What caught his eye was not the delicate white body that Zhang Ji had expected, but an exquisite dark red wedding dress.
From the Zhou Dynasty to the pre-Qin Dynasty, the wedding dress was not the bright red one in later TV series, but was mainly black, supplemented by red, and black and red.
The sky is black (green and black) in color, and the earth is hazel (yellow and red) in color.
The dark red wedding dress expresses people's awe for heaven and earth. It also means that this evening ceremony is a reflection of heaven and earth, praying for heaven and earth to bless a happy marriage.
Madam Hu, who was wearing a dark red wedding dress, stood in front of the bronze mirror. Behind her was Beauty Hu, who was also wearing a dark red wedding dress. She was standing behind Madam Hu, doing her hair.
The black hair draped over the left shoulder has been tied up, fixed with a hosta, and tied into a cloud on the temples. Hu Meiren still has her long hair hanging loose, and the middle strand of long hair is tied into a braid, with red hair. ribbon restraint.
And when Mrs. Hu and Hu Meiren heard the familiar voice and turned around at the same time, Zhang Ji's heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.
Mrs. Hu already exudes a dignified and virtuous temperament. Now she is wearing a dark red wedding dress woven by the Shaofu, with her hair tied up in a bun that is loved by ladies. She looks even more graceful and noble. Coupled with her gentle and gentle personality, she is even more It has a hint of womanhood, like a ripe peach, which makes people want to take a bite and taste the splashing juice.
Hu Meiren still looks like a pink girl, with a somewhat feminine temperament, which can arouse men's protective desire.
Although the two sisters have their own charms, Zhang Ji was amazed by both of them.
"Lang... why are you here?"
Mrs. Hu hesitated for a moment and did not address Zhang Ji as husband before the ceremony. However, she still stepped forward skillfully. Looking at the dust on Zhang Ji's body and the sweat on his forehead, she took out a fragrant handkerchief from her arms. , wiped his sweat, and then gently patted the dust on his body.
Although the evening ceremony had not yet been performed, Mrs. Hu had long been accustomed to this, but Hu Meiren looked at Zhang Ji with her hands on her hips and a smile.
Zhang Ji gently hugged Mrs. Hu's slender waist, and the fire in his heart was not extinguished by the strong wind caused by the galloping, but became stronger and stronger.
Conscience, he was just amazed by Mrs. Hu and Beauty Hu in wedding clothes, not because he had any thoughts about playing with the wedding clothes.
"You started trying on wedding dresses so early. How eager are you to marry me?"
"How about I come and learn the duties of a wife in advance for you tonight?"
Zhang Ji hugged Mrs. Hu tightly from behind, nibbling Mrs. Hu's delicate earlobe, and the hot breath he exhaled hit her fair and jade-like cheeks, causing bursts of blush.
Feeling the fire behind her, Mrs. Hu's cheeks became increasingly red with embarrassment. Following Zhang Ji's explicit and straightforward words, she felt her delicate body gradually softening. She was so soft that she seemed to be hugged by Zhang Ji without any strength. In the arms, let the restless dog paws move around.
"Don't……"
Mrs. Hu's voice trembled slightly.
She was too familiar with Zhang Ji. Although she was not the first person to pay Zhang Ji the courtesy of Zhou Gong, she was the first person to have the kind of skin-to-skin contact with Zhang Ji that Meng Lang felt.
Obviously, Zhang Ji's purpose is not that simple.
Biting her wet lips, Mrs. Hu suddenly pushed Zhang Ji away behind her.
This can't help but make Zhang Ji a little surprised. Is this still the gentle and virtuous Mrs. Hu?
The pink-faced Mrs. Hu was breathing heavily. Although she had just pushed Zhang Ji away quickly and decisively, there was a hint of guilt in her eyes.
Since he is familiar with Zhang Ji, he naturally knows how fierce Zhang Ji is in his prime. At least at this age, Zhang Ji will not feel tired at all after he breaks through to the Grandmaster realm. They are like wolves and tigers.
This public grain is usually delivered until the granary is full. If Guishui did not come to Guishui for a certain period of time every month, Mrs. Hu would sometimes worry that her fragile little body would be torn apart by Zhang Ji.
Zhang Ji, who was ignited with inner fire, was pushed away, and the fire in his body naturally accumulated.
How uncomfortable is it for a man to have his pent-up anger and not be able to release it?
Mrs. Hu could not empathize with her, but sometimes when Zhang Ji deliberately failed to enter the house three times, asking Mrs. Hu to beg him, or using those shameful postures and titles, Mrs. Hu understood the feeling.
Otherwise, with her gentle and conservative temperament, she would not have uttered those shameful epithets, and would have cooperated with Zhang Ji in putting on all kinds of shameful postures.
But at this moment, although Mrs. Hu felt guilty, she did not regret pushing Zhang Ji away.
It is precisely because of his conservatism that Mrs. Hu attaches more importance to obscurity and etiquette.
For a woman, the evening ceremony is the most important ceremony in her life. Especially for Mrs. Hu, a poor woman who was deceived by two men, the meaning of this evening ceremony becomes even more unique.
Seeing Zhang Ji slumped, Hu Meiren couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing softly. The soft laughter like silver bells diverted Zhang Ji's attention to her.
"very funny?"
Zhang Ji took a few steps closer with an unkind look on his face, and pushed Hu Meiren against the wall with a black face, as if he was a bully trying to rob a girl. He raised his left hand high, as if he was about to commit domestic violence.
But Hu Meiren was not panicked at all. The woman who could get along like a fish in Han Wangan's harem and finally get ahead must have seen the world.
Furthermore, it is not uncommon for husbands to beat their wives in any country, but Zhang Ji, who loves them from the bottom of his heart to the point of violating etiquette, would not be able to do anything as long as they did not make a principled mistake.
Therefore, Hu Meiren, who was forced into a corner and faced with a big hand raised high, not only did not panic, but instead greeted the man.
"Do you really have the heart to hit someone?"
The white jade-like arm was slightly raised, holding the big hand, and guiding the big hand to fall on his broad mind. There was faint mist floating in those foxy eyes, as if he was paralyzed by fear. It seemed like he fell into Zhang Ji's arms.
The biggest characteristic of Hu Meiren is her soft and charming temperament, which can always arouse his protective desire.
Of course, it's possible that it's not a desire for protection, but rather a desire to bully this delicate beauty.
At this moment, Zhang Ji had both emotions.
Hu Meiren also noticed Zhang Ji's current state, quietly let go of one of his jade hands, quietly lowered it, and rubbed it gently through his clothes.
"If Lang Jun can't bear it anymore..."
Hu Meiren came close to Zhang Ji's face and gently exhaled the intoxicating fragrance like orchid.
The other hand gently touched Zhang Ji's chest, and his fingertips painted with pink nail polish drew circles one after another on Zhang Ji's chest.
"And my sister is unwilling, I... I am..."
Hu Meiren glanced sideways at Mrs. Hu, as if she was planning to recreate the scene when she won Zhang Ji's pure Yang body, letting Mrs. Hu watch on the spot but unable to stop her.
"Of course I don't want to do it either!"
Hu Meiren imitated Mrs. Hu's previous actions and pushed Zhang Ji away.
Ever since Zhang Ji took it into his mouth, she seemed to have fallen into the clutches of a devil.
Although the days are more promising, and life is happier and more sexually satisfying, there are no longer situations where Zhang Ji is frustrated, and there are fewer opportunities to beat Zhang Ji.
Hu Meiren's voice is soft and waxy, and her laughter is like a bell.
To stir up but not destroy, I'm afraid even Yan Lingji's fire-playing skills can't compare to her, Hu Meiren, right?
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