After traveling through time, she just wanted to eat, drink and have fun

Chapter 133 Warmth

In the Xiangfu, Leng Qinghuan was wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, sitting in the bridal chamber, like a blooming flower, emitting charming brilliance. She was quietly waiting for Zhu Chun's arrival, her heart full of anticipation and joy.

Zhu Chun didn't let her wait too long. He drank a few glasses of wine in a hurry and rushed back to the bridal chamber. His footsteps were light, he was gentlemanly, and he was smiling as he walked on the moon. When he pushed the door and walked into the bridal chamber, the candlelight flickered in the room, reflecting the figure in red on the bed. Zhu Chun's eyes were attracted involuntarily. He recalled the glimpse he had in the alley. At that time, Leng Qinghuan was also wearing red. The triumphant smile when she fainted him gently stirred his heartstrings like a feather.

Zhu Chun gently lifted Leng Qinghuan's red veil. Her shyness was like a blooming lotus, exuding a charming fragrance. His heart beat for her again, and his eyes were full of love and tenderness. Neither of them spoke, but just stared at each other silently, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Zhu Chun took the two cups of wedding wine handed over by the bridesmaid, and with a trembling hand, he handed one of the cups to Leng Qinghuan. Their arms intertwined, their eyes met again, and the love in their eyes burned like a flame. The bridesmaid and the others in the room withdrew together, and helped them close the door considerately. The moment the door closed, it seemed as if the whole world was left with only the two of them.

They embraced and kissed each other tacitly, and their passion gradually ignited, like the stars twinkling in the night sky. Their lips touched gently, as if they were telling each other's thoughts and desires. Their embrace became tighter and tighter, as if they wanted to merge each other into their bodies. The room was filled with a sweet atmosphere, like a beautiful painting, intoxicating.

The next morning, when the sky in the east was just beginning to turn pale, Leng Qinghuan had already opened her eyes. Her unremitting martial arts practice over the years had allowed her to always wake up earlier than most people, but for some reason today, she felt a little tired and lazy. She barely managed to get up and prepare to get out of bed to wash up, after all, according to the rules, a new daughter-in-law was required to offer tea to her parents-in-law in the morning.

However, just as she was about to get up, a strong and firm arm wrapped around her waist, gently stopping her movement. Then, she was brought back to the familiar embrace by a warm force. A low and slightly muffled voice sounded in her ears: "Sleep a little longer, Daddy said he has to go to the palace early today. When he returns from court, we will go together to offer tea to my parents-in-law."

Leng Qinghuan was slightly startled, and her original sleepiness immediately dissipated. She knew something about Zhu Chun's family. Now that her mother-in-law was not at home, she could only wait for Zhu Wenyun to come back before serving tea. She nodded gently and leaned back silently. The man behind her stiffened his arms, and then rubbed her back with his furry head. The two of them hugged each other quietly, without words, only the tacit understanding and love between them.

The morning light outside the window gradually brightened, shining on them, outlining a beautiful picture. In this beautiful morning, they temporarily forgot the hustle and bustle of the outside world and immersed themselves in their own little world.

Prince Jing's Mansion.

Prince Jing sat in front of the desk, his eyes red. He had not slept all night, motionless, as if he had merged into the night. The candlelight on the desk swayed in the wind, reflecting his haggard face. His brows were furrowed, and his lips were slightly pursed. In his hand was a scroll, which was sent by the secret guard who reported the progress of the matter last night. His hands were sometimes clenched, and sometimes relaxed, as if he was trying to restrain his inner emotions. Time passed by, and the dawn gradually broke through the clouds. Prince Jing's eyes were still staring ahead, as if he saw his well-intentioned mother through the endless darkness.