The sedan chair slowly walked to the vermilion gate.

The nurse stretched out her hand and signaled that it was time for Xin Muyuan to get out of the car.

This time, she didn't forget to put on the veil.

Qing He sneered.

Some people just have to be beaten to know what they can and can't do.

Walk the flower bridge, cross the brazier, break through the love barrier, worship heaven and earth......

It's getting closer and closer to the main hall......

The maids brought basins of water, one on the left and one on the right, standing beside them.

Xin Muyuan didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands obediently, took the handkerchief handed over by the maid and wiped his hands clean, and was ready to kowtow to the sky.

But who would have thought that the maids withdrew after taking the basin of water, and the nurse raised her voice: "The newcomer toasts tea!" ”

"Tea ceremony?" Xin Muyuan was stunned, stunned in place, raised his hands, and lowered his eyes to look at his hands through the vacant place of the hijab.

What about washing hands in a golden basin?

As early as when she worshipped heaven and earth, she wanted to ask, isn't it true that she can worship heaven and earth after washing her hands in a golden basin? Why didn't anyone tell her to wash her hands?

Confused, she asked the nurse when she would wash her hands, and the nurse was also stunned, and said, "Wash your hands after worshipping heaven and earth!" Isn't the girl in a hurry? ”

There was fear in her tone, but at the same time a hint of sarcasm.

Not only her, but even Xie Zhan, who was holding the red silk with him, couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

She was still angry at the time, why did Xie Zhan laugh at herself with the nurse? Could it be that his position in his heart is always not worthy of a nurse?

Not to mention how much say this nurse has in the Protector's Mansion, Xie Zhan was brought up by the Duchess of Protectorate, but it was just because sometimes the Protector's Duchess didn't have enough milk and was not busy enough, so she found someone who looked good to be Xie Zhan's nurse.

Now, she seemed to understand why Xie Zhan let out that chuckle.

The face under the red hijab has ripened into persimmons, fortunately, fortunately......

This thing that made her feel disgusted had become something she liked and was happy about.

After the tea, Xin Muyuan is the young master of the Protector Mansion, the wife of Xie Zhan, and the wife of the Prince of the Protectorate.

Li Shirui took Xin Muyuan's tea, took a sip, took off the bracelet on her wrist and buckled it on Xin Muyuan's wrist, and all the maids and servants in the house knelt down and shouted: "See the prince, Mrs. the prince." ”

In Xin Muyuan's shocked gaze, Li Shirui patted the back of Xin Muyuan's hand and said softly: "Child, in the future, you will be the wife of the prince of our Protector's Mansion, and the wife of my Zhan'er Ming Media, in the future, treat this place as your own home, and I will treat you like my own daughter." ”

"Okay, thank you, madam......" Xin Muyuan muttered quietly.

For some reason, looking at Li Shirui's loving appearance, Xin Muyuan's heart was uncomfortable. Even when she first married into the Protectorate Mansion, she was not so nervous and uncomfortable.

But think about it, when she first married into the Protectorate Mansion, she didn't have such a grand ceremony.

After the ceremony, Xin Muyuan was supported by the maid and sent into Xie Zhan's carefully prepared new house, while Xie Zhan, as the groom, needed to deal with today's visitors outside and could not return later.

Qing He sneaked into the room, and was so shocked that he couldn't even move his legs.

"My god, Prince Zhan is really determined to marry you." Qing He looked at it step by step, and couldn't wait to see the details in the cracks clearly.

The decoration of the whole room is all in Xin Muyuan's favorite style, and the cushions and other items are also what he asked for from the emperor.

It is not so much the Protector's Mansion as the renovated Qinxin Garden.

Not only that, but in some blank places, Xie Zhan also added a lot of good-looking gadgets, and these gadgets happened to be Xin Muyuan's favorite things.

On the bed where Xin Muyuan was sitting, there was a delicate little bed sweep, and the maid said that the prince was worried that his wife would not be able to tolerate the farts of red dates, peanuts, and longan. stocks, so specially prepared a bed sweep, so that the lady can sweep away these messy things when she sits down.

Qing He tilted his head and looked at it, and found that Xin Muyuan didn't move those things, and the surprise in his eyes gradually surpassed that when he saw this room.

She looked at Xin Muyuan's fart. Below, he looked at Xin Muyuan, his expression was complicated, and he asked, "Master, are you ...... I don't know it...... Is it uncomfortable? ”

"I don't think so." Xin Muyuan straightened his body, the red hijab had not yet been lifted, but he could also feel the smile on his face, "Okay, go out quickly." ”

Qinghe: Is the point of "......" heavy color and light friends a little too vividly expressed in Xin Muyuan's body?

Forget it, for the sake of her happy day, forgive her.

Qinghe shrugged, waved at her, and left.

Before leaving, her gaze swept thoughtfully over where Xin Muyuan was sitting, revealing a meaningful smile.

In the past, what Xin Muyuan hated the most was what longan dates.

Qinghe had talked to her about related issues, and Xin Muyuan at that time snorted disdainfully and said with a smile: "I think you are joking." ”

In her opinion, sitting motionless on a bed covered with longan, dates, and peanuts is simply finding guilt for herself, isn't it good to lie on a soft and gentle sofa?

He also said that he would never do such a stupid thing to make trouble for himself.

But now, what is she doing?

Ahh ”

But now, the person who said this enjoyed the pleasure of boredom and superstition, and pinned some of her hopes on it.

Women, what a fickle animal.

A man's face suddenly appeared in Qing He's mind.

Once, this man sat under the moon and drank alone, sneering and sighing at the warmth and coldness of the world, sad that he may no longer have the ability to love people in this life.

But now, he took another woman's hand, took her across the flower bridge that he had never walked before, and secretly promised that when he had a spare time, he would take her to a remote place to hold a grand civil wedding.

Qinghe walked out of the third courtyard, the spring breeze warmed up, the delicate branches and buds drilled out of their small heads, and the withered grass everywhere was green when it was far away.

The colorful little flowers hold their heads, smaller than their little fingernails, and are more distressing and adorable than the women in the art workshop.

Qinghe found a tree to lean on and took the wine gourd from his waist.

Since when did Qinghe, who doesn't like to drink, also become inseparable from this wine gourd around his waist, and he feels uncomfortable when he can't touch it in one sip.

Women, indeed, are the most fickle animals.

Qing He shook his head and took a sip of wine.

Suddenly, the surrounding grass made a rustling sound.