Wu Yuanqing didn't go to bed until dawn for three days, and he slept so deeply that he didn't get up when he had breakfast. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wu Shiyan and Yang thought that they had spent candles in the same room, and a man and two women had their first taste of men and women, and it was too late to eat the marrow and know the taste.

In other words, listening to the maids muttering to themselves, it seemed that they did sleep late, so when the eldest girl and the second girl were clamoring to call the eldest brother and the two sisters to get up, they were stared at and frightened by Yang's eyes.

So there was no maid or anything to shout, Wu Yuanqing, Wang Ziyu, and the three of them in Xiangcheng slept until almost noon.

Wu Yuanqing was woken up by Wang Ziyu and Xiangcheng pinching his nose and pulling his ears.

When he opened his eyes, he saw two pretty faces like flowers and jade, one on the left and one on the right, appearing above his head, staring at him angrily.

"What's the matter? Whoever made the two ladies angry, look at this little wrinkled face, they are almost crowded together. Wu Yuanqing asked with a smile.

"Who else, it's you," Wang Ziyu said angrily.

"How can it be me, I just woke up, okay" Wu Yuanqing said that this black pot baby does not carry it.

"Let you sleep, let you sleep, I don't know how to wake up people, I missed the time to meet my parents-in-law" Xiangcheng's little fist crackled and beat Wu Yuanqing.

"Oh, what a big deal, isn't it just tea, salutes, and change your mouth, it's not too late to meet you at noon" Wu Yuanqing said disapprerovingly, future generations really don't care about so many ceremonies when they get married.

The most important thing is that at that time, I basically saw my in-laws before I got married, and how many times did the two of them waste in bed, and I had already called my husband's parents to call my parents, how could I still go on a blind date for the first time on the night of marriage like in ancient times, and I could change my mouth when I met my in-laws the next day.

"It's not a big thing, so what can be called a big thing." Wang Ziyu glanced at his husband, and then screamed: "Oh, my father-in-law and mother-in-law may already be blaming the two of us for being ignorant and ignorant of etiquette, no, I want to hurry up and dress up and go to see the second elder before lunch."

"Yes, yes, we can't let the second elder blame us" Xiangcheng also nodded again and again.

The two called in their personal maids, and then were served to freshen up.

After grooming, the two began to put on makeup, looking at the appearance of the two of them drawing eyebrows and Fu Fan, a poem appeared in Wu Yuanqing's mind, when the window was cloudy and the sideburns were yellow, and the mirror was decaled yellow.

"Brother Yuanqing, does my makeup look good, this rouge is not light, and the eyebrows are thicker or thinner" Xiangcheng asked while putting on makeup.

"Xiangcheng is so beautiful, it looks good with any makeup," Wu Yuanqing said dotingly.

"What about mine," Wang Ziyu asked with a smile.

"You are the same, both of you are naturally beautiful, out of the water hibiscus, you look good without makeup, let alone makeup." Wu Yuanqing also boasted that neither side should be offended, and of course there was no need to offend, because what he said was the truth.

The two ladies are so beautiful, it is really appropriate to wear light makeup and heavy makeup.

"Brother Yuanqing, can you sing the song you sang to Sister Ziyu yesterday to Xiangcheng" Xiangcheng looked at Wu Yuanqing's vague figure from the bronze mirror and said crisply.

"Okay" such a simple request, Wu Yuanqing agreed with his mouth.

As a result, as soon as the words came out, I saw that Wang Ziyu, who was applying rouge to his lips, changed his face slightly, and his bright face seemed to darken.

Although Wang Ziyu adjusted his expression later, and said with a smile that he wanted to listen to it again, Wu Yuanqing didn't understand a woman's heart and knew that Wang Ziyu was forcing a smile, and he didn't know what sadness would look like.

was supposed to be a good person to marry this man, but now he is half divided by another woman. Of course, at this time, it is common for a man to have three wives and four concubines, even if he can't be a wife, it is acceptable for the two to be a wife.

But the song that was originally good and exclusive to herself, this woman who robbed her husband has to grab it again, so no woman can be happy.

That is to say, Wang Ziyu is a relatively indifferent person on weekdays, and he is very familiar with Xiangcheng and has a good relationship, otherwise he will rush to this sentence, and if he doesn't do it, he will turn his face directly.

Of course, Xiangcheng is not a scheming person, the purpose of speaking is very simple, just to listen to his brother Yuanqing's songs, if she wants to say that she is not jealous or envious, it must be nonsense, but she will not have any bad intentions, let alone deliberately say this to stimulate Wang Ziyu.

Wang Ziyu understood Xiangcheng's simplicity and kindness, so he smiled then, although he was sad in his heart, he still smiled and asked Wu Yuanqing to sing to Xiangcheng, and said that he wanted to listen to it again.

What a good two women, eh, they are still girls now, what good two girls, they were arched by Wu Yuanqing.

Now that he knows that Wang Ziyun has regarded yesterday's song as a memory that belongs to the two of them, Wu Yuanqing naturally didn't want to make her sad, so he pretended to frown and said: "Xiangcheng, my brother shouted too loudly last night, his voice was a little dumb, and he didn't sing well, why don't you listen to the song, will I read you a poem."

"Bad throat? It doesn't matter, don't you need to call Doctor Sun to take a look," Xiangcheng suddenly asked nervously.

Wang Ziyu on the side looked at her husband with a smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she had seen through his thoughts.

"Well, no, no, it's just a little dry and uncomfortable, it's not a big deal" What are you kidding, looking for Sun Simiao to show the stuffing, so frightened that Wu Yuanqing hurriedly waved his hand to stop it.

"Oh, okay, then Brother Yuanqing drink more water, rest, you don't need to read the poem" Xiangcheng instructed with concern, but the loss in his eyes did not escape Wu Yuanqing's eyes.

Wu Yuanqing felt a pain in her heart, such a good girl, married herself at such a young age, or with others, it would be very unfair to her, if she couldn't even make such a small request, it would be too much of a thing, and she would be too sorry for people's affection.

"It's okay, reciting poetry doesn't affect it" Wu Yuanqing didn't wait for Xiangcheng to speak again, and directly chanted: "The peach is dying, scorching its glory." The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room. The peach is dying, and there is a fact. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate. The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. The son is home, and it is suitable for his family.

"Taoyao" is one of the articles in "The Book of Poetry, National Style, Zhou Nan", which is a song to congratulate the newlyweds, that is, to send the bride. On the day of the wedding, the bridesmaids sent the bride out, and everyone hugged the bride and walked to the groom's house, singing all the way: "The peach is dying, scorching its beauty......"