Xiao Qian'er laughed and said seriously: "Brother Rong'er, what do you think you should do? Someone seems to have to leave as long as the wedding bed is, forget it, okay, what she says is what she wants to satisfy her wish. Let's move on the battlefield and go to my room to sleep... Qian'er's bed is a little small, but we are very anxious and good, Brother Rong'er, what do you think?"

Before Zhao Rong could speak, a red shadow flashed in front of him.

Xiao Qian'er's little head that had originally poked out of the bed was gone.

It was shrunk back in a flash.

He took him back and saw clearly the shape of the bed. It turned out that Qingjun jumped out of the quilt, covered Xiao Qian'er with the mandarin duck bedding on his body, and at the same time rushed over and suppressed her.

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Concubine Zhao ignored it, opened her bare hands and pressed the little girl's "dog head" under her quilt under her body.

Zhao Rong saw that under the dark orange candlelight, the woman with autumn eyes looked angry and ashamed, her whole oval face seemed to be dyed by this wedding bed he carefully prepared, which could touch any man in the world:

The cheeks were red like dreams.

The red lips are so moist.

The tears mole under Qiu Shui's long eyes was trembling and moving, like a flame jumping on the candlestick on the wedding night.

A few strands of playful black hair scattered on her forehead, and her messy hair covered the transparent ear beads. It was actually colder than usual, adding a bit of charm that he couldn't say.

Zhao Rong stood in front of the bed and couldn't help but stretch out his hand, trying to touch the fascinating face. Halfway through, his hand shrank back and pointed to her purple embroidered shoes under the bed, "Shoes, shoes are here..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Lingfei, who was sitting on the bed, leaned forward with her upper body directly, her cheeks approaching her palm that was about to hang down.

Zhao Rong was within reach.

She raised her head, looked straight into his eyes, pressing the trembling tone in her throat, asking, "Did you prepare these?"

It's like a question that knows why.

Zhao Rong did not treat it as nonsense and answered seriously, "Yes."

"You...you still kept that night?"

It refers to the wedding night when the two parted unhappily.

He thought about it seriously and nodded:

"It's like the first time I met you, I haven't forgotten it."

"I...I haven't forgotten either...How could I forget it..." the woman lowered her head and whispered.

He looked up and asked, "Then, when did you start preparing?"

"I left the left room where I was sleeping and secretly came here for a decoration. I thought you would like it. Cough cough, I couldn't help it tonight, and I wanted to sleep with you in my arms..."

Halfway through Zhao Rong's words, he ran into her eyes and was stunned for a moment, realizing that she seemed to be asking more than this "preparation".

He whispered softly and said truthfully:

"I was very early, and when I made up with you, I thought of compensating you for a real wedding night. From then on, I started buying things and putting them together. I don't know much about these things. I can only try to restore the arrangement of the wedding room based on my memory. Just tonight, I was wandering around in a bustling town. I met some shops for wedding items, and finally bought all the last few items..."

Zhao Rong said, looking away, because the burning gaze of the woman on the bed made him feel a little embarrassed.

As she listened, she suddenly asked, "Then...whether your groom's uniform? Are you still there?"

"I'm here, always carry it."

"You... put it on."

She said.
Chapter completed!