Chapter 230: Three Landscapes
What Zhou Hexi didn't know was that today was also the day when Sun Chanjuan and Wang Haoxuan got married. She is different from Meng Fuya and Tortoiseshell, the two of them don't care where they marry, they always sit back in the sedan chair, and Sun Chanjuan doesn't even have the opportunity to sit in the sedan chair.
The wedding is very simple, carried by the bride across two small braziers, up a few steps, to the main room and Wang Haoxuan to worship heaven and earth, after three worships directly by the bride, maid, mother-in-law embraced into the cave room.
In the cave room, the big red? Swollen fingers? What is the cocoon nest? Wax dry habits? (16) Widow seal 9. Upsetting R cricket [?? Cough?? Then?? Kong puppet Kang Kang Nan Tsui Chao? Bitter and sloppy? Hanging ??? Close? Qiu wandering? Into the system? forgive
The Wang family is thin, and most of the people who interact with them are friends in the business field, and the banquet is only set up for a dozen tables, with a maximum of six or seven people per table, which is sparse and sparse, and the wedding of the two is simple and deserted.
Wang Haoxuan forced a smile and toasted from table to table, and immediately made an excuse to go to the new house after a circle.
He was very worried about Sun Chanjuan's body, lest she would not be able to hold on and fall.
Therefore, when he saw his wife sitting upright on the wedding bed, he breathed a sigh of relief. Xi Niang was in a daze until now, and she didn't yawn. has been a bride for half her life, and it is the first time she has encountered such a boring wedding. When Wang Haoxuan entered the door, Xi Niang immediately gave him the wedding scale.
"Please ask the groom to pick up the bride's red hijab!"
As a result, I saw a terrifying face like a female ghost, with a white and white face mottled vertically and horizontally, a red mouth like drinking blood, and "blood" dripping from the corners of the lips......
Xi Niang "ah" was in good spirits, fell to the ground in fright, and then ran out with a roll......
Compared with Sun Chanjuan's embarrassment, Meng Fuya's night in the cave can be described as a fairyland on earth. From the moment she entered the mansion, she felt that the subordinates in the mansion respected her, and the elders liked her, although she couldn't see, her ears could hear clearly.
Besides, Guang Hanling didn't socialize too much in front, and the time was just right, and he pushed the door in a gentle tone.
Then, pick a handkerchief and drink a wine...... It was night, Guang Hanling was extremely greedy, although they had already had a skin-to-skin relationship, but this time, Guang Hanling was domineering, mature, and wild......
Extremely tired, Meng Fuya smiled at the corner of her mouth and gradually fell asleep.
Oh, before going to bed, she also inexplicably thought of Zhou Hexi, and the tortoiseshell that dared to stand in front of her sedan chair today, one is a rice bucket that has not landed so far, and the other is a lowly maid with a rice bucket...... And she is no longer Miss Meng San, from this moment on, she is the wife of the prince of the Fuguo Mansion, the future Duchess of the country!
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The tortoiseshell, who was repeatedly abused by Meng Fuya as a low-level maid, was hugging Zhou Ping'an and crying bitterly. Although it was midnight and the wedding procedures had been completed, the two had not yet freshened up.
Zhou Ping'an carefully hugged her into his arms, caring for her softly, but the tortoiseshell kept crying.
Zhou Ping'an said, "I'm sorry, it's my incompetence that made you suffer this humiliation." ”
The tortoiseshell said, "No, people are right, I am a maid, but I will never allow anyone to humiliate the eldest lady." ”
Zhou Ping'an said, "You are right, the eldest lady is our benefactor and has given us a new life, and I will never allow anyone to humiliate the eldest lady." ”
The tortoiseshell is still crying.
She said that she could marry him like a dream.
Zhou Ping'an pulled her hand to her chest and told her that it was real, not a dream.
The tortoiseshell is still crying.
Later, she said that she was so happy that she cried.
Zhou Ping'an swore that he would want her to be happy every day in the future.
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Therefore, the night of the newlyweds in the cave room is almost used for a long conversation with candles.