Stay with me, I rely on the childbearing system to get pregnant and dote on me alone

Although Shen Beizhan was not very satisfied with the marriage, it was a gift from the emperor after all.

What's more, most of the people present were his good brothers and subordinates who had experienced life and death on the battlefield.

He couldn't help but look down, so he just hugged the wine jar and drank with his brothers.

When he passed by those aristocratic families in the capital with a strong smell of alcohol, they all covered their noses to avoid him and looked at him with disdain.

"Is this Princess Chenghui's consort? He looks so vulgar."

"I heard that the ancestors of the Shen family were born in horse herding, and their family education was shallow. They fought for their future with brute force and their lives. They have no foundation at all. How can they not be vulgar?"

"Princess Chenghui is a very squeamish person, and she also values ​​literature and dislikes martial arts. Now it's quite embarrassing to marry this Shen Si..."

Shen Beizhan just pretended not to hear what these people were talking about.

However, the brothers following him couldn't stand it and deliberately vomited directly on these aristocratic families when they passed by them.

"I'm sorry, my lords. I'm sick. I feel sick and want to vomit when I hear the cries of toads..."

"Hahaha……"

Shen Beizhan looked back at the brothers, laughed and cursed, then turned and walked towards the new house.

He also knew that Princess Chenghui didn't like him.

But she didn't expect to hear her maid at the door say that she was going to meet the widower tonight.

Really bad luck.

But Shen Beizhan still pretended to be drunk, pushed open the door and went in, overwhelming Cha Jiu with his carelessness.

He wanted to use this to warn the other party not to act rashly in the heavily guarded general's mansion tonight.

Unexpectedly, the rumored squeamish princess not only didn't run away, she didn't even dislike his drunkenness and brought warm water to clean him up carefully.

This surprised Shen Beizhan.

What's going on here?

Could it be that she realized that she was pretending to sleep and wanted to use a gentle trick to paralyze him and then take the opportunity to sneak out?

After the alcohol smell in the room had almost dissipated, Cha Jiu ordered: "Agarwood, go and close the window. The general is getting warm from drinking. If the wind blows for a long time, I'm afraid he will have a headache tomorrow morning."

Chen Xiang obediently went to close the window without thinking too much.

Instead, Qingdai noticed the change in the princess.

When the emperor granted the marriage, the princess was very resistant.

Crying today, going on a hunger strike tomorrow, in short, they are extremely disgusted with General Shen Si, who is rumored to be vulgar, ignorant and illiterate.

Now that the marriage is done, he has become calm and calm, and is not completely ignoring General Shen.

Could it be that the princess figured it out?

Qingdai could only guess in this direction.

But that's fine. It's not a good thing for the princess to be obsessed with Mr. Song who misses his dead wife.

Chajiu cleaned up Shen Beizhan's face and saw a thin layer of sweat on his neck.

She lowered her head and leaned slightly closer.

Shen Beizhan, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, felt the sweet scent approaching, his heart skipped a beat, and he almost thought she had seen through him pretending to be asleep.

"It stinks." He heard the little princess mutter.

The next moment, the warm body moved away from him.

Shen Beizhan breathed a sigh of relief.

But he was a little embarrassed.

What stinks?

He takes a shower twice a day, but today he drank wine and his sweat was just a little bit alcoholic.

Why does it stink?

absurd!

Chajiu threw the soft towel back into the basin and began to take off Shen Beizhan's wedding clothes.

In fact, his sweat didn't stink. When she got closer, she could only smell the smell of clean soap locust and the warm aroma of mellow wine.

But she said it deliberately so she could take off his clothes.

Let you pretend to be asleep, Chajiu thought.

At this time, Shen Bei was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. He was embarrassed to be undressed by the princess, but he couldn't stop her because he was pretending to be asleep.

Fortunately, Cha Jiu didn't strip him naked. He only took off the outermost layer of his wedding clothes, leaving the inner clothes on, and wiped his hot and sticky chest and neck with a soft towel.

Not to mention, after Cha Jiu's careful cleaning, Shen Beizhan felt much refreshed all over his body, and the drowsiness caused by alcohol was gone a lot.

Qingdai couldn't bear to see her noble princess serving others. During this period, she wanted to take the soft scarf several times, but was rejected.

Chen Xiang was straightforward, guessing that the time had passed, and asked carelessly: "Your Highness, are we still going to go to Mr. Song's appointment?"

Qingdai glared at her: "The prince-in-law is here, what are you talking nonsense about?"

Qingdai was very cautious.

Shen Beizhan snored deliberately, crossed his arms, turned over and went back to sleep.

This frightened both Qingdai and Agarwood.

Cha Jiu didn't take it seriously. She tucked Shen Beizhan into a quilt and said casually: "Why should I go to the appointment in such an uneasy situation?"

Qingdai was stunned and couldn't react: "Why did Your Highness say this?"

Chajiu analyzed: "If he had intentions for me, he should have asked Father to marry me long ago. If he had no intentions, he would have let me marry a good family innocently. Why did he have to meet me in private on my wedding day?"

Chen Xiang coughed lightly: "Your Highness, you made an appointment with him."

Qingdai could see clearly: "No, if Master Song hadn't hesitated to speak in front of His Highness and showed a heartbroken look, our Highness would not have taken such a risk and asked him to meet tonight."

Although in the final analysis, His Highness was deceived by the man.

Qingdai hid this sentence in her heart and did not say it out.

Chajiu chuckled: "Song Heng is always like this. He never says what he wants from me. He just puts on that pitiful look and waits for me to obediently give it to him with both hands."

"But this time it's different." Cha Jiu glanced at Shen Beizhan, who was sleeping soundly next to him, and his cute tone turned serious, "I married into the Shen family to represent the face of the royal family and to be loyal to the Shen family. Condolence."

The ancestors of the Shen family dedicated their lives to the country of Chu and died. Now there is only a single seedling of Shen Beizhan left in the family.

It is still a single seedling that cannot bear any heirs.

For such tragic and meritorious deeds, the royal family has been unable to reward him. Money, status, and glory have all been given to him in the past.

Now we can only marry the only princess to the Shen family to show the people all over the world that the emperor attaches great importance to and comforts the Shen family.

Shen Beizhan's snoring became quieter.

He gradually quieted down.

The system prompted Cha Jiu: "Shen Beizhan's favorability has reached [-]%."

Qingdai felt relieved: "Now the deal is done. It would be good if His Highness could think so."

The three masters and servants were talking, and Cha Jiu's wedding clothes and crowns were removed one by one.

Chajiu changed into soft and comfortable satin pajamas and said, "It's late at night, you should go and rest."

Seeing Shen Beizhan sleeping so deeply, Qingdai and Chenxiang knew that nothing would happen tonight, so they left and went to the side room next door to rest.

Chajiu blew out the candles and lay down quietly next to Shen Beizhan.

The new bed was no softer than the one in the palace and was a bit uncomfortable. She tossed and turned for a long time before she managed to fall asleep.

Shen Beizhan listened to the slight breathing gradually becoming even and opened his eyes again.

He turned over slightly and looked at Cha Jiu sleeping next to him in the moonlight.

Apricot eyes and willow eyebrows, peach cheeks and pink lips, as delicate as a bud on a branch that has not yet opened with dew on it.

No wonder people say she is delicate and noble.

This white jade-like skin can't be maintained without a few cars of expensive perfume in a year, right?

Shen Beizhan chuckled, resumed his lying position, and stopped looking at her.

Pity.

Such a delicate and beautiful woman is destined to endure hardships if she marries him.

He would not indulge her.

Thinking like this, Shen Beizhan also fell into a deep sleep.