wei Huaige's words aroused Fu Zhenhong's interest. He was sure that the Lord Zhiyun was a mortal. What are you relying on?Could it be related to that Zhiyun Guoshi?

Wei Huaige saw the interest in Fu Zhenhong's eyes, and the smile on the corners of his lips grew stronger. He stood up, reached out and stroked the snowy and smooth skin on Fu Zhenhong's face, and his warm fingertips slid across , "Xiaohong, if you are interested, I will let you know in the future."

After he finished speaking, he bent down and brought his face close to Fu Zhenhong's, staring closely at the stunning face that haunted him forever.

His eyes fell on Fu Zhenhong's beautifully shaped lips. The moist wine dyed these lips with a seductive luster, and the bright red color dotted the lips, all of which revealed a charming and charming look. beautiful color.

At this moment, the effect of alcohol seems to have paralyzed Wei Huaige's nerves, and his thoughts also seemed to become bold because of the carnival wine that entered his throat just now.

His gaze began to become explicit and hot, and his aggressive gaze slowly moved down from Fu Zhenhong's delicate lips, slid across the delicate and white neck, and finally stopped at the neckline wrapped by the wedding dress .

He wanted to untie the shirt, caress that graceful body without hindrance, let the fair and smooth skin flush slightly, he wanted to press the boy under him, love him fiercely, and listen to the sweet voice uttering love Moaning.

After thinking this way, desire and longing appeared in Wei Huaige's eyes uncontrollably, his throat began to tighten, and a hot current gathered under his lower abdomen in an instant.

"Xiaohong..." Wei Huaige called softly, with a hint of hoarseness and damp passion in his deep voice.

Wei Huaige took Fu Zhenhong's hand and walked to the bed. His hands supported Fu Zhenhong's shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. Just as he was about to make the next move, a ray of light suddenly shot from Fu Zhenhong's hair. The hairpin burst out, and the next second, the back of his neck was slashed, and he lost consciousness and fell on Fu Zhenhong's body.

Fu Zhenhong pushed Wei Huaige's body aside, stood up and looked at Monkey King who was standing by the bed, the monkey's handsome face was blushing suspiciously, but his handsome sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, sharply pressing There was obvious displeasure and a trace of obscure gloom in the person's eyes.

Fu Zhenhong met Sun Wukong's gaze, blinked her eyes, and asked knowingly, "You are angry, why?"

Sun Wukong's hand hanging by his side unconsciously clenched into a fist. The anger gushing out of his chest caused veins to appear on the back of his hand. He glanced at Lord Zhiyun who was stunned by his elbow, and immediately Turning to Fu Zhenhong again, seeing Fu Zhenhong's indifferent attitude, he said coldly, "I don't know when you became so submissive?"

What he said naturally meant that Fu Zhenhong did not resist Wei Huaige's actions at all.

Fu Zhenhong pursed her lips and remained silent.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong's eyes became colder, he gritted his teeth and said, "If I don't stop you, are you really planning to follow the behavior of Lord Zhiyun, and then just give me an upside-down on this bed like this?" phoenix?"

Fu Zhenhong suddenly laughed, "You're jealous."

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, and was about to refute, when a clear male voice suddenly came from outside the hall——

"Your Majesty, this little slave is here to burn incense and light lamps for the Lord and Imperial Concubine under the order of the Imperial Teacher."

After this voice, there was a sound of footsteps.

Sun Wukong paused for a moment, and in the next second, Fu Zhenhong grabbed his collar and dragged him onto the bed.

The author has something to say:

Great Holy Lord: I seem to have been tricked again

Xiaohong: Since ancient times, affection can’t be kept, only routines can win people’s hearts

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