White Moon Light’s Exclusive Alpha

On the wedding day, Luo Xing put on a complicated wedding dress that she couldn't even wear herself, covered with a red hijab, and was surrounded by a sedan chair.

According to traditional customs, the person who gets on the sedan chair should be Dikun.

If Tian Ling married a son of an aristocratic family, she would definitely not allow her to do this.

But Luo Xing didn't care. Although her vision was blocked, her excellent hearing was enough to make her understand where she was.

When the sedan chair stopped, she was supported by someone, and she walked across the gorgeous stairs of the palace to a person.

Her hand was held, and that hand was still soft, with the smoothness of a pampered life.

Luo Xing covered his head and his face became hot, but he recalled what happened in Qingquan Palace yesterday.

Tian Ling smiled and kissed the corner of her eye, "Why are you still crying? I'm so gentle."

Luo Xing couldn't describe the feeling that was scary and unforgettable, as if the whole person would not think about anything, and could only respond to the actions of another person.

She only knew that she was looking forward to this wedding and the things that followed.

There was no complicated process as she imagined, Tian Ling led her to a bed.

From the angle of the falling star, you can only see the bright yellow bedside, but you can't see anyone lying on the bed.

"Father," she heard Tian Ling say, "I'll bring the concubine to show you."

Lying on the bed, is His Majesty the Emperor?

Luo Xing heard Tian Ling continue, "I know you must really want to see her, don't worry, I have everything ready, we will be fine."

Luo Xing was very moved, and Tian Ling took her to see his father because he regarded her as his own.

This feeling of being recognized as family has never been seen since the death of my adoptive mother.

Luo Xing has always felt like an unlikable person. He was from a bad background, dull and boring, and seemed to be nothing but martial arts.

But in this way, she was chosen by Tianling and became the woman's lover.

How fortunate this is, even if it is dead, it is not an exaggeration.

In the wedding room where the candles flickered, the falling star was held by the woman, sitting on the soft red bed, and the hijab on her head was taken off at will.

She saw that Tianling was wearing a slightly simpler wedding dress than her own, with a bright red belt that outlined her thin waist. The woman poured her a glass of wine at will, and handed it over, "Isn't it bad..."

Luo Xing shook his head cautiously, took the wine glass, and took a sip.

Tian Ling smiled, "Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?"

Luo Xing was a little embarrassed and aggrieved, "The clothes are too tight, I'm afraid that too much movement will break it."

Tian Ling sneered, sat down beside her, and teased her while unbuttoning her clothes, "That's really wronging the little general."

Those buttons that were so complicated that Luo Xing's scalp was numb at a glance, reached Tian Ling's fingers, but they were untied in the blink of an eye.

Luo Xing looked at the face of the woman who was conscientiously helping him undress, only to feel that all the enthusiasm in his heart was born in his mouth at this moment.

"I'll be nice to you," she said stiffly but firmly.

Tian Ling, who was unbuttoning the last button of his inner shirt, glanced at her lightly when he heard the words.

Luo Xing couldn't fully distinguish the complex emotions in those eyes, but she could see that there was no moving element.

Luo Xing felt that his sincerity had not been conveyed, and he repeated it seriously, "I will definitely treat you well..."

Before he finished speaking this time, he was blocked by the woman's soft palm.

"Then let me see how you do it..." Tian Ling picked up a small box from the bedside, opened it, and inside was an iron mask that could cover the lower half of his face.

The person wearing it, although still able to talk, probably can't open his mouth to bite anything.

The woman's tone was cold, "As the only heir of the Tian family, I can't form a contract with anyone, and I still can't believe your self-control."

Luo Xing picked up the mask and put it on his face slowly and firmly.

"Then until you believe me."

A satisfied smile appeared on Tian Ling's face, and he gently pushed her onto the bed, his soft lips covering the girl's forehead.

"You can do anything except make a contract."

Luo Xing finally got his wish and caressed the fringe on the woman's belt, and the touch there was indeed as smooth and delicate as she thought.

But it was far less fascinated by the woman's soft waist. Luo Xing's very rough hands, sharpened by weapons and heavy labor, reached into the loose belt and folded the woman's delicate skin.

She could clearly hear Tian Ling's breathing split by her movements.

Also from this comprehend the infinite interest.

It turns out that it is not only comfortable to be comforted, to comfort others, to see her frown, to hear her cry softly, to see her like a bird hit by the wind and rain with nowhere to go, falling into his arms wet and shivering , but can only rely on yourself, it is more comfortable.

Especially the one in her arms, the phoenix that stands aloof.

She used to always have the absent-minded expression unique to high-ranking people, but she was slowly shattered by the falling stars, revealing her hot inside.

Those deep lake-like eyes were full of tears at the moment, wanting the warm sun to shine on the lake that the breeze caressed, making people want to indulge in them and never want to come out again.

The incense of the two men entangled in the air, and Luo Xing felt the heat and excitement he had never felt before.

She easily suppressed Tianling, and realized all those wicked fantasies.

And Tianling, as he said, guided her and indulged her.

The red tent swayed, and a good night's sleep.

The next day, Luo Xing woke up early, and her sleep had not completely separated from the army's routine.

She turned slightly and looked at Tian Ling, who was sleeping in her arms, with a happy smile on the corner of her mouth.

From today, she has another home, a wife, and maybe a child in the future.

She looked at the woman's indifference and indifference to leave a beautiful face in her sleep, and she felt infinite love and protection in her heart.

She was extremely sure that she could die for Tianling now.

On the day of the big wedding, the court rested for one day. On the second day, Luo Xing watched Tian Ling put on court clothes under the service of the palace servants, and said with some worry, "Your body..."

The woman glanced at her lightly, "When I told you to slow down last night, why didn't you worry about my body?"

Luo Xing's face flushed red, and he murmured, "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back."

She was so bad, Ming Ling had already cried and begged her, but she still didn't stop.

Tian Ling put on his court clothes, clapped his hands, and two palace servants walked in carrying a human-shaped shelf covered with red cloth.

Luo Xing watched them put the shelf on the ground with difficulty, and then withdrew obediently. He couldn't help but wonder, "This is?"

Tian Ling raised her chin and motioned for her to open it for a look. Luoxing stepped forward and pulled the red cloth away.

Inside is a full set of golden armor, which looks indestructible and exquisite workmanship.

Luo Xing has never seen such a good armor in his life, even the black gold armor of their generals, compared to this, it pales in comparison.

"The dowry..." Tian Ling spat out two words, stepped forward, and stroked the smooth and cold body of the armor lightly with his fingers. He seemed very satisfied with its workmanship. He turned to Luo Xing and said, "Put it on and see."

"Oh, oh." Luo Xing was urged by the woman to change into the gold armor before she could recover from the emotion. She could still wear it.

Although this golden armor was sturdy, it did not affect his movements at all. Luo Xing stood up straight and looked straight at Tian Ling as if he wanted to be trained in the military camp.

Like a praising kid.

Tian Ling smiled lightly, and stepped forward to help her straighten her collar, which was a little messy because she was wearing the armor in a hurry, "Relax a little, are you going to stick to the hall like this for a while?"

"Am I going too?" Luo Xing looked at Tian Ling's lips, sniffed the smell on her body, and asked in a trance.

"You are my wife, naturally you want to accompany me, don't you?"

In the solemn and majestic hall, the civil and military officials standing with their heads bowed, Luo Xing sat beside Tian Ling, a little novel and a little nervous.

"The first thing I want to talk about today is what I mentioned a few days ago, the appointment and dismissal of the general, the old general Huang is indeed old, and it is time to return to his hometown to retire.

But your proposed successor, Tetsuya, has already been put to death. This palace wants to appoint Luo Xing as the new general, what do you think? "

"Think again, Your Highness!" Someone immediately objected, "Although Luo Xing is your concubine, but she comes from a mediocre background and has no military exploits, how can she convince the public?"

"Oh, the concubine of this palace is also considered to be of ordinary background? Could it be that only the children from your family are considered noble."

Tian Ling's voice was calm, but there was a hint of murderous intent.

"This, the minister dare not!" The minister immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

Tian Ling said lightly, "As for the merits of the war, what Aiqing said is reasonable. Although Luo Xing killed hundreds of enemy soldiers for our dynasty, he still has no experience in leading troops.

That being the case, the position of the general will be temporarily vacant, and Luo Xing will be appointed as the general of the cavalry. "

After he finished speaking, he stopped listening to the words of the ministers below, and turned his head to look at Luo Xing, "What do you think?"

If Luo Xing got such a big official for no reason, she might not accept it.

After all, she wasn't sure if she could lead the troops, and it was not a good thing to have people follow her to die in vain.

But now, looking into the woman's eyes, Luo Xing is willing to grant all her requests.

"Chen Xie, Your Highness, I would like to destroy the enemies and bandits for my dynasty, and praise my great Zhong Guowei!"

When Mu Xue came out of the bath, she saw Tang Xiaoyang sitting on the head of the bed with his legs folded, staring at the wall with nothing in the distance.

Mu Xue stepped forward and rubbed the girl's thick and soft hair, and said warmly, "What are you thinking about?"

Tang Xiaoyang regained his senses and rubbed the woman's palm obediently, "I'm thinking how sad Luo Xing will be when he finds out the truth."

Mu Xue shook her head gently, half-kneeled on the bed, looking into the girl's hesitant and thoughtful eyes, "Don't be immersed in the role all the time, it's very dangerous."

Tang Xiaoyang nodded, "I know, but I can't help but think about it..."

I think if Tianling likes Falling Stars because she is the best tool to use...

Then why does Mu Xue like herself?

Tang Xiaoyang felt that he was not a popular person, at least compared to Mu Xuebi.

Even if she kept trying to get closer to Mu Xue, it wouldn't change the fact that she was still far away.

Tang Yizi also likes Mu Xue, Le Wuyou also likes Mu Xue, why doesn't Mu Xue like them?

Tang Xiaoyang in the past felt fortunate, but now Tang Xiaoyang felt terrified.

Because losing Mu Xue was an unimaginable nightmare for her.

And Mu Xue, like Tian Ling, is not allowed to mark.

Tang Xiaoyang used to understand, but now he cares more and more.

That icy iron mask seemed to fall into her heart as well.

Those inferiority complexes that disappeared without a trace because of Mu Xue's love, reappeared through the gap between Tang Xiaoyang and Luo Xing.

Tang Xiaoyang couldn't control himself not to think.

His chin was suddenly pinched, and Tang Xiaoyang met the woman's light gray eyes with complicated emotions.

Mu Xue sighed softly and kissed the girl's lips.

Tang Xiaoyang's hand was dragged into the bathrobe by the woman.

Her body was radiant with the moisture and warmth that she had just bathed in.

Tang Xiaoyang narrowed his eyes in fascination, and finally felt a trace of peace of mind.

When noticing that Tang Xiaoyang would be involved in the play, Mu Xue once considered whether to temporarily put Qingcheng on hold.

But firstly, Qingcheng's preparations had been completed most of the time, and secondly, Mu Xue believed in Tang Xiaoyang's feelings for her.

Mu Xue gently stroked the girl's flexible back, her expression was gentle, but she was a little confused.

Now it seems that he is probably too conceited.

The author has something to say: Sheep, do you smell the crematorium?

2. Although there are many restricted scenes in "Allure" from my description, it is actually a drama, but the script can't be written too long, so I still write what everyone likes to watch.

Again ps: I sorted out two copywritings yesterday, one is "Her Rose".

Because I don't want to write about the entertainment industry for the time being after writing "White Moonlight", so I modified some settings.

However, the theme has not changed. I feel it is okay. You can take a look. Comments are welcome.

Another ps: The other article is temporarily called "After Saving the Slag Ex", the ancient text of rebirth, roses are pure cookies, this is a real drama, both should be published this year, and roses should be written first.

Finally: I found out after writing that, roses can be used as a meal replacement for Ah Nian's hometown, and Shiqian can be used as a meal replacement for Qingcheng, ahem, thank you for listening to what I have said so much, and if there is a comment, I will thank you even more.