"What do you want to call me?" Du Jun's treacherous plan succeeded, and he asked indifferently.

"You are my lady, younger than me, then call ....... Boy. Song Jiang said with a smile.

Brat! Your whole family is a brat!

Du Jun glared, "Call me Xiaojun"

Successfully obtained the proper noun "husband", Du Jun has a small sense of achievement.

Song Jiang doted on Du Jun, who was eating snacks like a little mouse, and poured her a glass of water, "Eat less, it's time to sleep in a while." ”

He had drunk a lot, but he wasn't very hungry.

After eating four or five pieces of palm-sized snacks in a row, and drinking another glass of water, Du Jun also stopped eating.

The next step is the highlight of the day, the cave house.

Stretching out the head is a knife, shrinking the head is also a knife, come on.

Du Jun, who did a good job of psychological suggestion, touched his hair, and no longer delayed, and got into the quilt neatly.

Song Jiang was embarrassed, and sat lightly on the edge of the bed, with his back to Du Jun, tangled ......

Mixed tastes.

"Are you still sleeping?"

Du Jun was also nervous in the quilt, his body was tense, his eyes were closed, waiting for the next step.

After waiting for a while, he felt Song Jiang approaching, sat down, and then ...... There is no then.

"Oh! Sleeping"

Hearing Du Jun's whispered call, he quickly took off his shoes, got into the quilt, and lay on the side in a daze.

The distance between two people, and one more person can lie down.

"Sleep, yes, just sleep!"

Song Jiang kept hinting at himself.

Neither of them took a step beyond the thunder pool, holding each other, looking forward to it, tangled, complaining, and slowly, they both fell asleep.

All that was left was the candle on the table, and red wax beads were constantly rolling down.

In the early morning, Du Jun woke up leisurely, feeling in a daze that there was someone beside him.

It must be Zhao Xiu, this girl secretly came to sleep with her again.

It was so warm to the touch, and Du Jun leaned over again.

Song Jiang woke up when Du Jun twisted his body for the first time.

Feeling the body temperature of the woman next to him, the whole person was like being struck by lightning in an instant, and he didn't dare to move.

Du Jun twisted a few times, and also realized that something was wrong, Zhao Xiu's body was not so hard.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Song Jiang's tense face.

After a few seconds, I realized that I was already married and married to the man in front of me.

Shame on you!

I was able to forget about such a big thing.

The arm slipped from Song Jiang's chest, but inadvertently touched a firm.

"Hmm!"

Song Jiang suppressed his voice, his face covered with red tide.

Du Jun was also praised for his stupidity, knowing that when a man is at his most vigorous in the early morning, you still dare to provoke!

Looking at Song Jiang's flushed face, Du Jun was also ashamed,

His head rested on Song Jiang's shoulder, not daring to make any more movements.

At the time of a cup of tea, neither of them dared to move, nor did they speak.

Forget it, if you have become a husband and wife, that thing will always happen, and besides, this kind of thing is very common in previous lives.

Du Jun closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and slowly put his hand in, grabbed the firm, and said softly: "I'll help you"

As Du Jun's fingers played up and down, soon, Song Jiang's breathing became thicker, and an "ah" sound poured out.

Shy close your eyes, shame, shame.

As the head catcher of a yamen, his subordinates will naturally tell some meat jokes, and occasionally listen to it, Song Jiang still knows a little.

But he, unexpectedly...... Soon.

Looking at Song Jiang's handsome appearance and trembling eyelashes, Du Jun pushed hard, "Go wash it."

Song Jiangru was released, quickly turned over and got out of bed, and went out as if he had escaped.

This silly boy!

Du Jun didn't sleep anymore, got up and simply cleaned up the bed, and nothing happened on the wedding night, so it passed.

What a pity!

When Song Jiang came back with a basin of water, the house had already been cleaned up by Du Jun.

After all, it's newlywed, and there's nothing to clean up.

The two looked at each other and smiled, the layer of paper between men and women was pierced, and the husband and wife got along more casually.

Du Jun took the basin, and after a simple wash, the two went to the kitchen again.

Yesterday's banquet was organized by the chef of the restaurant where Xu's shopkeeper was.

The kitchen is in the back of the main house, a separate small room, and there are still a lot of ingredients left over from yesterday.

Song Jiang has been in Anxian County for two years, and he can still make a simple fire, so the two picked out some ingredients and worked together.

After a while, breakfast was ready.

After eating, Song Jiang went out to get the pig's head that he had ordered earlier, which was a must-have for returning home tomorrow.

Du Jun went to collect his dowry and put it in different categories.

Soon, Song Jiang returned with a pig's head, and saw that Du Jun was busy, so he hurriedly came over to help.

Men and women match, work without getting tired.

The two of them chatted casually while being placed, inadvertently, skin contact, eye collision, and shallow smile, all exuding the sweet feeling of being newly married.

This kind of contact also allowed the two to learn about the subtleties of each other's lives, such as Du Jun does not eat pork and only eats eight minutes full at each meal, and Song Jiang has to get up early every day and practice martial arts for an hour.

Don't underestimate this subtlety, many conflicts between husband and wife are caused by these subtle conflicts of habits.

"Didn't anyone come over from Mingyuan Song Mansion yesterday?"

Du Jun held a cup of tea, leaned on the soft collapse, and asked the man opposite.

Song Jiang also poured himself a cup of tea, and said with a wry smile: "The master should still be angry." ”

At the beginning of the month, he sent someone to send a letter to him on the date of marriage, but the Song Mansion did not react at all, neither replied to the letter against it, nor did he send someone over, just like the Song Mansion did not have him.

"However, Brother Jiu still has a few close friends who have come to Anxian County to play for a few days, and tomorrow night I will have a banquet for you and me in Wangjiang Pavilion, mainly to see your sister-in-law."

"Look at me?"

Facing Du Jun's puzzled eyes, Song Jiang hurriedly said, "It's okay if you don't go, I'll tell them that you're tired." ”

I didn't say I didn't want to go!

Since it's your friend, it's reasonable for me to have a look, thank you!

"You don't want me to go, do you? Think you're ashamed of marrying me? ”

"No, that's not what I mean, hey, I'll tell you the truth, it's my ninth brother, I don't want you to see him."

Seeing that Du Jun was angry, Song Jiang hurriedly explained.

There is a rule in the Song Mansion that sons are not ranked until they are seven years old, and Song Jiang ranks tenth, except for the two sons born to the two main mothers, there are only four other concubines and brothers left.

This ninth brother Song Heng was born to Aunt Li, who was favored a few years ago, one year older than Song Jiang, and studied in a college when he was a child.

Relying on his aunt to be favored, he is also quite loved in front of Song Erye, and he has bullied Song Jiang for fun since he was a child.

When Aunt Hu entered the house and gained a firm foothold, when Aunt Li fell out of favor, Song Heng had already left the house to set up her own door, and she had nothing to do in the past few years.

At the banquet yesterday, I borrowed money from Song Jiang, and one mouth was one hundred taels!

Of course Song Jiang refused, he politely refused, but Song Heng threatened to borrow it from Du Jun, which was also the reason why Song Jiang didn't want the two to meet.

Hearing Song Jiang's explanation, Du Jun said with disdain: "You ninth brother is a soft rice eater." ”