When Chen Muyuan, the Marquis of Jingning, came back day and night, Song Mo had already arranged everything for him. He only needed to accept his daughter and son-in-law's kneeling in two days and watch his daughter get married.

"A Yu, what's going on with you and Your Highness?"

When he stepped into the palace and had no time to rest, Chen Muyuan hurriedly called his eldest daughter to the study room and prepared for a long talk. In theory, this marriage was a foregone conclusion. Even if it was forced by Duan, he, a small marquis, could not withdraw from the marriage. However, as a father, he still had to understand the whole story and the eldest daughter's intentions. If the eldest daughter did not want to, he would even give up his old face and ask in front of Duan.

Tang Huan was quite pleased with Chen Muyuan. First, Chen Muyuan was very nice to the original body, and even if he renewed his marriage, he did not neglect the original wife's children because of his beautiful wife. Tang Huan inherited the original body's memories. She could not care about the bad people she was bad. Tang Huan, in turn, could inevitably have a bit of uncontrollable favor. Second, Chen Muyuan was elegant and handsome, and Tang Huan felt that such a middle-aged beautiful uncle was very pleasing to the eye.

She simply talked about the process of acquaintance between the two and finally said softly: "Father, don't worry, my daughter is willing to marry him. Okay, you've been bumpy all the way, my daughter will go out to arrange it for you now, my father will have a good rest first, let's talk about anything tomorrow." If she stays there, she is afraid that she can't help but do something else.

Father and daughter...it's exciting enough to think about.

When she returned to the room to rest, Tang Huan still felt a little itchy. She remembered the scene with Uncle Song. However, it was Song Mo. Although she was Uncle Two, she didn't feel much stimulation. But Chen Muyuan was different. He was another person, the biological father of the original body. It really made me feel like...

The more Tang Huan thought about it, the more greedy he became, the more reluctant he was. It would be great if he could still see his master after waking up from the dream. When she saw it, she asked her master to give her the ability to wear other people's bodies, and it would be absolutely delicious to pick up the men around her!

"What are you thinking?" Song Mo came in quietly and saw her lying in the back with her quilt in her arms, her face was red and her eyes closed, and her little hands unconsciously drew circles on the pillow. He even stood beside her for a long time without notice. Finally, he couldn't help but speak first.

He would come every night these days, and Tang Huan was used to hearing his voice suddenly. She turned around with the quilt in her arms and looked up at him.

Song Mo is very beautiful. Every time he sees her, he can't help but feel greedy. However, no matter how good she looks, she will get tired of eating too much, right? He was not willing to go from her anyway. Now he is obedient to her, and Tang Huan really wants to change her taste.

It is still two days before she wakes up from her dream. When she wakes up, she can go anywhere she wants, pick any man, and be free.

As for Song Mo...

She didn't know that Song Mo in the dream was really a good man, and she was absolutely infatuated with her. Sometimes she couldn't help but feel sorry for him when he did things. But even if Song Mo knew that she was a Cai and a Flower Thief, what did it have to do with her? From the beginning, she only wanted one night. Huan. Okay, now she had to become Jiumeng Huan. When the dream woke up, she and him were over. She had already played enough to play a good woman, and she had to be the bad woman she wanted to be, blatantly hook those men, and the two who took the bait were crazy together. If they didn't take the bait, she would use means to conquer each other and be difficult to deal with... With Song Mo's lesson first, she would avoid it obediently and not cause trouble.

"I miss you." She looked at him with a red face, raised one leg and moved up along his knees, and moved down his waist.

Song Mo grabbed her feet the moment she touched him, and his big hands touched her slim calves, looking at her eyes. She looked at him boldly, with red lips lightly opened, as charming as a demon. Song Mo pulled the quilt and pressed it on her neck: "Why are you so seducing? Where did you learn it from?" He was curious about her life experience, how she did it be a thief, and what was the entanglement between the two of them.

"After reading too many books, you will naturally learn it. Do you like it?" Tang Huan leaned back and closed his eyes to feel the itch he brought to her.

"I like it, I wish I wanted you now." Song Mo took off her clothes and kissed her little by little.

"Then you want it, I didn't stop you." Tang Huan began to pant, holding his head and grabbing his back with his hands, not knowing where to put it...

"Wait for two more days, and I will definitely want you to do so that you can't even say a word." Song Mo buried her legs and stopped talking.

"It's really old-fashioned... Well, Song Mo, you, you learn so quickly..."

There was no more speech in the light pink gauze tent, only the ambiguous sound of water made by men, mixed with the suppressed sobs of women.

I tried my wedding dress during the day, and met my lover at night, and two days passed by.

When he got up early, he was tortured like a doll. Looking at himself, who was even brighter in the mirror because he had just snatched his face, Tang Huan really felt a sense of dreaming.

She never thought she would get married, and after she fell asleep, she almost forgot how many times she got married.

But this is the first time to marry Song Mo.

It feels a little different.

The veil fell down, and Tang Huan was helped by someone to walk out.

Song Mo was so infatuated with her in her dream that marrying him in the last dream could be considered an explanation for this stupid man. The things in the dream were not true. After waking up from the dream, she hoped that Song Mo would really sleep for a day, and hoped that he really didn't remember her. When she died, she really hated him for killing her. Now, if someone blew the smoke into her room in the middle of the night, it would be fine for a handsome man, but if it was an ugly man or a woman, she would also kill the other person.

She had no grudge against Song Mo. He killed her once, she picked him nine times, woke up from the dream, forgot, and from then on they had nothing to do with each other.

After saying goodbye to his father, he got into the sedan chair, Tang Huan sat upright and took a nap.

The Jingning Marquis Mansion is not far from the Duan Prince Mansion, and the sedan chair stops soon.

The door of the sedan was kicked, and the big red sedan curtain was lifted. Tang Huan familiarly took the red silk handed over by Xi Po, and stepped out with her help.

The phoenix crown on her head was so heavy that Tang Huan stood for a while before getting used to this feeling of being heavy and light. The veil was covered on her head, and all she could see was a small world under her feet. Her embroidered shoes were covered by cumbersome wedding dresses, and next to them was a pair of men's boots, which were his red robe.

She followed him in, her eyes kept looking at the hem of his clothes, and her mind was a little dazed.

In every dream in the past, except for the elder brother and sister, Song Mo seemed to have said that he wanted to marry her, but he didn't expect that he really got married until today.

If she was just an ordinary woman, she would definitely be very happy when she met such a man, right?

Unfortunately, there is no if.

If she was really an ordinary woman, Song Mo would not have fallen in love with her at all. In his dream, there were too many ordinary women around him. He had never moved before she appeared, right?

What is this man’s identity in reality? His master only said that he has high martial arts skills, but did not mention who he is.

Perhaps, after waking up from the dream, she could hide and observe him first? If he really doesn't remember, she... Forget it, just rely on her little skill to try to spy on him? If he is killed by him in one move, it will be too unfair to die. Let's avoid it far away.

With his random thoughts, he had already paid homage to heaven and earth and entered his new house with him.

The veil was lifted open, and his eyes suddenly became brighter. Tang Huan instinctively closed his eyes.

She heard a stunning breathing sound around her, but there was no sound of him. When she opened her eyes, she saw him holding a scale rod in her hand, looking at her foolishly, and her smile on her lips was also silly. Although she was still so beautiful, it didn't match his identity as Prince Duan, let alone the two met half a month ago, and he looked indifferent like the cold winter ice.

The mom probably didn't dare to remind him, and stood in the distance and looked at her with help. Tang Huan lowered her head, raised her foot and kicked him gently. Of course, this behavior was frivolous and did not match the identity of a noble queen, but she just liked to tease him like this, who could control it? Now the world in this dream is his, and he is hers.

Song Mo came back to his senses and handed the scale rod to the wedding girl, signaling her to continue to preside over the new house ceremony. He didn't like those common rituals, but when he got married with her, he would not be too complicated to do it, and he would do it one by one sincerely. After the whole set was finished, he sent the irrelevant people out, turned around and sat next to her, held her hand, and held the two of them in the palm of his hand. The wedding dress was as red as fire, and her wrists were as thin as jade.

"They are all gone, don't pretend to be shy, look up and show me." After shaking his hands, he raised her chin. The pearls and tassels on the phoenix crown blocked her eyebrows and eyes. He gently lifted them up and hung them up, finally revealing her entire face. Without makeup, there is no need to put on makeup. These eyebrows and eyes are like pink cheeks and flowers, and are stained by the powder, which is not beautiful.

"Bad woman, you are so beautiful." Song Mo lowered his head and kissed her closed eyes. When he was warm, he always wanted to call her, but he didn't know her name, so he had to think of one by himself.

"Help me take down the phoenix crown, my neck is almost broken." After he finished kissing, Tang Huan opened his eyes and pouted.

"Okay." Song Mo kissed her white and pink cheeks and raised his hand to help her, but when he touched Feng Guan, he stopped and looked at her with a smile: "Call me to be a husband first."

Tang Huan immediately had a small layer of bump on his body, and he was not cured and twisted him: "Hurry up and help me!"

Song Mo also knew that she was really tired, so he helped her take off the phoenix crown and put it aside, then hugged the person tightly in his arms, and kissed her ear: "Okay, don't call me now, how can you practice in the house first? I have to go to the front to entertain guests. I'll call me again in the evening, okay?"

Tang Huan nodded, hugged his waist and whispered: "Come back early tonight."

Song Mo smiled dullly, pushed her away, and looked at her jokingly: "You are the only one of such a horny bride?"

Tang Huan covered Xiao Song Mo and looked at him provocatively: "Aren't you hungry or thirsty?"

Song Mo's face was hot, but he couldn't say that she was not able to wait in the house for too long. He reluctantly kissed her and went to the front with a smile.

After he left, Tang Huan didn't need a maid to serve him. He walked around the house, ate some snacks to fill his stomach, and lay on the couch to take some sleep.

In a daze, I suddenly heard a noise, as if there was still a loud shout. When I was about to listen carefully, I was soon suppressed again. Tang Huan yawned and called Qingxing to ask, but Qingxing said he didn't know.

Tang Huan didn't think much about it. Seeing that it was getting late, he got up to wash and waited for Song Mo to come.

When Tang Huan heard the maid in the yard calling out to His Highness from afar, he was delighted and went out to pick him up. He just stepped in and his eyes met, and he smiled softly.

Tang Huan couldn't laugh, and Song Mo's face turned pale as paper.

This is not normal.

Just as he was about to ask him, he carried her into his arms and urged her in her ear: "Call me, call me husband."

"you……"

"Call me!"

His voice was weak but his momentum was imposing. Tang Huanqing couldn't help but scream. As soon as he finished speaking, he heard his satisfied laughter, and then his shoulders sank.

"Song Mo!"

Tang Huan was pressed by his tall body and took several steps back. He finally helped him firmly, but he saw that his eyes were closed and he had obviously fainted. She was shocked and could not speak. She was at a loss and suddenly found that the place where his subordinates were holding was wet and hot.

She raised her hand, and there was blood red on it.

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