Traveling through famine years, peasant girls hold space in their hands to store food

The night was sinking like water, and the lively guests in the front yard of the Chu Mansion dispersed little by little. Chu Haochen was supported by Mo Wu and walked towards the wedding room.

Ziyao in the room saw her master reaching out to grab the hijab on her head, and she quickly stopped her.

"Master, the prince has to remove the hijab. Please be patient. I will give you a glass of water."

After saying that, Ziyao came to the table and poured out a cup of warm tea. This time, Lu Qingqing, who was sitting on the wedding bed next to her master, was so tired that her back ached.

"Master, have tea."

Lu Qingqing took the tea and drank it while still muttering: "Ziyao is too tired to get married."

Ziyao suppressed a smile and took the tea cup from her master's hand, and persuaded the prince to come back soon.

At this moment, Mo Wu knocked on the door.

"Master, the prince must be back. I'm going to take a look."

After saying that, Ziyao walked towards the door of the room. When she opened the door, she saw Mo Wu supporting the prince.

Chu Haochen pushed Mo Wu away and said that he could do it. He staggered and walked towards the house. Mo Wu opened his mouth worriedly, but did not dare to say anything else.

He scratched his head and raised his smile, looked at Ziyao, and shouted to her in a deep voice: "Ziyao, are you okay?"

Without waiting for Ziyao to respond, Chu Haochen could only hear Chu Haochen say in a cold voice, asking them to reminisce about the past while they didn't need anyone to wait on them.

Ziyao walked out of the room with a blushing face, and thoughtfully helped her master close the door. She turned around and glared at Mo Wu fiercely.

He immediately ignored him and walked out of the hospital.

Mo Wu was confused and shouted at Ziyao while chasing him, and happened to bump into Mo Yi when he came out.

"Oh, this kid doesn't even say a word when he bumps into someone, it's true."

Mo Si, who caught up behind him, patted his shoulder and pursed his lips, saying, "Didn't you see that the one in front was Ziyao next to the princess?"

Mo Wu is a loser!

As he said this, he took Mo Yi to drink.

At this time, Chu Haochen, who slowly came to the wedding bed, stabilized his body, picked up the scale beam on the side and lifted the red hijab on Lu Qingqing's head.

When Lu Qingqing's delicate face was revealed bit by bit, Chu Haochen's heartbeat accelerated and started beating wildly.

"Qing'er...you are finally mine."

Lu Qingqing looked at the drunken Chu Haochen and raised her eyebrows:

"Chu Haochen, are you drunk?"

Chu Haochen pulled her up beside the bed, put his hand on her neck and shoulders and said seductively:

"Qing'er, why did my husband get drunk on our wedding night? Don't worry..."

Lu Qingqing looked at Chu Haochen whose expression suddenly changed in front of her, and her chest dropped in frustration.

He only heard him groan, and Lu Qingqing asked nervously, "Did the beating hurt him?"

Chu Haochen grabbed her hand, put it to his lips and kissed her gently.

"Qing'er, we haven't drank the Hexin wine yet." After saying this, he pulled her towards the table.

At this time, Chu Haochen was still drunk. Lu Qingqing rolled her eyes at him helplessly and followed him.

Chu Haochen picked up the white jade wine bottle on the table and filled two glasses.

"Come on Qing'er..."

Lu Qingqing took the wine glass in his hand and glared at him, and then they drank the wine together under Chu Haochen's fiddling.

"Is it okay now? Chu Haochen, I'm tired."

Chu Haochen pulled her to the dressing table and helped her take off the beaded crown on her head. Lu Qingqing could not refuse and carefully helped her take off the hair crown and hairpin ring.

Lu Qingqing's head full of black hair instantly fell to her shoulders. Chu Haochen looked at Qing'er's delicate face through the bronze mirror, and the corners of his lips curved up.

Lu Qingqing rolled her eyes at him and then stood up. She casually took off her complicated wedding dress in front of Chu Haochen and threw it into his arms.

"Chu Haochen, I'm going to take a bath, you're not allowed in."

Chu Haochen looked at her back with a half-smile, and murmured softly:

"How can it be......"

After saying that, he put the wedding dress in his hand on the screen and began to take off his robe.

Lu Qingqing, who came to the inner room, walked straight into the pool and sat down slowly. This was what she had discovered before.

At that time, I sighed that the previous prince really knew how to enjoy it. The house was even connected to a hot spring. How much manpower and material resources had to be spent at that time!

No wonder no one has been able to afford this house.

She started lying on the edge of the pool. The warm water vapor relaxed her little by little, and she began to doze off.

When Chu Haochen came in a moment later, he saw Qing'er leaning by the pool and already asleep.

He slowly stepped into the pool, walked towards the little woman, put his arm around her shoulders, and called softly.

"Qing'er, can my husband carry you in and sleep?"

Looking at the tired little woman, Chu Haochen leaned down helplessly and carried her out of the pool.

He walked straight towards the bed in the inner room.

Chu Haochen waved away the peanuts and longans on the bed...

The two rolled onto the bed wetly.

The candlelight of the dragon and phoenix candles flickered outside, and the heat wave rolled in the red tent...

The watery moonlight fills the courtyard, the swaying tree shadows seem to be in a carnival, the garden is full of fragrant roses, the light and shadow are intertwined on the ground, and it is like a dream that attracts people to stop.

The next day, Lu Qingqing didn't wake up until three o'clock in the morning. She felt sore all over and slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing Chu Haochen tilting his head and smiling at her, Lu Qingqing reached out angrily and twisted his waist without a trace of fat.

"Qing'er..."

Listening to Chu Haochen calling herself in a deliberately seductive voice, she reached out and covered his mouth.

As he moved, the quilt instantly slipped off his shoulders, revealing the spring light inside. Chu Haochen's eyes darkened and he stared at her intently.

"Ah! Chu Haochen, you rogue."

Lu Qingqing reached out and quickly pulled the quilt over her body, glaring angrily at the man in front of her.

"Qing'er, it's not my husband's fault for this. My husband didn't do anything. It's Qing'er who wants to..."

Chu Haochen came closer and took the person and the quilt into his arms, asking with an ambiguous face.

Lu Qingqing's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she awkwardly pulled her head away from him, muttering unkindly.

"Who thought, what did you think, Chu Haochen, you shameless person."

Chu Haochen was heard laughing on his back "Haha". He pulled down the quilt and spoke softly into Lu Qingqing's ears, which made him feel suffocated.

Seeing his joking smile, Lu Qingqing stretched out her foot to kick him in embarrassment. Chu Haochen caught her foot as if on guard.

Immediately, he turned over neatly and pressed forward.

"Chu Haochen...well...still have to go..."

Before Lu Qingqing could finish her words, Lu Qingqing's voice was drowned by a burst of gasping.

It was noon when the two opened their eyes again. Lu Qingqing slowly sat up while stroking her waist, stretched out her feet and kicked Chu Haochen aside.

"It's all your fault. Look, it's already this hour outside, and the princess is still waiting for us to serve tea."

Chu Haochen sat up and touched her delicate face, correcting her softly:

"Why are you still calling me princess? It's time for Qing'er to change her tune."

Then she said that her mother had told them yesterday not to be in a hurry to serve tea, as she still wanted to pick up her grandson.

Lu Qingqing looked stunned...