Song Mingcai stood in front of Song Zhiyu's wedding room. She tilted her head and asked the guards to throw Xie Buyu directly here.

She stood at the door, looking down at Xie Buyu lying unconscious on the ground, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, she just wanted to give Song Zhiyu a reputation as a romantic.

As an emperor's concubine marrying a national master, but having a romantic nature, Song Mingcai felt that Zuo Qiutan would be very concerned about it, not to mention the rumors from outsiders.

In this way, it would not be easy to drive a wedge between her and Zuo Qiutan.

A long time passed.

The door was opened again, Song Zhiyu walked into the wedding room with a smile and a crooked eyebrow, ready to wait for Zuo Qiutan to return.

As soon as she entered the door, she felt something was wrong. She glanced at the ground and saw the unconscious Xie Buyu lying on the ground. The smile on Song Zhiyu's lips instantly froze on her face.

Her expression instantly turned cold. Song Zhiyu held up her skirt and strode to Xie Buyu's side. She knelt down and patted Xie Buyu's face with her hands.

But after several pats, Xie Buyu showed no signs of waking up, and even Song Zhiyu couldn't help but cover her nose because of the smell of alcohol on his body.

She frowned slightly and managed to throw Xie Buyu out and let him spend the night on the floor outside the house.

When Zuo Qiutan came back, he also saw Xie Buyu at the door. His eyes darkened slightly, he opened the door and stepped over the threshold and walked in. He closed the door and strode to Song Zhiyu.

At this moment, Song Zhiyu was still wearing a hijab on her head, her hands were placed neatly on her legs, waiting for someone to remove her red hijab.

Zuo Qiutan picked up the wedding scale placed nearby and gently lifted the hijab on Song Zhiyu's head. What caught his eye was the charming peach blossom eyes slowly looking towards him.

Today is a great day. Song Zhiyu has exquisite makeup on her face, which makes her already extremely beautiful appearance even better.

Zuo Qiutan swallowed his saliva, and for a moment even thought of questioning the man at the door was forgotten. He stood there blankly, without moving.

"What's wrong? Are you stupid?"

Seeing Zuo Qiutan's stunned look, Song Zhiyu couldn't help but feel amused. She looked at Zuo Qiutan's face with crimson eyes and a red cloud, and she even thought of teasing him in her heart.

She lowered her eyes and fell on his hand, slowly stretched out her fingers and gently hooked Zuo Qiutan's fingers and shook them for a while.

Zuo Qiutan suddenly came to his senses. He quickly took his hand out of Song Zhiyu's fingers and turned his head, not daring to look at Song Zhiyu again.

Just when Song Zhiyu was still trying to tease him, Zuo Qiutan suddenly turned around and looked over. Those black eyes were staring at him, with a slightly serious expression. He pointed at the door and couldn't help asking: "Xie Buyu"

Why are you outside the door?"

"He was still in the house just now."

Hearing this, Zuo Qiutan's expression became even worse. He gritted his teeth. His eyes were full of sinisterness. Song Zhiyu's words seemed to explain the relationship between the two of them.

But since they have such a good relationship, why did you insist on choosing him in the first place?!

Invisibly, Zuo Qiutan felt that his mood was being affected by Song Zhiyu. He clenched his fists angrily, but he could do nothing to Song Zhiyu.

Seeing that it was too much, Song Zhiyu quickly explained the whole story.

"If this palace doesn't throw this person out, wouldn't it be even more disturbing if you come back to see him?"

After hearing Song Zhiyu's explanation, Zuo Qiutan breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned and immediately corrected Song Zhiyu's wording.

"Why are you so upset? There is only a transaction between you and me."

When he thought about the poisonous insects in his body, his frown deepened.

"Now that the marriage is concluded, it means that you and I are like grasshoppers tied to a rope. I don't think I need this bug. Why don't you help me untie it, madam?"

When Song Zhiyu heard the word "Madam", she didn't react at all at first. She had not yet adapted to the fact that she had become Zuo Qiutan's wife.

She was stunned for a moment, and it was not until Zuo Qiutan repeatedly urged her to untie the poison and give him the antidote that she finally came to her senses.

Song Zhiyu blinked her eyes, raised her eyes and looked at Zuo Qiutan's serious face, and promised again and again: "In the future, when this temple takes revenge, the poison on your body will be untied."

Zuo Qiutan nodded, Song Zhiyu was born as Ziweixing, and he himself had to help and support Song Zhiyu to reach her position.

It's not like he couldn't accept what she said.

He thought about it again and thought of something. He looked at Song Zhiyu meaningfully and said nothing.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by Zuo Qiutan, Song Zhiyu bit her lower lip and couldn't help but touch her face with her hands.

Women love beauty very much, not even Song Zhiyu. Moreover, Zuo Qiutan is her husband from tonight. Any lady likes to make a fool of herself in front of her husband.

Zuo Qiutan coughed slightly, turned his eyes elsewhere, and touched his nose with his hand, feeling a little uncomfortable, "Although our marriage was caused by various factors, does this title mean..."
Chapter completed!