The moon is in the sky, and the clouds are thin and bright. Under the moonlight, a peaceful and lively atmosphere enveloped the entire Shen Mansion.

The jagged houses and pavilions are hung with red silk everywhere, and the lights are brilliant, dimming the silver sprinkled in the sky. In the court, the guests pushed the cups and changed the lamps, and the slaves shuttled back and forth, and the wedding banquet was obviously at its most enjoyable.

Shen Jian's two families got married, and the people in the imperial capital were obvious to all, and they all said that Shen Shenlu, the son of the Shen family, was very blessed, and he was fortunate to marry the daughter of the imperial historian of the Donghuan Kingdom, which undoubtedly paved the way for his future career.

The Imperial Historian is one of the three princes, and his power is second only to the prime minister of the current dynasty. Jian Yushi's only daughter is extremely delicate and is regarded as a treasure by him, and it can be described as a mystery in the imperial capital, just because no one has seen it.

How many children of nobles went to propose marriage, but they were all turned away. But why did this Jian Yushi take the initiative to choose Shen Shenlu as his son-in-law? marrying his daughter is really puzzling to the people in the imperial capital.

The candlelight cut the trembling shadow between the carved windows, and the cold wind of early spring swept through the gaps in the carved wooden door to the crimson light silk curtain between the beams and columns, and the corners of the curtains fluttered, like a red mist dispersed.

The noise in front of the court was faded by the distance, and the room was quiet and peaceful. Two maidservants stood on either side of the bed with their heads bowed, ready to wait for their master's dispatch.

Tiredness gradually crept up to the beautiful face in the scarf, Zhao Jianning raised her jade arm and rubbed her sore neck, just because the complicated hair ornaments on her head were too heavy.

"Miss, what's wrong?" The personal maid Orange is a clever girl who has followed Zhao Jianning since she was a child, and she can be said to have a deep affection for master and servant. Regarding Zhao Jianning's matter, I can't help but be concerned.

Zhao Jian straightened up, and then a faint voice came out of the scarf: "It's okay." The maidservant at the door was ordered to go to the dining room to see if she could get some food. ”

Another maid took the order out, and when Orange saw that there was no one else in the house, a trace of curiosity flashed in her eyes, and she turned her head to look at Zhao Jianning and said, "Miss, I heard that this Doctor Shen is talented and beautiful, you married him, and now at this juncture, why aren't you curious?" It's so calm. ”

"There is no difference between men in the world in my eyes, and whoever marries is the same, so what is there to be curious about?" Zhao Jianning's words were as light as clear water. At this moment, she only learned from the slave that the surname of the person she was going to marry was Shen, and the official residence consulted the doctor, and belonged to the third grade. She didn't know anything else, didn't care, and didn't have the heart to find out.

Not long after the words fell, the door of the room was pushed open with a creak. The person who came was not the maidservant who had just been ordered to go out, Zhao Jianning listened to the steady footsteps, and she already knew in her heart that her husband, who had never met before, was here.

Zhao Jianning lowered her eyebrows, the room was silent, and all she could hear in her ears was Shen Shenlu's approaching footsteps. With a faint breath of Jiang Li, the footsteps gradually stopped, and a pair of cloud head shoes half-hidden by the hem of the red embroidered dark coat were reflected in her eyes through the seam of the hem of the scarf.

Facing a strange man, Zhao Jianning was not as relieved as she said, and she was still a little nervous in her heart. She was stunned, and a few knotted fingers had appeared on the hem of the scarf.

The scarf was raised, and Zhao Jianning suddenly felt that his eyes were bright, and what was imprinted in his eyes was the luxurious and happy clothes of the person in front of him. The flickering red candle fireworks covered the two of them with a faint layer of warmth, Zhao Jianning raised his indifferent eyes and looked at him, just before meeting the handsome man who was looking at him with a little surprise.

Ying Ying looked at each other in the candle flame, Zhao Jianning's expression was light, and her lips opened lightly: "Why do you look at me like this?" ”

"You're the daughter of Jian Yushi?" The look of surprise on Shen Shenlu's face was suddenly covered by a question, and then returned to normal.

The corners of Zhao Jian's lips hooked, as if he was smiling, but a thin layer of coolness overflowed in his eyes: "Isn't it ridiculous to ask what Husband said." ”

The two sat and stood together, Shen Shenlu looked at this woman who was a little enchanting because of her wedding makeup in her coldness, and she smiled inexplicably, and casually pinched out a reason: "I heard that Miss Jane's family has never seen her, and her husband is just a moment of curiosity, which makes Mrs. laugh." ”

Shen Shenlu inadvertently moved his eyes, but caught a glimpse of the hosta inlaid with white beads on Zhao Jianning's hair. This hosta can only be worn by people who keep filial piety, Shen Shenlu raised his hand and took the hosta from Zhao Jianning's hair, his tone was not angry or angry, but it contained the meaning of questioning: "White beaded flowers, do you know?" Today is a day of great joy for you and me. ”

"I know. It's just that the three-year filial piety period has not yet expired, and I am ashamed of my mother under the spring. I know that my uncle must have married me to you in a hurry for his reasons, but this does not affect my filial piety for my mother. Zhao Jianning got up slowly, lightly raised her jade hand and swept between Shen Shenlu's fingers, and the hem of the big red wedding dress immediately slid from the bed to the ground, and followed Zhao Jianning's footsteps forward.

Shen Shenlu looked at the empty hand in front of him, and raised his right eyebrow slightly: "As far as I know, Mrs. Jian has been sick and passed away for many years, how can she say that her filial piety is not yet complete?" ”

"Orange, remove my makeup for me." Zhao Jianning sat down in front of the square case, beckoned to Cheng'er slightly, and did not answer Shen Shenlu's words, which was a pain she didn't want to mention.

Orange cautiously glanced at the long figure that had turned around in front of the bed, and then lowered her head, a touch of embarrassment appeared in her eyes, and she couldn't help but remind: "Miss, the wine has not been drunk yet......

"It's not too late to drink after dismantling, what does the husband think?" Zhao Jianning raised his eyes, Shen Shenlu walked towards her as usual, his face was carved like jade under his exposed forehead and half-tied hair, and the straight nose bridge was matched with a streamlined outline, showing a warm and moist atmosphere under the reflection of the glittering candlelight, and the elegance was outstanding. The red embroidered deep clothes are added, and the black hair behind him is swaying, and there is more calmness in the elegant. Although she was asking for his opinion, she had already raised her hand to take off a little bit of emerald on her bun.

Shen Shenlu sat down on the other side of the desk, nodded and said, "According to what Madame said, it doesn't hurt to drink the wine later." ”

Orange Er was ordered to start removing makeup for Zhao Jianning, and Shen Shenlu on the side casually picked up the thin booklet that was silent on the edge of the desk after drinking a cup of tea, and casually flipped a few pages by the bright candlelight.

"Second lady, lotus seed soup." Zhao Jianning's hair ornament has not been dismantled, and the maid who went to the dining room to look for food has walked into the case with a dragon carved lacquer plate in her hand, and bowed slightly to the two.

Zhao Jian frowned, and a faint smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "I'm tired, let it go." ”

The maid half-knelt and carefully took the cup out of the lacquer plate, and the moment the lid was lifted, the faint fragrance of lotus seeds overflowed, wrapped in sweetness and diffused into Shen Shenlu's nose. He casually rested the hand holding the thin book on his lap, and turned his gaze to Zhao Jianning: "Hungry?" ”

"If you haven't eaten for most of the day, you're naturally hungry." Zhao Jianning glanced into the cup as she spoke, the soup was clear and moist with a faint golden yellow, a few bright red wolfberries floated on the slippery surface at will, and below were tender white lotus seeds, which easily aroused her appetite.

Little by little, the maidservant poured the soup into the glass bowl, but her skillful movements were disproportionate because she accidentally caught a glimpse of the picture on the booklet, and in a panic, she accidentally knocked over the whole soup soup.

"Slave damned, second lady, second son, please stop your anger!" The maid didn't care about the residual juice that was slowly dripping from the edge of the case, and hurriedly lowered her head, her heart trembled violently, her face was red, and the end of her sight was her knees that were close to the floor.

Zhao Jianning naturally knew what this servant girl had knocked over the cup, but she was curious about what kind of book could scare a well-trained maid into such a look. She couldn't help but raise her eyes and swept towards Shen Shenlu's hanging hand, and a picture of the Spring Palace instantly came into her eyes.

Her expression changed slightly, and then she withdrew her eyes: "It's okay, clean up this and go out." ”

"Second Lady Xie forgive!" Zhao Jianning's calm words made the maid feel relieved, but her face was still as bright as smoke, and she only felt hot.

Looking at the servant girl who was panicking to clean up the case, Zhao Jianning squeezed out a little unclear smile on the corner of her lips, and the undisguised ridicule in her plain words: "I never thought that my husband still has such a hobby." However, it is better to be subtle, after all, this is not the same as it used to be. ”

"Miss, you are wrong to blame Dr. Shen, this book was put down by the Xi Po, saying that it has a wonderful use. He also said that it was normal for this book to be placed in the new house. Orange took off the last butterfly red gold tendrils inlaid with red agate on Zhao Jianning's bun without hurry, and the flower bun bloomed, and a black hair poured down, and waves of ink rippled from Zhao Jianning's shoulder.

In this booklet, Orange Er watched Xi Po put it with her own eyes. As soon as she was curious, she turned the page, and her face changed in fright, and she inevitably counted a few words from the Xi Po, and the Xi Po told her the purpose of the book. At this moment, although she was a little embarrassed to speak, she didn't want her young lady to misunderstand her newlywed husband. Moreover, she knew that her young lady had already taken her marriage indifferently, and there was a suspicion on the wedding night, which really hurt the relationship between the husband and wife two days later, and she didn't know how she would snub her husband in the future. In this way, in the end, it was her young lady who suffered a loss, but she cheapened those concubines. Although Shen Shenlu does not have a concubine now, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no one in the future.

After listening to Cheng'er's words, Zhao Jianning already knew in his heart. She picked up the cup and took a sip gently, her slightly drooping gaze was faint, only looking at the clear blue tea in the cup, and no longer spoke.

Shen Shenlu casually closed the book and threw it into the lacquer plate brought by the maidservant. He had only taken a cursory look at it just now, and he didn't have the heart to read a filthy book like this.

Seeing that the maid had wiped all the cases, Shen Shenlu gave a simple order to the maidservant: "Go, order the cook to make a few delicious dishes and send them." ”

As the outside world said, Shen Shenlu did not deny that he married Zhao Jianning more so that his future career could be unimpeded and prosperous. Another reason is that he is already in the prime of his life and needs a wife.

Even if there is no Zhao Jianning, the Shen family will also choose other official eunuch women for Shen Shenlu as wives. The Donghuan State has a etiquette system that does not allow concubines before having a wife. Although he had a heart, the woman could not help him in his career, and if he wanted to marry her, it would be a struggle against the etiquette system, and he would have to pay a great price. Therefore, we can only wait for the future to marry the woman as a side wife, which is also a good way to do both.

After a while, the maid went and returned, and opened the layers of curtains and walked calmly towards Zhao Jianning. In the end, it is a girl who has been trained, and at this moment she has completely lost her previous state of panic. Behind her, three maidservants carrying food boxes were followed by bursts of tantalizing aromas that filled the room without opening the lid of the box.

On the table, five white jade carved plates are placed in the shape of flowers by the maidservants in turn, and the dishes on the plate are bright in color and delicately placed. Zhao Jianning was hungry for most of the day, and she didn't care about the reservedness that a woman should have, and before the maid retreated, she picked up a piece of rice cake. The fine golden brushing was born, and then broke off in the soft night breeze, turning into a dense bead of mist lingering on the chopsticks. With a light and elegant fragrance of bamboo leaves, the entrance is soft and glutinous and sweet, and the teeth and cheeks are fragrant, which makes people have an endless aftertaste.

Shen Shenlu saw that Zhao Jianning was elegant and calm from beginning to end without losing his sincerity, and unconsciously asked: "Can these dishes fit the mouth of Mrs.?" ”

"It tastes great." Zhao Jianning took the handkerchief handed by Orange and wiped the corner of her lips. If you think about it for yourself, this meal was tortuous enough, but although I waited for a little more time, I still filled my stomach.

Orange came out with a few maids who had packed up the dishes, and the moment the door closed, all that was left in the room was the faint sound of layers of curtains moving in the wind. The two people on the soft seat were relatively silent, and there was a desk in between, each with their own thoughts.

Gradually, Zhao Jianning's clear apricot eyes seemed to be covered with a hazy veil of sleepiness, and the candle flame became blurry in her eyes. She couldn't resist the sleepiness, and took the lead in breaking the silence of the room, getting up and going to Mu Shi. The cloak of the wedding dress slowly faded in her hand, and the long hair splashed ink was scattered at will behind her, and when she turned around, Shen Shenlu had come to her closer. (Mu Shi: A rack for clothes in the pre-Qin period.) ）

He raised his finger and hooked her delicate chin, forcing her to meet his clear eyes: "Scared? ”

She naturally knew what he was referring to, although she was a little reluctant, but sooner or later there would be a moment, so it was better to face it calmly. The candle lit his eyes, and she looked at the calm face reflected in his eyes, and said lightly: "What is terrible, this is just an ordinary thing between husband and wife." ”

His hand on her slender waist tightened, and he took her into the account. With a wave of his hand, the fiery light gauze tent fluttered down. The gorgeous costumes fell to the ground layer by layer, and the melting halo cast two intertwined shadows on the wall, and the spring night tent was warm, leaving only a little red on the bed.