The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

There was a dark storm outside, but Ke Yunchu was dressed in a gorgeous wedding dress, sitting by the couch, obediently waiting for Feng Jialan to come in.

But he waited for a long time, his back was sore from sitting, and there was no sign of him coming back.

Ke Yunchu couldn't help but secretly relaxed his back a little, and it wasn't so tight anymore, which made him feel more comfortable.

This soft couch is so soft and comfortable, he really wanted to lie down on it for a while, but he didn't dare, because he was afraid that brother Jialan would come back suddenly, and he would see him not being polite Woolen cloth.

With this thought in mind, even though he felt uncomfortable in his back, he still obediently straightened his back again.

The red candle was half-burned, Ke Yunchu stared at the dancing candlelight, and became distracted.

His eyes were suddenly attracted by a smear of red, his buttocks moved uneasily, and finally he couldn't bear the loneliness and jumped off the bed, holding the smear of red in his hands.

It was a red hijab. He also drank other people's wedding wine with his father before, and the bride always had to wear a red hijab.

He thought it was fun, and excitedly put the red hijab on his head, a mischievous smile secretly appeared on the corner of his mouth under the hijab, will brother Jialan be surprised when he comes in?

Ke Yunchu stared at his toes through the gap in Xipa, obediently waiting for the person who came to provoke his hijab.

It wasn't until he was a little tired from waiting and almost fell asleep that he heard footsteps from far to near.

He shivered in an instant, came to his senses, straightened the crooked hipa, and sat upright.

But the strange thing was that the footsteps coming towards him were not steady, but one step deeper and shallower, as if he had lost his breath and was seriously injured.

Is this the footsteps of brother Jialan?

Ke Yunchu was a little puzzled, should his steps be steady and powerful?

"pat-"

The door was pushed open, and the cool night air poured into the door, Ke Yunchu couldn't help shivering.

The wind blowing outside the door blew a corner of the red hijab, and Ke Yunchu vaguely saw someone coming in. The other person was also dressed in red, and it was indeed Feng Jialan.

The other party's footsteps were vain, and there was a scent of wine in the air.

Ke Yunchu couldn't see anyone with his red hijab, but could only see the other person's boots. He was a little nervous, and his fingers unconsciously buttoned the delicate patterns on the wedding dress.

Feng Jialan looked at Ke Yunchu who was sitting on the soft couch, all he could think of was what Qi Rongxia had said to him, and every word and sentence he expressed was to let him treat him well.

He has a complex expression, and he is unwilling. Why on earth has this little fool been kept in Qi Rongxia's mind for so many years?

"Brother Jialan, you should pick my red hijab!"

Feng Jialan didn't move for a long time, but Ke Yunchu urged him on his own initiative.

Shameless.Feng Jialan became more and more angry, and immediately grabbed the red hijab and threw it aside.

Ke Yunchu had been under the red veil all the time, and had already adapted to the darkness, but now that the veil was taken off, he couldn't adapt to the light for a while, and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Feng Jialan reached out and lifted Ke Yunchu's chin, lifting his face.

Candles were burning and flickering on the table, illuminating the bright face in front of him.

Feng Jialan sneered and said, "Is it good-looking enough, is it because of such a face..."

Ke Yunchu couldn't hear Feng Jialan's sarcasm, but he was praising himself for his beauty at the time, so he pursed the corners of his lips shyly.

Feng Jialan felt that his smile was very dazzling, and the hand that pinched his chin became stronger and stronger unconsciously, which made Ke Yunchu feel a little painful, and couldn't help groaning, "Brother Jialan, it hurts so much." ..."

The voice was so soft and greasy that it could drip water.

Feng Jialan didn't let go, instead she frowned and stared at Ke Yunchu for a while, then kissed her.

Said it was a kiss, but it wasn't.

The only thing Ke Yunchu could feel was pain. Brother Jialan kept biting him like a puppy, biting his soft place so painful and hot.

But he didn't dare to struggle, he knew it was him getting close to himself.

Feng Jialan had vented enough, supported her body and looked at Ke Yunchu who was pushed down by her on the bed. His black hair like a waterfall spread out on the big red wedding bed, making her skin whiter and darker.

Feng Jialan's actions were rough, and Ke Yunchu's lips were bitten to the point of blood, which seemed to be getting more and more beautiful.

The corners of Ke Yunchu's eyes were wet, and he looked at him pitifully and aggrieved, but Feng Jialan was even more annoyed, and said angrily, "What's the matter, don't want to do it? A few days ago, you were arguing about being a princess, so you don't have any preparations for this? "

Then he sneered again: "Oh, I almost forgot, you are a fool who doesn't understand anything... don't say serving me, you probably don't even know how to blaspheme yourself?"

Unexpectedly, Ke Yunchu raised his hand to smooth his eyebrows, and whispered: "Brother Jialan, don't be angry, Chuchu knows... Chuchu wants to consummate the marriage with Brother Jialan."

The consummation of the house was learned in the class he took before the big wedding. The mother was afraid that he would make the prince unhappy by serving him, so she focused on teaching him the art of the house.

After Ke Yunchu finished speaking, he also became shy rarely.

Feng Jialan looked at his bright red cheeks and sneered in her heart, "Then why are you still standing there? Do you want me to serve you?"

Ke Yunchu recalled what the nanny had taught him, that he wanted to undress Feng Jialan, but he stuttered even to undress, and he couldn't untie it for a long time, and even got into a knot.

Feng Jialan was agitated by the random hands touching his coat, and impatiently stretched out his hand to push him away. Without noticing him, he was pushed down on the bed, looking at herself with puzzled eyes.

Those eyes were clear and bright, without any trace of filth.

Feng Jialan raised his hand to take the red hijab that he threw not far away just now, covered Ke Yunchu's eyes with the hijab, and tied a knot behind his head.

Ke Yunchu panicked, he didn't like the dark very much, but Feng Jialan blindfolded him.

Ke Yunchu's soft little hands wanted to tear off the hijab, but Feng Jialan grabbed his wrist with one hand, unable to move.

Ke Yunchu couldn't see things, his heart was beating like thunder, and he asked tentatively, "Brother Jialan?"

This seems to be different from what he learned... Is this how consummation is supposed to be done?

In the next second, Ke Yunchu felt the friction of the clothes being pulled on his body and the sound of the cloth being torn.

As his skin felt the coolness, he understood that the wedding clothes that the embroidered women had spent days and nights to re-finish were turned into a pile of rags in Feng Jialan's hands.

He said anxiously: "Brother Jialan...can you untie it? I want to watch you..."

The more invisible you are, the more terrified you are of what is about to happen.

He heard from the nanny that this matter, whether it is a man or a woman, is very painful at the beginning, and if his husband takes pity on him, the pain will be lessened.

But obviously his husband didn't feel pity for him, as if he just regarded him as a container that knew no pain and no emotion.

The severe pain made Ke Yunchu's whole body tense, and he struggled violently: "It hurts...Brother Jialan...Don't be like this..."

Feng Jialan's body is hot, but her eyes are as cold as ice: "Don't you just want to be a princess? Don't you know what consummation is?"

Ke Yunchu also felt that he was too useless, and tried hard to cooperate with him, but he was really in too much pain, as if torn in two, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, and wet the red cloth tied in front of his eyes.

Feeling the moist feeling, Feng Jialan was startled, stretched out his hand to untie the knot at the back of his head, saw the face of the person in front of him was pale, and the teardrops slipped from the corners of his eyes like broken threads.

It was the first time he saw him cry.

Feng Jialan withdrew, indifferently tidying up her slightly messy clothes, "It's a spoiler."

He walked away quickly and slammed the door hard.

Ke Yunchu wanted to catch up and told him that he could persevere and not disappoint, could he not leave...

However, his legs were unbearably unable to move, and he was so anxious that he burst into tears, and finally fell asleep at some point.

When the palace servants came to clean up the next day, they knocked on the door for a long time and there was no movement. When they opened the door, they saw Ke Yunchu who was still asleep with tears on his face and traces of violence all over his body.

He stepped forward and shouted: "Crown Princess! Crown Princess?"

Ke Yunchu opened his heavy eyelids, looking at the strange eunuch staring at him in amazement.

"Crown princess, this servant is new to serve you, and his name is Deyang."

Ke Yunchu followed his gaze and looked at his body. He knew it must be ugly, but he didn't expect it to look so miserable. It didn't look like he had consummated the room last night, but it looked like he had a fight, and there was even blood on the mattress.

It would be normal if Ke Yunchu was a woman, but he is a man, where there is no virgin blood, it can only show that he was injured.

Deyang didn't approach just now, and didn't see the blood clearly, but now that he saw it, his face changed, and he hurried forward to check Ke Yunchu's wound, and then carefully applied medicine to him.

Ke Yunchu was embarrassed to bother the other party, and he didn't dare to shout loudly, so he could only bite his lower lip to resist the pain caused by the medicine.

After the palace servants finished processing, Feng Jialan opened the curtain and walked in, and asked indifferently, "It's cleaned up? Do you still want the queen mother to wait for you?"

When Feng Jialan glanced at Ke Yunchu, it didn't seem at all that she had an intimate relationship with Cai last night, it was like looking at a stranger.

Thinking of what happened last night, Ke Yunchu's face turned pale.

Brother Jialan was very nice to him before, but last night he was a bit scary... Is it because he was drunk?

He asked Brother Jialan to be lighter many times, but he turned a deaf ear...

Today I should go to the central palace to meet the queen. Hearing what he said, Ke Yunchu lowered his head in shame, and replied in a low voice, "...I know Brother Jialan, I will hurry up."

The palace servants didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly dressed Ke Yunchu and tied his belt. At first glance, apart from his pale face, there was nothing abnormal about him.