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Pain...

"Your Highness, be careful!"

Who was being noisy?

Black Tornado ran through the mountains as the arrow feathers on his shoulder trembled. The other three arrows pierced the horse's back. Black Tornado's speed helped him receive the three arrows, but he was so injured that he couldn't control himself.

The red and white fence was crushed into wood splinters as the Red Flag Carriage descended. Finally, after a rumbling sound, everything returned to silence ?

Who is it? Wen Che? Prince? Why were the memories of the two of them churning in their minds at the same time? He was going crazy.

He couldn't move his eyes at all. It was very noisy around him, and the joyous sounds of suona could be heard incessantly ?

"Huh?!" There didn't seem to be any suona playing in the program, or perhaps a girl from one of the families was getting married ?

So noisy ?

Finally, there was silence.

She slowly opened her deep blue eyes. The gauze fluttered in the mist, and the characters of happiness filled every corner of the room.

This was the prince's room. Whose arrangement was this? Truly tacky.

The scene before his eyes had finally become clear. A pair of red candles were still burning on the red sandalwood square table, droplets of tears falling onto the candlesticks ?

But there really was a sound of sobbing?

"Who?" Wen Che used all his strength to shout, but the sound entering his eardrum was not as loud as the sound of a mosquito.

There was no hurry. First, he had to organize his frenzied thoughts, and then sort out those clumps of memories.

So this body was none other than Prince Su Xuan Tuo. The most important part of his life was still fresh in his mind, and the last shot was the waving of his left arm, the arrow leaving his body, blood gushing out as he and his horse fell into a ravine.

Prince Su, Xuan Tuo, gave him all of his important memories before he left.

Only a wisp of a lonely soul remained. Just that cliff is the dream of a thousand years back of the immeasurable Buddha.

It turned out that men could teleport as well. And yet, he was actually able to receive the most important memories and physical body of Xuan Tuo.

This memory made him smile. So what if I become a prince and do a Xuan Tuo?

He was wearing a bright red robe, and the flowers formed from the fiery red cloth were tied around his waist.

Xuan Tuo was surprised. In the story of the wedding, he was actually the main character of the groom, and by the side of the bed, there was a rosewood chair with a red veil covering his head as he sobbed. Was it his bride?

He smiled wickedly in anticipation.

"Water." He could finally speak aloud.

With a sudden cry, the man under the red veil suddenly stood up and fled backwards. However, he fell to the floor all of a sudden. It turned out that the nanny had tied the Twin Hearts Festival on the corner of the bride and groom's clothes.

"You want to murder your husband?" Xuan Tuo looked at the woman behind the veil.

She had cherry red lips, a small nose, and clear tears in her eyes. Her long hair was tied up into a bun. Even though it was adorned with beads and flowers, it still looked refined.

Looking at her red dress, it turned out that she could also put on extraordinary clothes.

"Who are you?" His intuition told him that this face was very familiar, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember.

Xuan Tuo had already rolled to the side of the bed. That fiery red body hurriedly got up and untied the knot in her heart.

When the light muslin touched Xuan Tuo's face, an itchy faint fragrance seeped into his heart.

"Your Highness, I'll go pour some tea." The bride stood up gently, but her heavy steps were no longer flustered.

"You should have put me to bed first, right? And I don't seem to know your name. " This kind of wedding night could not be too monotonous, right? He looked at her, and an additional sense of uneasiness appeared in his eyes.

"I am Qin Wangjing." She looked at him and whispered.

Qin Wangjing? So it was the Prime Minister, Qin Qianmo's, daughter. He thought about this name. He remembered that someone had mentioned it before, and it seemed to be referring to Fourth Prince Xuan Zhuo as his wife.

His small hand covered Xuan Tuo's shoulder as he tried to help him onto the bed, but he couldn't move it in the slightest. His face was flushed red.

Xuan Tuo held back his laughter. "Just give me your hand."

As if reluctantly, Wan Jing unfurled her snow-white soft hair, and a warm big hand followed her like a shadow. The feeling of being electrocuted caused Wan Jing's heart to palpitate. He was feeling a little flustered in his heart.

With great effort, he managed to support his body. Finally, Xuan Tuo returned to the bright red brocade bed.

The tea had already been served and was gently accepted. It was neither hot nor cold, and the sweet fragrance of the spring water wafted into his mouth. Only one cup remained, but it did not sate his thirst.

When Wan Jing saw that Xuan Tuo had finished his cup in one gulp, she hurriedly poured another.

After drinking it again, his stomach growled.

"Your Royal Highness, you've been in a coma for five days and five nights. I'll ask the kitchen to cook some porridge and send it over."

In other words, he, Xuan Tuo, had not eaten for five days and five nights. So that was the case.

"Wait, just open the door and ask Qing Fu to fetch it from the kitchen." Xuan Tuo didn't believe that his manservant would run away to be lazy.

The door creaked open, and Wan Jing lightly called Qing Fu's name.

After a long while, someone finally answered.

"I'm here."

Wan Jing said, "Your highness is awake. Go to the kitchen and get some porridge."

"This servant deserves to die. These past few days, I've served by your side day and night, and I've lost sleep. Tonight, I fell asleep as soon as I sat on the steps. Please forgive me, Princess." Qing Fu was quite clever. As expected of Xuan Tuo's personal attendant.

"It's alright. Quickly go." "Yes."

Turning around and entering the inner room, Xuan Tuo's helpless and perturbed expression allowed him to see everything within his line of sight.

"Afraid of me?"

Was his face so terrible?

Not afraid." "Little Qiao's chin was raised high, as if she had already married. What was there to be afraid of? Her entire body had already been bound by a bright red color for the rest of her life.

She lightly bit her lips as determination appeared in her eyes. The tears from before had dried on her face. From this moment on, she would learn to be strong.

"Go and open all the windows. The smell of medicine in this room is too strong. He lit the sandalwood incense as well. To drive away the unlucky. " The smell of medicine in this room was really unsuitable for a new room.

Wan Jing quietly opened the wooden window carved with flowers. The moon bud was like a hook as the clear moonlight sprinkled into the room, mottling countless shadows.

"Master, the lotus congee is here." Qing Fu respectfully entered. This was his master's first meal in five days.

Wan Jing took it and put it on the small stool in front of the bed.

Leaning back against the pillow, Xuan Tuo picked up a porridge bowl with his left hand and a spoon with his right.

Pain...

He frowned. Even though he didn't make a sound, his forehead was already wet with sweat. It actually touched the arrow wound on his shoulder.

A piece of cloth slowly dyed red with a white muslin.

The bowl of congee had already slanted halfway, and the thin layer of congee sprinkled on the quilt.

Wan Jing quickly took the bowl and put it on the chair. He turned around and took out another blanket from the cupboard for Xuan Tuo to change into, and then lightly tucked the blanket into a corner.

"I'll feed you." Since she was already a husband and wife, why should she be so hypocritical and reserved?

Xuan Tuo chuckled. His wedding night was actually so special.

The sea hall tree outside the window had witnessed this wonderful night, but where had the wedding come from?