For a long time, it was so long that the wax was half burned, the slight sound of the candle breaking broke the silence in the room, and the unfamiliar breath came to his face, Shen Zhihe closed his eyes suddenly, but he only felt that the shroud on his body was pulled up, and his calloused fingers crossed her collarbone, causing a tremble, Shen Zhihe raised his eyes in surprise, and only caught a touch of self-deprecation.

Meng Jinghuai stiffened her face, hiding her anger, quickly put on her inner wrapping clothes and turned around, picked up the wine jug and walked to the hard side of the collapse and half-leaned, closed her eyes tightly, poured a sip of wine on the side of her face, and said hoarsely: "Don't worry, I won't touch you." ”

Wine stains spread on his red clothes, burning Shen Zhihe's eyes.

Xu felt that Shen Zhihe was still standing there, Meng Jinghuai drank all the wine from the wine jug, reset it to the ground with a snap, and glanced at her, just one glance, which made her heart hurt fiercely.

"Rest in peace."

After that, he turned sideways and stopped looking at her, as if he was sleeping in his clothes.

After waiting for a while, Shen Zhihe slowly took off his boots, lay on the bed with a slight movement, pulled the joy quilt high to cover his face, breathed a sigh of relief, and suppressed the inexplicable emotions in his heart.

She knew that if she did this, Meng Jinghuai would definitely not touch her, obviously, she won the bet.

The wine gradually hit, Shen Zhihe had never drunk alcohol, and he was really tired today, so after a while, he put aside his thoughts and fell asleep.

Hearing the sound of long breathing, the man who had fallen asleep opened his eyes slightly, turned around and stood up, walked to the end of the bed without the slightest sound, and picked up the white handkerchief.

Then his eyes burned, staring at Shen Zhihe on the other end, the heavy light and shadow sprinkled, he raised his hand and stroked his face, so close that he could feel Shen Zhihe's breath sprayed on his face, and Meng Jinghuai's eyes were full of emotion.

The delicate child sleeps quietly, and her eyebrows are the same as back then.

Forcing himself to withdraw his hand and put down the festive bed curtain, Meng Jinghuai held the white handkerchief to the front of the case, his eyes were dark, and without the slightest hesitation, he cut his fingers with a knife, and the bright red gushed out and dripped onto the handkerchief, like a blooming Buddha mulberry flower.

Meng Jinghuai slowly took out a half-worn sachet from the underwear pasted inside, and the other uninjured hand carefully stroked the Suzhou embroidered mandarin duck with his fingertips, and the tie was loosened, revealing the red signature inside.

The coming day is long, and what he has is patience.

The red blue candle gradually extinguished, the sky became cloudy and clear, and at dawn, the faint light scattered in the world, falling on the black blue under the eyelashes of the young man sitting in the room.

The delicate willow eyebrows on the bed frowned, slowly opened her eyes, and saw the unfamiliar decoration, her confused head was instantly awake, she sat up with her body propped up, her hair was slightly scattered, and the shadow on her forehead was oblique.

"Awake?"

The place where the sun did not shine in the room was thick and gloomy, Shen Zhihe opened the bed curtain, startled by the hoarse voice, and then looked over, only to see Meng Jinghuai sitting in front of the bookcase with his back straight.

"Are you ......" Shen Zhihe hesitated to speak, and used the coolness on his back to leave the futon to concentrate on it, "You sat all night?" ”

Meng Jinghuai was noncommittal, just looked at her thin underwear and frowned, got up straight and took the coat that had already been prepared on the side and put it on.

Before Shen Zhihe could react, her tall body had surrounded her, her body stiffened, her heartbeat was faintly audible in the silence, and she wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Meng Jinghuai.

"Come in."

Meng Jinghuai carefully fastened the buttons of his clothes, smoothed out the folds, and then let go of Shen Zhihe, his thin waist was straight like a green pine after the first snow, he shouted at the door, and the maid who had been waiting for her came in with things in her hands, and they all lowered their heads and did not look at the two of them.

"Miss......" Ying'er stepped forward quickly with a copper basin of clear water, looking at Shen Zhihe with red eyes, and as soon as she shouted out, she was glared at by the mother-in-law on the side, and she changed her words stiffly, "Madam, clean your face." ”

Shen Zhihe glanced at the mother-in-law lightly, her eyes were very raw, she was about the son of the Meng family, she had just married now, and it was not appropriate for her to act rashly.

Shen Zhihe rinsed his mouth with a handful of warm tea, took the ether fragrance and cleaned his face, and looked at the side face of the person in the bronze mirror through the gap between the makeup and the bun.

"Young master," the mother-in-law stepped forward respectfully, and the last two words were bitten heavily, "The old lady specially sent a slave and maid to collect things." ”

Shen Zhihe's heart sank.

Meng Jinghuai rinsed his mouth, took the soft handkerchief soaked in water and cleansed his face, and then pointed with his hand unhurriedly: "Go." ”

The woman opened the bed curtain, approached the end and saw a bright red on the Xipa, she skillfully put away the handkerchief, turned around and went out to salute: "The slave will go back first, the young master and the lady should not forget to go to the tea ceremony for a while." ”

Meng Jing bowed his head, and the mother-in-law left.

Except for Ying'er, the other maids and maids went out, Shen Zhihe's complexion was stable, and his actual mind was still in a trance.

"This plum hairpin lining you." Meng Jinghuai stepped forward steadily, took the hairpin in Ying'er's hand, and gently put it on for Shen Zhihe, facing the delicate eyes in the bronze mirror, "White skin." ”

The vague feeling seemed to be forced into the veins, and the hot blood made it swell and agitate, Shen Zhihe lowered his eyebrows and settled his mind: "Ying'er, go and get my cloak." ”

Ying'er responded, went out of the outer pavilion with light steps, and carefully locked the door.

As soon as the door lock fell, Shen Zhihe got up and faced Meng Jinghuai's face, and his tone was calm, affirming: "You made the veil." ”

Meng Jinghuai hummed lowly.

Shen Zhihe suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that Meng Jinghuai's heart fluttered, and he only looked at her.

"Meng Jinghuai," Shen Zhihe called his full name, Yuanshan Qingdai imitated her willow eyebrows, but there was a vague look in her eyes, her voice was very soft, muttering, sighing and asking herself, "Why are you so troubled." ”

Why are you so troubled?

Meng Jinghuai asked when she heard her.

Covered with a layer of frosty mist in his deep eyes, Meng Jinghuai took a step back: "Yesterday, you carried a sedan chair into my Meng Mansion, and the world knows that you are my wife, why do you refuse me thousands of miles away." ”

"You know ......"

"I don't know." Meng Jinghuai interrupted her forcefully.

Shen Zhihe was silent, his eyes were like jade quenched with blood, and just one glance made his heart like a drum.

In the middle of the ring, Shen Zhihe took the lead in looking away, she buttoned up the makeup box, and her tone softened a little: "It's time to go and serve tea." ”

After that, he stopped looking at him and called out to Ying'er.

Without waiting for Ying'er to enter, Meng Jinghuai gently left a sentence: "Mother has a strong personality, and her heart is not bad, don't be afraid, I'll wait for you outside." ”

Then he turned around and went out.

Ying'er put on a cloak for Shen Zhihe, the cloud brocade cloak was woven with intricate makeup of gold and color, and the collar was tied with a very regular knot, she sniffed and carefully helped Shen Zhihe out.

Shen Zhihe looked at her appearance, his mood improved, and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Madame is being bullied." The warbler murmured.

Shen Zhihe couldn't help laughing.

Ying'er has been following her maid since she was a child, and she was raised by her mother, and she is one year younger than herself.

"I wasn't bullied, and I still cried when I was old." Shen Zhihe gently teased her twice, and Ying'er smiled again.

Walking to the outer pavilion, I saw Meng Jinghuai standing there with his hands behind his back, Shen Zhihe smiled, stepped forward steadily, and the two walked out, but Shen Zhihe was half a step away from him.

A wife should not be in parallel with a husband, and this sentence can be taught clearly to grandmothers.

Bypass the corner corner of the jade carved jade corridor of Qiong, straight to the main room outside the hall, in the hall neatly stood two rows of maids, all of them held their breath and stared, bowed their heads and said nothing.

It seems that this old lady Meng is not an ordinary rule.

Before getting married, Shen Zhihe had heard that General Meng Lao was from a humble background and was an official position with his own hands, and now although he has been robbed of military power, the emperor is still responsible for Meng Jinghuai, and Mrs. Meng is from a famous family and is the daughter of an orthodox family.

Thinking like this, Shen Zhihe was already standing in the hall, she kept the rules and lowered her eyes and did not look at the two people in the hall, until Meng Jinghuai saw the salute, she followed the salute and raised her head.

General Meng Lao bowed his head, and the momentum of many years of war did not fade even in civilian clothes, and he was not angry and arrogant, while Mrs. Meng on the side was holding Buddha beads in her hand and staring at her.

Shen Zhihe's heart tightened.

The mother-in-law served two cups of tea, Meng Jinghuai bent down to salute, Mrs. Meng looked at him, and finally showed a smile between her eyebrows, and took a sip, and the mother-in-law said a few auspicious words on the side, and it was over.

When she arrived at Shen Zhihe, she picked up the tea made by her maid, it was piping hot, but her face was not obvious, she bowed slightly, lowered her eyes and said respectfully: "Daughter-in-law respectfully." ”

General Meng snorted, took the tea and drank it, without saying anything, Shen Zhihe breathed a sigh of relief, repeating the previous action, but felt a pain in his fingertips the next moment.

Syllable.

The fine white porcelain cup shattered to the ground, the sound of landing was so crisp, and the hot tea was sprinkled on Shen Zhihe's hand, and it quickly became red and swollen.

The new daughter-in-law deliberately knocked over the teacup when she served tea, which was the result of others seeing.

"My Meng family really married a good daughter-in-law." Mrs. Meng sneered on the seat, looked at Shen Zhihe who was kneeling on the ground, and her voice sounded, "This tea, don't drink it." ”