He stubbornly dealt with those who wanted to find out why the prefect and the general soldiers came to give gifts in person, although he wanted to scold, but he couldn't.

Today is Chu Shuolan's day of great joy, and he can't let this marriage have any flaws.

Li Tiezhu dealt with them with a smile, repeating the pretext that had been prepared for a long time, and sent the uninvited guests away.

Wang Cuiqin also noticed that his face was getting worse and worse, she asked him to rest for a while, and the rest of the guests were sent off by her with a smile.

At this time, Li Tiezhu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked back at the huge mansion and thought back to the past ten years.

Whether it's a blessing or a curse or a curse that can't be avoided, he doesn't know what he is about to face next, and what he has to meet.

But he understood that the next days were destined to be peaceful.

……

After Song Yihuan took a bath and became familiar, he wore the same style of middle clothes as Chu Shuolan and walked out of the ear room.

She wiped her hair and walked towards the dresser.

Chu Shuolan was standing in front of the candlestick and picking out the freshly lit wick, even if the dragon and phoenix red candles were burning in the house, the room was a little dark.

Seeing that after Song Yihuan took a bath, he walked out wearing the same middle coat, and the light in Chu Shuolan's eyes suddenly became dark.

At the same time, the pictures on the fire avoidance map that he had seen during the day once again poured into his mind.

The characters in the books are far less good-looking than Song Yihuan in front of him, whether it is facial features or that figure.

The movements in Chu Shuolan's hand paused, and his gaze followed Song Yihuan's figure uncontrollably.

It wasn't until the other party sat in front of the dresser that Chu Shuolan came back to his senses, he put the things in his hand on the table, turned around and raised his feet and walked towards Song Yihuan.

Song Yihuan wiped her hair with a silk cloth, and saw Chu Shuolan standing behind her from the bronze mirror.

"I'll do it."

Chu Shuolan's low and dark voice sounded.

Without waiting for Song Yihuan to refuse, he had already taken the silk cloth from her hand and wiped her hair gently.

Someone served, and Song Yihuan was also happy to enjoy it.

She didn't be polite to Chu Shuolan, she just sat on the stool lazily, enjoying the other party's gentle service.

After all, it was a tiring day, and Song Yihuan's body fell into exhaustion.

Seeing the young man standing behind him through the bronze mirror, Song Yihuan's gaze became confused.

She married Chu Shuolan.

This man's status in the future is so noble, but at this moment, he gently wipes her hair, his movements are jerky and a little careful, and it looks like the first time he has done this kind of thing.

Also, even after so many years of wandering, except for the poison attack in his body, he has never suffered otherwise.

Looking at the young man's serious look, Song Yihuan curled the corners of his lips, and his expression gradually relaxed.

Before getting married, she always had a little scruple about Chu Shuolan and was obviously alienated.

At this moment, looking at Chu Shuolan, who looked like a teenager, she knew that the other party was not the male protagonist who was white and black, and killed ruthlessly in order to survive.

He's just a teenager, he's still in the stage of growing up, or now the other party is just getting started, and everything hasn't happened yet.

And she doesn't have to be so taboo, she doesn't have to treat him as a strong person who kills and kills.

Thinking like this, Song Yihuan's expression became more and more relaxed.

Her body also leaned back involuntarily.

Chu Shuolan wiped his hair for a moment.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Song Yihuan, who was leaning on his waist, with an obvious stunned expression.

It's just that the other party's movements are too natural and too casual, as if they are used to being so close.