After being sent to the bridal chamber, those who should retreat also did so.

Before the groom arrived, Sikong Qingying felt that she couldn't hold on, so she fell limply on the bed.

The tip of my nose sensitively smelled a scent...it was incense, right?

Lu Zicong's body has always had a faint medicinal fragrance, and I have never seen him use incense. Why did he suddenly use it tonight?

Sikong Qingying was a little confused, but her mind seemed to be particularly confused tonight, so she stopped thinking if she couldn't understand.

Her body became weaker and weaker, and she seemed to have no strength to even open her eyes. It felt very strange, as if she was sick. Her consciousness seemed to be there, but her consciousness could not control her body.

She didn't even have the strength to open her eyes, let alone take off the hijab.

Drowsily, she heard the door being opened and a sound of footsteps coming from the door to the bed: "Miss Sikong..."

It's a woman...who is she?

Song Qing?

Sikong Qingying shook her head feebly. She was wrong. In fact, her consciousness was not sober. She couldn't even recognize the voice of the person who came, which was obviously a very familiar voice.

It's strange, she obviously didn't drink, but why did she act like she was drunk... Song Qing even cried during the day, it was really weird everywhere...

"Miss Sikong, you...do you really like Master Zuo?"

Song Qing, who was standing beside the bed, spoke slowly.

Sikong Qingying ignored her.

"Maybe it's my selfishness... But I still want to make it clear, Miss Sikong, I think you and Dr. Lu are better suited. Dr. Lu is very sad today... You, do you really not regret marrying the Lord Zuo?

"

What is she talking about?

Sikong Qingying's mind was dizzy. The other party's voice floated into her mind vaguely, and she didn't understand a word.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Song Qing thought it was Sikong Qingying who said such unethical words. She let out a long sigh: "At this point, I have to give up... Miss Sikong, the master of the left palace is really

I like you, I... wish you happiness."

She left again, heartbroken and sad.

Sikong Qingying's consciousness gradually blurred, and she was about to fall asleep.

The door was opened again.

This time the footsteps were steady and powerful.

Si Kongqing looked like he was asleep or completely drunk.

The other party was wearing a bright red wedding robe, with a gentle and obvious joy on his overly handsome face.

After he noticed that the person on the bed seemed to be asleep, he walked lightly. When he went to the bedside, he saw a guy wearing a red wedding robe like him. His thin body was buried in the quilt, and the hijab on his head was also

She was rubbed crookedly.

Obviously this man was not sitting upright and waiting for him to lift his hijab, but he still felt indescribably satisfied and happy in his heart.

I haven't felt this way for many years.

He sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hands to pull the person on the bed who belonged to him from today on, into his arms, letting her soft body lean tightly against his chest, and reached out to remove her hijab.
Chapter completed!