ugly queen

The voices in the ear were noisy, and the pungent smell of alcohol was all around. Zhang Yan reluctantly opened his eyes, and looked at the red room with drunken eyes. The words of great happiness, red curtains, and the flickering yellow light of dragon and phoenix candles were dazzling. A group of people surrounded him. booing

"Master Hou, lift the hijab quickly, let us see the groom, hahaha..."

"Yes, yes..."

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The bright red environment and noisy noise, coupled with the red wedding dress he was wearing, Zhang Yan shook his head vigorously. Is this him getting married?But isn't he dead?How did he get married, and who was he married to?

His eyes widened as he stared at the group of people besieging the new house, all of them had familiar faces, good friends, capable and trusted subordinates, and his brother-in-law.

These people are also dead, why did they appear here, could it be that he was dreaming?

Zhang Yan closed his eyes, shook his head vigorously, and opened his eyes vigorously. He could smell the alcohol all over his body. How much did he drink?

The people who made the new house were a little confused from drinking, and Zhang Yan could clearly see that such a big piece was shaking his head vigorously. They fell silent instantly, and looked at Zhang Yan with their mouths wide open, wondering what he was doing. Could it be that they were happy to get married? broken?But wasn't it quite contradictory two days ago?He still planned to resist the decree, but fortunately Huo Quan and several lieutenants persuaded him in time.

"Brother... are you okay?" Huo Quan stepped up to him, grabbed Zhang Yan and asked tremblingly, don't be married and drive people crazy?

After really feeling the temperature from Huo Quan's hand holding him, Zhang Yan was sure that this was real, not a dream. He came back, back to the day he got married.

Zhang Yan wiped his face, still a little dizzy, looked at the worried eyes of everyone in front of him, and put his hands on Huo Quan's shoulders vigorously, so dangerous, Huo Quan's legs almost knelt down due to his force .

Xu Shi made Zhang Yan so happy to do a new job. He held Huo Quan with one hand on his hips and the other, grinning, "I'm fine, I'm happy to get married today..."

"Hey~" Everyone sighed and continued to make trouble with him. Suddenly, they heard a small voice, a little fluttering, "Master Hou hugged the wrong person, the groom is sitting on the new bed..."

As soon as this remark came out, the room was silent, Huo Quan quickly pushed his hand away, and ran to the door, not forgetting to turn his head to tease Zhang Yan, "Brother, I won't disturb you and sister-in-law's beautiful scenery, * a moment is worth it!" My daughter..." Said and ran out to continue drinking

The rest of the people also said goodbye one after another, and gave Zhang Yan a meaningful look the moment they closed the door.

"Do you think Lord Hou still has the strength to bridal chamber? Hehehe..." The deputy general who was already drunk gave a smirk, the corners of his mouth reaching to the sky.

It is true that Zhang Yan drank too much, his face was flushed, his eyes were red, his eyes were squinted and his steps were light, it was the few of them who helped him into the new house.

A few people talked to each other, and returned to the front hall with erratic steps. Today, the Marquis is getting married, and these wine bugs who have restrained themselves for a long time come up, they must have a good drink.

In the new room, it was so quiet that shallow breathing could be heard. Zhang Yan blushed and stood beside the new bed. The big Hou Ye looked like a child who made a mistake, his fists were clenched tightly, and he was breathing heavily. He was in a hurry, embarrassed, he opened and closed his mouth and opened it again, but in the end still no word came out.

He thought of the wedding night in the bridal chamber in his previous life, when he drank unconsciously, it was already the next day when he woke up, and he had no impression of the bridal chamber, but he saw the mess on the bed and the miserable appearance of the man Zhang Yan remembered that he fled out of the new house in embarrassment.

"Master Hou?" A cold male voice came from under the red hijab, his voice was steady and soft, he called out tentatively, but he couldn't hear any emotion.

Zhang Yan's head was in a mess. Hearing this distant and familiar voice, his eyes turned red immediately, and he responded. He slowly walked over and sat down beside him, his eyes fixed on the red cloth, his gaze was fierce. It's like tearing up the red cloth.

He raised his hand slowly, trembling slightly, holding the hanging red cloth corner, he didn't move, he hadn't sorted out his mood yet, and didn't know how to face him.

"Do you hate me?" Zhang Yan asked suddenly, the hoarse voice and the inexplicable question startled both of them, Zhang Yan wanted to bite off his tongue when he said this sentence, he didn't have time to ask in his previous life, This question had been hidden in his heart for a long time, and he dared not ask it, but now he blurted it out.

Zhang Yan inexplicably felt more nervous.

Murong Yan thought he was talking about marriage, pondered for a while, and said, "I asked the emperor to give me the marriage."

Zhang Yan was dumbfounded, and subconsciously blurted out, "Why?"

Murong Yan thought to himself, sure enough, he would be angry.Although masculinity prevails, it is unprecedented to marry a man as the main wife.

Hearing Zhang Yan's cold questioning, Murong Yan's heart tightened. On the surface, he didn't lose his sense of proportion, and his voice was still calm and calm, "Master Hou, can we talk about it after taking off the hijab?"

"Ah? Oh." Zhang Yan came to his senses, straightened out his thoughts, and lifted his hijab with a serious expression as if he had made some important decision.

The facial contours are clear, the sky is full, the eyes are deep, the bridge of the nose is straight, a bit like a foreigner, and the skin is fair. This is the first time Zhang Yan has seen a man with such fair skin. If there is no hideous scar on the left face, If such a man were released, it would be a disaster for the common people.

Looking at that familiar face, Zhang Yan couldn't help stretching out his hand, and rubbed his thumb on the fine scar on his left face. The scar extended obliquely from the corner of his left eye to his chin. It looks like it has been mended, and it is about the width of a finger.

Zhang Yan recalled that he had carefully looked at Murong Yan's scar in his last life, and it wasn't that deep. He also asked Murong Yan about the scar, but Murong Yan didn't say anything.

He remembered that he woke up on the second day of the bridal chamber in his last life and saw Murong Yan's left side of his face facing him, and rolled out of bed in fright. After that, he never saw him again until four months before he was sent to prison.

Following his movements, Murong Yan tilted his head and turned his face. Zhang Yan quickly grabbed his face with his palm and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Murong Yan's chest froze, and he looked at him with wide eyes, he thought he would be afraid, even if he wasn't afraid, he would feel disgusted, he didn't expect him to ask him in such a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

"Master Hou...isn't Master Hou afraid?"

Zhang Yan opened his mouth and smiled, "I've been fighting for so many years, I haven't seen anything, such a small scar, how terrible is it?"

Murong Yan lowered his eyes, and the atmosphere in the air was slightly awkward. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry."

Zhang Yan didn't know why, so he was puzzled, "Why do you have to apologize?"

Murong Yan pursed his lips, "I just asked the emperor to give me a marriage, I didn't say I want to be the first wife, if you think it's inappropriate, but..."

"You are my wife after worshiping, there is nothing wrong with it." Zhang Yan kept looking at him, suppressing all kinds of turbulent emotions such as excitement and joy in his heart, and explained to him seriously, "If you say apologize, I will instead apologize." I should apologize to you, this hijab could have been removed."

The imperial decree said that he wanted to marry a man. He couldn't get angry and couldn't resist the decree, so he spread his anger on that man and covered his head. This was his mandatory requirement and it was also a humiliation to the man who wanted to marry him. .

If the time of his return was pushed back a little bit, he would definitely not do this. It was too late for him to hold this person in his hand, so how could he humiliate him.

Murong Yan raised his eyes and looked at him, his deep eyes were easy to sink into.Zhang Yan's eyes sank, and his hand lightly covered his, "It's time to drink the wine."

He took two glasses of wine from the table, and handed one to Murong Yan. He looked at him very passionately. Murong Yan's face became hot, and he took the quilt from his hand without being pretentious. He stood up, and the two of them Wrists crossed...

"After drinking the Hejin wine, we will share joys and sorrows together from now on." Murong Yan met his gaze, and his face became even hotter.

Zhang Yan put down his wine glass, looked at him deeply, and said, "Okay."

Looking at those familiar eyes, Zhang Yan's heart trembled. He watched his eyes become soft under the candlelight, so that water could overflow from drowning.

He held his hand tightly, and fixed his eyes on his face. Since God gave him a chance to start over, he would not let this person suffer any grievances. He wanted to pamper him, love him, and give him The best of all worlds.

Murong Yan was at a loss for what to do with his red eyes, so he lowered his eyes not to look at him.

Zhang Yan caressed his cheek with his fingers, and approached his ear, with a deep and charming voice, "bridal chamber, is it okay?"

Murong Yan's heart trembled, was he asking for his consent?

He nodded.

Under the curtain of the bed, the lights in the house flickered, and the red square bed double shadows overlapped. He is also him, and he is also him. He is parting and parting, parting and reuniting. Listening carefully, there is a shallow and gentle male voice overflowing, candlelight Swinging, it really is a good spring breeze...