"Xiang, Xianggong."

Although Zhong Yongfeng's mind was controlled by the half-ghost rabbit demon, the memory of the marriage process in the depths of his mind was still there.

What's next after drinking......

He glanced at the happy bed behind Jiang Fuyuan, and his face was so red that he almost wanted to drop blood.

Jiang Fuyuan turned his head to look at his gaze, and saw a double sour branch wooden bed with mandarin ducks neatly folded, and the bedding was also covered with red dates, peanuts, longan, and lotus seeds.

"Ha, giving birth to a noble son early is quite particular." Jiang Fuyuan walked over and brushed the red dates and peanuts to the end of the bed, patted the soft bed and motioned for Zhong Yongfeng to come and sit.

This happy room has everything, but there is no stool, and if you want to sit, you can only sit on the bed.

Zhong Yongfeng slowly moved to the side of the bed, sat down with half-lowered eyes and a red face, and then began to reach out to untie the complicated beads on his head.

He was not very familiar with these hairpins, and his hair hooked his head in three or two clicks, and he let out a small sigh of pain.

Jiang Fuyuan heard the voice and looked up: "What's wrong?" ”

Zhong Yongfeng couldn't take it off several times, so he simply used brute force, but he underestimated the complexity of the woman's hair ornament, and he didn't succeed in taking it off because his scalp hurt.

Jiang Fuyuan whispered: "Don't move, I'll come." ”

Hooking the hair is a multi-toothed hairpin, the hairpin teeth are wrapped around the hair, and after Zhong Yongfeng pulls it hard, the hair and hairpin teeth are even more entangled.

Jiang Fuyuan half-knelt on the edge of the bed, barely higher than Zhong Yifeng, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, she carefully observed the direction of the winding of the hair strands and hairpins, and gently separated the locks of hair from the hairpins.

When she took off the hairpin, there were still a few strands of hair torn off by Zhong Jifeng.

Handing over the hairpin, Jiang Fuyuan was a little distressed and said, "Next time you can't untie it, call me directly, and the princess will give you an explanation." ”

Zhong Yongfeng took the hairpin, lowered his head and hummed, brushed off all the hairs on the hairpin and gathered them into a strand, and then looked up at Jiang Fuyuan and asked, "Can you give me a little bit of your hair?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan didn't understand but didn't refuse, he took off his hat directly, grabbed a small tuft from his loose hair and was about to pull it.

Zhong Yongfeng immediately stopped her: "Don't! I got it. ”

He carefully pulled out two green silks, pressed the hair roots with one hand, and gently pulled the other hand, and the two thin and soft hairs broke at the waist, and Jiang Fuyuan didn't even feel a little pain.

Seeing him tie the two strands of hair together with the strand he had before, carefully tying the knot, Jiang Fuyuan asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Married as husband and wife, love is unswerving." Zhong Yongfeng lowered his head and wrapped his tangled hair in Xipali and carefully hid it in his arms.

The moment he lifted his clothes, a white porcelain vase rolled out and spun around the ground several times before stopping.

"Soul bottle?" Jiang Fuyuan immediately jumped out of bed to pick up the white porcelain vase, took it to his hand and looked at it, and sure enough, he saw a familiar pattern in a familiar position.

Zhong Yongfeng sat on the bed in a daze, he didn't understand why his father-in-law suddenly jumped off the wedding bed and went straight to a broken bottle, and he couldn't figure out why he was carrying a white porcelain bottle in his arms on the wedding night.

He was a little aggrieved and said, "Xianggong ......"

Jiang Fuyuan didn't have time to comfort her eldest wife for the time being, so she only waved her hand at him, signaling him to wait quietly for a while, and then directly reached out and pulled the stopper of the soul bottle.

A slight yin wind blew, and the little fat who had been holding back for a long time finally came out of the soul bottle.

"Master-" Seeing Jiang Fuyu, Chubby's eyes were teary, and he was about to come up and paste it with a big grin, "Woo woo woo - I finally found you-"

Poof.

A red date pierced the air and hit the little fat noodle door.

In the next second, the red dates passed through the chubby Tianling cover, hit the wall and rebounded to the ground.

Xiao Chubby, who only felt a red shadow passing through the soul body, scratched his head and was confused: "Zhong Jifeng, why are you beating me?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan turned his head, Zhong Yongfeng turned his back on his hand, pretending that nothing had happened, and shouted again with a pout: "Xianggong......"

Yes, she is married to a vinegar jar.

"You are good, don't make trouble, Chubby is his own person...... Ah no, the hell of yourself. Jiang Fuyuan patiently soothed, "You play by yourself for a while, and I will accompany you immediately." ”

Zhong Yongfeng was silent, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked at her without speaking.

This aggrieved little appearance made Jiang Fuyuan's heart sour, and he stretched out his left hand helplessly: "Come, Xianggong hurts you." ”

Zhong Jifeng immediately got up, walked over a few steps and held her hand firmly, and cast a defiant look at the little fat opposite where Jiang Fuyuan couldn't see.

Chubby: ......

"He's crazy?" Chubby looked at the man in front of him in bridal clothes in surprise, "He called you Xianggong?!" Shouldn't I change my tune? What's it called...... Madam? Or is it the lord? ”

"If you're normal, he's just being controlled." Jiang Fuyuan interrupted Xiao Fat's broken thoughts, "Mogan River God is that half-ghost rabbit demon, we have to kill her." ”

Chubby: "How to slaughter?" ”

"Good question." Jiang Fuyuan also wanted to know the answer, but unfortunately there was a really stupid ghost and a fake idiot in front of her, and she couldn't count on any of them.

She sighed, "If it weren't for the dead rabbit who didn't know when to change my clothes, I wouldn't be empty-handed." ”

Now that the ring wood is gone, and the talisman she worked hard to draw for most of the night is gone, how can she make a braised rabbit head?

"It's not empty-handed!" Chubby smiled, "I brought something for the master!" ”

After speaking, he reached out and took out a dozen pieces of yellow paper and a white tortoise shell in the soul bottle: "Look! ”

Jiang Fuyuan's eyes lit up: "You are really a little clever ghost!" It's easy to do with yellow paper, see if I don't draw a training charm to kill this dead rabbit! ”

The praised little chubby grin widened, and happily performed a tongue flick dance at Zhong Jifeng, whose face was sour and dripping.

"Give me cinnabar and a pen." Jiang Fuyuan estimated his drawing speed, "It's dawn now, it should be no problem to draw thirty sheets." ”

"......" Chubby's smile condensed on his face.

Jiang Fuyuan: "What's wrong?" Don't stand stupidly, it's going to be dawn if you don't hurry up. ”

Chubby hesitated: "...... I...... I don't think I brought cinnabar or a pen ......."

Jiang Fu Kite: ......

Oh, she retracted what she just said, and her ghost was still a really stupid ghost.

Chubby cried with a sad face: "Woo woo woo...... Sorry host......"

Jiang Fuyuan sighed in her heart, what can she do with her own family's ghost, pet.

"Alright, don't cry." She spread out the rune paper on the table and took a breath, "You can draw runes without cinnabar." ”

It's just that it hurts a little bit.

As she spoke, she jerked her right index finger in a bite.

Hiss, sharp pain, but not as she expected, leaving only a deep tooth mark on her white fingertips.

Jiang Fu Kite: ??? What about fingertip blood? The scenes in the script that are easy to bite the blood are all lies??

Seeing her looking at her fingers in a daze, Zhong Yongfeng called in a low voice: "Xianggong......"

Then he gently took her hand and took the tooth-marked finger into his mouth.

The warm and moist mouth was wrapped in severely painful fingers, and Jiang Fuyuan had the illusion that his fingers were caressed by the gentle spring water in a trance, and his fingertips trembled, and the slightly rough touch hit his heart like a bolt of lightning.

She retracted her hand, and her fingers were pulled out of Zhong Yongfeng's mouth: "You, what are you doing!" ”

Zhong Yongfeng looked at her ears that were getting redder and redder, and only felt that his heart was soft, and his tone was soft: "A-Niang said, it won't hurt if you lick the injured place." ”

"Xianggong hurts, I'll lick it for you."

(End of chapter)