The playboy county magistrate

Li Xuanzhi had no idea what the other women were thinking. At that moment, only one thought occupied his mind—

When will you go to the bridal chamber?

If it weren't for the fact that the Great Yong Dynasty was very concerned about the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children, and if it weren't for the fact that they didn't want illegitimate sons to be born before legitimate sons, how could Li Xuanzhi have endured until now?

Gu Pan'er and Liu Yunrou are both young and beautiful women.

As the saying goes, every medicine has some degree of toxicity, and things like contraceptive soup are too harmful to the body.

In order to prevent the beauties in the inner quarters from suffering tragic fates, Li Xuanzhi could only keep the two girls in the inner quarters and dared not favor them at all.

Now that I have a wife, I can finally have some fun!

Li Xuanzhi thought he had concealed himself very well, but most of the people who came to congratulate and celebrate him had come from this stage.

"Just give a perfunctory toast; don't leave the bride waiting anxiously in the bridal chamber alone. The night is long, so make the most of your time."

Li Xuanzhi considered himself to be thick-skinned, but even he couldn't help but blush when teased like this.

"Go on, cousin, we older cousins ​​are here to help you. It's just drinking, right? A few of us can drink everyone in this yard under the table!"

Li Xuanzhi finally understood why ancient wedding ceremonies were all held at dusk.

After the wedding ceremony, you walk around with a wine glass in your hand, and then it gets dark.

It's dark now, a perfect time to close the door and get some activities!

Li Xuanzhi didn't stand on ceremony and turned to leave, moving incredibly fast.

Just as Li Xuanzhi stepped into the bridal chamber, the heavy vermilion door was gently closed by the maid who had left.

The sound of the door closing was faint and quiet, just enough to block out the congratulatory laughter that filled the front yard.

Only this bridal chamber, covered in red brocade, remains, filled with a gentle and warm atmosphere.

Inside the room, only a pair of dragon and phoenix wedding candles stood quietly on either side of the dressing table. The flickering candlelight cast a hazy glow on the red silk curtains and tassels that filled the room.

Layers of light and shadow fell on the red carpet on the ground, on the low-hanging wedding curtains, and on the two people in the room.

The air was filled with a faint scent of agarwood, mixed with the sweet aroma of citrus fruit.

It lingers in your breath, inexplicably warming your heart, even making your fingertips feel warm.

Pei Qingyuan kept her head bowed, the bright red veil covering her head completely. The intricate tassels of her wedding robe hung down her shoulders, swaying gently with her soft breaths. Fragments of light and shadow fell on the fabric, creating a captivating interplay of light and shadow.

She remained dignified and proper throughout, but now, alone in the room with no one watching, her tense back quietly relaxed.

Her shoulders slumped slightly, and her fingertips, hidden in her sleeves, curled up gently, gripping the soft brocade tightly.

The shyness was real, and so was the sense of security.

With the gaze of a hall full of guests gone and the clamor of music and celebrations quieter, she could clearly hear her own heartbeat quickening, becoming ever more distinct.

Li Xuanzhi stood quietly to his side, not in a hurry to make the next move.

He lowered his eyes to look at the veil hanging in front of him, his gaze gentle. With a careful and cherished look, the impatience of before was gone, as if he were afraid of offending the beauty.

He stood quietly for a moment before slowly raising his hand.

The fingertips were long and clean, while the fingertips bore thin calluses from holding a pen.

He raised his hand very slowly, as if afraid of disturbing the shy girl in front of him.

My fingertips gently touched the plain gauze at the edge of the veil; the fabric was thin and soft, and it floated slightly at the touch.

Instead of hastily lifting the lid, it was slowly lifted upwards following the candlelight.

The red veil slipped from his fingertips and spread across the red carpet.

With all concealment removed, the girl's face was finally clearly revealed under the candlelight.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like autumn waters concealing stars. Her face was lightly powdered, and her lips were a natural, warm, pale red. Neither gaudy nor vulgar, just right.

Pei Qingyuan subconsciously raised her eyes slightly, her gaze meeting his directly.

The candlelight reflected in her clear eyes, creating shimmering patterns. The corners of her eyes were slightly tinged with a light red, making her look gentle and captivating.

She had thought that on their wedding night, he might display a certain adult sharpness.

But looking into his eyes now, all I see is tenderness and restraint, clear and sincere.

The moment their eyes met, both of them fell silent.

The candlelight flickered gently, casting shadows that danced slowly across their faces. Even the air seemed to slow down, its tenderness almost lingering.

"Yuan'er".

Li Xuanzhi spoke in a low voice, which was a few degrees deeper and hoarser than usual.

Shedding her usual courteous gentleness, she gained a touch of captivating magnetism unique to solitude. Gently settling into the quiet room, it was exceptionally alluring.

Pei Qingyuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, delicate and soft.

She didn't avoid his gaze, but the tips of her ears turned a subtle red. Following the warm candlelight, she nodded gently, her voice as soft as a whisper: "Husband...husband."

Her soft voice touched Li Xuanzhi's heart, gently rippling outwards with warmth.

This is his title, reserved exclusively for him.

Li Xuanzhi leaned down slightly, closing the distance a little. His gaze carefully traced her features, from her slightly furrowed brows to her pale red lips.

"You must be exhausted today?" he asked softly, his breath cool and gentle. He lightly brushed her hair across her forehead, the subtle touch making Pei Qingyuan's heart flutter slightly.

She gently shook her head, her hair moving slightly with the movement, and responded softly.

"I'm not tired at all; in fact, I'm quite happy."

Looking at the pure smile in her eyes, Li Xuanzhi felt his heart soften completely.

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently and slowly brushing a stray strand of hair from her temple, his movements so tender as if afraid of disturbing her with too much force.

The moment her fingertips brushed against his earlobe, the warm touch was distinct and clear. Pei Qingyuan's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, then slowly relaxed. Her shoulders slumped slightly, allowing him to treat her gently.

Li Xuanzhi noticed every subtle reaction, and his smile deepened.

"From now on, you don't need to be so reserved." He spoke softly, each word gentle. "This is your home, and I am your husband. In my presence, you can be as you please."

Pei Qingyuan looked up at him, the candlelight illuminating her clear eyes, in which his figure was clearly reflected.

"I know," she replied softly, her tone firm and gentle. "I trust my husband."

The candlelight crackled again, the soft sounds echoing in the empty room, only adding to the room's ambiguous atmosphere.

Li Xuanzhi reached out and gently took her hand, which was hanging by her side.

Her hands were slender and soft, her palms were warm, and her fingertips were delicate and fair.

His palms were large and warm, carrying a steady strength. He gently enveloped her hand with a tender touch.

Pei Qingyuan's breath hitched slightly, and her shyness deepened. Without the slightest hesitation, she obediently let him hold her hand. Her fingertips moved slightly, quietly pressing against his palm.

The moment their palms touched, their temperatures mingled. The warmth slowly spread from their fingertips, climbing all the way to their hearts, making their very souls tremble.

Feeling her subtle response, Li Xuanzhi felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He leaned closer, their bodies becoming increasingly intimate, their breaths mingling, warm and tender.

"Qingyuan," he said, gazing at her reddened eyes, his gaze deepening slightly. His fingertips lightly brushed against the corner of her soft lips, a delicate and tender gesture.

The candlelight flickered, casting a hazy, dreamlike glow.

A gentle evening breeze blew outside the window, causing the bells under the eaves to tinkle.

Inside the room, the intertwined figures of the two were reflected on the brocade curtains, entwined and inseparable.