The night outside the house is getting darker and darker, and the stars are dotted like thousands of stars shining in the dark night.
In the house filled with wedding candles, Feiyan sat quietly on the bed, staring at the flickering candlelight, and her thoughts wandered through the corridor of memories.
At this moment, she had taken off her festive wedding dress and put on a white plain dress, as if she was marking a new beginning for her new life.
But Feiyan is still a little nervous. All women will inevitably feel nervous and anxious on their wedding day, even those like Jingyu and Tide who have already lived with Zhang Ji in the name of husband and wife before the evening ceremony. The second daughter also felt nervous and confused for a time.
After all, they are no longer young girls, but real women, wives who will settle down the rear house for Zhang Ji.
But no matter which one of them it is, they are a little worried about whether they can be a virtuous wife and fulfill all the obligations of a wife, especially Feiyan.
Even though the man she was going to marry was the one she chose with her own hands, and he was the man she loved deeply, but having actually come to this point, Feiyan still felt an indescribable emotion in her heart, especially after learning that Zhang The machine can be called a chaotic "interpersonal relationship".
She would not be dissatisfied because of this. Zhang Ji had told her everything honestly before the marriage and did not hide anything. At least in terms of sincerity, Zhang Ji had done the best.
However, Feiyan is very generous. In her opinion, the man she has chosen is so good and it is normal to have so many beauties around. And according to Da Siming... Zhang Ji's physical strength... so it is best to remain sisters. It’s better to have more, and it can also help share the burden, right?
What Feiyan is worried about Zhang Ji's "interpersonal relationship" is not that she is worried that she will lose some of Zhang Ji's favor because of the huge number of sisters.
Fei Yan is such a sweet girl of heaven. She has been known as the most outstanding generation of Dongjun in the Yin Yang family for hundreds of years since she was a child. She is extremely talented. She has grown up in the praise of everyone since she was a child. She has her own self-confidence and even more. own pride.
She was not worried at all that she would lose to others, and Zhang Ji's temperament would not allow any party to become too dominant and make the other party fall out of favor.
What Feiyan is really worried about is the negative impact Zhang Ji's chaotic "interpersonal relationships" will have on the family. The first one to bear the brunt is the absurd relationship with Zhao Ji.
Half of Zhang Ji's current identity and status come from the State of Qin, especially Ying Zheng, the King of Qin.
If Ying Zheng learns of the ridiculous relationship between Zhang Ji and Zhao Ji, Feiyan is not sure how angry the King of Qin will be.
In addition to these, there is also the matter of running the house in the future.
The Yin and Yang family collects a large amount of offerings every year, and there are also some disciples who ward off evil spirits for the people of Chu. In the Chu land where ghosts and gods are superstitious, the donations that the Yin and Yang family receives from the common people, nobles and even the royal family of Chu are indispensable.
Therefore, Feiyan, the Dongjun of the Yin and Yang family, also lacks a certain concept of money, and she is also worried that she may not be able to be a virtuous wife who manages the house.
With a faint sigh, Da Siming, who was sitting next to Feiyan, stared at Feiyan's side face.
Who would have thought that Dongjun Feiyan, who used to be notorious in the Yin and Yang family, would now act like a little girl.
Just like a fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world and fell into the mortal world, there was inevitably a bit of fireworks on that pretty face.
But Fei Yan, who looks like this, is less intimidating and fearful, and more humane.
"Feiyan, don't think too much, just do your best. It's useless to worry about some things." Da Siming put his bright red hands on Feiyan's incense shoulders, and squeezed them gently, removing the pain from Feiyan. A little tired and restless.
"I think that instead of worrying about those things in the future, it's better..." A charming curve appeared at the corner of Da Siming's mouth, "It's better to think about how to face your husband's conquest next."
Hearing this, the sadness on Feiyan's face immediately disappeared, replaced by a blush, and she cast a look at Da Siming as if she was asking for help.
"You have to help me!"
Although she was very shy, Feiyan still reacted quickly, thinking of Da Siming, a concubine who was already a frequent visitor to the battlefield.
Isn't it one of the main responsibilities of a concubine to serve as a wingman for the principal wife and share the enemy's firepower?
Da Siming looked at Feiyan with some fun, and said with a smile: "When tonight is over, maybe you will not only not need my help, but you will also wish to drive me away, because you think I am not favored by you."
Feiyan's face turned even redder. Of course she understood the teasing meaning in Da Siming's words, but as a Yunying who had never had any intimate behavior with Zhang Ji, Feiyan, who was not even as good as Gongsun Li, naturally felt uncomfortable. Maybe he was just like Da Siming, who had become a frequent visitor to the battlefield, and he could only glare at Da Siming with a blushing face.
Suddenly, a clicking sound came from outside the house, breaking the tranquility outside the house. Feiyan and Da Siming looked at each other, feeling uneasy in their hearts.
Through the curtains and windows, I saw a figure standing outside the house in the reflection of the candlelight.
And the identity of the person who can appear outside Feiyan's house at this moment is self-evident.
With a creak, the door of the house was pushed open, and Zhang Ji's equally rosy cheeks appeared in the sights of Fei Yan and Da Siming.
Although he didn't drink much, he still drank some. As time went by, the drink still stained his face, and he came to Feiyan's room with a slightly tipsy breath.
Looking at this familiar figure, Feiyan and Da Siming got up and got out of bed, taking off Zhang Ji's clothes that were stained with the smell of alcohol.
Watching Dong Jun and Da Siming, who are the superiors of the Yin Yang family, undress and untie themselves one after another, it would be a lie to say that there is no sense of accomplishment.
There is a huge bathtub in the room, which Feiyan asked the maids to prepare earlier. The water is cold, and a lot of spices and flower petals are sprinkled in it.
Da Siming's bright red hands made a magic spell out of thin air, and a red flame emerged in the water in the tub.
The flame that cannot be extinguished by water is very similar to Yan Lingji, but it is still inferior. This kind of flame is not Yan Lingji's internal flame transformed through Baiyue's witchcraft. Strictly speaking, Da Siming's flame is not a flame.
It was just a ball of fire-like internal energy that looked like a flame and could heat the cold water in the bathtub. The temperature was far lower than Yan Lingji's flame.
But driven by Da Siming, steam rose above the bathtub, and the spices and flower petals that had been put into the bathtub gradually decomposed into the hot water to release bursts of fragrant smell.
Under Feiyan's service, Zhang Ji took off all his clothes and got into the tub, feeling that the scalding hot water drove away his fatigue.
And just when Zhang Ji closed his eyes and enjoyed it, a gurgling sound came to Zhang Ji's ears. Immediately, two sounds of water entering were heard in front of Zhang Ji and behind him at the same time. Four weak and boneless white jade hands dipped into the water. Apply some orchid juice used to clean the body on Zhang Ji's chest and back.
At some point, Feiyan and Da Siming had already put on a nearly transparent gauze bathrobe. The lower body was already wet by the hot water in the bathtub, and the gauze on the upper body was half wet due to the water vapor. A graceful curve was outlined on the delicate bodies of Feiyan and Da Siming, and the almost transparent gauze was now vaguely revealing the proud and slender figures.
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