bridal chamber

The familiar profile flashed before Cui Zhijun's eyes, and Tai Shi Zheng let go of his palm and climbed onto the eaves.

Cui Zhijun kept looking again and again, but the face had disappeared under the dignified round fan.

The groom seemed obsessed with the beautiful face of the bride.

The elders who were welcoming the bride took the opportunity to joke, "Look, our groom can't even walk when he sees the bride. Come on, groom, don't worry, the wedding night will be bright and there is plenty of time to enjoy it. Now we have to take the bride back home."

As soon as these words were spoken, laughter broke out in the bustling house. Only Cui Zhijun's face turned as red as the official dress he was wearing.

Why, is he still shy?

Tai Shi Zheng hid behind the round fan and smiled brightly.

Cui Zhijun turned around, and seeing the same proud figure as that day, Taishi Zheng remembered the gentle rain. My dear, you still can't escape the clutches of the "playboy".

The tall and handsome man walks gracefully, and hundreds of birds sing towards the phoenix.

Since the matchmaker has already made the decision, Cui Zhijun will take her home and no one can regret it.

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In front of the Earl's Mansion, the welcoming guests and the Cui family members blocked the door to ask for lucky money and bonuses.

The leaders were still the attention-seeking Zou Shuangtong and her smooth-talking husband Cui Zhisong. The couple, standing on either side, shouted, "Brother Yun, there's no need to cut it into a phoenix pipe, or a fishing rod. After the flowers and grass have withered, leave it to be seen in the falling snow. What is this—"

"Me." Cui Zhiyun didn't think twice.

The Uematsu couple looked at each other, took out the slip of paper, and whispered, "Shimotsuna, why don't I remember this answer?"

"It's definitely not this... just let Brother Yun pay."

Cui Zhijun looked at the two of them searching and smiled rarely.

He began to explain, "The poem Zhisong wrote is called 'Inscription on the Bamboo in Li Ciyun's Window,' so this object must be bamboo. However, yun refers to the fine texture of bamboo skin. I answered myself, and I am not wrong."

Hearing this, Zou Shuangtong crumpled up the paper and flung it at Cui Zhisong, saying disgruntledly, "You idiot! We always say our brother Yun is incredibly smart, but you're simply humiliating yourself. You messed up, what a shame."

Cui Zhisong smacked his lips and didn't dare to get angry on the spot.

Cui Zhijun, however, took out two lucky money pieces and handed them to Zou Shuangtong as usual. "Mrs. Zhisong, you two are so thoughtful in asking the questions. Please accept them and ask for good luck."

"Of course you all have a share too."

The awkward atmosphere was resolved by Cui Zhijun's tact, and everyone happily made way with the lucky money he distributed.

Taishi Zheng watched from the eaves until it was finally her turn. Before she landed, the Feng Shui master scattered grain beans to ward off evil spirits. After she landed, a maid spread out a felt mat.

Zheng followed the man walking backwards, holding a mirror, across the saddle, past the grass and the scales, to a house with a tent, where she performed the ritual known as "sitting in the empty tent." She was temporarily separated from Cui Zhiyun.

After quickly drinking three cups of wine, the people who came to see the bride off left one after another. Only then did Tai Shi Zheng sit in the tent and breathe a sigh of relief.

Being married is really tiring.

Tai Shi Zheng was just about to call Fu Yuanzi and ask for a bowl of water to drink.

There was a commotion outside the house.

Just look outside the room, Cui Zhijun, who was "sitting high" on the couch, welcomed the matchmaker Qian's first invitation of drinking, "Second Young Master, please take your seat."

Cui Zhijun did not respond, but took the wine and drank it.

Then his aunt took over as the matchmaker's invitation to him to leave the table, but he still refused to drink. That was until Yuan Cairui, dressed as his mother-in-law, approached with a glass of wine and asked, "Son-in-law, please leave the table."

He was willing to answer: "As you wish, son-in-law."

These repeated invitations eventually brought Cui Zhijun to Taishi Zheng's side. Across the carved door, through the shifting light and shadows, they gazed at that calm face, as still as water, until the distance between them gradually became nothing more than a round fan.

Cui Zhijun silently handed the red silk of love to the stranger in front of him. As a husband, he and Taishi Zheng walked out the door facing each other, and carefully led his wife to the ancestral temple to pay homage to the ancestors.

On the way, Tai Shi Zheng's eyes never left his eyebrows.

Every inch of the sunlight that shone on Cui Zhijun seemed no longer scorching, but gradually became soft and powerful. But Zheng found it difficult to see through him like she did with Qi Liyuan and Xia Buyu.

Choi Shik-jun, I'm starting to get curious about you.

Taishi Zheng, who are you?

The parents of heaven and earth bowed to her one by one, but these questions echoed in Cui Zhijun's mind countless times.

After the ceremony, the zheng was played in reverse.

Cui Zhijun, like Taishi Zheng, stared directly into her brows behind the fan, unconcealed. Zheng's back was in the shade, but the shadow never dimmed her dazzling radiance; she seemed to radiate wherever she went. Cui Zhijun vaguely remembered the familiar scene under the rainy corridor that day.

They came to Yinzhu Yatang in silence, to their wedding room.

The two bowed to each other before the bed, and then sat on the bedside, one on each side, until their hair was tied together and Changshengtian prayed for them, and then they became husband and wife.

Taishi Zheng should have put away the fan and met him, drinking the wedding wine together.

Cui Zhijun seemed a little hesitant.

As the fan slowly fell, the answer was about to be revealed. Cui Zhijun's changing expression was indeed a bit strange.

Tai Shi Zheng raised her hand and put down her round fan, leaning forward to meet her husband at the same distance as that day. With narrowed eyes and a smile, she asked her husband, "Oh, my dear, what a coincidence! Are you surprised that you married me?"

Deng-tu-nu-

It's really you!

Cui Zhijun was always reserved, but upon meeting Taishi Zheng, he displayed such fear. Although he remained silent, his face was filled with surprise.

Tai Shi Zheng couldn't help but laugh. "It seems my lord is so surprised he's speechless. Now, don't be stunned. With so many people watching, let's drink from the wedding cup quickly and don't keep the guests waiting anxiously. Ah, is it possible my lord wants to regret it? But it seems... it's too late."

"Husband—"

Taishi Zheng's voice deliberately rose from soft to loud, and her sweet voice of "husband" fell clearly into everyone's ears. However, it made Cui Zhijun shudder, and he had no choice but to quickly drink the wine in his cup.

I’m convinced. I’m really impressed by you.

After the wedding wine was finally drunk, the two men threw their cups under the bed, one facing up and the other facing down, a sign of great luck. The maid joyfully lowered the curtains for Taishi Zheng, and Cui Zhiyun's relatives and friends were about to leave with him, contentedly.

At that time, Cui Zhijun stood surrounded by people, looking back and staring at his wife under the bed curtains.

Tai Shi Zheng smiled and waved at the bottom of the tent.

An inexplicable chill came over him, and Cui Zhijun immediately turned around and went to the banquet, trying to numb himself with alcohol.

But one cup is bland, two burns my heart, and three makes me feel bored. Cui Zhijun keeps drinking until midnight. How come the more he drinks, the more sober he becomes? Is it possible that God won't help me? I can only avoid the first day, but how can I avoid the fifteenth?

It seems that tonight, I am destined to face the lecherous woman I married.

As the guests gradually dispersed, Cui Zhijun, still slightly drunk, mustered up the courage to walk outside the bridal chamber, holding the door with one hand, repeating over and over again: "That was probably hysteria just now. I must have seen it wrong, I must have seen it wrong. Why is it such a coincidence? Maybe when I pushed the door, someone else would appear. Yes, that must be the case."

"Cui Zhiyun, go."

Unexpectedly, even at this point he still refused to believe it.

Cui Zhijun pushed the door open, but was stunned when he saw Taishi Zheng in the tent. He shook his head and closed the door again under Zheng's eyes.

Tai Shi Zheng was puzzled and just opened his mouth to say "eh".

Cui Zhijun pushed the door open again. After taking a closer look at Zheng, he shook his head in disbelief and walked out of the room.

This went on and on until Choi Jik-jun finally stopped after the sixth time.

At that time, Tai Shi Zheng was staring speechlessly in the house, while Cui Zhijun was outside the house looking at the round moon in the night sky with melancholy.

Sage, Master, Teacher, Wenquxingjun...

Students, who feel worthy of the saints, why should they be punished like this? This is a disgrace to our conduct, a disgrace to our conduct!

On a deserted autumn night, the evening breeze blew a few wisps of desolation.

After seeing off the guests, the night watchman, holding a lamp, passed by the festive courtyard. He observed it from a distance for a while and couldn't help but ask, "Um...Erlang Jun, why don't you go in? Is there anything in the room? Do you need my help?"

Yes, there is an aggressive "female ghost".

Cui Zhijun cursed inwardly, but pretended to be indifferent on the surface and replied casually: "Oh, nothing. The smell of alcohol is too strong, I'm going to get rid of it. I'll go in right away. If you're fine, go to bed early."

Cui Zhijun said this and walked into the house with his head held high, but once he left, there was no turning back.

But seeing the servant standing outside the door in a daze, a gentle voice came from the tent inside the house: "My dear, you are still so energetic after a busy day? On such a beautiful day, with such beautiful scenery and candles in the bridal chamber, instead of going in and out, why don't you sit with me for a while-"

Cui Zhiyun was in a dilemma.

He was just confused and looked back blankly.

Do? What to do...