In the new house, the candles are shining, and the bride sits on the arhat bed with a red gauze tent, with a red Xipa on her head, and sits straight, dignified and elegant.

The door creaked, Han Zhi pushed the door in, and when the maid who accompanied the marriage saw it, she bowed her knees and retreated silently.

The door was closed, and Han Zhi stood there looking at the bride obsessively, and he was so timid that he forgot how to lift his legs.

This is the woman he has always dreamed of, and I wonder if her heart is as happy as he is at this time?

It must be inferior to him, right?

Han Zhi remembered the countless nights of tossing and turning, and the waist that was faintly aching on rainy days so far.

That fall from the horse, in order to hide from his grandfather and father, he didn't dare to keep his hand, so it was a real bitter trick.

However, in the end, it is worth it today.

Han Zhi finally lifted his legs, walked to the bed step by step, took a secret breath, picked up the scale rod and picked up Xipa.

It is said that the wedding day is the most beautiful time for a woman, and Cheng Yao is no exception.

Under the reflection of the wedding candle, I saw that her eyebrows were slender, her lips were delicate, and her originally beautiful eyebrows and eyes were more beautiful under the makeup of fat powder, which was even more provocative.

Han Zhi looked at it fixedly, and couldn't help but say, "Cousin Yao, you are so beautiful today." ”

If you only talk about beauty, Cousin Yao will not lose to Cousin Wei today.

This thought flickered through Han Zhi's mind, and then he laughed dumbly.

What's wrong with him, how can he compare Cousin Yao with Cousin Wei. They were originally very different women, and Cousin Yao never fell in love with his looks.

Cheng Yao raised her eyes and smiled gently: "Shizi, let's call me Xiao'er in the future." ”

Han Zhi sat down beside her and reached out to hold her hand: "Okay, I'll call you Xiao'er in the future." It's just that. Shouldn't you also call me husband, not the son? ”

Cheng Yao glanced at him with disgust, and pointed at the Xi table with his slender fingers: "I haven't drunk a glass of wine yet, how can I call it...... Husband. ”

Han Zhi's heart fluttered, and he pulled Cheng Yao to the wedding table, and the two sat opposite each other.

Hold the flask and fill it with two glasses. Han Zhi picked up a cup and handed it to Cheng Yao: "Xiao'er." Drink this cup, and we will be husband and wife from now on. In the future, I will treat you well and unswervingly. ”

Cheng Yao took the wine glass. He said softly: "Cousin Zhi, I never thought that we could have today." ”

The two glasses are connected by streamers, and each person holds a glass. Naturally, they can't be too far apart, and they can smell each other.

Cheng Yao smelled the strong smell of wine coming from the other party. I knew that Han Zhi had already drunk a lot outside, and his heart was more stable at the moment.

The two raised their glasses, drank half a glass each, and then crossed their arms. Feed the remaining half to the other person to drink, and that's it.

Under the swaying of the candle, the bride's face is like a flower, and the groom has already been in a mood. Hold Cheng Yao's hand and say, "Xiao'er, let's rest early." ”

Cheng Yao sat there. Untouched.

Han Zhi couldn't help but be stunned: "Xiao'er, why are you crying?" ”

Cheng Yao lowered her eyes and let the tears roll down silently: "I was just thinking about how good it would be if I could marry you openly as Cheng Yao, instead of living a lifetime under this unwarranted name." ”

Han Zhi felt great pity when he heard this, raised his hand to wipe away Cheng Yao's tears, and comforted him softly: "Don't cry, your name is just a title." In my heart, as long as that person is you, that's enough. ”

Cheng Yao burst into tears and smiled: "Cousin Zhi, you are so good to me." ”

The sound of "stop cousin" made the tenderness in Han Zhi's eyes even worse, and it was almost overflowing.

Cheng Yao got up, walked to the table, and picked up a small wine jar and returned.

"It's—"

Cheng Yao handed the red silk sealed wine jar to Han Zhi to see: "This is my daughter Hong, when I was a child, I buried it under the osmanthus tree in the yard with my own hands. ”

Cheng Yao's eyes were confused, as if she had fallen into a memory, and her voice was as light as smoke: "At that time, I was just sensible, and I heard that my family gave birth to a daughter, and when she was full moon, my mother would bury several jars of daughter red with her own hands, and only take it out for a banquet when she got married." It's just that I came from a humble background, and I didn't have this blessing, and I couldn't help but have extravagant hopes, so I quietly buried this small altar. It is not enough to take it out today for a feast, but if you can drink with me, you will be satisfied. ”

After she finished speaking, she opened the wine jar, and the rich aroma of wine wafted out.

Han Zhi had already drunk a lot of toasting outside, and at this moment he was conscious but had a little bit of alcohol, he couldn't help but take a breath when he smelled the aroma of the wine, and after listening to Cheng Yao's words, he felt even more pity in his heart, where could he refuse, and went straight to the wine jar and poured the wine glass.

A few glasses of wine in his stomach, how the wine was drunk later, Han Zhi couldn't remember it very clearly, Cheng Yao saw that it was almost there, and helped him to walk towards the Luohan bed.

After some loose clothes were untied, both of them fell on the new bed, and the red gauze tent fell.

One night the hibiscus tent is warm, the acacia flowers are blooming, and when you open your eyes again, the sky is already bright.

"Xiao'er, I-" Han Zhi sat up, a little dazed.

Cheng Yao bowed her head shyly: "Husband, it's time to clean up and go to serve tea to the elders." ”

Han Zhi's gaze fell uncontrollably on the white silk on the big red mattress.

A touch of dark red instantly made his face slightly hot, and his eyes looked at Cheng Yao more gently: "Xiao'er, you...... Are you alright? I'm sorry, I drank a little too much yesterday, I don't know if it hurt you......"

The more Han Zhi said, the more annoyed he became.

Why was he drunk, and his impression of the candle night was only vaguely ** eroded bones, but he forgot the specific experience.

"I'm fine...... Shizi, let's go quickly, it's not good to go late. Cheng Yao smiled shyly, and the big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

In the hall, all the masters of the Weiguo Mansion arrived, and everyone watched a couple of newcomers toasting tea.

"Grandpa and grandmother for tea."

Old Madam Duan took a sip of the teacup and put it down casually, and said lightly: "Since she is already the daughter-in-law of the Guogong Mansion, she must be dignified and self-reliant from now on, be filial to her elders with the son, and love her younger sisters, sons and nephews, can you remember?" ”

Cheng Yao's heart jumped.

The old lady's words always sound wrong.

She quickly raised her eyes and glanced at Old Madam Duan, but she couldn't see the clue from her expression, so she had to give up and respond respectfully.

Old Madam Duan gave Cheng Yao a jade bracelet,

Cheng Yao took it, and her heart was quite uncomfortable.

This jade bracelet is very good, of course, it is worth a lot of money, but as the wife of the prince and the eldest grandson of the Guogong Mansion, this meeting gift is obviously a little light.

Han sat not far from Old Madam Duan, raising her eyebrows and sneering.

Do you think the meeting gift is light?

Hehe, I thought she was the second lady of Huairenbo's Mansion, thinking that the ugliness of the family should not be publicized?

Cheng Xiuwen and the maid gave birth to a species, and did unmarried fornication, what is the ****?

Han glanced at Old Madam Duan and Tao, pursed his lips and smiled.

She is kind enough, taking care of her sister-in-law's face, she only talks to her mother and sister-in-law, and the second sister-in-law and the third brother and sister don't know it.

"Invite my father and mother to tea."

Wei Guogong took the teacup and drank it and gave a greeting gift, while Tao stared at the respectful bride for a long time and did not serve tea. (To be continued.) )

ps: Plus more thanks to the 100-year-old children's shoes a few days ago for rewarding and Shibi.