Feng Laiyi

In the early morning of the next day, when the bright light of the morning reflected mottledly on the red curtain through the window, He Chun, who was sore and painful all over, frowned slightly, opened his eyes slowly, and looked into his eyes. It is full of bright red, reminding her of the fact that she has married Fucha's wife, recalling the scene of last night, Hechun blushed involuntarily, and later realized that she was still being hugged tightly by someone In her arms, and when neither of them was covered with a thread, she was so ashamed that she subconsciously tried to break away from Fukang'an's arms. I softened my body.

"You are really..." He Chun was ashamed and angry, and couldn't help coquettishly, when he turned his head sideways, he looked into a pair of smiling eyes, and suddenly didn't know how to say the rest of the words.

Fukang'an looked at the blushing He Chun with a smile on his face, and felt that his heart was full of happiness, but his eyes could see the blue and purple traces of He Chunlu on the jade-like neck outside the brocade quilt At this time, nervousness and guilt appeared on his face again. He remembered that he had been able to control himself since last night. He couldn't help it, coupled with He Chun's tactful and charming demeanor, it aroused his inner desire, and finally got out of control...

"Hey..." He Chun saw that Fukang'an was staring at her and she didn't know what she was thinking. She blushed when she was seen by the latter, and thought that she should get up earlier to serve tea, so she turned her head and moved. The body wanted to break free from Fukang'an's arms, but who knew that just lifting his arm, he felt sore, numb, itchy and painful, and he couldn't help jjj.

Although Hechun's voice was small, it sounded like thunder in Fukang'an's ears. He immediately pulled his mind back, and immediately stiffened his whole body and tightened his arms. Zheng Hechun's body turned over and reached directly above her. , and then nervously looked up and down with his eyes, and said in a hurry: "What's wrong? But where does it hurt again?"

He Chun felt a "boom" in her head, and the blood all over her body seemed to be rushing towards her head, her face was hot as if it was on fire, she didn't dare to look at Fu Kang'an, and was trying her best to dodge the latter When I looked at Fukang'an, I was biased when I saw that Fukang'an's left hand was being grabbed towards Jin with his backhand. Dayou lifted it to check and see what was wrong with her body, and his whole body was clever, lightning Ban stretched out his hand and grabbed the brocade quilt tightly, raised his eyelids and quickly glanced at Fukang'an's slightly surprised face, then shrank his body down and then said in a voice like a mosquito: "I'm fine." , don't... make a fuss."

Fukang'an was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that he was about to speak, but found that He Chun would lift the brocade quilt because he was nervous, so the hand holding the brocade quilt tightened and tightened, and the corners of his mouth curled up. With a smile, the arms that were originally supporting the bed slowly released their strength, and "pressed" the body onto He Chun.

He Chun's original intention was not to let Fu Kangan throw away the brocade quilt and look at her undressed body in the bright light of the room. If such a thing really happened, she might not dare to face it for a few days. Fukang'an, however, unexpectedly caused the current situation. It was as if she pulled Fukang'an's body over, and hurriedly let go of the hand holding the brocade quilt, but didn't know where to put it. Hesitantly leaning on Fukang'an's shoulder, twisting his body and struggling twice, he said angrily, "Get up quickly, it's getting late, it's time to get up."

Fukangan rested his chin on Hechun's shoulder socket, played with her ink-dyed black hair scattered on the pillow, and said with a smile: "No hurry, it won't be too late."

All the warm breath was spit out on the skin of Hechun's neck. Every time Fukan'an said a word, she felt that the numbness passing over her body would be a little stronger, but the other party didn't know whether it was unintentional or intentional. The speed of speech was as slow as squeezing out one word at a time.

"Don't, don't make trouble." He Chun even stuttered a little when he spoke. He heard Fu Kang'an's low laughter in his ears as soon as he finished speaking. He immediately understood that he was deliberately teasing himself, and hated him. Resentful, she took her hand down and pinched his waist a few times, then twisted her body vigorously, trying to get out of Fukan'an's control.

But in Fukang'an's view, Hechun's actions were closer to teasing, and his body quickly responded honestly, pressing hard on Hechun's legs with fiery heat, and his breathing became weaker. Get up in a hurry, the people below seem to be aware of this, and the strength of the struggle seems to be getting stronger.

Fukang'an smiled wryly in his heart, seeing the light entering the room getting brighter and brighter, and someone would come and call out in less than a cup of tea. I am afraid that the bath and fire caused by him would have to fend for themselves , had no choice but to stretch out his hand to hug Hechun under his body, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hechun, be good, don't move."

He Chun's body froze, and he knew that he was not moving quietly, so he calmed down obediently, and calmed down his state of mind by the way, and the room became quiet again for a while.

I don't know how long after that, there was a "knock knock" knock on the door.

"Princess, Prince Consort, it's time to get up." Mei Xiang's voice sounded from behind the door, a little softer than usual, and a little more cautious.

Fukang'an turned his head sideways, kissed Hechun's cheek lightly, then let go of her arm, sat up, picked up the robe beside the bed and put it on, and handed Hechun's pajamas to her , After she put it on, she opened the curtain and said loudly: "Come in."

The door opened, and Madam Xu led the way, followed by several mamas from the palace and a dozen palace maids including Mei Zhumei Xiang, who walked in one after another. The nanny who came saluted and greeted Hechun Fukang'an, then went straight to the bedside, took the bloody Yuan handkerchief and put it in a dark red jujube wooden box, then left and returned to the palace to report to the empress dowager.

He Chun hung his head desperately, telling himself desperately that he could neither see nor hear anything, only wished there was a crack in the ground to get in, the hand on Fukang'an's arm couldn't help pinching a few times secretly , the latter pretended nothing happened.

"The fragrant soup is ready, please take a bath and change your clothes, princess and forehead." Not long after, a court lady came to report.

After Fukang'an heard the words, he immediately picked up He Chunda horizontally, and walked behind the screen where the bathtub was placed without looking back, and said in his mouth: "Put down your clothes, and you all get back, there is no need to wait here."

Everyone in the room was a little caught off guard, dumbfounded and didn't know how to respond, it was Mammy Xu who was old-fashioned, nodding and waving at Mei Zhu and the others with an inscrutable smile on her face, and the others relaxed their steps and hurriedly exited out of the house.

About half an hour later, the voice of Fukang'an ordering breakfast came out, and Madam Xu, who was guarding outside the door, hurriedly ordered down, and after a while, several plates of delicate dishes were accompanied by two bowls of rice porridge. It was placed on the table. At the same time, He Chun and Fu Kang'an were already dressed neatly under the service of the maidservants, except for their long hair that was still steamed with warm water.

Fukangan took Hechun's hand and walked to the table to sit down, then raised his hand to stop the plum bamboo who was about to serve vegetables, took the chopsticks and put the dried fragrant and shredded bamboo shoots on the small plate in front of Hechun, and said with a smile: "Eat it while it's hot, don't let it get cold."

From the beginning to the end, Fukang'an acted very naturally, but it made He Chun's already slightly red face brighter, and then remembered someone's unscrupulous behavior when he was taking a bath just now, so he secretly glared at Fukang'an's back , Then I picked up the bowls and chopsticks to eat, I didn't eat or sleep, I didn't talk for a while.

After the meal was over, the food was removed and a few plates of snacks were served. He Chun picked up a spring roll and ate it, then waved his hand to indicate that he had already hugged it. He got up, cleaned his hands, and sat in front of the dressing table, waiting for Mei Xiang to comb his hair bun.

"Let me do it." Fu Kang'an said the four words calmly, but almost everyone was stunned, and then he silently thought about cooperating with this forehead and planning to take care of the office owner's related matters, and put them all together. Can the person who serves by your side be a display?

"This..." Mei Xiang, who was reaching for the comb, froze in mid-air, forgetting about the other things, she didn't really believe that Fukang'an, who is a man, could do a good job of dressing and hair, but It is not easy to refute the master's words, so it is very difficult.

He Chun's face had already blushed so many times, and when he turned his head to see Fu Kang'an had already strode over, as if he had to do something, he was a little dumbfounded at the moment, thinking about the same as others, just in time He was about to speak, but Fukang'an had already come close, picked up the comb on the dressing table and stood behind Hechun Lehechun.

"Then let's see how the forehead skills are." He Chun had no choice but to say to Mei Xianghe. When he felt Fu Kang'an combing his hair gently and saw his figure in the bronze mirror, he couldn't help but He pursed his lips and showed a smile, and a sense of happiness and sweetness continued to surge in his heart.

I don't know how much work Fukang'an has done before. Although his combing method is not as skilled as Mei Xiang's, it is not far behind, which surprised everyone in the room.

The so-called coming and going, He Chun saw that Fukang'an had done so much for herself, so she didn't think about the issue of face. When she finished dressing, she asked Fukang'an to sit down and braided his hair by herself. Seeing the situation, Madam Xu and others quietly left the room, leaving only the young couple with a full temperature.

The author has something to say: It turns out that not only is it difficult to write about the meat of the bridal chamber, but it is also difficult to write when you get up the next morning. Embarrassing one, this chapter is a bit plain but it is full of warmth. I hope it is not satisfactory.

PS: Why do you think that the older you get, the worse your physical condition is? Why do we keep suffering from minor illnesses before we pass the age...I have had eczema for two weeks and I feel uncomfortable all over...