Fang Yan changed out of his wedding clothes and bathed again before changing into loose casual clothes. It was noon, because the cook was not there, Fang Yan had to temporarily ask for help from the female workers of the tea factory to help make lunch.

In the old mansion of the Fang family, the guests walked and scattered, and some stayed to comfort the old lady. The kitchen was still busy, and although there were not many people left, the wedding feast was still on the way as usual. It's just that there is less laughter and laughter, and the atmosphere is very depressing.

In the Shadow Orchid Villa, after dinner, Fang Yan took a wheelchair to the corridor, bathed in the quiet aroma of orchids, and sat quietly.

Lao Liu went to be busy with the autumn tea, and the small garden shuttled back and forth between the flowers and the flower room, busy with some trivial work. Fang Yan, the groom official, seemed to have forgotten what day it was. In the evening, he felt tired, so he ordered Xiao Yuanzi to push him back to his room to rest.

"Young master, don't forget to ...... after dinner You're going back to the old house."

Although Xiao Yuanzi didn't hear it with his own mouth, the old lady gave Fang Yan's "oral message", but Lao Liu told him to give the young master a reminder, and he still didn't forget it.

"Xiao Yuanzi, when were you bought by the old lady? Hum! That frustrating and burning cave house, whoever loves to go! I'm so tired, I'm going to rest, don't bother me anymore"!

Fang Yan was roaring again, Xiao Yuanzi didn't dare to say any more, and obediently sent Fang Yan into the bedroom. Because he was too tired, Fang Yan soon fell asleep. Dinner was made by the female worker again, and when Xiao Yuanzi went to call Fang Yan, he refused the meal.

At night, the mountain village was breezy and cool, and the people at that time did not have much pastime and entertainment, so they went to bed early. The lady of the tea factory, who helped cook for a day, stayed in Qiu Feng's room. In order to take care of her seriously ill mother, Xiao Yuanzi has been living in a small cubicle on one side of her room.

The mountain villa where you sleep is quiet and peaceful, the orchid fragrance is faint, the moon is bright and the wind is light, and it is still like a fairyland.

Although the wedding was very unpleasant, Fang Yan's dream that night was beautiful. In his dream, he saw Yun Qilan and Zi Yan. Singing and laughter lingered in Yinglan Villa, and the family of three was like a fairy entering the Yao Pond, without trouble, sorrow and sadness.

The dream was too beautiful to bear to wake up, and Fang Yan was still asleep until midnight. And in the old house of the Fang family, the bride Leng Chunzhu has not closed her eyes.

"Oh, it's not a problem for you to keep waiting like this! How can there be a wedding night for the bride to keep the empty room! Or ......"

"Yes, or let's go directly to the villa and sneak into the room while it's dark...... Oh, the rest is up to him! You're still young, make raw rice and cook ripe rice, plant a little cub first!"

The autumn wind, which has not left, is comforting Leng Chunzhu. Haruka next to him also interjected, but his words were a little rude.

"Haruka's words are a bit rough, but they still make a lot of sense. Fang Yan is over thirty years old, and he still has no heirs under his knees. Although he didn't care, this matter was the old lady's biggest heartache. If you can add a vein of incense to the Fang family, then the Fang family in the future will ...... Hehe, but it's your world......"

In the end, it is still Qiu Feng who can speak, and after her explanation, Leng Chunzhu really opened up. Instead of waiting stupidly, it's better to take the initiative to capture it! Thinking of this, she wiped the tears from her face, got up and went to the closet to rummage through it.

"Is it okay for you to look at this"?

Leng Chunzhu took out a long dress, which was bought by the old lady when she accompanied her to the provincial capital two years ago. Despite having a doll collar with lace trims, there is also a hand-embroidered floral pattern on the cuffs. But on the whole, its style is still quite Western-style. None of this is a big deal, and on top of that, the dress is dark purple all over, and it looks almost black at night.

"Oops! Good looking, good looking! Chunzhu, how do you know that I like such skirts? Take it, I'll try it"!

The shortcomings of the hot spring leaves, probably because of the gift of Leng Chunzhu's "old clothes and hats", this time I actually misunderstood.

"What are you doing? It's not for you".

Leng Chunzhu looked at his cousin Chunye and said what was in his heart very directly.

"Huh? Who is that for? It won't be for her...... Right"?

Haruha pointed to the autumn breeze sitting opposite, and unconsciously felt jealous in her heart. And Qiu Feng gave her a contemptuous look in return, and said disdainfully: "Do you think that everyone is like you to take advantage of love?" Look at that stupidity!"

"You...... Autumn Breeze, you're too much, aren't you? If it weren't for the ...... You are my third aunt's brother-in-law, and for the sake of my second cousin's daughter, I would have ignored you a long time ago"!

Chunye talks about seniority like tongue twisters, and even Leng Chunzhu is almost confused. If it weren't for the early death of her parents, she really wanted to go back and ask how many generations had passed between her and these two cousins? Haha, it's really "three thousand miles in one table"!

"What do you mean? Do you want to change your clothes? Are you sick? You're a bride today, how can you change out of your wedding dress!"

Qiu Feng ignored Chunye, but turned the topic to Leng Chunzhu, looking at her puzzled question.

"Do you think I'm like a bride? The wedding was played with mourning music and sent to the tablet of the dead. For me, this dress is a joke and a mockery! It's better to change into casual clothes and feel at ease"!

Leng Chunzhu's anger surged up again, and his emotions were excited again.

"There's a bit of truth to that, but you've got to find the right one, right? You see, how does this one feel......"

"Oops! It's like a funeral, I've heard that foreigners like to wear black for funeral."

Haruka interjected halfway through again, interrupting Autumn Wind's words. Leng Chunzhu and Autumn Wind cooperated very tacitly, and glared at Chunye at the same time.

"It's not as bad as she said, but I look at it, like the night clothes of ancient women."

Leng Chunzhu can accept the statement of autumn wind, at least he will not add to the blockage in his heart.

"What about night clothes? Scold! I wish I had another sword in my hand, so that I could get rid of the demons and take over the demons!"

Leng Chunzhu bit his lip, his words were obviously insinuating, but fortunately, Chunye didn't interject this time. There was silence in the room for a while, and soon Leng Chunzhu changed his clothes.

"Without further ado, let's go. Haruba, you just stay here".

Autumn Wind was assigning tasks to Haruka, and Haruka snorted in her nose, revealing an expression of disbelief.

"You just stay, you won't understand anyway."

Cold spring bamboo is also the same as the autumn wind, so it is arranged for the spring leaves. Haruha shouted at the top of her voice, "Who said I don't understand? I'm a woman who has been married to a woman......"

Spring leaves were still chattering, so Leng Chunzhu ran out of the cave room with Qiu Feng, and backhanded outside, adding a lock to prevent spring leaves from going out.

The two of them trotted and didn't slow down until outside Shadow Orchid Villa.

"This one for you"!

Autumn Wind took out a long strip of brush-like items from the pocket of the flower jacket, and the color was indistinguishable in the night.

"What is it"?

Leng Chunzhu asked suspiciously.

"Hey, drunken incense"!

Autumn Wind pretended to smile innocently.

"What's the use"?

Leng Chunzhu asked curiously.

"It's, it's like this...... Do you understand"?

The autumn wind was in Leng Chunzhu's ears, and he muttered quietly for a while.