The Concubine is Covering the Vest Every Day

Great Wei, Shangjing.

The triennial imperial examinations came to an end with vigour and vigour, and His Majesty and the Queen personally selected a good son-in-law for the princess from among the scholars. The ninth place in the top two is Tang Yunian, a native of Yueqing, twenty years old, with outstanding appearance, and was chosen as the concubine. On the sixth day of the fifth month, Si Tianjian made a divination, and it was suitable for marriage.

There was an endless stream of visitors to the Princess Mansion, with lanterns and red silk swaying everywhere. Everyone was busy before and after, and the seats were full.

Firecracker shards in front of the new house. The wives and daughters of the princes and ministers dispersed, chatting and laughing, and the maids and maids also left the room. The concubine staggered and continued to walk, and fell to the ground within two steps, tilted his head, and leaned against the carved wooden pillar beside him. After a while, a person walked in. He didn't even look at the drunk person, and ran straight in.

When Tang Yunian was conscious, he only felt that his head was dizzy, and he tried so hard to open his eyes, but to no avail. She frowned and wanted to raise her hand to touch it again, but it was like a ghost pressing the bed, unable to move. In desperation, Tang Yunian gave up.

Someone next to him spoke, his voice seemed to have a hint of pain and forbearance, "Do you really want to choose him? What's so good about him? In appearance, family background, knowledge, what can I not compare to him? Why..."

It sounded like a man. Dizzy, Tang Yunian really wanted to open his eyes to see what kind of girl she was. Well, she was probably someone else's wife now.

"Cousin, I'm married." This was a woman's voice, calm and composed, neither hurried nor slow.

Or a cousin relationship? !

Brother, you have no future at all. Even if your cousin wants to, the two of you can't get together or make a family. Direct blood relatives and collateral blood relatives within three generations are prohibited from marrying. If there is time for such a question, it is better to go through the marriage law twice more.

Tang Yunian sighed with emotion, and then wanted to listen to it again, only a few hyphens were vaguely heard, and he didn't even put together a complete sentence. After a while, the man's footsteps sounded, he seemed to be walking away, and the door slammed open.

"How long will the concubine faint?"

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

"I mixed a little incense in his wine and smelled it," he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, "you will wake up in a moment."

Is this 'he' the woman's husband? Tang Yunian seemed to hear the reprimand again, and then someone complied, and then there were footsteps approaching him. The intention of the visitor was unknown, Tang Yunian couldn't move if he wanted to, and a strong aroma came from the tip of his nose when he was indistinct.

It didn't take a moment for Tang Yunian to open his eyes, and he was greeted with green glazed tiles that can only be seen in film and television and cultural heritage.

So lovely! The next moment Tang Yunian lifted up with a pair of big hands, and the man said angrily, "My concubine, it's a good wedding night, why are you leaning on the pillar."

"You haven't lifted the princess' hijab, and you haven't drunk the wine..." She said while shaking off the fine dust on Tang Yunian's body.

Concubine, bridal chamber candle night, princess, hijab, and a glass of wine! They are all retro words. Did she accidentally bump into a certain crew by mistake?

But she seemed to be speaking to herself. This is a woman in her forties, with a smile on her face all the time, but her smile is not sincere. Tang Yunian couldn't understand the current situation, so he could only say slowly, "Who are you?"

"Master Consort," the woman laughed, "you just came over from the wedding banquet, I'm afraid you guys are drinking too much... Why don't you tell the slaves about your alcohol limit, and the slaves can find someone to stop the wine for you. people."

"Mommy," said the woman in pink on Tang Yunian's left, "It's good that the concubine wakes up."

"Yes, yes." The middle-aged woman who was called Mammy said with joy and concern, "How are you now? The slaves even made a hangover soup."

After speaking, Tang Yunian handed it to her mouth without waiting for Tang Yunian's response. Tang Yunian looked left at the pink-clad woman, then at the mammy, and combined their words, there should be no problem, so he took it and drank it himself.

She drank slowly, spinning her brain while drinking the medicine. She remembered that she had just gotten her revenge. The Tang family went bankrupt, and she couldn't help drinking a lot of alcohol. Now it seems that she drank a bit too much. Did she drink to the point of crossing over directly?

Wait, Concubine?

I am a man now!

transsexual? Taking the opportunity to drink the hangover soup, Tang Yunian tried to touch his body. Taking a long sigh, it's okay, although it's not big, she can still feel that it should be a woman, but she is the concubine, Tang Yunian was relieved and nervous again.

Could it be that the princess is a man? The dynasty she traveled through was a female-respected country?

Tang Yunian continued to take a small sip, while Li Ma was beside him and wanted to urge. Fortunately, although Tang Yunian wanted to delay, this small jade bowl could not hold too much. Seeing that she had finished drinking, Mammy Li hurriedly took the jade bowl, and the woman in pink took out a handkerchief thoughtfully to wipe the corners of Tang Yunian's mouth.

"I'll do it myself." Tang Yunian picked up the handkerchief after dodging, and continued to slowly wipe the corners of his mouth. As soon as the handkerchief was handed to the pink-clothed woman, Tang Yunian had a jade Ruyi happy scale in his hand. It feels smooth and cool to the touch. When you look down, it is crystal clear and shiny. It is a good object.

"Father-in-law." Mammy Li smiled and led her into the inner room behind the jade screen.

The dragon and phoenix candles were burning quietly, and wisps of blue smoke slowly rose from the hollowed out incense burner. Tang Yunian looked at the room a little, and the characters were vermilion 囍 and red gauze covered the vines. On the wedding bed, a person was sitting upright in a red wedding dress, with a hijab covering his face and making it impossible to see his appearance.

Tang Yunian walked to the bed step by step, while Li Ma and the pink-clothed maid retreated wisely. There was not much movement when they closed the door, but Tang Yunian, who was awakened, could hear it clearly. After stabilizing his mind, Tang Yunian held Yu Ruyi's joy scale tightly, held his breath, and walked over slowly on tiptoe.

There was still one inch away from the princess, Tang Yunian stopped and lifted the hijab almost in a desperate attempt, but the face that fell into her eyes made her breath stagnate.

There is a drop of cinnabar mole on his forehead, his eyebrows are picturesque, and his eyelashes are slowly raised like feather fans. The fire-like wedding dress made her skin as thick as sebum and her muscles as snow-like halo. She sat quietly like this, with her hands folded in front of her, and as the hijab was lifted, her clear and bright eyes also looked at Tang Yunian.

Tang Yunian dared to guarantee that no one could compare to what she saw on the screen or what she met in reality. Just like a noble princess who came out of the fairy tale kingdom, no, she is a princess!

It's just... women in this era can actually marry women? ! What kind of dynasty is she wearing? You must know that even in Tang Yunian's era, the love between the same **** is sometimes criticized. Tang Yunian was a little more curious about this dynasty.

Such curiosity does not solve the immediate dilemma. Tang Yunian walked over to the bed and sat down at a loss. She didn't know what to say or what to say after picking up the hijab.

There was a pair of mandarin duck pillows on the bed, and the happy quilt was also covered with red dates, peanuts, lotus seeds, etc. Tang Yunian sat on these fruits, but she didn't notice it, and held the happy scale tightly in her hand.

This can't be done, pursing his lips, Tang Yunian is worried. She is the concubine, and the princess is marrying her now, so she can't wait for the princess to speak, right? Gathering up his courage, Tang Yunian spoke up.

"Princess-"

"Consort-"

in unison. The two sides noticed that the other party had opened their mouths, and the words stopped immediately.

"Princess, you speak first." Tang Yunian responded quickly.

"Consort," I saw Princess Yu shaking her finger, "We two haven't..."

Tang Yunian narrowed his eyes and saw that there was a golden wine jug on the sandalwood table, and two small golden wine bottles beside it. Drinking together is an indispensable part of ancient weddings.

"I'm coming." Tang Yunian strode to the table, put down the scale, picked up the jug, and poured two glasses of wine.

"Princess." Tang Yunian was just about to hand her the wine glass, when he saw Zhu Cui with her head full, and put the two glasses of wine on the table again. The princess looked at her puzzled.

"Princess," Tang Yunian smiled and looked at the bead hairpin on her head, "Isn't it heavy to wear them? Can you take them off?"

"a little bit."

Smile quietly, and those who see it are fascinated. Tang Yunian paused, "Princess, I'll come." After speaking, she moved closer. Tang Yunian was carefully taking these bead hairpins for her, but the princess leaned back.

Because he had never come into contact with these before, Tang Yunian tried his best to keep his eyes wide open and observe carefully, lest he would tug at her blue silk and hurt her, he lightly pressed her shoulder and whispered, "Princess, you first do not move."

The princess stopped moving and kept Tang Yunian busy. Tang Yunian only left a few hairpins to fix his hairstyle, and he took off the rest. On the bed, it turned into a small pile.

Tang Yunian really admired it, if she had worn the hairpin of dozens of kilograms on her head, she would have been lying on the bed and unable to move. It's not easy for ancient women, and I don't know how the princess has persevered for such a long time. After packing up the hairpin accessories, Tang Yunian handed the wine bottle to the princess again.

The two gestured, Tang Yunian raised his glass and drank, drank it all, and then went to see the princess, with his sleeves covering his face, he drank it in one gulp, but there was an indescribable elegance and nobility in his gestures.

Tang Yunian was ashamed and ashamed of himself, but this shame disappeared when he put the wine glass on the table again.

Because, she and the princess have no words again.

The red candle burns high, the wine is fragrant, and the green smoke is scattered. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Tang Yunian clenched his palms tightly, bowed his head and remained silent. "Consort." The princess called softly.

"Princess." Tang Yunian replied without hesitation, but the princess didn't speak any more.

Tang Yunian knew roughly that the hijab was picked, he drank the wine together, and the wedding night was one of the four joys in life. Shouldn't it be the next step to get to the point?

But she never did!

So even if the beauty is in front, Tang Yunian still has enough energy.

She has never done that kind of thing with a woman. Of course, she didn't do it with men either. In his previous life, he was almost graduating from university, and almost everyone around him was out of the single, only Tang Yunian was unshakable, and his mother was single for 20 years.

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