Jia Yao of the Red Chamber

Chapter 51 Bridal chamber wedding night

Jia Yao sat quietly on the carved wedding bed covered with a red sheet, and the red wedding dress on her body wrapped her exquisite and beautiful girlish figure.The phoenix crown on her head has been removed, leaving only a few pearl hairpins inserted in her jet-black bun, and a few drops of emerald tassels hanging down to the side of her beautiful face with her bowed head.The translucent emerald green color is particularly touching on her snow-white skin.All the women and maids in the room stood quietly outside, leaving only Jia Yao sitting on the big bed, waiting boredly and nervously for Mo Lanyan's arrival.

Mo Lanyan didn't make her wait too long.On the wedding night, there are very few men who don't think about coming back to accompany their bride earlier.After dealing with the emperor and empress dowager and a group of ministers in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Mo Lanyan returned to his Jingyang Hall in a slightly drunken mood.Entering their wedding room, I saw a group of maids and women waiting outside.He raised his hand to stop the eunuch's singing at the door, and stepped into the inner room, wanting to see what his little wife was doing.It's just that although Mo Lanchang has some martial arts background, he drank the wine first, and his footsteps still made sounds.Jia Yao has practiced Taoyaojue for many years, and his ears are good, so he noticed it when he first entered the apse.

Hearing Mo Lanyan's footsteps, Jia Yao couldn't help becoming more nervous.The two slender hands that rested peacefully on the lap were all mixed together.Although she has lived together for decades in her previous and present lives, she has lived as a little girl in these decades.There is not much experience in love, let alone marriage.But as a woman who is not so manly in her heart, she will be afraid and look forward to getting married.Jia Yao couldn't help lowering her head, just waiting for Mo Lanyan to come in and say the first sentence.With no one staring at her, Jia Yao became more self-willed, and she didn't even want to be polite.Of course, at times like this, men generally wouldn't blame their little wife for being a little rude.

After waiting for a while, without any response, Jia Yao felt flustered little by little.I couldn't bear it in my heart, and wanted to look up to see what happened.Unexpectedly, she heard a chuckle, and then a warm and slender hand that belonged to a teenager gently pulled her twisted hands that were slightly cold due to tension, and the warmth spread to Jia Yao's heart along the fingers. "But are you in a hurry?" Mo Lanyan's voice was low and gentle.Jia Yao looked up along the arm that was also wearing the red wedding dress, and saw a handsome and gentle face. It was a face that could satisfy all girls' fantasies about their future husband. It was not overly beautiful and handsome, but rather handsome. There is gentleness in it, and youth in its stability.His eyes were full of wine, maybe he was slightly drunk.Those eyes were especially black among the Han people, and there was a bit of scrutiny and a sense of tolerance in the pupils.For some reason, Jia Yao's fear of the unknown in her heart seemed to be reduced a lot. She smiled gently and sweetly at the corner of her lips, and shook her head gently at her husband.

Mo Lanchang also sat down on the big bed, sitting next to Jia Yao, holding Jia Yao's white and soft little hand, the young and girl's palms were held together, reflected on the bright red bed sheet embroidered with lotus flowers Very nice.

There was a moment of silence in the room.Jia Yao thought for a while and asked, "Master, can you call someone in to serve you?"

Mo Lanyan didn't answer her question, but turned to look at her directly.Jia Yao didn't know why, so she also looked at him.Mo Lanchang said softly, "How about calling me Ah Chang?" Jia Yao's face turned red unexpectedly, and she told herself in her heart that this is just a title, nothing special, but she couldn't stop panting in her heart. There are sweet ripples that overlap one after another. "Okay." She nodded, and her eyes, which were still guarded before, became softer involuntarily. "Grand... Ah Chang, then you can also call my concubine... how about my baby name? When I was still at home, the elders always called my concubine 'Yaoer'." Mo Lanchang raised her arms and embraced her. In her arms, "Yao'er...? Yao'er... Yao'er means baby in the dialect of Sichuan! I think you must love you very much when you come to your house." Jia Yao nodded, "When Yao'er was at home, The elders in the family really dote on me a lot." Mo Lanyan's arm slowly slid down and slid across Jia Yao's back, with hints and comfort, "Yao'er married me, and I will love her well in the future your."

Jia Yao understood what he meant, endured the shame in her heart, raised her arms and slid all the way across his lower abdomen and chest, accidentally touched his Adam's apple, and left quickly, finally staying on the side of his groom's robe. Fastened to a row of buttons around the neck.In all fairness, she didn't want to ask the servant girl to come in to serve him at this very moment.Whether it's the one who usually serves him, or the one she brought from the mansion.Even though she had already prepared herself psychologically and accepted that she had to accept the rules and customs here in ancient times, she still couldn't restrain the deep-rooted thoughts of her previous life.This is her husband, and a husband who is quite satisfactory to her. Even if she can't monopolize him, she hopes to monopolize him.And since he himself didn't let the maids guarding the outside serve him, she was also happy to be a loving wife.

She's a girl too, a girl who wants a beautiful wedding night...

Soon, Mo Lanyan's breathing became slightly heavy, and his head gradually lowered, gradually lowered... Jia Yao raised her head cooperatively, and the moment her lips touched, Mo Lanyan let go and embraced Jia Yao's back hand, and turned to hold the back of Jia Yao's head.He first used his own lips to gently trace the delicate lips, and then the kiss deepened.The sweet taste made the inexperienced Mo Lanyan's mind blur for a moment.He closed his eyes, and the straight bridge of his nose inevitably brushed against the tip of his little wife's delicate nose, bringing an indescribable intimacy.

Jia Yao obediently and quietly endured it for a while, then gently pushed Mo Lanyan away.Mo Lanchang only felt a wisp of fragrance go away from her lips, and there was a hint of reluctance in her heart.Jia Yao continued the action of unbuttoning Mo Lan that she stopped just now.Her hands were trembling all the time, because she hadn't recovered from the kiss just now, and also because Mo Lanzhang was looking at her at this time, gentle, eager, and mixed with a trace that Jia Yao half-understood. Danger.

The action of unbuttoning was very slow, but Mo Lanyan kept silent.However, no matter how long the undressing time is delayed, it cannot be extended indefinitely.Soon, all the buttons of Mo Lanyan's robe were unbuttoned.He tore off the robe in a slightly rude manner, and threw it on the ground covered with red carpet.Only wearing the white underwear inside.

Smiling inexplicably, he took over Jia Yao's work of untying her clothes.She peeled off Jia Yao's wedding dress one by one with her own hands.Soon, only a silver-red gauze bellyband embroidered with the pattern of mandarin ducks playing in water was left on Jia Yao's body.Mo Lanzhang looked at her snow-white breasts half covered by the apron, and her jet-black eyes became deeper and deeper.

Just turning around, Jia Yao, who hadn't understood the situation, was crushed by Mo Lanyan.

The rest will become less and less humane...

If there was someone in that room, one could only see a strong arm protruding from the depth of the bed, fumbling impatiently at the bed curtain, and the big red curtain was lowered.Covering what is behind the curtain of the carved wedding bed.Then, a white obscene garment was thrown out.Then there is a bright red apron, the place where the apron is tied seems to have been torn, and the fragrance in it is self-evident.

What happened that night seemed like a bizarre dream.Later, Jia Yao could only remember the bright red swaying sweetly and lively in front of her eyes.After the unfamiliar and expectant pain came, boundless joy overwhelmed her, overwhelmed her, and gradually went away, finally anchored in the warm yellow light of a pair of thick dragon and phoenix candles at the head of the bed.Together with the deep words filled with clear spring water and sweet honey, "It was only then that I realized that April spring on the mountain came late, just to wait for you, the Peach Blossom Fairy..."

Then there was the low voice, "Yao'er..."

I don’t know how much time has passed since then, maybe it’s just a blink of an eye, maybe it’s been a long life... Jia Yao felt as if she had fallen asleep, and felt that she was still conscious, and could still hug the young man with slightly sweaty temples tightly. , Floating with him in the boundless sea.Her gaze was restless, filled with fragile and gentle anxiety, but was quickly kissed by the man gently on the eyes.

She seemed to be asleep, feeling the delicate and warm kisses between her eyebrows, and gradually fully bloomed into a coquettish and delicate peach blossom on the big red bed curtain.The aura from Xianluan Terrace transformed by Tao Yaojue circulated in the woman's veins by itself, but it seemed that there was some new breath through the place where the two were connected.Domineering and tough, warm and reliable.

Yin Feng... A blurry light and shadow passed before Jia Yao's eyes, but soon drifted into the boundless dust, as if it was just a moment, Jia Yao couldn't even remember the name clearly.Before she was about to lose consciousness, the only name she remembered at this moment overflowed from her lips: Mo Lanyan...

In a trance, there seemed to be golden veins floating between Mo Lanyan's brows. Jia Yao vaguely raised her hand and brushed that handsome brow lightly, but she only thought it was a dream of her own...

The moonlight outside the window was extraordinarily clear tonight, actually passing through the window screens and bed curtains, and sprinkled all the way into the brocade quilt that turned red waves, jumping out of a romantic and soft arc with the rolling of the wedding quilt.

No wonder it is said that the spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers have fragrance and the moon has shade... Even the six palaces have no color, and the king never goes to court early, but it seems to be excused...