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"However... it's getting late."

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, my wife..."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his whole body burning hot.

"My wife, I have no experience."

I've heard people say that a woman's first time...it hurts a lot.

If you feel uncomfortable later, just tell them to stop.

Don't hold it in, okay?

"Um... my husband."

Dongkui took a deep breath, her face flushed red, and her voice was as thin as a thread floating in the wind.

I have no experience either.

Would you like to... take a look at this first?

"It should...it should make us all more comfortable, and less...painful."

She bit her lower lip, pulled the small picture book out from under her pillow, closed her eyes, and handed it to Qingfeng, no longer daring to look at him.

Qingfeng looked at Dongkui curiously and took the picture book.

Qingfeng suspiciously opened the cover, and the first page made him blush.

But he didn't close it; instead, he looked back intently.

The more I looked at it, the more incredible it seemed. It turns out there are so many mysteries hidden in this kind of thing.

The steps, actions, and even the rhythm of kissing and caressing were all clearly recorded.

There were also small annotations written in red pen next to it, like the advice of someone who had been there before.

He was so engrossed in watching that sweat beaded on his forehead and his Adam's apple bobbed several times.

To be honest, he had spent so many years in the military camp, listening to those rough brothers tell dirty jokes and had heard a few basic things, but he had absolutely no practical combat experience.

Even now, he is still a virgin.

His friends even made fun of him for it!

"My wife, did you... did you see it?"

The sound of the breeze was like it was squeezed out of cotton, both light and muffled.

Dongkui covered her face with her hands, the skin peeking out between her fingers as red as a boiled shrimp: "I...I've seen it, but there are some parts I don't quite understand, I only have a vague understanding."

Did you... understand it?

"I think I... understand now."

Qingfeng flipped the album to a certain page, then quickly closed it, as if afraid of being discovered.

"How about... we try doing it the way it says?"

"Okay... I'll give it a try."

Dongkui's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, but she still nodded vigorously.

Neither of them dared to look at each other, yet they couldn't help but steal a glance at each other, then simultaneously looked away, only to simultaneously turn back at the same time.

The moonlight streamed in through the window, mingling with the candlelight and bathing the entire room in a gentle glow.

The sounds of guests drinking and playing drinking games could be heard from outside from time to time.

Qingfeng reached out and grasped Dongkui's hand.

She still didn't dare to look up at him, but instead reached out and grabbed his hand back, her fingers gently trembling as she held his palm.

He reached out and gently pulled the jade hairpin from her hair, and her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

The fabric draped over her shoulders and back, contrasting beautifully with her bright red wedding dress.

Dongkui felt his hands trembling, so she gently and slowly leaned into his arms, buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Husband... I'm ready."

Qingfeng took a deep breath and blew out the brightest candle, leaving only a pair of small dragon and phoenix wedding candles flickering by the bedside, enveloping the entire bridal chamber in a hazy, warm light.

The two of them explored and practiced little by little in this way.

No matter how detailed the instructions in the brochure are, they can't compare to the chaos and confusion of actually doing it.

Qingfeng was afraid of hurting her, so he moved very carefully. Dongkui was both shy and nervous, her body tense and she couldn't relax.

At first, he couldn't find the right method, and Qingfeng was so anxious that the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Dongkui bit her lip, trying not to laugh out loud, for fear of hurting his pride.

The two of them struggled for a full fifteen minutes, trying several different methods over and over again. Finally, after a flurry of activity, they seemed to find their rhythm.

After that, he was in his element and gradually got into the swing of things.

Dongkui gradually relaxed, her body going limp like a puddle of spring water.

The flame of the red candle flickered, the wick crackled, and the shadows of the two people overlapped on the curtain, a scene of great joy!

That picture book was kicked to the foot of the bed at some point.

The air inside the tent became hot and humid, and the low, deep sound of a gentle breeze whispered in her ear, tinged with a slight panting: "My lady... does it hurt?"

Dongkui shook her head, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her voice sounding like it was coming from a dream: "It doesn't hurt... Husband, just be gentle..."

As the night deepened, the sounds of guests outside faded away, indicating that they had likely already left.

The moon outside the window moved from the east to the west, the stars were scattered sparsely in the sky, and even the chirping of insects had stopped.

Only the pair of dragon and phoenix wedding candles stubbornly burned, their flames flickering and casting indistinct shadows on the curtains.

It wasn't until the third watchman's clapper sounded and the distant, drawn-out shouts of the night watchman reached her that Dongkui, half-asleep, nudged Qingfeng's shoulder, her voice hoarse and barely audible: "Husband... it's time to rest..."

I can't take it anymore...

Her back looked like it was about to break.

Qingfeng has amazing stamina!

Qingfeng mumbled an "okay" in response, but tightened his grip on her arm, resting his chin on the top of her head, his breathing gradually becoming even and long.

Dongkui nestled in his arms, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and sighed inwardly: So this is what love between a man and a woman is like.

"My wife, you've had a hard night!"

"My wife, there's something I want to tell you."

Qingfeng thought that now that the two of them had become husband and wife, they could no longer keep secrets.

Dongkui hummed in agreement. "Husband, please speak."

"After my young master has fully recovered, we will head to the north."

What are you going to the North for?

Are you going to the place where the Prime Minister and the others were exiled?

Dongkui looked up in surprise at Qingfeng.

"You could say that, but our main objective is to escort the Northern King to his fiefdom."

"Will you come with me, or will you stay with Peach Girl?"

Qingfeng asked, though he didn't really want the two of them to separate.

However, going to the north, I'm afraid I won't be able to return anytime soon.

Dongkui was in a dilemma. She didn't want to be separated from her sister Tao'er, but she also didn't want to be separated from her husband.

So she asked, "Husband, can you not go?"

Qingfeng shook his head. "No, I won't lie to you. Young Master Shi is actually a member of the Xiao family, and I also grew up in the Xiao family."

The old master of the Xiao family is both my family's benefactor and our master.

Therefore, following and protecting the Seventh Prince is my mission.

I'm sorry, my wife.

Dongkui was taken aback, then realized, "You mean Seventh Brother Shi is from the Xiao family? Could he be the Fifth Son of the Xiao family...?"

Based on his age, it can only be Xiao Yi, the war god of the Xiao family who died three years ago.

Qingfeng nodded and continued, "Yes, and that young master Chen who has amnesia is no ordinary person either. He was the former crown prince and is now His Highness the Prince of the North."

Dongkui was even more shocked. No wonder she always felt something was wrong after Young Master Chen regained his memories.

Although she wasn't particularly clever, she realized that Xiao Yi's actions weren't just about protecting his master on his journey north.

"My lord, I need to think about it. Please allow me to consider it."

Dongkui hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Okay, there's still time, take your time to think it over."

It's getting late, let's go to sleep!

A gentle breeze caressed Dongkui's flushed cheeks.

"Um……"

Dongkui snuggled closer to Qingfeng, nodded, and closed her eyes to sleep.

Qingfeng also closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.