Is this an arranged marriage?

Until the wedding date was set and the wedding was held, Zhu Mingzhong still felt a little dazed, after all, all this came too quickly and too suddenly.

At least before coming to Nanjing, Zhu Mingzhong never thought that he would get married, and now, he is married!

Is this an arranged marriage?

I shouldn't think so, at least I like her.

Zhu Mingzhong thought like this, at least for a moment, he was still a little happy, because from the perspective of future generations, although Zheng Ling was not a top beauty like the Xia family sisters. But whatever, it's also an eight-point beauty. And that beautiful and lovely appearance is really moving.

Because there are no elders in the man's family, everything is handled by Zhang Huangyan, maybe Zhu Mingzhong is not his favorite general, but as a semi-independent army general, it is a good thing to win people's hearts for his main marriage. As for the woman, as the ninth lady of the Zheng family and the sister of King Yanping, if she marries, she naturally does not need to consider the man's side.

In Nanjing, the generals of the Zheng Army, the Western Expeditionary Army, and the generals of the Loyal and Righteous Army, who could get the news, would rush to Nanjing in person, and those who could not come or could not withdraw because of military affairs would send someone to send a generous gift. Even the clans in Nanjing that were supported by Zheng Chenggong also sent their gifts. However, as those clan princes who have no entry and can only rely on Zheng Chenggong's support, compared with those generals who are leading the army, they naturally look shabby. Just like Zhu Shugui, the king of Ningjing, he could only take out a pair of calligraphy and paintings written by himself.

However, even so, for the city of Nanjing, this is indeed a great joy, and there seems to be nothing more lively than this after the recovery from Nanjing. But as a party to Zhu Mingzhong, at first he was happy, but later he forced a smile, according to the rules of the Ming Dynasty, the wedding was very cumbersome, and slowly curious, like a torment, boiling, boiling, the whole person can only be at the mercy of the surrounding guests.

The Ming-style wedding is very cumbersome, this is because the two families are not ordinary people, and Zheng Ling is Zheng Chenggong's little sister, although there is no title, but this wedding is still in accordance with the rules of the county lord, and everyone knows that if the court is here, maybe the specifications will be higher.

After the cumbersome wedding, unlike later generations, Zhu Mingzhong, as the groom's official, still had to continue to drink with the male guests, because of the large number of people, when it came time to accompany the guests, he was already seven points drunk. It was only at this time that everyone sent him into the new house, and then the entire space was completely left to a couple of newcomers, no, there was a close-fitting ring, still standing on the side.

When the cave room was completely quiet, Zhu Mingzhong, who was seven points drunk, finally regained some consciousness when he saw the girl sitting on the bed wearing a big red phoenix crown robe.

I'm married!

Looking at Zheng Ling sitting upright on the bed, although he hadn't lifted the hijab yet, he still had a feeling, a feeling completely different from the past, as if at this moment, he had a home! This feeling is completely different from when he was in Qinghe, although in Qinghe's mansion, there are still his three concubines, but it is not home.

Perhaps, this is home!

When he was so emotionally moved in his heart, Zhu Mingzhong suddenly became a little confused - what should he do next?

I guess it's a hijab!

Even if he already has a three-room concubine, Zhu Mingzhong has no experience in getting married, after all, the three-room concubines are just "grabbed", so naturally it is impossible to experience all this.

Thinking of the steps he had seen on TV, and thinking of the rules that others had told him before, Zhu Mingzhong walked straight towards her.

Listening to the footsteps, when the footsteps were getting closer and closer, Zheng Ling, who was sitting on the bed, was so nervous that her heart was about to jump to her throat, looking at the feet that were getting closer and closer, thinking of the rules taught by her sister-in-law before, she said a little eagerly.

"Husband, the slave's hijab is going to be lifted off with a wedding scale! Otherwise, it's unlucky! ”

Despite the nervousness in his heart, Zheng Ling's tone still seemed very calm. But the intertwined fingers said that it was the tension in her heart.

"Hi scales? What are the rules? ”

When he was wondering in his heart, the pretty girl who was waiting on the side said with a wooden plate in both hands.

"Uncle, please lift your hijab!"

Looking at the joy scale in the wooden plate, which is actually a scale rod, Zhu Mingzhong remembered what others told him before, the reason why the red hijab will use the "joy scale" is said to be because the stars marked on the scale rod are made up of the heavenly stem and the earthly branches, the six stars of the Southern Dipper, the seven stars of the Big Dipper, plus the three stars of Fu, Lu and Shou, which are exactly the number of sixteen, and sixteen taels are one catty, which is used to pick the hijab is auspicious.

"Hmm."

After taking the weighing rod, Zhu Mingzhong turned his head and saw that Zheng Ling was still sitting there with a dignified face. The big red hijab was also tightly blocked on the head as before, as if he hadn't spoken at all.

Striding back to the bed, Zhu Mingzhong directly took the joy scale and picked up the big red hijab on her head.

The moment he lifted the red hijab, Zhu Mingzhong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he still had that pretty face in his eyes, and even a little baby fat, this is a typical pretty Lori face, with long and upturned eyelashes and big eyes, looking a little like a doll, maybe because of nervousness, it trembled slightly.

If you look at it with Zhu Mingzhong's aesthetic vision, the girl in front of her who wears light makeup similar to peach blossom makeup in later generations is like a college freshman with outstanding appearance among many girls in college.

And now, she is his wife.

Thinking of the first time and space, he was almost beheaded, at that time he was rescued by her, at that time, he was in the bilge, the first time he saw her, the amazement of the first time, still stay in his mind, in the past many times, there will always be in his mind from time to time, she is the first woman he saw in this era, at that time he was worried about his life, never thought that one day she would become his wife.

"Nine ......"

Zhu Mingzhong, who originally wanted to call her "Miss Nine", realized that it was no longer suitable to call her "Miss Nine" as soon as the words came out.

"Husband, the slave's maiden name is Ah Ling."

Zheng Ling, who was clever, said with a shy face.

Looking at the way he stared at him before, Zheng Ling only had a sweet feeling in his heart, a strange feeling that he had never felt before.

"Ah Ling,"

Looking at Zheng Ling, who was wearing a auspicious suit, he didn't know what to say Zhu Mingzhong, and hurriedly said.

"Do you want tea?"

"Hmm."

Zheng Ling, who had been sitting like this since worshipping heaven and earth, was naturally a little thirsty.

Poured a cup of tea for Zheng Ling, Zhu Mingzhong handed her the teacup, although she was thirsty, but she still only drank it in small sips, when drinking tea, she felt that his eyes were always staring at herself, and the gaze made her heart just panic, and she hung her head shyly.

Looking at her shy appearance, he only felt a desire rising in his heart, so he walked to her side, and when he put his hand on her shoulder, he could clearly feel her trembling all over.

"Husband, don't you want to drink a glass of wine?"

Zheng Ling reminded nervously.

"At this time, what else do you drink?"

Zhu Mingzhong, who was already drunk, took care of everything else, but hugged her.

Zheng Ling, who was stiff, muttered with a blushing face.

"You—You've got to tap ...... I...... Afraid. ”

The arm-thick red candle in the room was very bright, perhaps it was made of spices mixed with beeswax in the wax field outside Nanjing, and after it was lit, there was a faint sweet smell in the air, and I don't know if it had some other effects, so that Zhu Mingzhong felt that a fire was burning in his heart. Especially when he heard her words, the flame rose from the bottom of his heart, and a burst of fire burned in his eyes.

Zheng Ling, who was put on the bed, lay on his back softly on the bed, his head turned to the side, and his face was blushing. When he leaned down, he saw her pretty face, and in a trance, Zhu Mingzhong. He couldn't help but stretch out the big hand that had become extremely rough and caress her face, and the delicate skin made him dare not use force, as if he was afraid that he would touch her skin.

Some fascination touched this face...... This face, which had brought him hope in despair, had appeared in his dreams many times, and at this moment it was so close, for a while, Zhu Mingzhong couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, like a fledgling offspring, his heart jumped nervously to his throat.

Feeling his touch, Zheng Ling, who was blushing, opened her eyes and immediately looked at Zhu Mingzhong, looking at his eyes, she hurriedly closed her eyes again, her long eyelashes trembled, her red lips were pursed, and she was completely speechless. At this time, she still looked very nervous, her body was tense and motionless, just lying on the bed.

At this time, Zhu Mingzhong first kissed her forehead, perhaps the taste of rouge, very sweet, very fragrant, very pleasant, and at this time, only the gnat-like words came out of her throat.

"Husband, first, blow out the candle first......"

"Don't, don't worry, the bed curtain will be lowered first......"

After that, Zheng Ling's face turned even redder...... Then she heard the sound of her clothes being taken off, and then she felt a pair of hands undressing hers, and her whole body suddenly straightened, her eyes tightly closed, and her body stiffened there. Let that hand fumble with it......

In this festive bedroom, the arm-thick red candles bring warm light, and the festive red candles are red all over and exude a faint fragrance......

On the large mahogany bed, where the curtain hung from the bed, a white silk tunic was thrown out of it, and in the girl's shrill voice, several more clothes were thrown out of the tent......