The next day, many servants dressed in red and holding red satin came to Zhen Mi's residence, putting up lanterns and decorating the place with joy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Immediately afterwards, dozens of maidservants, holding colorful crowns and curtains, came to dress up Zhen Mi, Zhen Mi was shy and speechless, so she had to let her makeup go.

Halfway through dressing, a maidservant handed Zhen Mi a brocade handkerchief and said, "Miss, this is given to you by the general's maidservant." ”

Zhen Mi nodded, took the Jinpa, opened it, and saw a few lines written on it, which seemed to be a poem:

"In heaven I would like to be a winged bird, and on earth I would like to be a branch.

The days are long and sometimes endless, and this love is endless. ”

After silently reading a few words, Zhen Mi held the Jinpa tightly in her hand, her face was a little hot, but because she had already put on makeup at this time, she couldn't see the crimson on her face.

Soon the makeup was completed, and the maids looked at Zhen Mi, who had painted the makeup, and exclaimed: "Oh, Miss looks like a fairy, and the strange general wants to marry Miss regardless of the tension of the war?" ”

Zhen Mi was full of joy at this time, extremely charming, and had no calculation in her heart, so she let these people sent by Zhao Qian arrange it.

It didn't take long for Zhen Mi to hear someone outside the room shouting: "The auspicious time has arrived, please get on the sedan chair!" ”

"Let's go, miss, we're going to the General's Mansion." The handmaid said with a smile.

Zhen Mi nodded, and then the maidservant put a big red hijab on Zhen Mi's head and helped her out of the room.

Outside the room, there is an incense sedan chair waiting, after the maid helps Zhen Mi to get on the sedan chair, eight people in front and behind lift the incense sedan chair, and there are maids on both sides, holding flower baskets, scattering flowers along the road.

The people of Jinyang City have long known that today is the day when the general Zhao Qian got married, and they have walked out of their homes and come to the streets, where thousands of people are empty.

After seeing Zhen Mi's sedan chair, Wanmin Mountain roared with a tsunami, and it seemed that he was happier than getting married.

"Grow old together, give birth to a noble son early!"

Someone suddenly shouted among the people, and after the others heard it, they also chimed in, congratulating Zhao Qian and Zhen Mi on their marriage.

Zhen Mi sat in the sedan chair, with a hijab on her head and a sedan curtain to cover it, although she couldn't see the scene outside, but just listening to the sound, she knew that it was lively outside.

Through the streets and alleys, the sedan chair finally reached the General's Mansion, and Zhen Mi stepped off the sedan chair with the support of the maidservant.

Zhao Qian was already standing in front of the mansion and waiting, and when he saw Zhen Mi getting off the sedan chair, he was also quite excited, and he finally married his daughter-in-law.

The maidservant led Zhen Mi to Zhao Qian's side, handed over one end of a piece of red silk to Zhao Qian, and then Zhao Qian led him to the hall.

Whether in the previous life or in this life, this is the first time Zhao Qian has married and married.

The ancient customs themselves are relatively cumbersome, and Zhao Qian himself has not studied this aspect, so the whole process is completed under the guidance of Jia Xu.

Subsequently, Zhen Mi still had maidservants into the wedding room, while Zhao Qian stayed to entertain the guests.

The civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty, the royal relatives and nobles, and the dignitaries of Jinyang came to congratulate one after another, and the mansion of Zhao Qian was like holding a grand event.

The happiest one among them is Zhang Fei, I saw him holding a jar of wine and going from table to table to salute, others know that he is the second brother of the general, and it is not easy to refuse.

Until the evening when the guests dispersed, Zhang Fei was also carried away by the government soldiers, Zhao moved to his wedding room.

Although Zhao Qian's amount of wine is good, but on top of the wedding banquet just now, he didn't drink much, he is a general, except for Zhang Fei who insisted that he drink three bottles, others dare not force Zhao Qian to drink.

Because there is something more important tonight, if you drink too much wine, you will not be able to appreciate the beauty of it.

The two maidservants, each holding a red wax torch, lit it, led the way in front, and Zhao Qian followed.

When they came to the door of the wedding room, the two maidservants stopped, put the red wax torches on both sides of the door, and stood with their hands down.

Zhao Qian smiled slightly, and said to the two: "You two have worked hard, go down and receive the reward, you are not needed here." ”

"Yes, General!" The two daughters bowed and retreated.

After watching the two maids leave, Zhao Qian turned around and pushed the door in, he didn't want to, after a while, when it was cloudy and rainy, there were still people listening outside.

Pushing the door in, Zhao Qian saw Zhen Mi sitting on the couch at a glance, dressed in red clothes, with red satin on her head, her hands clasped together, obviously a little nervous.

Zhao Qian turned over and closed the door, slowly walked to the couch, and reached out to shake Zhen Mi's tender hands.

"Ahh

Zhen Mi snorted softly, obviously startled.

"Mi'er, don't be afraid, it's me." Zhao Qian hurriedly said.

Hearing that it was Zhao Qian, Zhen Mi felt a little relieved, but when her hands were held by Zhao Qian, she still felt a little unnatural and wanted to pull back.

However, how could Zhao Qian easily give up these silky and white hands? Not only did they not let go, but they rubbed up.

"Husband...... Husband! Zhen Mi shouted a little shyly, and this "husband" was also very unnatural.

Zhao Qian smiled and said, "Mi'er, what do you call me?" Scream again. ”

Zhen Mi covered her head, felt that her face was hot, and called out in a low voice: "Husband." ”

Zhao Qian laughed, and his sense of accomplishment doubled, he couldn't imagine that this eternal beauty was now his wife.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qian no longer hesitated, reached out and lifted the hijab on Zhen Mi's head, and the two looked at each other, close at hand.

The white and tender face is slightly powdered, the eyelashes are long, the apricot eyes are wavy below, and the Zhen Mi in front of her is beautiful.

"Mi'er, you're so beautiful!" Zhao Qian said with sincere admiration.

Zhen Mi glanced at Zhao Qian, and finally couldn't help it, and with a sigh, she fell into Zhao Qian's arms.

"Mi'er, from now on, I won't let you suffer the slightest grievance!" Zhao Qian said.

In history, Zhen Mi married Yuan Xi first, and then from Cao Pi, after Cao Pi toyed with it, he didn't know pity, and after practicing Zuo Dabao, he actually gave him death!

Zhao Qian would never allow such a thing to happen, let alone Cao Pi, not even Cao Cao!

"Husband, I heard that the soldiers of Jizhou Mu are pressing the border, but at such a moment, is it inappropriate to marry me?" Zhen Mi asked softly in Zhao Qian's arms.

Zhao Qian heard this, and secretly praised in his heart, this Zhen Mi really knew the general situation, so he said: "Mi'er, don't worry, at this time, it is determined by the good business of the strategists, not the general's will." ”

Zhen Mi nodded and said, "The husband is a general, and everything needs to be based on state affairs. ”

Zhao Qian laughed and said, "The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, let's not talk about these things first, let's rest early." ”

Of course, Zhen Mi understood what Zhao Qian was talking about, her face was red, she nodded, and said, "Please have mercy on your husband." ”

Zhao Qian was inexplicably a little excited, and put Zhen Mi flat on the couch, and Zhen Mi had already closed her eyes in shame.

A stream of heat rose from Zhao Qian's lower abdomen, Zhao Qian no longer hesitated, and kissed Zhen Mi's Dan lips.