Luo Zhaoyun took a shower, washed away the smell of alcohol, and then walked into the bridal chamber. The whole room was filled with bright red, and red cloth was hung on some roofs. On the pillars, more than a dozen pairs of red candles were burning quietly in each corner, illuminating the room was particularly bright, just like the eyes, with festive colors everywhere.

He walked around the screen, opened the curtain, and saw Princess Ruyi in the inner room, wearing a phoenix crown and a red veil covering her appearance, sitting upright on the edge of the bed, waiting quietly.

The two palace maids stood beside the bed, serving the princess’ various needs at any time, such as being hungry, erectile dysfunction, etc., basic physiological needs.

When the door of the room opened, the palace maid's eyes lit up, and subconsciously turned around. When Luo Zhaoyun entered the room, Du Fu bowed and was respectful and polite, because from then on, this duke was the prince consort, and they would follow the princess for the rest of their lives. After joining the Luo Mansion, their fate was controlled by the prince consort. If they were lucky, they could be a concubine with some rain and dew.

"You guys go down and wait first, just have the princess and I here." Luo Zhaoyun killed the maid away, not wanting outsiders to be light bulbs, which ruined the romantic atmosphere of the wedding night.

"Yes!" The maid left, leaving only Luo Zhaoyun and Princess Ruyi in the room.

He approached step by step, looking at Ruyi, who had a slender figure, was quiet and dignified under the red makeup and clouds. He thought of everything they had experienced, long waiting, and ten years of love. He was just an eleven-year-old girl back then, but in a blink of an eye he became a girl in her twenties.

In fact, she was only twenty-one or two years old and was not old. However, in ancient times, she had not yet married after two decades. It was indeed rare.

Many noble daughters and royal princesses often get married at the age of sixteen or seventeen, and even aristocratic daughters with a down-and-out family often get married at the age of three or fourteen. Through marriage, the status quo of the family can be changed prematurely.

"Ruyi!" Luo Zhaoyun called out affectionately, and Princess Ruyi trembled all over. The feeling of blessings in her heart was fulfilled as she wished, and she was very excited.

When Luo Zhaoyun lifted the veil, Ruyi's cheeks were already full of tears.

"Ruyi, what's wrong with you?" Luo Zhaoyun looked at the princess who was more beautiful than Huahua, and was already crying loudly at this time.

Ruyi said: "I waited for too long this day. I once thought it was difficult to realize it. I didn't expect that my dreams came true today and I always felt that it was a bit illusory. Your call just now made me truly feel that all this is true."

"Silly girl, of course it's true. Today we are husband and wife." Luo Zhaoyun sighed,

"I never have to leave you anymore, nor have I have to guard the cold yard of the palace..." Ruyi became more and more excited and was about to cry again.

Luo Zhaoyun took a deep breath and felt the beauty's sincere love. He felt that his heart seemed to melt.

Ruyi threw herself into Luo Zhaoyun's arms, hugged her arms tightly around his waist, feeling the rhythm of blood and pulse between each other, which was real.

"Come on, you haven't eaten for an afternoon. Let's take a cushion first, then wash up, and you can get a real cave."

Ruyi heard the next sentence, her cheeks turned red and she said softly: "I don't understand these things, Zhaoyun, you want to teach me."

"Haha, then you've asked the right person. I know a lot. I can skillfully go into battle with all kinds of movements and postures." Luo Zhaoyun laughed and no longer was restrained, because this is the Luo Mansion, no longer the palace. He used to be intimate with Ruyi and was secretly seen in his life. He was placed in a charge of insulting the royal family.

I pulled Ruyi up and walked to the table in the outdoor room. There were already many wines and dishes placed here, all of which were covered with iron lids. After opening it, the fragrant smell spread.

Ruyi is already hungry, but she is very well cultivated and still tastes graceful and elegant, dignified and elegant.

Luo Zhaoyun also almost ate some, and had a glass of wine with the bride. After he had enough wine and meals, he asked the maid outside the door to fetch water. Ruyi wanted to remove makeup and rinse her mouth and wash her face, because the ancient rouge and water powder were not like offspring, and she had to clean it as much as possible before going to bed, otherwise she would have a beautiful face.

After washing up, Princess Ruyi's cherry lips were thin, tender and light red. Although her cheeks were not covered with rouge fingers, they were as light as smoke. Due to drinking, her cheeks were a little flushed, and her moist black hair was loosely covered, which made her pretty face look soft and charming.

After everything was over, Luo Zhaoyun picked up Ruyi and came to the bed.

Ruyi has taken off the Dahong Painting, and there is only a thin inner gauze dress inside, with the edge of the light pink strapless breast, bulging the snow-like muscles of hills, flat and narrow lower abdomen, round and shallow in the fragrant navel, and a slim waist.

The two sat face to face on the silk quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, looking at each other, full of admiration.

"Tonight is our wedding night, my husband is going to do it."

Ruyi's heart is like a deer. After finally getting married, I couldn't wait to nod and nodded. I was shy.

Luo Zhaoyun stood up and put down the tent on the hook on the left and right bed. The two of them seemed to be covered in a splash of red fog. This is the world of this couple.

He stretched out his hand and began to unbutton Ruyi's thin shirt, and then removed it. The red candlelight reflected on the tender and tender skin that was blown and broken, shining like jade. The water-red golden silk underwear on his chest was embroidered with a pair of colorful butterflies dancing among the flowers. The round snow hills raised by the peaks stretched out a beautiful and charming curve. It looked like a butterfly spreading its wings and flying up the mountains.

Luo Zhaoyun had no time to take it off and admire it again, but instead put his mouth on his mouth and untied his straps. When Ruyi was confused and closed her eyes to enjoy it, her whole body was stripped away, reducing the embarrassment.

"Zhaoyun...husband..." Ruyi's eyes were half closed and her whole body was hot. Although she had not experienced more in-depth communication, based on her desire, she also knew that there might be a big move to wait for her husband to come out next.

"I'm here." Luo Zhaoyun glanced at the slim waist that she held, and her straight, round and slender legs, and her perky and plump buttocks were flawless.

The body in his twenties is just right to raise, and the girl in his sixteens and seventeens has not been fully raised at all, so her beauty is naturally not as large and charming as she is now.

Luo Zhaoyun no longer stopped appreciating, took off his clothes, and then used his mouth and hands to gradually cover his masculine body.

After a while, the candle shadow shook red. On the bed of the best mahogany carved wood, the silk curtains shook like gurgling water, and were shaking more and more, and the degree and amplitude were increasing. The soft and gentle moans were like mountain springs, which made people think differently and feel moved like a reverie.

This night was naturally full of charm and endless charm, and it was difficult to describe the beauty of it.
Chapter completed!