Beside the wedding candle, Cui Shiniang, who had already changed into regular clothes, looked at Li Shan who came in with a smile, "Mr. Lang is back."
After getting married, "Langjun" will become Cui Shiniang's special vocabulary. Well, it can also be used by Xiaoman and Zhou. The personal guards and servants will change Li Shan's name to "Alang", and his future sons will be called Xiaolangjun.
While Li Shan also changed into regular clothes, he looked at Eleven Niang carefully up and down. After all, he could only look at the face when he was worshiping. Only now did he realize that she was not just taller.
"How about we call Eleven Niang from now on?"
Cui Shiniang was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, she nodded. Logically speaking, Li Shan was the heir to the title, and Eleven Niang was the head wife, so she should be called Madam. However, Zhu was the wife of Zheng Guo, so there was inevitably some confusion.
However, this situation will not last long, because Li Shan has the trust of Li Yuan and has made great contributions to the country. He surrenders his military power and returns to Beijing. Regardless of whether it is for official or private reasons, Eleven Niang will soon receive a formal imperial edict. However, I don’t know if she is the madam or the princess... After all, Li Shan is not of royal blood.
As for the historical title of Niangzi in Li Shan's memory, it should actually be the name Cui Shiniang was given by the servants. If she gives birth to a daughter in the future, she will be the little Niangzi.
"Have you had a meal?"
"The A family sent Xiaoman here just now."
The Sui and Tang dynasties followed the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and the father-in-law and mother-in-law were called aunt. The most famous saying is "Last night in the bridal chamber, red candles were lit to wait in front of the Xiaotang to pay homage to aunt." However, usually the daughter-in-law calls her mother-in-law "Ajia".
"That's good." After sitting down, looking at the two gourds tied with red silk thread on the table bank, Li Shan sighed with a smile: "Finally we have reached the last level."
Cui Shiniang covered her mouth and smiled, "Third sister already poured some wine before leaving."
It is indeed the last step, the Heyuan ceremony, which is what later generations call the drinking cup.
Li Shan lowered his head and smelled it, and said with a smile: "Fortunately it's rice wine. If it's Yuhuchun, then tonight's business will be delayed."
This sentence made Cui Shiniang's cheeks turn red, and she felt that Li Shan's gaze was like a flame, burning her face.
Li Shan clicked his tongue. It seemed that people couldn't bear the poems about tigers and wolves. They would have to train them slowly in the future. While thinking about what he couldn't write, he picked up the gourd ladle and leaned forward. Cui Shiniang picked up another one and also Lean forward.
Li Shan was indifferent as the sweet rice wine entered his throat, while Cui Shiniang's face became even more charming. She carefully fastened the two ladles together and wrapped them with ribbons. This is called "Lian Xin Yi Lock".
Li Shan waited patiently but impatiently, because he was afraid of making a joke about the eldest son of a concubine. He was even more afraid that Zhou and Xiaoman would be forced to have an abortion if they got pregnant. Li Shan had been a monk for nearly two years. , patience is really worn out.
"Madam..."
As soon as these words came out, Li Shan discovered that there was a maid standing in the corner of the new house, and stepped forward to help Cui Shiniang... The latter seemed to be dizzy from the alcohol.
Li Shan glanced at the gourd and the gourd, the amount was really quite big... Third sister is really good at calculating!
I didn’t use Yuhuchun because I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to do my job. I poured so much rice wine just so that I could do my job!
"Get out." Li Shan stood up and took Cui Shiniang, put his arm around her thin shoulders, drove the maid out of the new room, and carefully placed her on the bed.
"Mr. Lang..."
"Don't be afraid, the joy of the boudoir is better than that of a thrush."
Li Shan reached out to untie his clothes, but Cui Shiniang reflexively dodged and murmured inaudibly.
"Oh!" Li Shan quickly blew out the wedding candle and got into bed.
In the darkness, only the rustling sound of clothes could be heard, mixed with Li Shan's voice, and then Li Shan's desperate voice sounded.
"Somebody come!"
The maid waiting outside the door asked cautiously: "Madam? Alang?"
"Light the candle."
The maid opened the door and came in, lit the wedding candle, turned around and saw an expressionless Li Shan sitting on the edge of the bed with his clothes half untied, while his wife was leaning on the head of the bed, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, a little shy, a little wanting to smile, but also a little satisfied. .
It’s so shameful that I can’t untie it!
The monkey touched her anxiously for a long time. It was so hot that he couldn't untie his clothes and was so embarrassed.
After all, it was late spring and it was time to go out at dusk. Although Cui Shiniang did not wear three layers inside and outside, she still wore a lot of clothes. The most important thing is that Cui Shiniang was, after all, a serious girl from an aristocratic family. Even the regular clothes are very different from Zhou's and Xiaoman's... Well, in fact, even if they are Zhou's and Xiaoman's regular clothes, Li Shan is not very good at it, but he won't turn off the lights at that time.
With his eyes signaling the maid to go out, Cui Shiniang snuggled up funny, her chin resting affectionately on Li Shan's shoulder, "I often heard my father mention that the husband is nostalgic for the flowers, but today I know that this is not true."
Cui Xin, you bastard... Li Shan's face finally looked better, and he kissed his face sideways, "In the fifth year of Wude, when we were leaving by boat in Qinghe County, we met for the first time. Who could have imagined that today, Thank you Eleven Niang for your favor."
"My husband dotes on you, my mother dotes on you, and my husband will dote on you even more in the future."
Cui Shiniang didn't hear the accent, and remembered the poem "Last year, today, in this family", and lamented that this marriage was actually not easy, and said softly: "Today's makeup-inducing poem... Lang Jun really only has this one." Into a poem?”
"Are you still satisfied?"
"It's too much to boast about." Cui Shiniang whispered, "I'm afraid I can't afford to be my concubine."
"Deserve it." Li Shan said happily: "A certain Li Huairen was born in Lingnan and became famous in the north. His reputation spread throughout the country at a young age. There are many heroes in the world, but only a few can catch my eye. Among them are women. Two, one is the third sister and the other is the eleventh mother." 33
Li Shan said this sincerely. When he cut off Cui Bo's head, when he went out of Yanmen to pursue Yu Gushe, when he cut off the news in Guji Town and did not know whether he was alive or dead, Cui Shiniang gave him all the advice. He gave her the strongest support and even moved into Li's house to serve the Zhu family day and night.
After chatting for a few words, Li Shan changed the topic, started talking about irrelevant things, and started to act rashly... Unfortunately, he couldn't do it right.
In the end, Cui Shiniang had no choice but to undress herself, her face flushed, and she deliberately whispered: "Does Mr. Lang still have a poem?"
"There is one more song." Li Shan thought for a while and touched the short beard on his chin, then chanted: "Pity for me growing by the grassy stream, with orioles chirping in the deep trees."
"The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing."
Cui Shiniang was a little confused, "This poem..."
"Is it not good?"
"When did Lang Jun do it?"
"It was April last year." Li Shan said seriously: "I got it from the Longzhou Scenery Stream, but it's just not suitable for makeup."
Under the red candlelight, Cui Shiniang's complexion is as snowy and as delicate as jade.
That night, after the wedding candles were burned out, the maid waiting outside heard the patter of rain, as if spring rain was falling.
Some people died, but not completely...
