mtl008 Chapter 83 Rebellious Officials of the Former Dynasty 15
Chapter 83 Rebellious Officials of the Former Dynasty 15
Lu An was the first to be rendered speechless by Xiao Yao's question, but he wouldn't be the last.
For the next two months, high-ranking officials in the capital would receive a warm greeting from Prince Rui: "Oh? So you know I'm getting married at the end of the year?"
Even on their wedding night, when he lifted the veil, he asked, "Yi-yi, we're married, do you know that?"
Ling Yi: "..."
She didn't know who had just married Xiao Yao.
Ghost?
After saying this, Xiao Yao blushed as if he had drunk a jar of wine.
But clearly, today he used water instead of the nuptial wine.
Beneath the red candles, Xiao Yao, his face flushed, gazed intently at Ling Yi.
She rarely wore such heavy makeup. If Ling Yi's appearance in the past was that of a cool and aloof orchid, now she was like a passionate peony.
A faint smile played on her lips, and even her gaze towards me was filled with laughter and tenderness.
Xiao Yao was mesmerized, and unconsciously reached out to touch Ling Yi's face: "Yi Yi..."
Perhaps because the wedding preparations had been too short, he felt as if he were in a dream, with a strange sense of unreality.
Did the goddess who descended from the sky really land in his arms?
Xiao Yao felt a warmth on his wrist and watched as those beautiful red lips placed a light kiss on his wrist.
After that light kiss, she gave me a half-smile, half-teasing look, as if... teasing me.
For some reason, Xiao Yao remembered the picture books and pamphlets that the people in the palace had given him.
In an instant, his face turned even redder.
Seeing his appearance, Ling Yi couldn't help but find it amusing.
As a seasoned wedding planner, Lingyi felt joy at the wedding, but didn't have many feelings about it.
Seeing Xiao Yao almost moved to tears, I wanted to kiss him to tease him, but I never expected...
Look at the tender little white poplar, it actually sprouted yellow buds with just one kiss.
Indeed, it would be extremely strange for a young person in their twenties not to want to think about it.
“One by one.” Xiao Yao saw that the lips traveled down from his wrist, leaving scattered red spots on his arm.
The lip rouge became a spark at that moment, igniting the flames of war and burning away the little rationality that remained in Xiao Yao's eyes.
This is his Yi Yi, this is his wife...
Just as those bothersome lips were about to casually withdraw, he pounced on them like a little wolf cub: "Don't go!"
Ling Yi was bitten by him, and the stinging pain between her lips and teeth made her unconsciously hug his neck to soothe the overly irritable little wolf cub.
Hidden beneath the wide cuffs, the mandarin ducks intertwined their necks.
A golden hairpin fell, and South Sea pearls rolled down, their red and white hues intertwining in the bridal chamber before finally disappearing beneath the layers of bed curtains.
Only a pair of clasped hands, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, were covered again by the wedding dress that had fallen onto the bed.
The wolf cub, who had never eaten meat before, was always hungry. He savored the delicious meat repeatedly until dawn.
The bright red bed curtains turned a deep red, and light beads of sweat dripped from his brow bone onto the embroidered quilt with dragons and phoenixes.
The wolf cubs were teased until they howled, and Ling Yi also suffered a bit, falling asleep with swollen lips.
In her dream, she touched his smooth hair and let him indulge in desire.
She removed the red jade hairpin for him and held its cool texture in her palm.
Ok?
Cold?
Ling Yi suddenly opened her eyes and saw a long knife lying quietly in her palm.
The scabbard of this longsword is similar to the previous one, but when the longsword is drawn, the chilling aura that hits you makes you shudder.
As Ling Yi slowly traced the blade with her fingertips, she lowered her eyes and saw a strand of her loose hair being severed by the long sword and falling into the bedding.
Seeing this, Xiao Yao, who had been eagerly anticipating the scene, quickly exclaimed, "Oh dear, be careful!"
His voice was filled with frustration. He had given Yi Yi this gift to make her happy, but instead it had cut off her hair.
As he hurriedly approached, Ling Yi deftly sheathed her sword and then held it lightly against Xiao Yao's neck: "Don't move."
Xiao Yao instantly seemed to have been frozen in place, obediently standing still.
"Where did this come from?" This knife is so fine; it can be considered a divine weapon.
Xiao Yao answered honestly, "It was taken from Father Emperor's private treasury."
This son is truly filial; he doesn't feel embarrassed at all about taking his father's things.
"When did you get it?" The little brat's mind is so simple that you can see right through him. Yet, he managed to hide it so well for such a surprise.
Xiao Yao didn't reply this time, but just stared blankly at Ling Yi, her face so red it was almost steaming.
In Ling Yi's mind, she should be interrogating Xiao Yao, who was hiding something from her, in a very serious manner at this moment.
But in Xiao Yao's eyes...
The beauty had just woken up; her inner garment was loosely wrapped around her body, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white chest.
And there were still traces of his gnawing there.
Her stern, slightly narrowed eyes didn't frighten you at all; instead, they made you want to kiss them and let them reveal their infatuation with her.
"I'm asking you... Ouch." Ling Yi's voice stopped abruptly. She pressed down on Xiao Yao, who was lunging at her, and lightly patted him on the back. "I'm asking you a question, what are you doing?"
"Yi-yi, my wife." Xiao Yao buried his head in Ling Yi's neck, his warm breath unconsciously moving downwards, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to get out of bed, I don't want to go out, I want to..."
"Don't think about anything," Ling Yi kicked the weak and easily bullied Prince Rui off the bed, then wrapped herself tightly in the blanket: "You may not care about shame, but I do."
Today I'm supposed to go to the palace to pay my respects. If I'm a little late, what will people think?
Ling Yi had no interest in exposing her bedroom affairs to the public.
"Someone come here." As the maid pushed open the door and entered, Xiao Yao had already patted his bottom and stood up from the ground in embarrassment.
He picked up Ling Yi's broken hairs from the quilt like a wronged little wife and straightened them one by one.
He glanced furtively at Ling Yi, who was being helped to wash up by the maids, then found a dagger, cut off a strand of her hair, and combined it with Ling Yi's strand, putting them into a sachet.
After doing this, he looked as if he had accomplished something great, his eyes shining with excitement.
Ling Yi, watching this scene through the mirror: "..."
I always felt that he was a bit dim-witted in this world, and I didn't know how the emperor and Lady Yu raised their child to have such a simple and innocent nature.
The emperor was also considering this matter.
If he had known he would spoil this child into this state, he would have been better off...
Oh well, let's just spoil them then.
He waved his hand away as if shooing away flies, telling Xiao Yao and his wife to leave: "Go away, go away, I hate seeing you! Go see your older brother!"
Having one son like that is enough!
Xiao Yao wasn't angry at being scolded. He obediently kowtowed to Ling Yi and then walked outside.
Compared to his fickle father, his elder brother was much more loving and would never scold him!