From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 520

"The taste of a man is really good."

In the carriage, Empress Zhao Jing obviously had not recovered her strength yet. Her eyes were in a blur. She leaned against the soft cushion of the carriage wall with a flushed face.

She whispered: "I am also a martial artist with great Taoist skills. How come I lost my strength after being teased a little? The taste is really unique, but it is hard to describe."

Xiao Zhuang drove the carriage and pretended not to hear the whispers in the carriage.

Empress Zhaojing obviously needed someone to talk to, and couldn't help but say: "Xiaozhuang, do you think true love between men and women is very enjoyable? Countless people are fascinated by it, and it seems not without reason."

Xiaozhuang said helplessly: "Your Majesty, I am a monk, I don't understand this."

Empress Zhaojing said distressedly: "This is the pity. I have no experience in such things, and you know nothing about it either."

"Sometimes I even wonder how much I have paid to be a good emperor."

"At least... I have never had a man, and the only close contact with my junior brother is limited to teasing."

"For Dajin, I have indeed paid a lot, and I have not even enjoyed the basic happiness of a woman."

Xiaozhuang continued: "Does your majesty regret it?"

Empress Zhaojing shook her head, her attitude was very firm: "Of course I don't regret it, because I know that without me, this country would have been It's over."

"Whether it's Prince Jing or Prince Fu, or any of the descendants of the previous emperor, they don't have the ability to be good emperors."

"If they inherit the country, it will only lead this land to ruin."

"Even I was stretched to my limits when faced with an extremely complex situation. If it weren't for the help of my junior brother, I would have given up long ago."

Xiaozhuang nodded and said, "It is undeniable that your majesty has indeed given everything for Dajin."

Empress Zhaojing said, "And I will continue to give. Even if there are more messes and even if we face greater difficulties, I will protect Dajin and the hundreds of millions of people."

"The turbulence of history has come. I hope that everyone in our Dajin will be safe and sound, everyone has food to eat and everyone has clothes to wear. What a difficult wish, but I believe I can do it."

Xiaozhuang whispered, "Your majesty, you have worked hard."

Empress Zhaojing was silent.

She looked up at Xiaozhuang's back and asked hesitantly, "Xiaozhuang, do you think Junior Brother will understand me? He may think I am a power-hungry woman."

Xiaozhuang said, "Yes, Zhou Yuan is a smart man. He will understand your majesty's difficulties."

"I don't think so."

Empress Zhaojing said worriedly, "He may understand, but he may not understand. After all, he and I are different... He is more sentimental, and I am more indifferent."

"For order and stability, for the overall situation and rules, I can give everything, but he won't. He puts his family first."

At this point, she smiled bitterly and said, "This may be the reason why I am worried that he has not forgiven me. Has he really forgiven me?"

Xiaozhuang said, "I have forgiven him. Zhou Yuan is not narrow-minded."

Empress Zhaojing felt much better. She let out a long breath and looked at the prosperous street scene outside the window. Suddenly, she felt something in her heart.

When did I suddenly care so much about a man's opinion of me? I never care about anyone's opinion of me!

This… Junior Brother… His weight in my heart, is it that much more important than I thought?

"In any case, I wish him a happy wedding, this is his day."

She murmured to herself, barely perceptible.

The dusk stretched the shadow of the carriage very long, and the Duke of Wei's Mansion was still bustling.

Zhou Yuan was completely sober, but he was still inevitably dragged by a group of brothers to continue drinking. I think today is going to be lively enough.

He also risked his life, damn, it's just a drunken mess, who's afraid of who!

So a group of big men fought in the dinner, Zhou Yuan didn't know how much wine he drank, and finally lost consciousness.

But fortunately, Zhuang Xuansu had a conscience this time, and injected some of his internal force into him outside the bridal chamber, stimulating his internal force of Chunyang Wuji Gong. Most of the alcohol was forced out by him, and he finally entered the bridal chamber.

It was noisy outside, Ziyuan and Qingyuan guarded the door, not letting the brothers who were making trouble in the bridal chamber in.

The drunkards outside eventually left with a smile and continued to drink in the outer courtyard.

It was quiet, the world was quiet.

There was only a breeze and the swaying red candles.

Everything in the room was red, the mahogany tables, chairs, windows and bed edges, the red window grilles and curtains, the red candlesticks and lights.

The bride wore a red wedding dress and sat on a red quilt with her hands in front of her, dignified and ladylike.

Zhou Yuan lifted the veil with a scale and saw the shyBride.

Time flies, she is still the same as before, as shy and pure as when they first met.

Her eyes are slightly red, and the shallow dimples on her face interpret the definition of sweetness.

In this world, Zhou Yuan has many close friends and women, but no one can replace Ningyue's position.

Because when the poor scholar who showed up in this world for the first time expressed his emotions in the form of poetry, only this woman stood by him, unwavering, and bravely took a step.

The boy who practiced hard for three months in the mountains walked into the world with nothing, and this girl who fell ill in bed and faced a painful fate believed in the boy without hesitation.

Many memories came to my mind, and scenes in Yunzhou began to appear.

When I left Yunzhou for the first time, it was this girl who stood at the foot of the city wall at the gate of the city, like a husband-waiting stone, silently watching her beloved leave.

When the chaos in Lin'an Prefecture ended, it was this woman who abandoned worldly prejudices, ignored feudal shackles, and resolutely sacrificed her steadfast body without an engagement or matchmaker, just to leave a little bloodline for the young man.

That was the past.

But Zhou Yuan always remembered those sacrifices and touching moments.

"Ningyue..."

Zhou Yuan took her hand and whispered, "Brother Zhou said that he would not let you lose, and now I have done it."

That was the promise Zhou Yuan made in Yunzhou the year before last.

He never forgot it.

Xue Ningyue seemed to think of that time, she held Zhou Yuan's hand tightly, and tears could not help but flow out.

Zhou Yuan picked up the wine glass, and the two of them drank the wine with their hands intertwined.

Zhou Yuan gently stroked her delicate face and whispered, "At that time, I was still a humble son-in-law, a person with nothing."

Ningyue whispered, "But when I was most desperate, you stood in front of me without hesitation and blocked the disaster for me."

"Brother Zhou, do you still remember that story? The story of Journey to the West."

Her tears were like the cleanest spring water in the world, containing all emotions and flowing freely.

Her voice was trembling: "From that moment on, Brother Zhou, you are my hero, you are my Monkey King."

"Whether alive or dead, demons and ghosts, Buddha in the West... As long as I can follow Brother Zhou, Ningyue is not afraid of anything."

She rushed up and hugged Zhou Yuan, using all her strength, as if she was afraid of letting go of her Monkey King.

In fate, people play their own roles and the roles in the hearts of others.

Zhou Yuan felt something inexplicably, hugged the girl in his arms, and whispered: "I protect you, and you are also inspiring me."

"Now, the merit is finally complete."

He hugged Ningyue, and under her shy and emotional eyes, the two rolled onto the bed, completely covered by the red quilt.

That night, Ningyue showed all the tenderness of a wife and offered all the secrets that had not yet been opened.

Zhou Yuan spent almost no time thinking about what Xiong Kuohai would never get.

He once mentioned that even Ningyue, who was very bold in bed, resisted, but tonight she was already ready to devote herself.

But after more than an hour, she pinched Zhou Yuan's waist with a blushing face and whispered: "It's time to go, Brother Zhou, don't fall asleep."

Zhou Yuan hugged her and whispered: "I can't bear to leave you."

Ningyue chuckled and blinked her eyes and said: "Then don't leave."

Zhou Yuan laughed out loud, straightened up, pinched her face, and said: "Brother will compensate you well in the future."

Ningyue hugged him and whispered: "Brother Zhou, we are all family, don't talk about compensation."

Zhou Yuan gently stroked her long hair, and the tenderness in his heart was indescribable.