Quickly wear a female supporting role: your male protagonist has turned black again

Chapter 504 The Queen and Her Expression Pack ([-])
"The first congratulatory gift, the famous paintings of the masters, for the advice of the ninth brother and sister-in-law."

"The second congratulatory gift, Huan\/Happy\/A ​​statue of Buddha, with hidden secrets, the ninth brother should be able to understand it."

"For the third congratulatory gift, the four of you, Mei Ji, just happened to gather a few tables of chess boards to add some popularity to the deserted backyard of the ninth brother."

Ninth Prince Murong Zhuo's face darkened little by little following the prince's words.

He didn't say accept, nor did he say no, he just looked at the prince directly.

But Zhang Yao couldn't stand the weird atmosphere, so she interjected, "Wait, Your Highness, my best friend is getting married, what do you mean by sending concubine Ji away? Send it away quickly! Don't make the bride unhappy!"

Prince Murong Shuo laughed, and affectionately straightened her clothes that had been crumpled after a day of tossing around, and asked in a low voice, "Send a few here, but there are only a few in my yard. Isn't Miss Zhang happy?"

Zhang Yao was so annoyed that he pushed him, "You have less and more, what does it have to do with me!"

This interruption dilutes the original cold and weird atmosphere a lot.

The guests held wine glasses and toasted Murong Zhuo in turn.

"Come here, let's have a toast, Brother Ninth, I wish you and your sister-in-law a long life together and have a precious son!"

"Your Highness is thin-skinned. Drink an extra cup to strengthen your courage, and you will be able to be fierce in the new room later."

"Come, Your Highness Jingjiu!"

The guests toasted one by one, and Murong Zhuo soon blushed, his eyes wandered, and he was already half drunk.

The crown prince also walked over with the wine glass, clinked the glass lightly with him, and said in a low voice, "Since I chose Miss Zhou, I hope that Brother Jiu...you will never regret it in this life."

"Don't worry about the starling." Murong Zhuo patiently picked up the wine glass, drank it down, showed the empty wine glass to the crown prince, then dropped the glass, striding towards the new house.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

The guests looked blankly at the Ninth Prince who left in a flick of his sleeves, and then at the Prince who maintained his toasting posture.

The prince suddenly laughed.

Smiling and laughing, the wine spilled out.

"I hope so." His voice was low, half crying and laughing, "I hope so."

……

When Murong Zhuo stepped into the new house, the courage he had just drank suddenly disappeared.

Several long wedding candles were lit in the new room, and the dignified and petite bride was sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with the handkerchief in her palm in boredom.

"Squeak-"

Hearing the sound of the door opening and then quickly closing, she raised her head slightly, her eyes seemed to pass through the red hijab, and landed on Murong Zhuo accurately.

Murong Zhuo's face instantly burned.

He walked unnaturally lightly, not even going on the road. He staggered to the edge of the bed with his hands and feet. He stood there for a while, looking at the bride who raised her neck suspiciously, and suddenly took the wine on the table. The pot was filled randomly, and then she quickly reached out and tore off the red hijab covering her head.

Four eyes facing each other.

The childishness of the bride's face has not faded, and she is sitting there with exquisite makeup, like a well-behaved and obedient puppet doll, waiting for him to order at any time.

is her.

It's really her.

Murong Zhuo's heart instantly settled down.

It didn't take long, but he always felt that he was looking forward to this scene, looking forward to it for many, many years, from black hair to gray head, from blue face to dry bones.

"Oh, Your Majesty Ninth Prince, the hijab needs to be lifted off, not torn off by hand!" Nanny was circling anxiously beside her. "Also, Heying wine is not drunk like this, it's two people sharing glasses to drink..."

Murong Zhuo couldn't control so many rules anymore.

He directly pushed out the eyes-obscuring mother, swept the longan, red dates and lotus seeds all over the bed, removed Qiao Wei's heavy crown and heavy wedding robe, fetched another basin of warm water, and carefully wiped them off for her. Powder, revealing a clean and lively little \/face.

"Are you tired?" Murong Zhuo rubbed Kong Luoluo's fingertips with nostalgia.

The smooth touch of the skin seems to be still at the fingertips.

Qiao Wei shook her head, "It's okay."

The first time was born and the second time was acquainted, after all, she has also been married twice, and she is very familiar with the rules and procedures. It is not so easy to get tired.

Murong Zhuo stared at her drooping eyelashes for a long time before saying: "Then let's... rest early."

"Yeah." Qiao Wei moved in consciously, giving way to half of the couch.

Murong Zhuo stood hesitantly by the bed for a long while, with his fingers resting on his waist, he slowly unbuttoned his clothes, blew out the candle, and lay down beside her.

There was a distance of about three finger widths between the two.

Obviously not very close, but each other can feel the heat source transmitted from each other.

In the dark, we were speechless to each other.

Time flows slowly.

Murong Zhuo lay straight\/tight\/tight on the side near the edge of the bed, put his fingers neatly by his side, and unconsciously pricked up his ears, listening to the movement of the person next to the pillow.

After a long time, he finally caught Qiao Wei turning over slightly.

"...can't sleep?"

The sudden explosion of voice in the middle of the night startled Qiao Wei.

She immediately thought of the bloody plots in the romance novels.

The male protagonist: "Can't sleep? Then let's do something meaningful!" Then, according to the female protagonist, it was a meal of soy sauce and stuffing, and then the sauce and stuffing, until dawn...

"No!" Qiao Wei closed her eyes reflexively, and tightened the quilt covering her chest, "Fall asleep!"

"... Oh." Murong Zhuo seemed a little disappointed, and responded sullenly.

Another long silence.

After a while, Qiao Wei felt that Murong Zhuo got up suddenly, he seemed a little anxious, and asked with his mouth before his brain: "What's wrong?"

"I..." This question is really hard to say, Murong Zhuo stammered, "I forgot there is one more step that I haven't done yet."

"What steps?" Qiao Wei wanted to slap herself as soon as she finished asking.

Damn, let your mouth be cheap!Make your mouth cheap!

On the wedding night, which step could be missed?

Unexpectedly, Murong Zhuo didn't rush forward to do anything shameful, but put on his outer robe and hurriedly walked out the door.

Qiao Wei lit the lamp curiously, and was about to follow him to see what he was up to, when suddenly there was an earth-shattering noise in the yard, she hurriedly ran over with the candlestick in hand, only to see Murong Zhuo sitting on the ground blankly, clutching his forehead , and in front of him...

Upside down a toilet.

This……

what happened?
The second monk Qiao Weizhang was puzzled, "Your Highness, what are you doing?"

Murong Zhuo rubbed his swollen forehead, "My mother said, I must use the hardest part of my body to hit my wife tonight...cough, that..."

He secretly glanced at Qiao Wei with some embarrassment.

"Go bump into the place where the lady goes to the toilet."

Murong Zhuo let out a long breath, with a relaxed and casual expression, "It's finally finished. Ma'am, let's go back to sleep."

Petrified Qiao Wei: "..."

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