boyutpedia Chapter 253 Spring in my arms
Chapter 253 Spring in my arms
Tian Qing stood in front of the bed, lifted the red veil, and her big, watery eyes lit up with a gentle light, as if in a dream: "Xier, I finally marry you."
But he still didn't believe it, and touched the familiar yet unfamiliar face over and over again.
Seeing that he was wobbling and unable to stand steadily, Lu Mingyang reminded him, "Brother Qing, sit down. Sit down before you touch me."
There was a knock on the door and Lu Mingyang got up to open it.
Tian Qing stopped her and said, "I'll go. It's unlucky for the bride to go."
Lu Mingyang smiled and nodded.
Tian Qing picked up the crutches beside the bed and moved step by step to open the door. Tian's mother glanced at the bride on the bed and whispered in her ear: "Son, please be patient for now. Wait until her period comes before touching her. We can't be the ones who take advantage of you and raise someone else's son."
"Mom!" Tian Qing was overwhelmed and closed the door and locked it.
Tian's mother knocked on the door anxiously, "Son, you must endure it."
"I know!" Tian Qing replied impatiently, and it was finally quiet outside the door.
Sitting on the bed again, Tian Qing was obviously a little nervous: "Xier, he came to see me, but I didn't agree. In my heart, wealth and power are not as important as you."
Who was he, Chu Mingzheng? Would a man as proud as him condescend to beg someone he despised? A trace of panic flashed across Lu Mingyang's eyes, but he hid it with a smile: "I know."
"So, do you like me or him?"
Lu Mingyang looked away with difficulty as his gaze inquired. "Brother Qing, I'm right in front of you now. Let's not talk about other people, okay?"
"it is good!"
Tian Qing didn't ask any more questions and stood up to blow out the red candle. Lu Mingyang said, "Keep it lit!"
The candles in the bridal chamber are lit all night long, forever and ever.
Before Lu Mingyang could finish his sentence, Tian Qing had already blown out the candle. The room was pitch black, lit only by the faint light of the bright moon.
Cold and distant.
Chu Mingzheng looked at it and felt a little cold, and a cloak fell on his shoulders.
"Great..."
Suddenly turning around, the smile on his face froze.
"Miao'er, why are you here?"
Qin Miao didn't answer. She turned to Chu Mingzheng and gently tied his cloak. "Brother Zheng, it's cold in the yard. Miao'er brewed a pot of Longyuan Shengxue to warm you up."
The face in front of him gradually blurred, and Chu Mingzheng let Qin Miao pull him all the way into the East Warm Pavilion. The room, which was heated with silver bone charcoal, was warm.
A cup of Longyuan Shengxue was served, the lingering aroma of tea wafting into his dry throat, bringing a flicker of light to his vacant eyes. Chu Mingzheng peered through the mist and saw the face before him clearly.
"Miao'er, what kind of flowers do you like?"
Qin Miao sat down and answered obediently: "I suspect it was the work of the goddess of Luochuan. Its charming and graceful forms break through the morning glow. Miao'er likes peonies."
What she wanted to say was that only the peony is the true beauty of the country, and the capital is moved when it blooms, but she was worried that Brother Zheng would not like it, so she changed the poem to a slightly gentler one.
On the crescent table stood a pot of golden chrysanthemums in full bloom. Chu Mingzheng asked, "How do you arrange the chrysanthemums in your room?"
Qin Miao smiled and said, "Brother Zheng, there are no peonies this season. If we don't use chrysanthemums for decoration, what should we use?"
Chu Mingzheng asked innocently, "Won't Mudan be angry?"
"Brother Zheng, how can flowers be angry?" Qin Miao really didn't understand why Brother Zheng would ask such a funny question. She laughed and said, "Even if it's the season when peonies are in full bloom, I can't ignore the peonies and crabapples just because I like peonies. If it weren't for the spring scenery that fills the garden, how would I know that I love peonies the most?"
Chu Mingzheng asked again: "If you were asked to give up the beauty of the spring garden for the peonies, would you be willing?"
Qin Miao was distressed, but finally shook her head, "There is only one kind of spring, isn't it monotonous?"
Chu Mingzheng stood up, touched Qin Miao's face, and asked, "If you were the only peony I had, would you be willing?"
The woman who had just said she didn't want to, threw herself into Chu Mingzheng's arms, tears streaming down her face with excitement, "Miao'er doesn't dare to hope for anything, as long as Brother Zheng is willing to let Miao'er stay by his side for the rest of his life, Miao'er will be satisfied."
"I understand." It turned out that the girl was not being unreasonable. She was just expressing the feelings that other women in the world dared not say. But why did she just not believe herself?
Qin Miao didn't know what Chu Mingzheng was thinking, but seeing his frown, she boldly climbed onto his shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and kissed the man's lips: "Brother Zheng, let Miao'er serve you. Mother is still waiting to hold her grandson!"
Yes, what’s the point of thinking about these things now!
Chu Mingzheng picked up the woman in front of him and placed her on the bed. Her hands were as soft as catkins, her skin as white as cream. She smiled charmingly, her eyes were longing. How could she not be beautiful if she were a flower?
Chu Mingzheng smiled, and moved forward, teasing the woman beneath him, "The peony has its grace, the crabapple has its beauty, and the jasmine has its fragrance. I, the king, would be a fool to abandon the beauty of the garden for a fickle dodder flower."
"Brother Zheng?" Qin Miao blinked in confusion.
Chu Mingzheng touched the familiar yet unfamiliar face and said gently, "Miao'er, as long as you are obedient, I will make you the most noble peony in the Hundred Flowers Garden."
"Miao'er is obedient. Miao'er always listens to Brother Zheng."
Qin Miao blinked her watery eyes, looking very beautiful. Chu Mingzheng's hand slid up along the woman's soft waist, gently pinching her soft nipples.
"Brother Zheng, you are bad." Qin Miao hooked Chu Mingzheng's jade belt and arched her body.
His broad palm reached into the lapel and continued to tease, showing his romantic nature. Chu Mingzheng smiled and said, "To die under the peony flowers, even as a ghost, I will still be romantic."
Qin Miao shyly snuggled into the warm arms and pecked him softly.
They were all women, there really was no difference. Chu Mingzheng smiled and closed his eyes.
"Captain Pei, Captain Pei, you can't go in."
There were hurried footsteps in the courtyard, and Mudan's anxious voice trying to stop him. But how could Mudan stop Pei Mian? There was a knock on the door.
The woman, her clothes half-unbuttoned, subconsciously grabbed the man's collar, her eyes full of panic. Chu Mingzheng held her hand and said unhappily, "What's the matter?"
Pei Mian said: "Your Highness, Tian Qing is dead."
If you kill him, I will be buried with him.
The memory of fear spread throughout his body. Chu Mingzheng let go of the woman under him and hurried away.
A cold wind blew into the room, blowing off her light shirt. Tears fell on her fair arms, making the toad's blood drenching blood even more dazzling. Qin Miao rubbed it angrily.
Why, why is it that that bitch, even though she's married to someone else, is still able to seduce Brother Zheng's soul? How is he inferior to that fickle bitch?