There was a bright red scene in Sangle.
Bright red brocades were hung all over the porch and under the eaves. In their wedding room, red gauze curtains overlapped one another. Xu Yu, Mother Shen and their maids all had red ribbons hanging on their waists, laughing and joking.
The wives and elders of the Wei clan also came to pay their respects.
The happiest person is undoubtedly Shen's mother. She is in high spirits during happy events, and the wrinkles on her face have relaxed. She is holding Peilin, who is getting fatter and whiter in her arms, surrounded by little maids and Xu Yu. She looks haggard than before in the Shen family. , a lot richer.
"You have just given birth and the place has not recovered yet. If the Lord wants me tonight... Madam will refuse and use other places..."
Mother Shen and Xu Yu taught her quietly.
The third aunt and several other warm-hearted wives of the Wei clan also warned in low voices.
"When a man sees that he has not recovered, he loses his interest. When he sees you in the future, he will inevitably miss you..."
"My Lord is still young, and the days ahead will be long..."
"Madam is twenty, no more than a teenage girl..."
"From now on, I have to find a husband for my master as soon as possible..."
She smiled and nodded, looking across the crowd at Wei Cheng looking at her with the spring breeze on his face.
The man stretched out his hand, she pursed her lips and smiled, walked over, and put her hand into his palm.
"Does the eldest young master also want to marry a bride?"
Today is a good day. With a wave of Wei Cheng's hand, everyone in the house is in the glory of Mrs. Yinxiao and the young master. Each person got two gold ingots. The maids and servants also took advantage of today to relax and talk and joke boldly than usual. .
Seeing Wei Zheng standing tall and graceful behind the crowd with a calm expression, looking at the figure entering the new house hand in hand, the two wisps of red gradually faded away, the little maid covered her mouth and smiled: "When will the eldest master hold a happy event? Is it a reward for us to make a profit?"
"Since you are no longer big or small, why don't I ask your lord to send you to me?"
Wei Zheng glanced at her with a smile, raised his hand and scratched her chin, making the little maid blush.
He smiled faintly, turned and left.
At night, the tents were dimmed by red candles, and all the idle people retreated out.
The floor was covered with an extremely gorgeous brocade carpet, and the whole room was filled with festive red. Even the purple gauze tent was covered with a hazy red gauze curtain.
The wrist-thick dragon and phoenix candles burned fiercely, and the bright red wax oil melted and hung on the bronze candlestick, like blood and tears.
The bright flames made the red color in the room even more intense.
The newly dressed bride wears a hippie on her head, folds her hands on her legs, and sits beside the bed.
Who stipulated that the bride should dress up in fine clothes, cover her head to toe, sit on the bed and wait for time to pass and her husband to arrive?
It was like a beautifully wrapped gift, sitting in her treasure box, waiting for the owner to come, untie the ropes and ribbons around the gift inch by inch, and unwrap the gift one by one.
The two surnames got married and formed a mandarin alliance.
Is it the story of a good match and the same name, or is it the possession of a woman’s body and the deprivation of her reproductive rights?
Around the Xipa, the golden tassels trembled slightly and shimmered.
A pair of soap leather brocade boots fell into the narrow field of vision under Xipa.
The man stretched out his hand to pick up the sandalwood pole inlaid with gold and jade. His hand with clear joints was shaking faintly. The red cuffs embroidered with gold thread and edged with auspicious clouds and waves were stretched open a few inches, revealing the shiny wrist and the shallow scars on the back of the hand.
The scale beam picked up the corner of Xipa and slowly moved up.
Underneath the wedding veil, the plain and calm face was revealed.
Under the slender eyebrows, the long eyelashes cover the shimmering light in the eyes. Under the eyelids, a faint crow-blue shadow is cast. There is no makeup on the beautiful face, except for a little red vermilion on the lips, which looks like snow. A little red plum, bright and charming.
He couldn't help but laugh, reached out to take off the hippie, put it on the flower table aside, and let a corner of it hang down.
"After all, it's just this once in a lifetime. Other brides put on all the red makeup for fear that they won't be able to win over their husbands, but you are so plain."
"despair--"
The scale beam was gently placed on the table.
"The whole face is covered with lipstick, huh."
The bed sank slightly, and he leaned over to hold her cheek.
"Let my husband have a taste."
The man's hot breath fell on her cheek, and the breath became heavier and intertwined. The room was full of spring light, the sound of water was slurping, and the only bit of lipstick on her lips was eaten away and wiped clean, and the water was shining.
The small lips were red and swollen from being licked, making them look brighter and fuller than if they had applied lipstick.
He gasped, parted slightly, stretched out his tongue to lick his lips, and swallowed a little bit of the red stain on his lips.
The mouth and nose were filled with the faint fragrance of a woman's body. His rough hands caressed the side of her smooth neck, and the warm liquid flowed under the thin skin.
There was an itch on her neck, and the hot palm of his hand seemed to melt her away with the heat, turning her into a pool of milk in the palm of his hand.
Her voice was extremely soft: "The doctor said it will take another two months..."
When he said the last word, he groaned like a cat meowing.
It made him feel more itchy.
"I know."
His voice was hoarse, with a hint of dryness.
"Let me touch you..."
Her throat rolled, and her soft body pressed against his hot body, softening into a pool of spring water. He took off his hair crown, stripped off his clothes, put down the layers of curtains, and the two of them were gathered together on the narrow side of the bed. In heaven and earth.
"Crack-"
Dragons, phoenixes and candles exploded softly outside.
The tent was so quiet that the only sounds left were the breathing of the two people and the soft rustle of clothing, which was lingering and pathos.
When she took off the last piece, she blushed and held his hand: "Not yet."
"What's wrong?" He looked up at her, his little face turned crimson by the graceful light filtering through the curtain.
"It doesn't look good..." She bit her lip, her eyes full of embarrassment: "I haven't recovered yet, it's so ugly."
Although her belly is tighter than when she gave birth to Peilin, compared with the previous slender waist and abdomen, it is still a little loose, as if the muscles inside have been broken, and it is like an unfilled water bag, hanging down. waist.
"What's the matter?" He said warmly, "I've never seen anything like you."
Yin Xiao held her clothes tightly and whispered: "I just want you to remember my good looks."
He paused for a long time, then lay down on his side next to her, supporting his head.
"We are husband and wife." He pinched her chin and smiled coldly: "If I were disfigured by a knife, you wouldn't want to see me anymore?"
She shook her head.
"Isn't that possible? Why are you hiding her?" He pinched her wrist and opened her inner clothes with the other hand: "We have been sleeping together for several years. What is there to hide from the old couple?"
Their stomachs felt cold, and both of them froze.
She subconsciously looked at his expression. The man's eyes rested on her saggy belly, his eyes as dark as ink.
The throat rolls silently.
She slowly gathered her clothes silently.
"It doesn't look good," she said.
"I don't look good on me either." He stretched out his hand and touched her belly, which was soft and soft, making his heart burn hot and he couldn't calm down.
He took off his clothes one by one, revealing his naked chest, abdomen, back, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and layers of new and old scars on his arms.
He took her hand and put it against the ten-inch-long scar on her chest.
The skin under his hands is uneven, and you can imagine how dangerous the injuries must have been.
"This wound was inflicted by a barbarian. It was several inches deep. It was also a summer like this. The carrion was rotten, smelly, bleeding and pus. The servants couldn't bear to see it. You changed the medicine for me." , supporting me to eat, drink and have diarrhea.”
He leaned forward with a smile, the tips of his jet-black hair tickled her cheek, and the man's shadow covered her from head to toe.
"At that time, I thought, I have to keep you by my side for the rest of my life."
