Chapter 40: Confidante?
"It's still so raw, it's time to call me brother!"
Tang Wenyun got up and patted Lu Yuan on the shoulder as he spoke.
Lu Yuan smiled, and did not pretend to be reserved: "What my brother said is true." β
"That's right, do you want to go and see Tang Ying, now that you are about to get married, you can talk more."
Tang Wenyun said with a smile.
"No need, if the relationship between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight, and the eldest husband should not think about his children before he is born, and my mother is still waiting for me to go back."
Lu Yuan said goodbye and left.
But when Lu Yuan just walked out of the door, he happened to see Tang Ying suddenly outside the house.
Lu Yuan glanced back at Tang Wenyun.
Tang Wenyun waved his hand: "Don't blame me, I reminded you." β
Seeing this, Lu Yuan only showed a harmless smile: "It's the little sister who is here, I just happened to be looking for you, so let's go out and talk?" β
After Lu Yuan said this, he left Tang Wenyun indifferently.
Tang Ying also followed.
Lu Yuan didn't speak, and walked directly towards the outer courtyard.
Seeing that Lu Yuan was so indifferent, Tang Ying was so angry that he stomped his feet: "Since Lu Lang doesn't want to see me, why do you want to marry me!" β
Lu Lang?
It's a fresh name.
Lu Yuan stood on his feet and turned around: "When did I say that I didn't want to see you, what nonsense." β
Tang Ying snorted and did not speak.
Seeing this, Lu Yuan simply asked directly: "Let me ask you, do you really want to be my wife, if you don't come up with that poem on the day of your death, will you really want to divorce me?" β
Tang Ying didn't answer, and said after a while: "The words of the matchmaker of the parents' orders, can you and I be the master?" β
"Since you say that it is the words of your parents, what else do you want, since you are destined to be husband and wife, why do you care so much."
Lu Yuan smiled and walked up to Tang Ying, ready to pin the wind-blown hair on Tang Ying's forehead behind her ears, but Tang Ying dodged it, she still couldn't accept Lu Yuan's affectionate behavior.
Lu Yuan also took his hand back and said with a smile: "I still have something, I'll go back first." β
Tang Ying saw that Lu Yuan was really gone, and said angrily for a while: "You have changed!" You're not like you used to be, you wouldn't have been so cold to me before! β
"Hey, whatever you think, troubled times are coming, who still has the heart to talk to you about children's love."
Lu Yuan scolded a sentence, and couldn't help shaking his head, and then walked away.
After Lu Yuan came back, he saw that Erniu had already fallen asleep, so it was not good to teach Erniu what to do on the bed as a secretary.
And the second girl was relieved after Lu Yuan also fell asleep next to her with the light off, quietly opened her eyes, and said in her heart: "Fortunately, I pretended to be asleep, otherwise let the young master find that the already big wrap on his chest can't be contained, will he not want himself, I have to go out tomorrow to buy a longer wrap and wrap my chest tighter, but it's not a way to go on like this, sooner or later the young master will find out, how can this be good?" β
The second girl looked bitter, frowned, and fell asleep after half an hour.
Next.
Lu Yuan saw that the second girl hadn't woken up yet, so he had to get up first, and only said: "This girl, don't be uncomfortable, why do you sleep earlier than me and get up later than me, no matter what, women have so many days every month." β
Lu Yuan didn't say much because of this.
After the Lujia Weaving Workshop expanded the number of weavers again, the daily output of spring breeze cloth was getting higher and higher, and it not only completed the supply to Song Yuqing as scheduled, but also began to supply the Zheng family continuously.
Lu Yuan made a statistic that with the current production scale of the Lu family, it would not be a problem to supply the Zheng family's goods within the time specified in the deed.
But Lu Yuan will not be satisfied with this, he will raise a large-scale army in the future, and the industry will naturally become bigger and bigger.
In the blink of an eye, it was October 15th.
The weather is getting colder and colder.
Light snow has begun to fall in the bustling city of Linqing.
And on this day, Lu Yuan is about to officially marry Tang Ying, the eldest lady of the Tang family.
Lu Yuan didn't expect that he would get married in the Ming Dynasty.
But in later life, he has experienced a lot of reality, and he has long since lost the beautiful expectation that marriage is equal to emotional sublimation.
He knew he was just doing one thing to make his family and the other person's family happy.
As for the bride, she is nothing more than someone who she wants to live with in her life.
But in the end, it is also necessary to separate.
After all, people are destined to come and go alone in this life.
And the best hope is nothing more than separation when you are full of gray hair and completely old.
As for whether the other party would bring him luck and a good time, Lu Yuan didn't dare to hope or want these.
According to the Ming Dynasty etiquette system.
When the common people get married, the groom can make an exception to wear a nine-grade official uniform, and the bride can wear a phoenix crown.
Therefore, Lu Yuan also wore a black veil on his head, wore an official robe, and rode a high-headed horse to Tang's house on this day, and married Tang Ying, who was as colorful as the September sun and as delicate as a weak willow in March.
After toasting in the hall, Lu Yuan entered the cave room and came to Tang Ying.
Lu Yuan also used jade Ruyi to remove Tang Ying's hijab as usual, and also drank Heyao wine with Tang Ying.
Lu Yuan was not polite, and immediately kissed Tang Ying's red cherry-like lips.
But Tang Ying hurriedly got up and sat on the other side: "Lu Lang, I still want to ask, if life is only as it was when I first saw it, what is the autumn wind and sad fan, where is the owner of this word?" β
Lu Yuan was stunned, he wanted to admit that he wrote it and took the opportunity to take Tang Ying down, but he didn't want to deceive Tang Ying, so he only asked: "Is this important, you are marrying me, not marrying him." β
"It's very important, my heart is slowly occupied by this poem, and there is the poem of grinding ice for soil and jade for basins."
Tang Ying replied.
"It's just a few poems, I don't have time to tell you this, I'll go to sleep first!"
Lu Yuan turned over and got into bed as he spoke, and he didn't sleep long after he was drunk.
Tang Ying raised his head, and when he saw that Lu Yuan really fell asleep with his eyes closed, he was very sad, and said, "Tell me that you wrote it yourself, is it so difficult?!" β
Lu Yuan had already fallen asleep, and he didn't hear Tang Ying's reproach like a mosquito and a fly.
Early the next morning.
"Second girl, your ass is very soft and round."
Lu Yuan habitually dreamed, but found that he had touched the void, and couldn't help but wake up, only to see that there was no second girl next to him, only an empty scarlet lake silk mandarin duck pillow.
Lu Yuan realized that he was already married, and the second girl, who was a concubine, had already gone to sleep in the West Wing, and it should be his wife Tang Ying who slept next to him.
Lu Yuan suddenly realized that what he had just said might be a little embarrassing if Tang Ying heard it.
Therefore, Lu Yuan sat up in a bit of a panic.
After all, as a traverser, he was still not used to this feeling of legally owning multiple women, so praising a woman in front of Tang Ying still made him feel guilty about betraying Tang Ying, not to mention that Tang Ying was now his wife.
But after Lu Yuan got up, he found that Tang Ying was only lying on the table and falling asleep, and he hadn't even taken off his red makeup, and he probably didn't hear what he just said, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
"I hear you! Lu Lang, you still said that she is not your confidante, you are lying to me! β
Tang Ying opened his eyes, with a smug look between his eyebrows.