It’s impossible to make a commotion in the bridal chamber. Why? Because Commandery Princess Dongyang is standing right there. When she’s not smiling, everyone shrinks back and instantly gets cold feet, slipping away.
Of course, there are those who are fearless, sneaking and hiding under the wall to eavesdrop.
But as soon as he squats down, he feels a shadow over him. He looks up and is almost scared witless.
Gosh, is this black-faced guard a ghost? Walking without a sound, trying to scare him to death and inherit everything he has?
Fatty Liu grins foolishly: "I’m drunk, who am I, where am I, what am I doing?"
Yuan Yi directly grabs the back of his neck and drags him out of the Wind-Rest Pavilion.
Fatty Liu cries out loudly.
Song Zhiyu is actually very nervous. Hearing Fatty Liu’s cries, he laughs and says, "This fatty, big body, loud voice, but such a wimp."
Niu Pan’er glances at him: "Didn’t you fight with him before? Why did you invite him then?"
"The fight was because of his foul mouth. He doesn’t accomplish much, just spouts off but never dares do anything really nasty." Song Zhiyu quickly adds, "Besides, our Prime Minister’s Mansion has some connections with the Marquis Anqing Mansion."
Niu Pan’er likes hearing the word ’our,’ and nods.
Song Zhiyu looks at her wearing casual clothes, glances at the table, and asks, "Did you eat?"
"Had a little. Were you just drinking outside? Want to eat some more?" Niu Pan’er asks.
Song Zhiyu rubs his belly and nods.
Better eat a bit, calm the nerves, don’t show fear.
Niu Pan’er gives a command, and soon a maid brings two bowls of clear noodle soup and a bowl of hangover soup. The source of this content ɪs NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Song Zhiyu takes his time eating slowly until the bowl is empty. He wants to say something, turns his head, and blushes.
"Why, why are you dressed like that?"
Niu Pan’er glances at her ’pajamas,’ a thin red spaghetti strap dress with a sheer robe on top, sent by Song Ci as a wedding gift.
She privately studied how to wear it, sneaking around, still blushing a bit, but now finds it convenient.
"Your mom... mother sent me these pajamas." Niu Pan’er corrects herself, coughs, and says, "Go to the restroom, I’ll have someone draw a bath."
Song Zhiyu hurriedly gets up, quickly enters the restroom, sensing that the indescribable upcoming events will be wild.
He finishes washing at an unprecedented speed, and when he comes out, the dishes are all cleared away, leaving only the dragon and phoenix candles burning.
A candle wick bursts with a small flower.
"Come here." Niu Pan’er pats the bed beside her.
He awkwardly walks over, lies down, and looks at the red canopy, only feeling waves of a unique fragrance wafting over.
Niu Pan’er has a slight smile in her eyes, understanding how nervous and stiff he is.
Her hand quietly reaches out, holding his hand.
Song Zhiyu is startled and reflexively wants to pull back, turning his head away.
"Have you done it before?"
Song Zhiyu is taken aback for a moment, then realizing, somewhat blustering, he says, "Of course, I’ve been around, obviously."
"Of course, you’ll know the taste soon enough." Song Zhiyu arrogantly snorts.
Si Xi outside in the courtyard: Oh dear, keep it down. I’m afraid your face will be slapped loudly.
Niu Pan’er chuckles, "In that case, come on, let this Commandery Princess taste your flavor."
Here it is, the first meeting with the mountain king’s domineering female image has finally resurfaced!