The Story of the Male Supporting Counterattack

The red candles are shining brightly, and the curtains are hanging down.

It was approaching midnight, the dragon and phoenix candles had already burned to the end, and Prince Showa hadn't arrived yet, Bai Su couldn't bear it anymore, and was already drowsy, leaning quietly on the side of the bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

The door panel with the big red Double Happiness characters was pushed open, Prince Showa walked in reeking of alcohol, his footsteps were messy, and he looked quite drunk.

The maids woke up with a start, and hurriedly stepped forward to help, and then helped Prince Showa behind the screen, and waited for him to wash and change clothes.

After the groom finished grooming, the bride came over with a wedding scale dotted with gold and jade, bowed and presented it with both hands, saying pleasing and auspicious words in her mouth.

Prince Showa's eyes were bleary, he paused for a moment, took the scale, lifted the hijab embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, and then exposed a beautiful face like a fish and a wild goose under the candlelight, with a moth head, eyebrows, nose and lips, The small and exquisite hibiscus noodles are delicate and soft, and it is breathtaking at first sight.

After seeing the appearance of his newlywed wife clearly, Prince Zhaohe narrowed his eyes slightly, and a dark light flashed across his eyes quickly. It seemed to his heart that the rumors were indeed true, and this Princess Bijiang was really worthy of being the number one beauty of Dayong. title.

If you really want to pick out some faults, it is probably because of your young age, your body is too slender, and your palm-sized face does not seem to have any flesh, but the contours of your face are not soft enough.

While watching and thinking like this, he didn't realize how piercing his gaze was. Under the gaze of Prince Zhaohe, Bai Su felt like sitting on pins and needles, his sleepiness disappeared, and he tightly clutched the white porcelain bottle in his hand.

Xi Niang covered her mouth and smiled, and said in an ambiguous tone: "It seems that His Royal Highness likes our princess very much, so the servants should not stay here to be an eyesore." After speaking, she bowed to all the maids and left.

After the maid left, Bai Su and Prince Zhaohe were the only ones left in the wedding room. The two looked at each other, and they were very quiet for a moment, and a needle could be heard.

After a moment of silence, Prince Zhaohe suddenly took a step forward, and Bai Su's heart jumped into his throat, and he quickly reminded: "Wait, I haven't had a cup of wine yet, I'll pour it."

After finishing speaking, Prince Zhaohe was slightly stunned, showing no intention of stopping, Bai Su got up and came to the round table, picked up the long-necked white jade wine jug, poured two glasses of wine, and covered the powder in the white porcelain bottle with his sleeves. Enter, and then hand the cup with ingredients to Prince Showa.

The other party took it lazily with a chuckle, and his reaction was completely opposite to that of Bai Su who was obviously too nervous. The line of the neck, and the slightly protruding Adam's apple, lowered the eyelids, and the gaze fell directly on Bai Su's face, which was extremely oppressive.

Noticing Prince Showa's swallowing movement, Bai Su finally let go of his heart, and picked up the wine glass to take a sip.

Prince Showa turned the wine glass upside down, implying that he had finished drinking, and then said in a low voice: "It's getting late, Your Royal Highness, let's rest earlier."

Bai Su's heart skipped a beat. Looking closely at his face, he saw Prince Zhaohe's cheeks were slightly drunk, his phoenix eyes were a bit lazy, his thin lips were slightly hooked, and his smile was not a smile. He couldn't help but muttered, thinking Did the medicine work?If not, wouldn't it be suicide if I went to bed now?

However, at the moment when Bai Su's heart was overwhelmed, Prince Zhaohe had already taken off his clothes, lay on the bed, and thoughtfully set aside "half of the country" for Bai Su.

Bai Su frowned and walked over slowly, slowly took off his shoes and picked up the phoenix crown. After a long delay, he turned his head tentatively, and sure enough, he saw that Prince Zhaohe had closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Feeling the twists and turns of the content of the day, Bai Su patted his chest, rolled his eyes in a very disfigured way, and hurriedly speeded up, pulling off the heavy and cumbersome wedding clothes, worried that the Prince Showa would find out his identity, but he did not dare to act like before. She only wore obscene clothes like that, so she had to pull out a soft sarong, forced her face to be worn as pajamas, and then curled herself up into a ball and lay on the side of the bed.

Probably because of the ups and downs just now, Bai Su's mood has not completely recovered yet, Bai Su is not too sleepy at this time, and simply looks at her newly married "husband-in-law" under the fluorescent light of a few night pearls on the wall.

Just now he was only thinking about how to get away with it, Bai Su hadn't paid attention to Prince Showa's appearance, now he looked at it carefully and suddenly realized that it was not a fluke that this man got such a stunning name, his face is elegant and handsome, just like a banished man. Immortal, it's no wonder that the news of Prince Showa's grand wedding broke the hearts of countless unmarried girls in Yinguo and Dayong.

The jade osmanthus slanted to the west, shaking off the ground and shining brightly.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Su fell into a deep sleep. At the same time, the man on the other side of the bed quietly opened his eyes and looked over calmly.