The princess is going to move to the east room..."

The little slave's words made Zhang Xiang's eyes widen: "The princess moved to the east room?" So where do I live? ”

"Don't move, don't you move! Still living in the east room. ”

"The princess wants to live with me?"

"That's right!"

Seeing that Zhang Xiang was still unable to ease his mind, the little slave chattered on the side: "Donny, the princess is finally willing to live with you, the slave and maid have long hoped that you can live together, the concubine and the princess are so kind (ài), why do you want to live separately?" It's a husband and wife, what's wrong with living together? The slave maid also asked the princess before, but the princess said that this is the royal rule, this is when you come to Pingzhou, you can live together in the same mansion, if you are in Bianjing, the princess still lives in the princess's mansion, and the concubine still lives in the concubine's mansion, and the princess also said that if the princess does not (yǔn) Xu, the concubine can not go to visit the princess..."

"What a rule! are all husband and wife, they have to share honor and disgrace, regardless of each other, otherwise why would they get married... Bridegroom... You say..."

"Little slave." The little slave was about to speak, but Zhang Xiang interrupted her: "Little slave, this royal rule should not be discussed..."

The little slave also came back to his senses, was startled, did not dare to speak again, and carefully stuck out his tongue.

Zhang Xiang asked, "What about the princess?" ”

"In the West Room!" The little slave pointed.

Then Zhang Xiang walked to the west room.

When he came to the west room, the family members who came and went were still carrying things, and Zhang Xiang walked in and saw Zhao Hanyan carefully packing some valuables.

Hearing the maid signaling to the side, Zhao Hanyan turned around, and after seeing Zhang Xiang, she smiled.

"Why did the princess suddenly move to the east room?" Zhang Xiang came to her.

Zhao Hanyan rolled a painting: "Isn't the horse willing to let Gao Ping go over to live?" ”

"Of course not... It's just—" Zhang Xiang hesitated.

Zhao Hanyan interrupted him: "The sunshine in this west room is not better than that in the east room, and in summer, it is not breathable, the weather is it, and it will be boring if you live here. ”

This excuse...?

Why didn't Zhang Xiang believe it so much!

Last summer, throughout May, June, July and August, Zhao Hanyan lived here, why didn't he say such a thing?

Then I heard Zhao Hanyan say: "Moreover, there are many more maids in the house now, and the guest rooms in the other courtyard where the maids live are crowded, and it is really a bit of a waste for Gao Ping to live in such a big place alone, and the horse lives in a place as big as the east room, isn't it also (tǐng) wasteful?" So Gao Ping thought that if he lived with the horse, he would be able to vacate the west room, so that the west room could be made into many guest rooms, and the maids could live more spacious, what did the horse think? ”

Well... This is barely acceptable.

Zhang Xiang helped her roll the final picture and tie it up, at this moment, no matter how stupid he was, he understood what Zhao Hanyan meant.

Immediately, he gave her a step and said humorously: "The princess has a heart, and Mingheng has indeed found that the place where the maids live has become more crowded, and after the west room is vacated, they don't have to be so crowded." ”

"Yes! The colt also found out, right? Zhao Hanyan smiled slightly.

Zhang Xiang nodded heavily: "The princess decided like this, and she understands the righteousness, so Ming Heng has no choice but to let the princess be wronged and give (shēn) the east room." ”

Zhao Hanyan gave him a roll of the eyes, turned his head, and then continued to roll another painting.

Zhang Xiang hurriedly helped her again.

When night fell, most of the things in Zhao Hanyan's west room were almost moved, and the courtyard and house of Zhang Xiang's east room were basically filled with all kinds of large and small objects.

Those that can be displayed and placed in the house are also properly placed, and the remaining large objects can only be made tomorrow, and the rest of the small objects will need some time to be placed.

After dinner, Zhao Hanyan also let the subordinates who had been busy all day go to rest.

She, Zhang Xiang, and the little slave continued to sort out the small items they moved back.

Then after a while, the little slave who showed his tired face was also called back by Zhao Hanyan to rest.

In the middle of the night, only two couples were still tidying up in the entire Horse Mansion.

Zhang Xiang was also tired enough, so he sat at the desk and rested.

Not far away, Zhao Hanyan was still having a headache for the array of each small object, put it here for a while, observed it for a while, felt that it was inappropriate, and changed another place, and then felt that it was inappropriate, and changed another place.

In this way, a small thing back and forth was changed several times before she was satisfied.

While she was busy, she also asked Zhang Xiang casually:

"Pony, look at this painting, where do you think it looks good?"

"Should this sandalwood box be placed next to the couch? Well... Wouldn't that smell too strong? If you don't put it a little farther away, put it here, it's just right here, but in this case, it won't look good when you come into the house..."

"Oh, Gao Ping remembered, it seems that there is a small pear flower cabinet outside, Ming (rì) moved in and placed it here, this sandalwood box is just right here, in this case, you can also put some small objects in the cabinet..."

"This bronze mirror Gao Ping is placed next to the bronze mirror of the horse, this bronze mirror was originally a pair, it was given to Gao Ping by the mother concubine when he got married, separated for so long, and now it is finally a pair, Gao Ping has a lot of wooden combs here, for so long, I haven't paid much attention to it, if I don't tidy it up today, Gao Ping doesn't know how there are so many wooden combs, Ming (rì) will send two to the little slave..."

"This night pearl is also rewarded by the father when he got married, and it is just right to put it on the edge of the couch (chuáng), this night pearl heard that the light (tǐng) that came out of the night, and I don't know who spread the rumors, in fact, it is not bright, just a little light, but this pearl has been placed in the house for a long time, and it feels much cooler, although this light has been exaggerated, but it is finally better, if you get up at night, you don't have to feel the darkness around you..."

"Oh... The horse's cabinet was already full of clothes, but fortunately, Gao Ping asked the family to move the cabinet in the west room... It's just that the clothes of the pony are so messy, and they don't even tidy up! Let's just sort it out for the horses..."

Drinking the tea that had been cold for a long time, looking at Zhao Hanyan's (shēn) shadow walking around, listening to her whispering to herself and seemed to be whispering to him, Zhang Xiang secretly felt interesting, he didn't expect that his princess and wife would have such an interesting side.

In (rì), she is strict and solemn in the house, and when she goes out, she is also like a quiet orchid, quiet as water, fresh and noble, and does not seem to be disturbed by everything.

At this moment, her little daughter was worried, and her tangled posture was undoubted.

After a while, Zhao Hanyan finally sorted out the clothes she had moved, and then she wiped her sweat lightly when she was tired, sat on the couch and rested, gently rubbing her sore shoulders with both hands.

Zhang Xiang stood up, brought her a cup of freshly brewed tea, then walked to her side (shēn), struck her, and suddenly said, "Princess, there is only one (chuáng) couch in this room!" ”

Zhao Hanyan drank tea and said softly: "This (chuáng) couch is so big, isn't it enough for Gao Ping to share a bed with a horse?" ”

"Enough... Enough..."Zhang Xiang nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Hanyan lowered his head, gently sipping the tea in the cup, feeling the comfort coming from his shoulder, this heart (qíng) is like this quiet night, very peaceful.

Half an hour later, Zhao Hanyan, who finally couldn't stand the invasion of exhaustion, took off his embroidered shoes, lay down on the couch, and prepared to sleep.

Zhang Xiang also lay down.

She slept in the innermost part and Zhang Xiang in the outermost, and there were at least two people's (shēn) positions between the two.

Zhao Hanyan didn't dare to move out, and Zhang Xiang didn't dare to move in.

Both of them have a very strange feeling at the moment, no one dares to move, just like puppets.

"Princess, Ming Heng has more cloth here, can the princess cover it?"

"It's all right, it's wide enough to cover."

"Can you cover your feet?"

"Yes."

"Princess, do you have a strange feeling?"

"It's a little weird, why is it so weird?"

"Mingheng doesn't know, maybe it's too quiet!"

"It's very quiet, but in the west room, Gao Ping is in the west room, and it's also very quiet, why doesn't it have this strange feeling?"

"Maybe when you're alone, you don't think too much!"

"驸马, Gao Pingjin (rì) has been busy all day, (tǐng) is sleepy, but why can't he sleep?"

"It's the same with Ming Heng!"

"Don't you know how to tell stories when you were a gentleman in the academy in the past! You tell Gao Ping to listen to it, so that he may be able to sleep. ”

"Okay...... Once upon a time......"

As the oil lamps in the house dried, the light in the house dimmed.

The night pearl that had been placed on the side of Zhao Hanyan's couch before emitted a faint blue light.

Zhang Xiang's storytelling voice became quieter and quieter, and after the oil lamp burned out, his voice also disappeared.

The two are like a little couple (qíng) who are just opening their hearts, holding each other's hands in the cloth, perhaps in this way, they can bury the pounding little hearts.

This night was the first time that Zhang Xiang and Zhao Hanyan shared a bed with (chuáng) after they got married, but both of them lost some opportunities to do good deeds because they were too tired.

On the morning of March 19, Zhang Xiang got up early in the morning and practiced for a while.

He has a very good heart (qíng).

It's really good, maybe it's because I feel like life is going to start all over again.

When I returned to the house, I saw Zhao Hanyan sitting in front of the bronze mirror in a full suit, to (rì), this kind of thing (qíng) is accompanied by a maid, but Zhao Hanyan likes to do it himself when he is good.

"Good morning!"

Zhang Xiang said hello with a smile.

This is his way of greeting, and the people in the house have long been used to it.

Seeing Zhang Xiang's shadow in the bronze mirror, Zhao Hanyan put down the wooden comb in his hand, turned around, and saluted him. Then continue to sit down and comb the long hair that has not yet been combed.

Women in this era are very particular about makeup, especially princesses like Zhao Hanyan, from braiding hair to choosing headdresses, thrushes, rouge, and lip makeup, it takes a lot of time for several maids in Ping (rì) to get started at the same time.

Compared to the women of this era, the makeup time of modern women is simply a small thing.

Zhang Xiang also complained before, who will he show if he spends so long to put on makeup and doesn't go out? Especially (shēn) noble women and ladies from large families, who stay at home all day without going out, and spend so much time putting on makeup, they are simply full of food and nothing to do, makeup (pretending).

Of course, complaining is complaining, which also illustrates the fine tradition of ancient etiquette and the importance of image.

Zhang Xiang walked up to her (shēn), took the wooden comb from her hand, and combed it for her.

It's just that after combing a few times, I didn't know that some of Zhao Hanyan's combed were messed up again.

"Do colts comb their hair?" Seeing his clumsy appearance, Zhao Hanyan asked with a smile.

"Yes, you see, it's not very simple!" Zhang Xiang is still full of confidence.

Zhao Hanyan smiled lightly, but he didn't break it, and let him comb it.

After a while, the slave came in with water.

When he saw Zhang Xiang's hair combing Zhao Hanyan, the little slave was also taken aback, and then couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Zhang Xiang glanced at her angrily: "What are you laughing at?" ”

"The slave is happy." The little slave pursed his lips and walked over, forcing a smile.

After a while, the little slave finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked him for a wooden comb: "Donkey, come on, slave and maid!" ”

Then, after looking at the little slave combing for a while, Zhang Xiang coughed with a red face: "The money shopkeeper said to let me go to the store today (rì) to have a look, and I left." ”

"Don't you eat breakfast, don't you eat breakfast?" The voice of the little slave came.

"I won't eat it."

ran out of the house in embarrassment, and the sound of Zhao Hanyan and the little slave giggling came from now.

On this day, the family members and slaves of the Fuma Mansion were also busy in the east room, placing all the things moved from the west room.

Zhang Xiang didn't pay much attention to living here alone, but in his thinking, as long as there was a zhang (chuáng) and a roof, it was enough.

One can imagine what this mansion in Dongfang Nuo was ruined by him.

So Qin Elegy, who always came here in the past, would laugh at him, saying that he was a colt who was beaten into the cold palace.

After spending a day and placing all the things, in the evening, Zhao Hanyan beckoned the little slave to take a few maids to rearrange the bedroom, and it was arranged according to the bedroom when they got married.

After the bedroom was arranged, Zhao Hanyan dismissed the rest of the maids, leaving only the little slave, she found the wedding dress she wore when she got married, and let the little slave take it to the bathhouse.

The little slave has been with the princess for so many years and knows what the princess wants to do, so he is also very happy in his heart, and he is also happy for the concubine.

Half an hour later, the night had fallen, and Zhao Hanyan, who was wearing a wedding dress, walked into the bedroom and asked the little slave to prepare a joint wine.

At this time, Zhang Xiang had already returned to the mansion, but he was stopped by the maids and asked him to stay in the main hall first, saying that it was the princess's meaning, and the east room had not been arranged, so he couldn't go over.

After the bored Zhang Xiang finished dinner, he could only wait in the main hall.

I waited for a long time, until after the end of the day, when I arrived, I finally saw the little slave walk in, and she came to Zhang Xiang with a box with a smile.

Zhang Xiang wondered: "What is this?" ”

"Just open it and see." The little slave gestured.

After opening it, Zhang Xiang found that it was a red groom outfit.

The little slave smiled and said, "Don Ma, this is the dress you wore when you married the princess, and the princess said that you should wear this (tào) dress to meet her." ”

"What is the princess going to do?" Zhang Xiang looked curious.

"The colt will know when he sees the princess." The little slave will not tell himself.

"Okay." Zhang Xiang raised his eyebrows, and then went to change his clothes in his hand.

After a while, Zhang Xiang, who had changed his clothes, walked out.

The little slave glanced at him, and then said to him with satisfaction: "Let's go with the slave!" ”

Then the little slave took Zhang Xiang through the corridor and came to the outside of the newly decorated east courtyard, opened the door, and saluted him: "Please be inside the horse, the princess is waiting for the horse inside." ”

Zhang Xiang walked in, and the little slave closed the courtyard door, and then waited alone.

Entering the courtyard, Zhang Xiang took a look, good guy, this courtyard has been arranged as it looked like when they got married, the lanterns were hung high, and it was festive.

The courtyard was quiet, there was no one under it, only the light of the bedroom.

Zhang Xiang stepped forward and knocked on the door, and Zhao Hanyan's voice came out: "Horse, please." ”

Zhang Xiang walked in, and saw that Zhao Hanyan, who was wearing a wedding dress and covered with a red hijab, was sitting dignified and elegant on the newly decorated (chuáng) couch, which had been hung with a curtain, and the red dress was spread out, setting off her whole person very noble.

There is also a wine on the table.

Zhang Xiang, who saw this scene, already understood something, but he still walked towards her with curiosity: "Princess, what is this?" ”

Under the bright red hood, Zhao Hanyan's voice was clear and bright: "In the past, I got married, but the horse fainted due to lightning and failed to enter the cave room, and Gao Pingna (rì) did not enter the cave room. This is Gao Ping for my husband and wife to prepare the cave room, now you and I have been blessed, Gao Ping is willing to save the reality of husband and wife with the horse, with foam, hand in hand. ”

Zhang Xiang was stunned, sat down next to her (shēn), and gently lifted her red hijab.

Dressed in a phoenix crown and a drapery, she is bright and moving, her red lips (yù) drop, looking at him with a soft gaze: "The horse, willing to win the heart of one person, the white head is not separated, Gao Ping is deep to the horse (qíng), and also knows the meaning of the horse to Gao Ping (qíng), today (rì) cave house, no matter what, Gao Ping is willing to share the joys and sorrows with the horse." ”

Zhang Xiang took her hand and put it in front of (xiōng), stared intently, and suddenly said, "Princess, it's time for us to go to the cave room." ”

"Poof"

The original charming atmosphere was said by him, but it added a humorous (xìng) comedy, Zhao Hanyan couldn't help laughing, a red glow floated on his face, and beat him.

Zhang Xiang poured over the wine on the table, handed her a glass, and the two looked at each other, deep (qíng), and drank the cup of wine with their hands.

Then, Zhang Xiang took off the crown ornament from her head, took off her shoes, took off her floor-to-floor red dress, and helped her to lie down on the chuáng.

Zhao Hanyan, who was lying on the (chuáng), his heart beat faster, he didn't dare to look at him, and quickly closed his eyes.

After a while, seeing that Zhang Xiang didn't move, she couldn't help but open her eyes, but she saw Zhang Xiang pestle and didn't know what she was thinking, she was curious: "Why didn't the colt come up?" ”

"That's... That..."Zhang Xiang scratched his head: "Princess, is there anything special?" ”

"Exquisite?" Zhao Hanyan was stunned: "No! ”

"Oh, then I'm coming up."

"Wait a minute, blow the lights out."

"Don't blow it!"

"Blow."

Then, in the darkness, the curtain was pulled down, and the sound of ridicule was heard.

After a while, Zhang Xiang's dissatisfied voice came: "Little slave, this dead girl, why do you wear so many clothes." ”

"Your face is so hot, pony! Well... It's also hot on (shēn). ”

"(rè), why don't we cover the quilt!"

"Hmm... No way. ”

"But you're hot too!"

"But Gao Ping didn't feel it!"

"But I can't see it!"

"Okay, then just a little bit."

"Hmm... It's a lot better that way. ”

"Pony, what should Gao Ping do next?"

"I don't have any experience, anyway, you just take it easy, just don't move, this kind of thing is very simple, just explore it.。

“……”

On this night, the scenery is infinite, and the red lanterns in the yard are gently swaying with the stroking of the night breeze...

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