Song Che stared blankly at the bride sitting on the wedding bed in front of him, wearing a phoenix crown and a red silk veil. When he looked down at himself, he actually looked like an official groom.
who is she? Where am I?
Song Che clearly remembered that he was forced to resign from the company because he offended his immediate boss, so that he felt depressed and climbed Mount Huashan alone at night——
like……
It seemed that he had lost his footing and rolled down the mountain.
But even so, even if he didn't fall to death, he should still be in the ICU.
Could it be...that I have traveled through time?
The wedding room is quite spacious, the antique furniture is very stylish, the bright red incense candles are beautiful, and the breeze gently rolls the curtains, everything looks so real.
"Hey, how long are you going to keep me bored?" the bride said coldly.
The bride is covered with a hijab. Although her appearance is not visible, she has a good figure.
Song Che walked to the bed suspiciously, picked up the jade Ruyi in the wedding basin, and gently opened the bride's hijab. From bottom to top, her mouth was as red as vermilion, her skin was like jade, her nose was like a cone, her black hair was half pulled up into a bun, and her jade The ears are pierced with small bead curtains, and the bright eyes are like starlight, with a faint feminine fragrance.
Facing the stunning beauty in front of him, Song Che could see Shen'er for a moment. He subconsciously pouted and slowly moved closer to her.
In front of the flowers and under the moon, the bride and groom, the wedding room with flowers and candles, a night of spring supper, who dares to say it is unreasonable?
"Thieves, watch and get beaten!"
Before he could even kiss the red lips, a sap hit him in the head, making his head buzz.
The bride took out a rolling pin as thick as her arm from somewhere, and beat it wildly, exerting all her strength every time, and cursed:
"You, a prostitute who was picked up to fill a house, do you really think of yourself as the groom's official son? You don't even need to ask me if I give permission!"
Song Che was running around in the wedding room, shouting as he ran: "Who the hell knows what kind of ghost place this is? I came here as soon as I woke up, and I happened to meet a tigress..."
"You...how dare you call me a tigress! Don't run away! Let's see if I don't beat you into a Bodhisattva's head!"
The two strangers chased each other around the room for countless times.
The bride was finally exhausted and panting with her hands on her hips.
Seeing that the tigress was no longer powerful, Song Che hurriedly rushed out of the door.
But when I went out, I found that this place was like a maze-like deep house compound, with pavilions and pavilions one after another. After walking around for a long time, I still couldn't find the way out.
No matter what, I have to leave this hellish place even if I climb over the wall today.
Song Che found a low wall, rolled up his sleeves, tightened his belt, and managed to ride on it with great effort. Suddenly, a cry came from behind:
"Uncle!"
Song Che was startled, his feet slipped, he fell from the wall, and fell on all fours. He covered his waist and looked up, but what he saw was a pair of big smiling eyes.
A little maid in her late twenties was standing with her hands on her hips and her not-so-arrogant breasts. There were two servants holding sticks standing beside her.
"Uncle, today is a happy day for you and the young lady. The groom cannot let the bride stay alone in the empty room!"
The little maid said and winked at the servant.
The servants raised their bows to the left and right, lifted Song Che up with a stick, and carried Song Che halfway to the wedding room, just like the officer escorting the prisoner.
The little maid followed and said: "Uncle, although our Shen family is not rich, we can be regarded as a big businessman with a place in Suzhou city, not to mention that our young lady gave birth to a child that is as beautiful as a moon and a flower. For you to marry into the Shen family is a blessing that cannot be obtained in eight lifetimes!"
"Uh... may I ask, what year is it today?"
"It's the sixteenth year of Yong'an calendar in Daliang."
"Daliang?"
"It's not surprising that you don't remember. The doctor who treated you said that your brain was severely damaged and you will probably lose your memory..."
This is not a matter of amnesia! Song Che was absolutely sure that he had really traveled through time, and it was not a regular dynasty.
The little maid's name is Fu'er, and she is Miss Shen's personal maid.
Through a brief conversation with her, Song Che probably understood why he appeared here:
Shen Tian, the master of the Shen family, is a kind-hearted man who accidentally saved himself from a coma on his way back from doing business.
It happened that the Emperor of Liang Dynasty issued an order to select a large number of beautiful girls from Jiangnan to fill the harem.
Although the Shen family had a large business, there were no men under their knees. The only daughter, Shen Wenjun, was twenty years old and as beautiful as a flower. The apple of her eye was naturally reluctant to send her to the palace to serve the emperor who was over fifty years old.
When Shen Tian saw that he had good features and was similar in age to Shen Wenjun, he decided to recruit himself as his son-in-law.
In this way, a married woman does not need to enter the palace, but can still pass on the incense to the Shen family.
He also had to be a businessman, and this wishful thinking came crashing down.
"In today's world, there are Japanese pirates attacking along the coast, barbarians invading the southwest, the Dijon in the north, the Hu tribe fighting in the west, bandits in rivers and lakes are rampant, and the number of victims is increasing day by day... If it weren't for the kindness of our father, I'm afraid you would have been raped halfway along the road. The wolf ate... Although this soft rice is hard to swallow, it is better than starving to death, right?"
Fu'er blinked at Song Che and asked with a smile, "Do you think so? Uncle?"
Song Che put aside the big wooden stick in the servant's hand and said bitterly: "That's what you say..."
It wasn't until Song Che was "carried" back to the wedding room that Fu'er left with her servants.
The curtains on the wedding bed have been lowered, and through the shadow of the candle, it can be seen that the beauty is half asleep, graceful and graceful.
Song Che leaned against the door, neither entering nor retreating.
"From tonight onwards, I will sleep on the bed and you will sleep on it. No snoring, no grinding of teeth, no more than half a step. Do you understand?" The voice that came from inside the curtain was more like an order.
Song Che glared resentfully and cursed in his heart, Tigress, sooner or later I will have to make you obedient: "I understand..."
"Then, turn off the lights and go to bed!"
Song Che put out the red candle and lay down on the bamboo couch, thinking that this must be a dream and he might go back when he woke up.
…
slip!
Falling!
weightlessness!
Wake up!
Song Che opened his eyes suddenly, sweating profusely.
The morning sun shines into the room, and the shadows on the grid windows are mottled. The spring breeze brings the fragrance of flowers, which is three parts refreshing and seven parts intoxicating.
It's still the wedding room, this is not a dream at all.
"Creak..." The door was gently pushed open, and Fu'er and another little maid walked in, each holding casual clothes and toiletries.
"Uncle, please get up quickly. Newlyweds coming over have to offer morning tea to their parents. This is the rule."
The maid put down her things and planned to leave.
"Wait a minute," Song Che glanced at the empty wedding bed in the main room, "your lady got up so early?"
"My uncle didn't call me Miss. You should call Miss Madam," Fu'er corrected her before saying, "Miss, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, she always gets up at five o'clock in the morning and goes to the study to check the account books."
There are no boys in the Shen family, so daughters should strive for self-improvement.
I never thought that the wife I got from a blind date would not only be a pretty woman, but also a hardworking and strong woman.
