Chapter 37
Unspeakable emotion welled up in Xiang Xiang’s heart.
The Sixth Princess was right, Zhou Xian Yang was a gentle man. Spending a lifetime with him would not be a bad thing.
She opened her eyes and saw that Yu Wang’s face was slightly red from the wine, and his eyes were drunk.
This time, his eyes are even lower, looking at her cherry lips, approaching again. Acacia, however, unconsciously gently backs away a bit.
King Yu subconsciously sniffed himself, “Did I smoke you?”
Xiangmian just purses her lips and smiles, she is a bit embarrassed.
At this moment, the maid outside reported, “Your Highness, the hot water is ready, please go change and wash.”
Zhou Xian Yang got up and pointed at Rong Xiangmian’s crown, “You’re still wearing this piece of labor, isn’t it heavy?”
He reached out to help her take it off, but realized that he couldn’t.
“Your Highness, this crown consists of various hairpins embedded in the girl’s hair, the slave girl will just do it.”
Zhou Xian Yang glanced at Lin Lang, “Why aren’t you following Xian Yao?”
Lin Lang was a bit surprised, “Your Highness still remembers slave girl? Princess Zhaoren knows that my parents are getting old, so she asked me to stay in the capital and follow you.”
Zhou Xian Yang nodded, “Then take good care of Your Highness.”
When he went to wash, bathe and dress, Linlang glanced at Xiangmian with some concern, but consciously retired.
On the night of the wedding, the pair of red candles had already burned a large portion.
Wangfei removed her crown and hairpin, her hair was spread out, and she only wore a blue glazed hairpin in her hair, which made her look more elegant and graceful. Zhou Xian Yang thought she was made of transparent glaze, beautiful but fragile.
As soon as he sat down, he noticed that the Princess’ hands were clutching the edge of her skirt, very nervous.
“Are you afraid?” Zhou Xian Yang asked softly.
Xiang Xiang nodded, trying to speak to ease the awkwardness, “Are all couples in this world like this?”
“What do you mean?”
“When parents make the decision, they are sent to a bed, and the same person they don’t know becomes a family, and they live their lives together?”
Zhou Xian Yang laughed, “Yes, you don’t like it?”
Xiangmian laughed, “I’ve at least met His Highness five times, so it’s not a blind marriage.”
Zhou Xian Yang seriously snapped his fingers, “Didn’t we only meet four times at the City God Temple, the Polo Club, the Blessed Ning Palace, and your …… family?”
Xiangmian was embarrassed to say, “The day His Highness returned to the capital with his division, I went to the Smoke and Rain Building to watch the fun.”
“Oh?” Zhou Xian Yang was a bit pleased, but said, “What did you think in your heart when you first saw me at that time? Thinking that the husband that the Emperor had set for you was a murderous one, scared?”
Xiang Xiang immediately raises his head and looks at King Yu: “I think you’re a bit tired and lonely.”
When these words came out, Zhou Xian Yang was stunned for a moment before he harmonized, “Yes, I’m a little tired and a little lonely.”
“At that time, I wanted to be able to say to your highness face to face: you are really great! My second uncle died at the hands of the Western Qin people, this is the pain of the Rong Clan’s full family, full of insults, thank you for avenging my second uncle’s death!”
“Great General Rong’s death is the pain of the national dynasty, men of the national dynasty, everyone has the responsibility to avenge your second uncle.” Xian Yang had already heard too many words of thanks from the Rong family, so he was really embarrassed.
Seeing that he was not proud of this, Xiangmian thought that this man had a calm and steady nature, and must have suffered a lot. Then pulled his hand: “In the future, I give your highness to share some fatigue, relieve some loneliness it.”
With these words, she was serious. He didn’t mind her birth mother’s identity and asked for grace for her, all for the sake of her being able to successfully marry him. Not having to be a side consort, not having to withdraw from the marriage to make it difficult to discuss marriage in the future, not having to go to the mountains to be an aunt.
Rong Xiangmian’s heart is grateful, she is willing to honor and love Yu Wang, and use this life to repay his kindness.
She doesn’t know how much her words have touched Zhou Xian Yang.
Since returning to the capital, people have been flocking to him, either congratulating him and flattering him, or sarcastically praising him. No one has asked him if he is tired of being on the border all these years, or if he is lonely after leaving his parents.
West Qin night, so horrible, even the color of the moon is cold, the cold wind can blow straight to the bone, body can not feel a little warmth.
Standing in the battlefield after the killing of the inferno, he sometimes even have the illusion that he has long been dead, is a lonely ghost without temperature, clinging to the earth, unwilling to leave.
How he wished that he was still the fourth prince in Kunning Palace, with the favor of the Empress Dowager Father and Mother, and never knew what is tired and lonely in his life.
Unfortunately, he only deserved ten years of carefree life.
Zhou Xian Yang reached out and tenderly stroked his wife’s face, “Good, I will also share some of your fatigue and relieve some of your loneliness.”
The two of them held hands and looked at each other, and actually felt that they had known each other for many years in general and understood each other.
Rong Xiangmian still has some words of gratitude, which are interrupted by the strange touch on her hand.
She touched the wound on Yu Wang’s palm and then went all the way to his arm.
“This is West Qin’s silver hook?”
“You recognize it?” Zhou Xian Yang was a little surprised.
“My father has it on his leg.”
Xian Yang laughed softly, “Those who have a good life, like your father and me, have scars on their limbs. Those with a bad fate, like your second uncle, landed on the neck and stayed there.”
Xiangmian heart touched: “Your Highness, will you still go to war in the future?”
“If there is a war, naturally I will go. I relied on battles to walk to the capital.”
Xiang Yang gently stroked his wounds, “When I was a child, my second uncle went to war, I followed my mother and aunt to pray to God every day, I didn’t realize that I would have to live like this today.”
Xian Yang apologized in his heart, “When you married me, you couldn’t help but be worried and scared, not as comfortable as a Sun family girl married to fifth brother.”
Rong Xiangshi smiled in resignation, “Then I will immediately have someone build a Buddha Hall at home and worship it day after day, so I won’t have to improvise. Buddha see my sincerity, really to that day, then doubly bless your highness, safe and smooth ……”
Before Xiang Xiang’s words could be finished, they were blocked by Yul Wang’s kiss. Zhou Xian Yang’s heart has long been moved to a mess, there are many words he wants to say to the princess, but he feels redundant, in addition to kissing her, there is no other way.
All these years, he was really too lonely.
Now, he had met someone who was willing to accompany him and relieve him of his loneliness.
Aikami opened her eyes blankly, a tingling wariness welling up in her heart. King Yu’s kiss was raw but warm, giving her heart, which had been empty, a sense of fulfillment. She unconsciously reaches out and grasps Fabien’s bedclothes. And his hand tightly embraces her back, holding the back of her neck, kissing her harder and harder, making her feel secure.
Later, King Yüeh gently lays her down on the bed and slowly undoes her wedding gown. Rong Xiangmian shyly hides her face towards the inside of the bed.
When King Yu covers up, she has no words and says against his front, “Your Highness, I haven’t bathed yet, and the rouge on my mouth and face hasn’t been removed yet.”
“Is the rouge poisonous?” Xian Yang propped up his left arm to support his upper body, rubbing the back of his other hand against her reddened cheeks.
Xiang Xiang’s starry eyes rippled with a smile, “It’s not poisonous, it’s made from the juice of roses.”
That smile made Zhou Xian Yang’s heart empty for a beat, he hid it and pretended to laugh easily, “Then wouldn’t it be? What’s the harm in letting me eat them all?”
“Huh?” Before Rong Xiangmian could react, King Yu had already wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek.
In the quiet moment without the smell of alcohol and the distraction of the crowd, it was only then that Zhou Xian Yang caught a warm scent around the princess and greedily moved closer, burying his head in the middle of her neck and sniffing it deeply a few more times.