On the second day of the wedding of an ordinary couple, they had to get up early to offer tea to their elders. Xu Jin and Fu Rong naturally had to worship him, but they had to go to the palace.

Because the emperor wanted to go to court early, there was another hour after the court to deal with government affairs, Xu Jin was not in a hurry. After waking up, he had a severe headache. Knowing that it was the consequence of drunkenness last night, Xu Jin raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, lay quietly for a while, and waited for the discomfort to hug his wife next to him.

When he was with Fu Rong in his previous life, he didn't feel like he liked her much. Later, he went on a war for more than half a year, but occasionally he would miss her at night, thinking about the feeling of having someone sleeping around him, and the same was true after he was reborn.

When he met, Xu Jin opened his eyes and laughed unconsciously before he saw anyone.

Fu Rong lay with his back to him. Because he felt uncomfortable, Xu Jin woke up as soon as he put his hand on him. He was just lazy to pay attention to him and still pretended to be asleep.

Xu Jin didn't know what she was thinking, so he leaned over and held up his arm to look at her.

It was dawn outside and the gauze tent was still a little dim, but this did not prevent Xu Jin from seeing his wife's pale face clearly. It seemed that overnight, she had lost weight and was haggard. Her thin eyebrows were slightly frowning, which made people feel distressed for no reason.

The smile on the corner of Xu Jin's mouth froze.

Some scenes suddenly floated last night.

He vaguely remembered that she cried and leaned against the door panel and kept grabbing him. At first, Xu Jin felt a little distressed, but he liked the first time she gave him. He liked the tears she shed because of him. He was even more shocked by her body that obviously made him unable to stop compared to the memories, so he didn't stop. Moreover, he remembered that in the previous life, she was not very comfortable at first, but she liked it for a long time. He thought it was the same now, and then...

He forgot everything, and only the best she gave was left in his mind.

Did he ask for too much and she was tired?

Xu Jin felt pity and slowly sat up, trying to lean over and kiss her.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a dark red spot on the bedding beside the gauze tent, which fell on a pink peony embroidery table, which was very obvious.

Xu Jin's body stiffened.

That red, is blood?

Xu Jin couldn't help looking at her, covered by Jin's quilt. He reached out to lift the quilt and looked at her secretly, and his eyes fell on the palm of his hand and condensed.

Xu Jin spread his hands, with blurred blood marks on it. He looked at the head of the bed. There was a veil to pick her up. Afterwards, he seemed to grab the veil and wipe it off. At this time, the veil was originally a snow-white color, covered with red patches.

Xu Jin's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he didn't care that he might wake her up, so he pulled open the quilts of the two of them. She was wearing pajamas and had clearly gotten up last night, but the mattress that had never been changed was stained with blood.

She...did he hurt her?

As soon as the thought came, Xu Jin's heart was hanging up and looked at Fu Rong quietly. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he moved, and hesitated and slowly turned her over. Then he carefully took off her pajamas and stared at Fu Rong nervously.

Fu Rong was still motionless, so it would be better for him to see it. In the next few days, she had an excuse not to ask him to touch her. She wanted Xu Jin to spoil her, but she didn't just want a man's heart. She didn't just want to cater to her. She didn't get angry when she was angry, and when a man was guilty, she didn't take the opportunity to tell him to understand what was wrong. That was something that only a silly woman would do.

Xu Jin saw Fu Rong's wounds clearly, then looked at the spots of blood on the quilt, and felt distressed and regretful.

Whether he didn't like her in his previous life or was angry with her in this life, he never thought of hurting her. She was just a ruthless woman who was a little scheming. How could he get into a harsh relationship with a girl with no power? But now, when he wanted to make her moved, and when he repeatedly promised to be nice to her, he hurt her like this. He couldn't imagine what she thought when she got up to deal with herself last night.

When he pinched her a nail mark, she was so angry that she wanted to scratch her back, now...

If he had caught him a few times, he would have calmed down. Xu Jin arrested her without complaint, but he knew that Fu Rong would not forgive him easily this time.

The wedding night was like this, and Xu Jin regretted it. He looked at the little pale-faced girl and put on her pants again. He glanced at the green marks on her fair and long legs, and Xu Jin regretted it even more and wanted to go back to last night. He would rather not than end like this.

After dressing, Xu Jin was hesitating about what to do, and suddenly saw that she woke up.

Xu Jin looked at her with uneasiness in his eyes.

Fu Rong looked at him twice, and turned around without expression.

"Thick, I didn't mean it last night." Xu Jin hurriedly chased after him. When he lowered his head, he saw tears flowing down from her slender and slightly curled eyelashes, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, just silently crying, without any complaints, and then he made him realize the infinite grievances in her heart.

Xu Jin really regretted it, and felt that it was useless to explain it. After a moment of silence, he hugged her shoulder and turned the person over, and while helping her cry, he admitted his mistake softly: "I was wrong. I drank too much wine last night and couldn't help it. I know you were wronged. You said, how can I apologize to you before you forgive me?"

Fu Rong ignored him, tears kept falling, and his thin shoulders trembled gently in his arms.

Xu Jin looked at her pitiful look, with a headache and helplessness.

Knowing that she was reborn, he could hardly tell whether her tears were true or not, but this time, he had no doubts.

"Stop crying, I really didn't mean it." Xu Jin lowered his head to eat her tears, knowing that he was inappropriate. In order to coax her, he was willing to say anything, "I was fascinated by ghosts last night. Don't be afraid of it. I will never love you anymore. I will listen to you whatever you say at night. If you don't like standing, I will not force you again, okay?"

Fu Rong still stopped talking, but his tears gradually stopped.

Xu Jin quietly breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed against her wet face, "Don't cry, I will feel uncomfortable when you cry."

The genius believed his sweet words!

Fu Rong turned his head and hid him.

Xu Jin turned her face away and his voice became lighter: "Talk you to speak, say it, I will be willing to accept it no matter how you punish me."

Fu Rong's tears fell again. Just when Xu Jin thought she was going to punish him, she opened her eyes and accused with tears in her eyes: "I hurt..."

His appearance was pitiful and his voice was even more pitiful. Xu Jin's eyes were inexplicably sour. He was afraid that she would notice it. He pressed the person into his arms and kissed her head: "I know, I promise you that there will never be another next time. Dandan believes in me, and there will really be another next time."

Fu Rong finally cried out loudly and hit him like venting his venting hand, "I asked you to stop and you didn't listen to me... I was so painful that I couldn't walk, but you slept so well. You didn't have me in your heart at all. Those who were coaxing me before marriage, what long life threads, I almost felt so painful last night..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Xu Jin followed her everything, but she didn't want to listen to her death. She covered her mouth and looked at her, "Dan Dan will live for a hundred years, and live for a hundred years with me."

Fu Rong looked at him, suddenly grabbed his hand and bit his wrist, bit him hard, and the smell of blood came into his mouth.

Xu Jin looked at her gently. The harder she tried, the bigger the smile on his lips.

If you are willing to bite him, you are willing to forgive him.

"You are not allowed to touch me before the Mid-Autumn Festival. If I am not well after the Mid-Autumn Festival, you are not allowed to touch me!" He threw away his hand, Fu Rong turned around and said to her punishment with hatred.

"Okay, I will never touch you before you recover from the injury." There were seven days left before the Mid-Autumn Festival, but Xu Jin did not think about it and agreed very happily. He turned over and faced her face, and asked in a pleasing manner: "Is there anyone else?"

Fu Rong glared at him fiercely, closed his eyes and said, "I am very angry with the prince now. Unless necessary, the prince should not talk to me."

"Then when will you get angry?" She became childish again, and Xu Jin touched her long hair with a funny look.

Fu Rong thought about it and snorted in a low voice: "I don't know. Anyway, I will take the initiative to talk to the prince if I get angry. I didn't take the initiative to pay attention to the prince. Don't bother me, just don't bother me."

Is it a pity to take the initiative to pay attention to him?

Xu Jin continued to respond happily, "Is there a third punishment?"

Fu Rong was determined to test Xu Jin's bottom line of indulgence. After a while, he looked at him and said, "The prince likes to stand so much. I'll give the prince a little incense tonight. The prince stands at the door until Xiangmi before sleeping?"

Xu Jin frowned, Fu Rong said intimately that he was just about to expose this, but he heard him ask: "I only stood for one stick of incense last night?"

Fu Rong was stunned for a moment before he understood what Xu Jin meant. He couldn't help but grab the pillow and hit him. She was so painful that she almost died, and later she fainted. How could he remember how long he had been tormenting? Because he was the prince, he said a stick of incense, but he actually thought it was short?

Xu Jin smiled softly and smashed her obediently. When she had smashed enough, he put down his pillow and lay down, holding her hand and kissed her: "Okay, stand for one stick of incense and stand for one stick of incense. Who made me suffer the consequences?"

He was willing to respond to the punishment of standing up. Fu Rong became a little more angry. After realizing it, he realized that the man was kissing her hand and quickly shrank back: "You promise not to touch me!"

Xu Jin was stunned: "Even, you are not allowed to touch your hands?" He thought he was just not allowed to have sex...

Fu Rong didn't say anything, just silently brewing tears, and soon shed tears again.

Xu Jin had no choice but to touch her head, and reached halfway, then took it back, got up and said, "I'll go to the palace to ask you for peace later. I'll go see how they are preparing. You can sleep for a while. I'll call you before leaving."

Fu Rong nodded, pulled the quilt and turned inside.

Xu Jin was actually reluctant to leave. Looking at her black hair scattered on her pillow, she regretted it again last night.
Chapter completed!