Cui Yourong's body and bones are soft, and he snuggles in his arms.

The stunned eyes were clear and shining, reflecting the bright moon wheel and Chen Yanjun's delicate face, which was not inferior to a woman.

At this moment, there are blood stains on his face, but he has faded his soft color, and the weather is myriad.

Cui Yourong lost his mind until his body and bones were hot, one breath, two breaths, three breaths......

Only then did he hurriedly get up, tidy up his appearance, and said in a solemn voice:

"It's Childe who lost."

Chen Yanjun stepped on the medicine strain, but felt that he had won.

Win hemp!

The beauty is in his arms, and he finally realizes what the soft word for eating soft rice means......

And the feeling of reaching the peak of physical arts, like standing on the top of the mountains, floating like a fairy when introspective, and thick as a mountain when standing.

Standing up to the sky and the earth, it is one.

He felt that even if he was a mortal now, he would definitely have the strength to fight with the Jiupin Martial Artist.

Chen Yanjun was in a good mood, took out the wine jug, and drank it with his head up.

This is the spirit wine that Xiao Yue sent last night, which can warm up his body to heal his internal injuries, he didn't drink it at the time, and put it in the inventory to keep it.

Right now, he is like standing on the top of the mountain, climbing to the peak, the beauty is on the side, the wine is in the throat, such a beautiful day, he can't help but look up at the moon, and whisper:

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace."

It wasn't until he found that his wife was shocked, and he realized that he had inadvertently become a copyist.

Cui Yourong frowned and was silent, pondering the strange verses just now.

She had never seen such a poem, like a long haiku, and like a song, although the number of words was not neat, but there was a unique rhyme.

If you subtract one "que" into a quatrain, you will lose your peace and mind, as if you have lost your soul.

What's more, in just four sentences, the moon is high, even if it is placed in the era of poetry prosperity five hundred years ago, it will not lose everyone's weather.

It can be seen that Chen Gongzi is quite deeply hidden, but in fact, his writing skills are very strong, just like his physical skills, eclectic and myriad.

Cui Yourong listened to his poetry, and it seemed that there were a few more sentences behind, so he kept waiting.

But Chen Yanjun was embarrassed to copy it again.

said that it was done by the future scholar Su University, or it was a lie that the ancients were doing it, and it was not easy for Mrs. to think that it was a deliberate excuse, hiding strength, and pretentiousness.

Thinking about it like this, he became a copyist with confidence.

"It's rare to be a good person, and I play casually, and Mrs. is smiling."

Cui Yourong shook his head with a smile, and did not immediately comment on the poem at the moment.

Seeing that Chen Gongzi was injured, he had an unprecedented momentum, and Rao was rare in a high-level martial artist.

She immediately called Xiaoyue over.

Xiao Yue saw that Chen Yanjun was covered in blood, and her little face turned pale with fright, and she didn't dare to speak.

"Xiaoyue took her son to wash the marrow spring to heal his wounds."

"Yes!"

On the way, Xiao Yue saw Chen Yanjun's light steps and heavy landing, only to know that the injury was not a big deal, so she smiled and said:

"The son is dressed in red like a groom!"

Poof-

Chen Yanjun spurted out a mouthful of blood, and actually sprinkled Xiaoyue's body.

"Ah, now the slave and maid have to heal their wounds."

The marrow washing spring can wash the marrow and also heal the wounds, and the dispensing is different.

Chen Yanjun's body was stained red with blood.

The mist is misty, and the night is sultry, like soaking in a woman's arms.

reminded him of the scene in the arms of the beauty just now......

Xiao Yue was on the side to dispense medicine for Chen Yanjun and wipe his body.

She fantasized about going into the pool together to wash the blood stains on her body, but she didn't dare to take a step ahead of her wife, lest she be sunk in the well.

Chen Yanjun has been soaking in the spring until dawn, and the injuries inside and outside his body are almost healed, and he can't feel a trace of pain.

Eat some snacks, drink wine and tea, and the fatigue is swept away.

At dawn, I went back to my room and lay down.

Because he lost the battle with his wife, he didn't plan to go out.

Listening to Qiu Hao's tone before, it seems that other rescuers have also moved.

That's it, he was ready to sleep.

……

In the Tang Dynasty, there were six steps to get married.

It is called the six rites, which are: Nacai, asking for names, Najib, Nazheng, inviting the date, and welcoming in person.

The Zhang family starts directly from the fourth step.

Na Zheng, also known as the big gift, that is, the man's family sends the letter of appointment and the letter of gift to the woman's family.

One month to two weeks before the wedding, the man's family invites two or four female relatives to bring the bride price and dowry to the woman's home.

Although in the Xianwu era, most of the six ceremonial procedures for marriage were simple, but I have never seen anyone skip directly to the fourth step without the words of the matchmaker.

There were six people in the Zhang family's proposing team, and they did not go through Nanxianfang Street, but came in from the west gate.

The six people are Zhang Gongzi himself, the matchmaker arranged by the Cui family, Zhang Gongzi's mother, Zhang Gongzi's grandmother, and two driving attendants.

He carried six large boxes of dowry gifts: high-quality cotton silk, gold, two-headed spirit beasts, high-quality jade, and eight thousand spirit jade, which amounted to eight million dollars.

The dowry is not too small, but compared to the power and financial resources of the Cui family, it is somewhat foolish.

Because of the support of Gonggong Qiu, who has the power to lean towards the government and the opposition, and the nod of Mrs. Cui, the Zhang family came to propose marriage with a condescending attitude.

Even Zhang Gongzi himself came, to see how the bride was doing in advance.

Seeing that the Zhang family was rude to this, Cui Yourong's welcome lineup was also very confused.

Cui Yourong himself, Xiaoyue, Butler Lei, Mama Feng and the two little guys.

Du Qingchuan didn't see anyone for a few days, and Du Qiumiao went to the palace to take refuge again; And the relatives of the Du family were far away in Luoyang, so they were not notified at all.

This simple welcome lineup and the Zhang family's etiquette can be called a sleeping dragon and phoenix.

Cui Yourong opened the door to welcome the guests and said respectfully:

"Yourong has seen Mrs. Zhang, there are many things in the Cold Food Festival, and there are many things to welcome."

Mrs. Zhang is a six-grade Zen master, but her clothes are extremely luxurious, more than 200 years old, she is still straight, with gray black hair, a fierce face, and extraordinary momentum.

The identity is even more prominent, and when he was young, he was the nurse of the eldest son of Gonggong Qiu.

Yes, Father-in-law Qiu became a eunuch from the palace after getting married and having children...... This matter used to be a secret, and when the world knew about it, Gonggong Qiu had already leaned into power, and no one moved him.

Mrs. Zhang came to the town today, and she glanced around, and saw that the Cui family's welcome was too simple, and she was unhappy in her heart, her eyes were slightly cold, and she said quietly:

"In the Xianwu era, there was not so much exquisiteness, and there was tolerance and exemption."

The middle-aged woman who is in good shape and dressed up in the fashion on the side is Zhang Gongzi's mother, who has practiced in Guozijian for a few years at the same time as Cui Yourong, and she can be regarded as half a classmate.

"Don't come to harm, you've become younger again in the past few years."

Cui Yourong bowed slightly, and only said:

"It's not as good as Mrs. Zhang."

When her husband was alive, she said that Mrs. Zhang was fine, but Mrs. Zhang called her to be tolerant, and she was a little angry as soon as Mrs. Zhang was born.

Mrs. Zhang led everyone into the front yard, looked around, and said coldly:

"Why didn't you see a Du family?"

Cui Yourong said:

"If Mrs. Zhang has something important, she can repair a letter and send it to Luoyang."

Old Madam Zhang's face suddenly turned cold.

Zhang's mother hurriedly made a round and introduced the protagonist of this marriage proposal to the Cui family:

"This is the dog Zhang Wei, I brought him here today to meet your family Qiumao."

Zhang Wei gestured towards Cui Yourong, but his eyes were full of pride.

"Zhang Wei has seen Mrs. Cui."

Cui Yourong looked up, this Zhang family son was not ugly, but his brain was full of fat, shaped like a mountain of meat, wearing a white Confucian robe, holding a folding fan from Japan.

"Qiu Miao is in the palace and will be back soon."

After that, Cui Yourong added another sentence, and the proposal blocked the mouths of Mrs. Zhang and Mother Zhang.

"There is tolerance and loneliness, and there are few children who are not obedient to him, so let everyone laugh, please take a seat."

Then the crowd was ushered into the antechamber.

Xiao Yue and Mama Feng have tea.

The old lady took a sip of tea before gradually dissipating her anger.

"I came to talk about the matchmaker today, there is indeed a hurry, although I am angry with Mrs. Cui, but this matter still depends on Mrs. Cui's intentions."

Cui Yourong didn't plan to call the shots for Qiu Hao's marriage, when she was in Cui's mansion, she was favored by her grandfather, and no one was her master, including the old lady.

"I heard that Zhang Xian's nephew is good at poetry and literature, and he is good at Confucianism, and when I see it today, he is really a talent."

"I always hoped that Qiu Hao could find a good son-in-law, but this child is dedicated to the Tao and arrogant, and has always rejected the affairs of men and women, and the marriage is a major event, and it depends on her own will."

Old Madam Zhang's face suddenly darkened.

"So, your entire Cui family can't even be the master of a little girl's marriage?"

Mother Zhang also chewed her tongue and said:

"Qiu Miao's rejection of men and women...... Could it be that the scholar in your family is thinking about you? I heard that on the day of the Cold Food Festival, that Chen Gongzi also sacrificed his life to save Qiu Mao from the Gudu Alien Beast Incident. ”

Cui Yourong shook his head, and in order to protect Chen Yanjun, he had to lie:

"Mrs. Zhang misunderstood, it was Qiu Hao who saved Chen Gongzi that day."

Zhang's mother didn't believe it at all, looked around, and didn't see the scholar.

"Guozijian hasn't enrolled in school today, what about that Chen Gongzi?"

Cui Yourong said:

"Chen Gongzi has no intention of being male or female towards Qiu Mao, he practiced martial arts last night, and he was injured again, and he is now recuperating in the room."

Old Madam Zhang frowned slightly, and said coldly:

"The alchemist still practices martial arts?"

Cui Yourong bowed slightly:

"If you don't heal yourself, how can you heal others?"

The more Mrs. Zhang listened, the more angry she became, her momentum became more and more cold, and her voice trembled slightly and asked:

"Then when will Qiu Miao come back?"

As soon as the words fell, a high-pitched and long eunuch voice came from the direction of the pharmacy:

"Princess Ping'an has arrived!"