When I saw him for the first time, my heart was full of determination, and suddenly turned into a little cowardice, and I was too cowardly to approach him.

The sky was faint, and the main hall was lit one by one, and he stood on it, his face was slightly blurred, his clothes were dressed, and the twilight wind blew the jade hanging on his waist, and the teeth collided, and a jade sound sounded.

"Queen Mother," the palace man didn't dare to raise his head, and said softly, "Please go to the palace." ”

Zhang Yan snorted, took a deep breath, made a bright smile, Han Lian and Mu Xi took up the long robe, stepped on the palace steps, crossed the courtiers, walked towards Liu Ying step by step, and bowed down to the concubine Zhang to wish the emperor ten thousand years.

At a close distance, she heard Liu Ying's voice and said softly, "Get up." Secretly looked up at each other, and saw that in the desert twilight, he was wearing a dark robe, and his figure was a little thinner than when they met last year, but his chin was strong and strong, his face was a little pale, as handsome as before, and his eyebrows were gentle.

So immediately enthroned, the ministers took the place to salute, to pay homage to the queen, after the Yellow Gate preached three times, and then ascended the throne and announced the amnesty of the world.

Then, "Ah Yan," he called to her, stretched out his right hand, which had distinct knuckles and a graceful shape.

Her heart gradually settled, she looked up at him and smiled, and she also stretched out her hand, shook hands with him, and entered the Xuanshu hall side by side, without squinting.

Where he held it, his palm was big, and her palm was small. She could feel the temperature of his fingertips, and sure enough, it was as cold as water. He is always such a gentle person, although he is reluctant in his heart, he still does not want to make himself feel excluded, so he bends to take care of him.

How many gentle men can you meet in your life?

The hall of the Xuanshu hall is spacious, the dark curtain is light, solemn and solemn, the ninety-six grease palace lamps are burning fiercely, and the whole hall that shines is as bright as day. The pepper is spicy and has a fragrant dry taste.

The wedding of the Empress of the Han Dynasty. It was held in this palace.

The palace people greeted the newlyweds, holding copper baskets in their hands, and watering and washing the newlyweds.

Zhang Yan stretched out her hand, and the palace people poured out the warm hot water from the copper pot, poured it on her hands, transmitted warmth, and finally fell into the pot with a loud sound. The furnace in the hall burned fiercely, and occasionally made a sound of rattling, which made her suddenly have an illusion. From the cold winter nights to the spring flowers.

In the disposal of the palace of the couch, there is another lacquer painted dragon and phoenix to present auspicious food table. Liu Ying stood in the west and invited Zhang Yan to sit down. Sit opposite each other. The praiser used a small dagger to cut off a small piece of deer breast on the case, and placed it in front of the newlyweds, and when eating together in the same prison, Zhang Yan secretly looked up at the opposite head, and saw Liu Ying's expressionless face, but the action of raising the spoon to taste the wine and rice was natural. It looks calm.

For some reason, she smiled with the corners of her lips curled.

suddenly remembered that night in Shangshan many years ago, she had also sandwiched something in Liu Ying's case.

She once ate the tempeh on his case, and he once smashed her peach and plum fragrance, as if there was a providence in the dark. And thinking about it like this, I feel that the dry and cold food in my mouth has also become delicious.

Yousi presented a brocade silk tray, and the newly picked gourd was cut into two pieces. Tie it with red silk thread, put it on the plate, and ask the emperor to make a joint ceremony. Liu Ying and Zhang Yan each held a scoop and poured wine and drank each other. The melon has a bitter taste, and then a clear wine. It was contaminated with bitterness, and Zhang Yan couldn't help frowning when the wine entered her throat. However, the praiser congratulated on the side, "Lian Licheng, than the wings." Husband and wife are in prison together, and from then on they are the same, and they are together, and they are the same body, and they do not avoid honor and disgrace. Heaven and earth for a long time. The voice was solemn, and he felt solemn.

The couple exchanged the remaining half scoop of wine, and when they were fighting, she accidentally touched Liu Ying's skin, and couldn't help blushing and heartbeating.

The so-called ritual of joining hands with the prison refers to the newlyweds eating together on the same dining table, and exchanging drinks with red silk to connect the scoops, which means that from now on they will become husband and wife, become one, share weal and woe, and be married forever. The whole wedding was quiet and solemn, and there was a power to engrave people's hearts.

The praiser poured the wine again and bowed to the knight. The bride-in-law and the bride bowed to him. Praise the ground to sacrifice wine, and then drink a toast and bow. The bride-in-law and the bride bowed to him. Remove the food from the feast. He completed the ceremony and sent Liu Ying and Zhang Yan into the dormitory.

Sitting on the couch, Liu Ying lowered her head and looked at this little wife who was not even on her chest, and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

Zhang Yan took a deep breath, carefully hid her sadness, raised her head and called, "Uncle." A big smile on his face.

Liu Ying was stunned.

This familiar title eliminated the awkward atmosphere between the two and brought back a lot of past memories. So that he can pretend to forget the fact that the two have become husband and wife, and find a safe way to get along. And from morning to night on the wedding day, Zhang Yan also showed fatigue on her face, and couldn't help but shrink her toes and relax her taut skin.

"You've been busy all day, are you tired?" Liu Ying paid attention and asked. Helped her take off the crown of dragon and phoenix beads on her head. Untied the bun of the coiled hair, and when the green silk fell on her shoulders unrestrainedly, Zhang Yan sighed, and really felt a lot looser.

Liu Ying looked at her for a while, and suddenly smiled, "You are still so dry and good-looking, you are in the front hall, I was startled when I saw you for the first time." It's almost unrecognizable. ”

"Huh?" Zhang Yanqi said, "Don't you like it?" My mother said that after I put on my makeup, I was much more beautiful than before. ”

"Pretty what?" Liu Ying sneered, "The face is cloudy like a puppet, and I can't see my eyebrows and eyes." ”

"Really?" Zhang Yan was a little deflated when she heard this, but she didn't know why, and her heart was filled with some joy.

A group of palace people covered their mouths and smiled, looked at each other and came out with candles, and in an instant, only the newlyweds were left in the huge dormitory.

The man in front of him, from then on, for her husband and for her, the corners of Zhang Yan's lips curled, and she couldn't help but call "husband" in a low voice.

Liu Ying's back stiffened slightly.

She was so excited that she secretly screamed that it was not good, and she was annoyed that she was in a hurry, so she hugged his waist from behind in a hurry, and called sweetly, "Uncle and husband."

"What nonsense?" Liu Ying reached out and knocked on her head angrily, "What kind of strange name, how did you come up with melon seeds in your head." ”

"Oh, isn't that right?" Zhang Yan curled her mouth slightly, "I think it's very good." You see, you are my uncle and my husband. Wouldn't it be nice if I called you that. Ah, right. She clapped her hands, looking innocent, "I forgot that you are still the emperor, well, that's good, I call you the emperor's uncle and husband, that's it." Good no good? ”

"Don't." He rubbed his forehead and groaned, "I'll have a headache when I hear it." ”

"You don't like it," her voice contained a sense of great pity, as if a strong man had broken his wrist, "then omit the latter two words, maintain the original case, or call your uncle and husband." ”

It's better for you to call me Uncle Emperor as before.

Liu Ying turned her head slightly, and saw Zhang Yan looking up under the candlelight, with a pair of big black eyes, squinting slightly pure like a child who didn't grow up. Soft-hearted, he turned his head sideways and watched the arm-thick candle flame beat.

……

After a long time.

Zhang Yan was poor, so she reluctantly proposed, "Let's play chess." ”

I know there are too many problems between us, and I know nothing will happen tonight, but she looked at the candles burning in the hall, and she didn't want to sit in the cave until dawn in this once-in-a-lifetime cave night.

"Okay." finally had a plan to kill time, and Liu Ying actively agreed.

The night was deep, and the candles in the temple continued to burn, shedding tears of candles. The large bed of four or five people lying on it will not feel crowded, the top of the four tents is crimson and embroidered with peony patterns of ripe brocade tassels, and the tent is covered with nine layers of soft woven cotton from the imperial workshop, and the mandarin duck brocade. Two people who had just been married but were not used to each other knelt on it and argued with the chessboard in the middle.

"Since you have already fallen into the pawn, return the eaten chess pieces to me, don't play tricks." This is a clear male voice.

"How can you be like this, you are my elder, why didn't you let me have the grace?" This is the voice of a delicate girl.

"What does this have to do with letting the son not let go? - Forget it, I don't care about you, just regret it. ”

"Good. - Then I'll be," "Bang" the sound of the chess pieces falling on the chessboard, "down here." ”

"That's right." Liu Ying thought about it seriously, and after a long time, he fell, "It's your turn." ”

"Ah Yan—" He looked up, but saw that the girl couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep on her side.

"Really." He called softly, smiling helplessly and shaking his head.

She lay there quietly, listening to him for a moment of silence, then got up to pack up the chessboard. After a few more pauses, he walked over and picked her up, laying her curled body flat, "It's just a child, after all." He sighed, untied her hair, and finally, pulled the brocade to cover her tightly.

Desperately holding back the sourness in her nose, she actually wanted to cry, but, "Only when I'm asleep will you feel better, right?" She thought sadly, closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep. On the first night I became your wife, I was only a stone's throw away from you, but there was a world in between.

She didn't dare to move, listening to the silence of the hall, and there was no sound.

After a long time, he sighed again, took his hands, and walked out of the dormitory.

And she, she thought she would be awake and insomnia all night, but although the thoughts in her head continued, sleepiness really hit, slowly, slowly slid into sleep.

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This chapter is very tangled and tangled, and it has been tangled with me for an afternoon, and I have to think over and over every word.

Tears run, if every chapter is like this in the future, I don't have to write it.

I don't know what the cave night looks like in everyone's hearts. But in my heart, their cave room night can only be like this. It's sweet and sour to write, it's tangled, and it's very masochistic.

It was decided that from today onwards, I will give this article an alias, called "Uncle's Demolition Plan".

Go ahead and ask for a pink ticket. In other words, not only is my family getting married, but also, this April is also at the end of the month, and the pink ticket should be cleared.

Applause. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )