Sitting in the wedding room, the foul scattered gradually. Through the red gauze veil on his head, the shadow was flushed. Du Ruo, who had lived for two lifetimes, did not expect that one day he would sit in such a room and marry a man who had long been close to his skin and had a son but was still not very familiar with him.

Even though she had given birth to Du Ruo, Du Ruo still felt that Lu Jingtian was very unfamiliar. Apart from the intimacy on the bed five years ago, she didn't know that man, but now she married him. Even for the sake of her son's expedient approach, she finally got rid of the identity of a widow in the Lu family, but she went from being a second grandmother to the Lu family's eldest grandmother. She thought it was ridiculous.

Moreover, when I was worshiping the heaven and earth just now, there seemed to be no steps to worship the high hall. It is reasonable to not want to recognize the mischievous families of the Du family, but there is an old lady in the Lu family, which is well known to everyone. Now Lu Jingtian has directly omitted the worship of the high hall and is willing to tell everyone that he does not recognize the stepmother of the Lu family. It seems that the relationship between Lu Jingtian and this stepmother is even more tense than the rumor, and has reached a point of complete indifference.

This is also good. Although Du Ruo was not afraid of this stepmother-in-law who had never met, it was really difficult for her to be a daughter-in-law who abides by etiquette and rules in ancient times. What's more, she was the daughter-in-law of the second master of the Lu family before, and the second master of the Lu family was the biological son of the old lady Lu. This relationship is embarrassing.

Just as he was thinking about the sound of the congratulations from the outside, he knew that Lu Jingtian was coming, and suddenly he was a little nervous. He thought why he had come so soon. He was the favorite minister of the emperor and the mighty general personally named by the emperor. The days when he followed him to the royal hunting ground five years ago were enough to make Du Ruo realize the affection and reliance between the emperor and Lu Jingtian.

Such powerful generals can get married even if they get married, the congratulatory people will probably be able to break through the door, especially those in the officialdom. No one is powerful? A mighty general can get married with a legitimate opportunity to give gifts. How could those people let it go?

What's more, there are so many generals in the army. Those generals are generous and direct in nature and will definitely seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to drink wine. After all, if you miss it today, you are afraid that you will not have a chance in the future.

Therefore, Du Ruo thought that Lu Jingtian would not be able to come back in the middle of the night, and even if he came back, he would be drunk, but he didn't want to be so early. Not long after the wedding banquet started, he still vaguely heard the noise in front of him in the wedding room. He didn't toast in front and ran back.

Just as he was wondering, someone walked in and stood in front of him. Through the red woven gold yarn, he saw the crimson boots parked in front of him. The robe of the same color was clearly seen on the surface of the boots. He could clearly see the woven gold woven cloud patterns surrounding it. Looking at the exquisite and luxurious wedding robe, Du Ruo suddenly remembered that he had misunderstood five years ago as a hunter at the foot of the mountain. How poor is his eyesight to see people to recognize the mighty general as a hunter.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, the scale rod was stretched under the golden veil, and he picked it up slightly, and the light in front of him instantly became much brighter. Du Ruo subconsciously looked up and faced a pair of dark eyes. Lu Jingtian, who was wearing a crimson wedding robe today, looked quite strange. Du Ruo couldn't help but wonder whether this man was the same person as the man wearing coarse clothes on the mountain who made a fence and chopped firewood.

Now that I think about it, I really can't understand the man's idea. He was obviously a general with a prominent status, but he found a coarse cloth clothes from somewhere. He dressed like a hunter in the village at the foot of the mountain. He ran to him and was willing to work as a free laborer, chopping firewood, farming and carpenter. If the hunter at the foot of the mountain might be greedy for his own beauty, he would have some coolies in his position, but with his status, there were many beauties in the mansion, so he would be disliked. If he looked at anyone, he would be waving, and he would have power, power and money, and he could not get any beauty. Is it necessary to make such a fortune?

And he looked at himself like this. Du Ruo felt that the man's eyes were like a wolf, like a hungry wolf that had been hungry for a long time. He stared at him quietly, making Du Ruo feel like he was the flesh sent to his mouth, as if he would swallow himself in the next second.

Du Ruo's heart was thrilled and he began to wonder if he had thought it was the first time. She always thought that being a respectful couple with him was a tacit understanding that the two did not need to be told, but now he was staring at what he was doing with a hungry wolf-like gaze.

Du Ruo felt that the atmosphere between the two became more tense and full of ambiguity. She was a little uncomfortable. She subconsciously lowered her head and coughed, trying to say something, and just said, "You..." But the man suddenly reached out to support her chin, raised her, looked at her more and more carefully for a long time and whispered: "It's very beautiful."

Du Ruo was stunned for a moment and replied subconsciously: "Thank you." He felt that his gratitude was a little strange. Just as he was thinking about how to make up for it, he brought the wine glasses tied with red silk on the table next to him, handed one of them in her hand, and drank them with his neck and stared at her.

Du Ruo had no choice but to drink it. The spicy smell of wine choked her, covered her mouth and coughed. After a while, he recovered. He looked up and saw that Lu Jingtian's eyes were darker and there was a vague light of fire in his eyes, just like the spark in the dark night, as if it could start a prairie fire in an instant.

Du Ruo suddenly felt a little hot, thinking about whether she was wearing too much. Now it was May, but she was wearing several layers of clothes, and it was inevitable that she was a little hot, but she didn't feel it just now.

Thinking of this, I became more and more unbearable. The heat first vaguely flowed to my limbs and bones, and gradually turned into thousands of ants that squirmed and climbed along the blood vessels, both dry and itchy, and then itchy. Then it became hot, thinking about how to cool down.

Suddenly, a big hand came over and touched her red face. The small face as big as a palm under the candlelight was dyed with crystal pink, just like the newly blooming peach blossoms on the branches under the moon, with natural charm and charming colors.

I felt that my subordinates were so slick and hot that I couldn't control myself, not to mention that she rubbed her little face on her hands intentionally or unintentionally. She suddenly felt aroused by the desire that had been holding on for several years, and she didn't have any thoughts.

He took off his clothes from two people, hugged them on the bed, waved his hand and fell down the brocade tent, covering the tangled figures inside...
Chapter completed!