Chapter 94 The Marriage of Zijing and Zhao Wen 3

Today is a great day for the marriage of the eldest princess of Nanchu. All the dignitaries of Nanchu attended the grand royal wedding held in Zhao's mansion.

Except for one person who didn't come, it was Zhao Fei and Ban Jieyu in a coma.

However, no one cares whether she comes or not, and even many people hope that she will not come, including Zhao Wen, including Zijing, Yin Ren, including Lu Xuelin. Almost everyone hopes that Zhao Fei will not come. After all, even if she comes, she can't change any facts, which will only make everyone more embarrassed.

Today, the proudest person is Zhao Laocai. Before he even realized what had happened, he turned into a relative of the emperor, became the father-in-law of the eldest princess, and became the in-law of the empress dowager. He looked at his son, and his heart was full of pride and joy. Unexpectedly, his son became Nanchu The eldest son-in-law became more and more proud.

Some people are happy, and naturally some people are angry. This angry person is Jin Fei. She didn't expect that her seamless plan of three birds with one stone would all fail in the end. Even Zijing, the little girl, escaped this disaster.

The wedding continued, and the couple saluted slowly in the eyes of everyone's jealousy or joy.

After the ceremony, the people stayed in Zhao's house to continue drinking and eating, and a pair of newlyweds were sent to the bridal chamber by their mother-in-law.

Zhao Wen gently opened the red head cover on Zijing's face. The red candlelight shone on Zijing's red face. Her long black hair was worn over her shoulders, which was slightly soft and showed a different style, which made people love pity. Her white skin was like a freshly peeled egg, and her big eyes flashed. As if he could speak, his small red lips and white skin were more distinct. A pair of small dimples were evenly distributed on both sides of his cheeks, with a light smile. The dimples loomed on his cheeks, and even cute. He lowered his head shyly, but he raised his head from time to time and looked at Zhao Wen with a little shyly.

Looking at the shy and beautiful bride in front of her, she will be his wife from now on. Zhao Wen's heart is full of mixed feelings and complex eyes.

What should he do? How should he treat the woman in front of him?

This woman loves herself so deeply that she would rather put down her body to save her life. Zhao Wen can't live up to this feeling, but he doesn't love her. The woman he loves is still unconscious and is still uncertain about life and death. He doesn't have the heart to think about anything else.

"Princess..."

Zhao Wen sighed, turned around, looked at Zijing fixedly, looked at the woman who would spend her life with him in the future, looked at her shy face, and looked at her shy eyes. Zhao Wen couldn't help but feel pity at the bottom of his heart.

"Facon, don't call me a princess in the future. Call me a wife. I'm married and return to the princess. How awkward it is. Don't treat me as a princess in the future. I will be your wife in the future. I will live a good life with you. I will never move out of the princess's airs to suppress you. I won't live in that princess house. In the future Let's live in Zhao's house with our parents. Let's be filial to our parents together, okay?

Zijing raised her head and looked straight at Zhao Wen, saying seriously in a slightly serious tone.

Zhao Wen couldn't help but be stunned and was slightly embarrassed by Zijing's straight eyes. He didn't expect Zijing to say such a real thing. After listening to Zijing's words, what else could he say? Except for being moved, he had no other feelings in his heart.

This woman's affection for him is really heavier than the sky. She said so. If she doesn't treat her well in the future, then Zhao Wen will really be in vain.

If you have a wife like this, what does your husband want?

"Madam... I... will treat you well in the future..."

Zhao Wen looked at Zijing, his face turned red, and he said these words intermittently, especially the woman, which was really awkward.

"Fair, thank you. Let's get along well in the future. We will be happy. I will try my best to be a good wife. If there is anything I don't do well, you might as well tell me directly, and I will definitely change it."

Zijing gritted her teeth and said in a slightly shy voice.

"Thank you...Madam..."

Zhao Wen looked helplessly at the woman in front of him and sighed that she was good at everything except the person she liked in her heart. How could such a woman refuse such a feeling?

After all, she also married herself to save her life. Now, can he still refuse her?

I'm afraid that he really can't stand this affection. What should he do if he loses to her one day?

"Fair, if there is anything on your mind, you must tell me, don't hold it in your heart, okay? In the future, we will be husband and wife, and we must be honest with each other.

Zi Jing looked straight at Zhao Wen, and her face was full of unconcealed joy. She finally married this man. She finally became his wife. She finally became with the person she liked. All this was like a dream for her. This dream was too beautiful and unreal. Until now, she even had With a little fluttering feeling, she still couldn't be sure that she had really married Zhao Wen.

She called the word husband so comfortably. From now on, she finally doesn't need to call him Zhao Wen, but can call him husband openly. In the world, there is no one else who can call him husband. This husband belongs to her alone.

Now, she has only one idea in her mind, that is to be with her father-in-law, be filial to his parents, and live a happy life in the future, and stay away from all the struggles and noise in the palace. As long as she can be by his side and be his little woman, she doesn't want anything else.

"Madam... Thank you, Zhao Wen will definitely live up to your affection for me."

Zhao Wen looked at Zijing fixedly, with complicated eyes, sighed, slowly stretched out his hand and gently held her into his arms.

The person I love most often is not the person I spend my life with. The person I love the most can only quietly hide in an unknown corner of my heart. Those pictures that belong to my memory can only be buried deeply in my heart, no longer think about it, no longer pay attention to it, or even dare not touch it.

"Fas, let's... rest early..."

Zijing lay in Zhao Wen's warm and strong arms, gritted her teeth, and whispered slightly shyly.

After that, he slipped out of Zhao Wen's arms, gently lay down to the wide and comfortable Xi**, closed his eyes tightly, and slowly climbed up his cheeks with a touch of flush.

"Good..."

Zhao Wen sighed and stared at Zijing. Finally, he gently put down the curtain, bent down, and gently kissed the soft and wet red lips.

The night wind blows, rolls up the red curtain and keeps flying. The moonlight gently swings through the curtain, with long and short projections or thick or light laying on the curtain.

The candlelight flashed gently, and a faint green smoke slowly floated out of the window.

Out of the window, the moonlight is thick.