Chapter 151 Saving the Paranoid 43
The wedding, which was even more grand than the coronation ceremony, finally arrived amid everyone's anticipation.
Compared with the previous emperor, the new emperor reduced taxes after ascending the throne, and the new queen was even more astonishingly generous.
Also, everyone was privately spreading rumors about the new queen's many deeds of "favor" for the emperor.
So many women in the capital were extremely envious, while others began to imitate the new queen and were no longer the ladies who only hoped to be favored by men.
It sparked an open-minded trend among the people.
On the wedding day, the people of the capital were all smiling and the streets were filled with laughter.
Lingyao, the bride, was resting with her eyes closed.
Ren Murong Jing was holding her long black hair and bundling it up not very skillfully but very seriously.
He specially found someone to teach him this.
Half of her hair was tied up in a bun, leaving two strands behind each ear to fall casually along the shoulders and neck.
Murong Jing raised his hand, took the heavy and exquisite phoenix crown and put it in the center of his hair.
Make that already unattainable face even more noble.
Murong Jing blinked, and with her slender white fingers she took out a pair of butterfly hairpins from the jewelry box.
When the step-shaking ornaments collided, they made a crisp tinkling sound.
The hairpin hanging on her head, matched with her fair face and the quiet look with picturesque features, makes her seem within reach.
Murong Jing leaned over, half bent over, and looked down with his head, his ink-black eyes filled with fascination that was about to overflow.
He raised his fingers and wiped Lingyao's face twice.
It's a peach pink rouge.
That face as cold as snow was suddenly tinged with a color he had never seen before.
There are two pink spots floating on the snow-white clear cheeks, which make people feel soft when looking at them, and make people want to take a bite.
Lingyao opened her eyes at this time.
Her eyes were as cold as ever, but perhaps because she had just woken up, her beautifully curved lips appeared warm and soft.
"What are you doing?" she asked slowly.
Murong Jing looked at those two pink breasts, his Adam's apple rolling, and he kissed them uncontrollably.
It was first printed on the peach rouge that had just been applied.
Rouge is a top-notch blend with a subtle peach scent.
His breath was shallow and hot, slowly falling on those soft lips, grinding gently.
Lingyao didn't push him away, but Liuli's eyes still showed no emotion.
She looked at Murong Jing's delicate and handsome face, her long black eyelashes fluttering.
His half-closed eyelids half concealed his fluctuating emotions, but it still had no effect.
When his tongue brushed across the corner of her lips, she couldn't help but hum softly.
The neck to the ears were all covered with peach pink rouge.
"Your Majesty, the time is almost up."
A reminder from my father-in-law came from outside the door.
Murong Jingcai reluctantly backed away slowly, because he wanted to kiss her longer, so he was holding his breath, and as soon as he backed away, he couldn't help but gasp for breath.
Lingyao glanced at him and asked, "Are you going to suffocate yourself to death?"
Given the state he was in just now, if I continued to kiss him, he would probably not be able to breathe.
He was still unhappy when I pushed him away.
This little pervert!
Murong Jing hadn't recovered yet, but a smile immediately appeared on his face after hearing this.
I don’t know if her face turned red or what, her voice was low and hoarse, and her pretty and cold face revealed a bloodthirsty and dangerous feeling.
"No, sister."
As he spoke, he slowly squatted down and adjusted the last step for Lingyao.
The emperor, who was being worshipped by everyone, half-knelt at Lingyao's feet, and carefully fiddled with the hem of her skirt with his slender and well-proportioned fingers.
Lingyao lowered her eyes and looked at him: "Why don't you call me normally?"
Normally, Lingyao would look for opportunities to ask him to call her sister, but he would refuse to do so. However, he would occasionally do so to provoke Lingyao.
Lingyao, who has read many storybooks, feels that the God of Wealth is teasing her.
Well, that's right.
At this time, she should pat his face, making his crying become fragmented and his watery eyes become out of focus!
Rich: ...What the hell has the host baby seen? Push it... Uh, no, delete it...
Murong Jing chuckled upon hearing this, his voice low and clear.
"Anyone can call on weekdays."
That annoying Lan Ji, and the last time he caught Murong Qing calling her sister in private.
Ah...
He paused and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Kiss me, and I'll scream."
So what if they all yell? Only he can yell...in the factory.