Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Yue Linglong tore off Qiu Furong's red hijab, looked down at her, and the corner of her mouth curled up in a satisfied and cold arc: "I am very satisfied with your performance today, but now...according to the previous agreement, before letting you and Brother Hao bridal chamber, I will have a few drinks with Brother Hao, and you can retire first."

Qiu Furong didn't seem to hear Yue Linglong's voice. The moment the red hijab was lifted, her eyes froze, fixed on Yue Linglong's golden wedding gown that all women in the world dreamed of.

The gold-threaded and jade-threaded wedding dress she wore was fake, but it generally looked enough to confuse the public with the fake one.

But at this moment, in front of Yue Linglong who was wearing a real wedding gown of golden silk and jade, she was wearing a fake dress. The smell of the fake was unmistakable, the stitches were slightly rough, and the golden scales were completely dull.

"This is the golden thread and jade thread garment, it really lives up to its reputation..." Qiu Furong's eyes sparkled, and she couldn't help stretching out her hand, wanting to feel the texture of the gold thread and jade thread garment.

"Presumptuous!" Yue Linglong took a step back to avoid her touch, a flash of anger flashed in her eyes.

Qiu Furong was not frightened by her intimidation, and asked blankly, "What's wrong with touching it?"

"You are just a little concubine, what right do you have to touch the things of the Palace Master?" Yue Linglong sneered, her tone was still high and arrogant: "Don't forget that today you were able to pay homage to brother Hao and enter this room, which was allowed by the Palace Master... so, if the Palace Master does not allow some things, let alone touch, you are not even qualified to think about it overnight!"

The reason why Qiu Furong became Yu Wenhao's most favored concubine was because she looked like Yue Linglong, and because her temperament was similar to Yue Linglong's.

She looks glamorous and arrogant on the outside, but inside she also has a delicate and exquisite heart, who knows what is right and what is wrong, and what is right and what is wrong.

Facing Yue Linglong's explicit ridicule and belittling at this moment, Qiu Furong was very displeased, but she didn't show it, instead she smiled kindly at Yue Linglong: "What the Second Palace Mistress said is true, Furong will keep it in mind."

"It's good to know." Yue Linglong snorted coldly, threw a set of rough clothes and linen to her, and urged impatiently: "Change and go out quickly, Brother Hao will be here soon."

Qiu Furong, who was used to rich clothes and fine food, frowned again when she saw the unsightly coarse cloth that Yue Linglong stuffed over.

I'm afraid these clothes are worn by kitchen handymen, right?

Qiu Furong didn't take the rough clothes, so she casually pointed to a large wardrobe not far away, and said calmly: "This is a new house, there will inevitably be eyes and ears when the time comes, and it is inevitable that people will find out when going in and out. The second palace lord is just drinking a few glasses of wine with the first palace lord, so there is no need to make such troubles. Furong can hide there. After the second and first palace lords have had enough drinks, Furong can come out again."

Questions that Qiu Furong could think of, why didn't Yue Linglong know? How could she be so easily led by the nose?

When she came in, she had already made arrangements, even if there were people outside, they would all be hers, and what she was going to do later, except for herself, no one else was allowed to know.

Yue Linglong was resolute in her heart, and said with a sneer on her face: "You said that you were discovered outside and you are going to have a bridal chamber? Or is it better to let brother Hao see it here? It's okay to make a bridal chamber. If you let brother Hao see that there are women other than my palace lord in this bridal chamber, what do you think he will do?"

Qiu Furong clenched her fists secretly, and finally took the rough clothes and changed into them.

Seeing Qiu Furong's footsteps when she left, hesitant and hesitant, Yue Linglong sneered and said: "Since my palace lord let you pay homage, I will naturally let you come to the bridal chamber, what are you still worried about?"

"Then I hope that the Second Palace Mistress and the First Palace Mistress can drink to their heart's content." Qiu Furong glanced calmly at the Hebei wine on the table, slightly raised the corners of her lips into a smile, and led the door out without further hesitation.

After Qiu Furong went out, Yue Linglong walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Gao Leng and confidently looked at herself in the mirror.

Wrapped around the body and girded around the waist, with beautiful eyes looking forward, her face is alluring, and her frown and smile are phoenix all over the world.

Pleasantly admiring the beautiful self in the mirror, Yue Linglong's slightly raised smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a faint sense of loss.

If it wasn't forced by today's situation, she would only want to wear the golden silk and jade strands of clothing when she married the man she loves. She would only want to show her beauty to that man named Long Xiaoyu.

Yue Linglong didn't know how long she admired herself in the mirror, Meimei fantasized about it for a long time, and there was a crisp oriole cry from outside the window.

This is a signal from the person she arranged, which means that Yu Wenhao has already come here.

Yue Linglong restrained her face slightly, returned to the wedding bed, put on the red hijab, and waited.

Not long after, there was a swarm of noisy voices outside, but most of them were drunk Yu Wenhao's hearty laughter.

"My palace lord is not... not drunk... No one is allowed to help me, just go away."

"Hahaha...you are right, a spring night is worth a thousand gold, so I will mainly enter the bridal chamber."

"Okay, okay, you all back down, whoever dares to quarrel with my bridal chamber, my lord will chop off his head..."

As the fluent voice disappeared, the sound of rustling footsteps outside gradually faded away, and then there was the sound of Yu Wenhao slamming on the door vigorously.

"My lady, open the door!"

"Open the door, Long'er, I'm here, open the door quickly..."

After yelling a few words and slamming on the door several times, Yu Wenhao pushed the door vigorously and entered.

I don't know if it was because he was drunk, or because the room was decorated too festively, Yu Wenhao shook his dizzy head, and then wobbled towards Yue Linglong who was sitting on the bed.

Yue Linglong moved to dodge, Yu Wenhao lost nothing, and fell directly on the bed.

Yu Wenhao didn't care at all, he got up from the bed, looked at Yue Linglong who had moved to the corner of the bed drunkenly, and smiled: "Is Long'er shy? It's okay, brother Hao will be gentle..."

While speaking, others have already rushed over again.

Yue Linglong didn't dodge any more, but raised her hand to stop her, and said coquettishly at the right time: "Brother Hao, why are you so anxious, you haven't lifted your hijab yet, don't you want to see Long'er in her most beautiful appearance?"

Her voice was delicate and soft, and Yu Wenhao, who was half drunk already, became even more confused.

"Yes, yes, yes... Lifting the hijab..." Yu Wenhao said suddenly, while reaching out to lift the hijab.

Even though she was wearing a red hijab, Yue Linglong was able to firmly hold Yu Wenhao's hand, and reminded angrily, "You can't use your hands."

"Okay, okay, don't use your hands, don't use your hands..." Yu Wenhao responded again and again, taking a sip of her slender jade hand that was as firm as fat, and then got up to get Yu Ruyi that was on the table.

Yu Wenhao stood on the spot and swayed a few times before he managed to stand still, and asked with a smile: "Lady, my husband, I'm going to lift my hijab."

Yue Linglong didn't make a sound.

In Yu Wenhao's eyes, her silence is more like a shy little lady waiting to be loved.

Where can Yu Wenhao wait? Immediately, he took Yu Ruyi and lifted the red hijab.

With just one glance, Yu Wenhao was dumbfounded.

Her lips are full of dandelion, her cheeks are blush, her face is crystal clear like jade, she is indescribably beautiful.

I knew that his Long'er was as quiet as a virgin, just waiting for this day, waiting for him to break it.

Immediately, Yu Wenhao was half sober from the wine, he swallowed his saliva, and then, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its food, he rushed towards Yue Linglong who was pretending to be shy.

Yue Linglong was thrown on the bed, but when Yu Wenhao was about to come closer, she raised her hand to cover his alcohol-smelling lips: "Brother Hao, it's been a long night, don't be in a hurry at this moment, there is still no wine to drink, come..."

As she said that, Yue Linglong had already pushed away Yu Wenhao who was pressing on her body, then got up in a state of fascination, picked up the jug on the table with charming movements, and poured two small glasses.

Looking at her enchanting posture, Yu Wenhao was already drunk and everyone was drunk. He lay sideways on the bed and was dizzy for a long time before he took the wine from Yue Linglong, and then pulled her into his arms again.

While smelling the virgin fragrance emanating from her body, he breathed the hot breath in her ear, and said ambiguously: "Okay, what is the lady talking about, I don't ask for anything else tonight, but I just ask the lady to do her best to make my husband and I yu-xian-yu-death."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yue Linglong pushed him coquettishly, and then crossed the hand holding the wine glass with Yu Wenhao's.

For a moment, the eyes of the two intertwined like lingering and charming, their hands were crossed together, and they both raised their heads and drank the wine together.

Yue Linglong stuck out her tongue, and licked the remaining wine stains on her lips, "Such a little is not enough, Long'er still wants to drink."

"Little fairy, what else do you want to drink?" Yu Wenhao's eyes were already full of passion, but he was always in a good mood to support Yue Linglong's little tricks.

The long night is not enough for him, what he wants is not only the night, but also the day... For the next few days and nights, he will want her hard.

So before that, he had to be satisfied with her mood, and in the end, he would use his strongest strength to satisfy her empty body.

"Of course I drank it like Brother Hao." Yue Linglong pouted her lips, then stood up, wanting to bring over the big jar of wine from another table.

"Don't move." Yu Wenhao grabbed her and scratched the tip of her nose: "Your strength tonight is all yours."

Yu Wenhao staggered and brought over the two large altars of old wine.

Before Yue Linglong could say how to drink, Yu Wenhao had already opened the wine jar, took a big swig from the jar, and then leaned over to lick Yue Linglong's rosy cheeks: "You can drink if you want, but you can't get drunk. Tonight I want to let you know clearly who is the man who loves you."

Under the candlelight, Yue Linglong's cheeks were blushing, in Yu Wenhao's eyes, she was ashamed, but only she knew, why was she holding back?

"It's better like this..." Yu Wenhao licked her face again, and smiled evilly: "I'll take a sip, Mrs., and the lady will let me have a sip?"