Lile started, the guests of the mother's family and Li Shimin's dowry to Qinghe also left the princess's mansion and went to the county uncle's mansion.

The long dowry procession stretched for several miles, and the dowry was full of hundreds of carriages, as well as a number of maids and grandmothers.

The grandeur of the scene can be seen. At dusk, the incense cart carrying the bride drove in from the gate of the county mansion with the threshold removed, marking the official start of today's wedding banquet.

Zhang Zheng took Qinghe off the incense cart on his knees, according to the rules, the bride only needs to worship the stove first, and then worship the high hall to enter the new house and wait.

There is no such thing as worshipping heaven and earth and worshipping the high hall, but it is much simpler than when you go to pick up your relatives.

After worshipping the high hall, accepting the blessings and reprimands from your parents, and the threat of not treating the princess Lao Tzu well, sucking you to death, etc.

Zhang Zheng brought Qinghe into the new house. But Qinghe is still in a state of crying and chirping. Zhang Zheng thought that she was leaving her parents at a young age because of parting, so she was unhappy in her heart.

So he comforted: "Good, don't cry, the county uncle's mansion and the princess's mansion are very close, and it's also close to Chang'an, if you miss Your Majesty and Niangniang in the future, you can go back to see them at any time." Zhang Zheng completely coaxed Qinghe as a child.

But don't be coaxed as a child, Zhang Zheng has no other way. After all, Qinghe is only eleven years old, and Zhang Zheng is nineteen years old, and the age difference between the two is eight years, and there is a generation gap between the two generations.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zheng didn't coax it, but this coaxing Qinghe cried even louder. While crying and sobbing: "Woo woo, no, I hurt ......" As soon as Qinghe's words came out, Zhang Zheng finally noticed her abnormality.

It seems that from the time I saw Qinghe, to the time I took her back to the house, Qinghe was sitting upright, with a straight back.

"You've got something behind your back!" Although Zhang Zheng asked, his tone was extremely affirmative.

"Woo...... Well... Hmm..."Qinghe whimpered intermittently, and Zhang Zheng came to Qinghe's side with a frown.

Then he opened Qinghe's auspicious clothes without any scruples, only to see that an inch-long embroidery needle had been deeply submerged into Qinghe's flesh.

Zhang Zheng looked at this needle, and secretly said No wonder, an eleven-year-old girl must be extremely tired after being tossed for so long.

But because of the presence of this needle, the whole wedding process seemed to be in good spirits. I don't know which pervert in the palace came up with the solution.

Zhang Zheng pinched the tail of the needle and gently pulled it out, and a bead of blood oozed from Qinghe's white back. Qinghe's straight back was also pulled out with this needle, and it softened instantly.

"Hmm... Hmph......" Qinghe muttered, and finally stopped crying.

"It hurts the palace to death...... Qinghe's body softened, and he fell into Zhang Zheng's arms. The first time he was held in his arms by a member of the opposite sex, and he looked at his body, Qinghe's face quickly blushed even if it was covered by a hijab.

It's just that she was tired for a day, and Mr. Kong didn't give her food in the morning. In addition, the man behind him in the future is his husband, and he will get along with him day and night in the future, although Yiqinghe is extremely shy in his heart, he has no intention of getting up.

Zhang Zheng saw Qinghe leaning on him, so he gently held her in his arms. An eleven-year-old girl comes to an unfamiliar environment, and the only thing that can give her a sense of security is herself.

At this time, Zhang Zheng felt that it was better not to stimulate her. So Zhang Zheng just hugged Qinghe and gently patted her shoulder to soothe her uneasy emotions.

It's June now, and the two of them are wearing thick auspicious clothes, and after a while, sweat broke out on Zhang Zheng's forehead.

"Husband... Husband...... Are you hot? Qinghe muttered in a low voice, and there was infinite shyness in his words.

"Hot!" Zhang Zheng's answer was concise and clear, he was not a beast, and he had no interest in an eleven-year-old girl.

Just now I was just worried that pushing Qinghe away would stimulate her emotions, but now I heard that Qinghe's words meant that she was also hot, so she straightened Qinghe's small body and sat upright.

Then he ripped off the hijab on Qinghe's head.

"Oh, what about Yu Ruyi...... Qinghe snorted, very dissatisfied with Zhang Zheng's behavior of lifting her hijab with his hand.

"Then I'll cover it and lift it again with jade Ruyi?" Looking at Qinghe's pretty face like a red apple, Zhang Zheng couldn't help but smile dumbly.

"No, it's hot." Qinghe pouted, completely lacking the sense of urgency that today was her wedding day.

"Okay, then you stay in the room for a while, I'll go and have someone bring you something to eat, and I'll accompany you later." Zhang Zheng rubbed Qinghe's head, and his hand hurt from the messy headdress on her head.

Qinghe also knew that there were a lot of guests outside the county mansion now, and Zhang Zheng, as the host here, must have gone out to accompany a group of elders to have a glass of wine and show his face, so he had to nod and say, "Okay, then you have to come back early." ”

"Good!" Zhang Zheng answered, then opened the door and walked out, leaving Qinghe alone in the room bored, holding his cheeks and counting how many lattices there were on the screen window.

…… When I came to the banquet hall, it was inevitable to push the cup and change the lamp. In less than half an hour, Zhang Zheng had already run out and vomited at the pillar three times.

No matter how good Zhang Zheng's wine is, no matter how low the alcohol content in the Tang Dynasty is, it can't stand too many guests today. Everyone poured Zhang Zheng half a cup, and Zhang Zheng was already drunk and couldn't tell the south, south, and north.

In the middle of the night, the noise of the county office finally subsided. The guests gradually dispersed, Zhang Zheng staggered to the backyard, and vomited again at the rain urn in the backyard.

After vomiting into his stomach and sour and unable to vomit, Zhang Zheng sat down on the steps along a pillar. Looking at the messy county uncle's mansion, and remembering that there was an eleven-year-old little wife in the room, Zhang Zheng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

What is going on?

"Shaolangjun, the slave maid will wash your face for you." A timid voice sounded behind Zhang Zheng, Zhang Zheng looked back with his spirit, and he had grown into a big girl's little green dress.

Holding a wooden basin in his hand, with a concerned expression on his face, without waiting for Zhang Zheng's consent, he put the towel in the water and rubbed it twice, and then wiped it for Zhang Zheng.

A warm towel covered Zhang Zheng's face, making Zhang Zheng's spiritual platform somewhat regain a trace of clarity. Xiao Lushang pursed her mouth, and after washing Zhang Zheng's face, she took a willow branch and rinsed Zhang Zheng's mouth with light salt water, and finally washed her feet.

After meticulously finishing this, the little green dress was about to leave without saying a word. was unexpectedly pulled by Zhang Zheng's sleeve.

"Come sit with me for a while." Zhang Zheng had a smile on his face and said softly to the little green dress. Xiao Lushang hesitated for a moment, nodded and replied, "Okay!" Then he sat down on the stairs next to Zhang Zheng.