Zhuo Yilin sent Zhuo Rufeng to find Wenjun and told her that he had agreed to the two of them marrying.

Although Xiang Lu is a small landlord, compared to the Zhuo family, it is simply a sesame watermelon.

Zhuo Yilin asked Rufeng to give Xiang Lu 100,000 taels of silver, let him buy a bride price, prepare three books and six ceremonies, go through a formality, and after marriage, both of them moved to Zhuo's mansion to live.

Rufeng loves her sister and customizes a luxurious wedding dress for her. Wen Jun put it on, it was really alive and well in the sunset of the day, reflected in the Qiong Tower, obliquely illuminated the maple flowers, the blue water was gone, and the waves of golden light were shining, what a beautiful woman to marry to.

Xiang Lu was asked to change into a groom's costume at home. Red, long and chic, affectionate, picturesque. This kind of son still seems to have escaped from the home of the world with red letters, and made a sunset by the clouds, a total of sunset, life and death together, and lost his soul in the world.

Xiang Lu was dressed in red, riding a high-headed horse to Zhuo's mansion to greet his relatives, and the bearing of the crowd seemed to shock the world.

The forehead horns are grand, the eyes are like paint, and the corners of the mouth are vivial, it is really a yellow eel in the ditch, and it becomes a dragon when it is stripped off.

"Hey, this Sima Xiang Lu Yi is really amazing when he dresses up, so, Miss He Zhuo is really a talented woman."

"Yes, I don't think this Sima Xianglu will be an idler in the future."

Xiang Lu Ying came to the gate of Zhuo's mansion, and when Zhuo Yilin saw it, he was shocked at first: "This kid is really like Sima Yu, he is heroic and magnificent." If it weren't for Sima Yu harming me, I would really want to marry my daughter to you. Thousands of mistakes are to blame for your surname Sima. ”

Xiang Lu got off the horse and saluted Zhuo Yilin, and at this time, Wen Jun also came out wearing a wedding dress and a red hijab.

Xiang Lu greeted Wenjun in a sedan chair, rode a horse, and slowly went back.

Zhuo Yilin was angry and helpless, but he was no longer too sad when he thought of his daughter going home to live in the future.

When they arrived at Xiang Lu's house, Xiang Lu and Wen Jun prepared to worship the church, and Li Ji also came to congratulate.

Because Xiang Lu has no relatives and no reason, only the villagers have been familiar with each other for a long time, so the villagers have come to watch the ceremony to congratulate, although the ceremony is light but the heart is full.

After worshipping the church according to the procedure, Wenjun entered the cave room.

Xiang Lu drank with everyone in the courtyard and tossed for a few hours.

At night, in the cave room, the mandarin duck quilt, the red Luo tent, and the beauty bed pondered.

Xiang Lu pushed open the door and slowly walked in front of Wen Jun, wanting to lift her red hijab, but he didn't dare.

Wen Jun was anxious: stupid, Sima Xianglu, still hasn't lifted the hijab.

Xiang Lu sat on the stool all of a sudden, and said, "Miss, Xiang Lu should not ruin your reputation and let you suffer with Xiang Lu." ”

"Husband, the concubine has never disliked her husband." Wen Jun said shyly.

When Xiang Lu heard this, he felt even more ashamed: "Taking advantage of people's danger is no longer a gentleman's doing." There is no merit and no name, how can you let the young lady suffer. ”

When Wen Jun heard Xiang Lu Mo's words, she said angrily: "Come on, take off my red hijab." ”

Xiang Lu didn't dare to offend Wen Jun, so he reluctantly walked over and took off the red hijab.

Xiang Lu saw Wen Jun under the candlelight and was beautiful and moving, as if walking out of the painting, and couldn't help blushing.

Wen Jun was shy again, and when she saw that Xiang Lu didn't move for a long time, she just thought in her heart: Idiot, hand over a glass of wine.

Xiang Lu realized that he was going to carry out the next procedure, but his heart was still swaying from side to side.

"Husband, it's time to drink a glass of wine."

Xiang Lu obeyed Wenjun's instructions, took the wine, and the two drank each other.

Wen Jun's face lowered in shame, and Xiang Lu looked scowled.

"Husband, let's rest in peace." Wen Jun said softly.

"Okay." After speaking, Xiang Lu turned his head and went to sleep.

Seeing this, Wen Jun kicked him out of bed, "Stinky thing, Miss Ben is like this, you still ......", said and lowered his head, "That's it." ”

Xiang Lu stood up, sat next to Wen Jun, and slowly put his mouth close to Wen Jun's red lips, but he couldn't get out of his mouth for eight hundred years, and Wen Jun took the initiative to kiss him when he saw it.

Just when the two of them were burning with desire, they suddenly pushed Wenjun away from Lu, got into their own quilts, and covered their heads.

"Dead thing, you're so bad." How Ren Wenjun beat him and pretended to be asleep to Ludu.

Xiang Lu has been thinking about that day, and he feels very strange, he is obviously dizzy, and those blood stains are a bit obvious, not like something after copulation, because he is a man himself, and he understands what is missing. He only agreed to marry her in order to protect Wen Jun's reputation, and returned her innocence after the matter was investigated. Although Wenjun is beautiful, she is too afraid of her, not as gentle and easy to talk as Zhang Ling'er.