At the hour of Xu, we went to Xianxianyuan.

"Flower Monk~"

Hua Qingcheng came to the main door and gently pushed open the door with big red wedding characters on both sides.

The figure sitting at the head of the bed in front, wearing a bright red top scholar robe and a top scholar hat with flowers on his head, immediately came into Hua Qingcheng's sight.

Originally, there were ceremonies to be performed in the bridal chamber, such as "sitting ceremony", throwing fruits, eating "descendants' dumplings", "asking for good luck", and drinking "cup-to-cup wine", but Wu Chen thought "Brother Dajin" was too nagging and intrusive, so he sent him away directly.

"My dear sister, since we are married today, should you change the way you address me, your brother?"

But the man who was originally sitting upright at the head of the bed and looked extremely well-behaved suddenly jumped down from the head of the bed in the next moment, walked quickly to Hua Qingcheng's side, picked her up by the waist and locked the door.

"Monk Hua, in my Dalaifeng Kingdom, the wife is the head of the husband, the left is respected, the right is second, and women are superior to men. Women always suppress men. It seems that I will have to invite Rong Mama to come and teach you the palace rules and etiquette again..."

Hua Qingcheng put one arm around Wu Chen's neck and poked his forehead with the other, repeating what Xu Qingchuan, the patriarch of Huaqiao Village, had said. She raised her eyebrows teasingly at Wu Chen, her eyes full of mockery.

"If that old hag wants to stay in bed for another ten days or half a month, she can come!"

Wu Chen snorted disdainfully, then he leaned down, put his face in front of Hua Qingcheng, and touched his forehead with hers, not afraid of Hua Qingcheng's "threat" at all.

Hua Qingcheng could only feel Wuchen's masculine energy rushing towards her. It was itchy and warm.

"That's true."

Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but smile when she recalled the time when she first entered the Imperial College and Rong Mama tried to make things difficult for her during class, but was secretly tricked by Wu Chen.

This man may have many shortcomings, such as being unruly, drinking, sleeping in, swearing, and sometimes having a mean tongue, but his eyes are full of her, and he is always thinking about protecting her.

Hua Qingcheng also had feelings for Wu Chen, otherwise their initial "competition" in the snow of Xuanyi Valley would not have evolved into the later "war of words".

"Flower Monk~"

Recalling the past, Hua Qingcheng's eyes softened a little when she looked at Wu Chen.

"Good sister, you were defeated by me back then. You should call me 'good brother'." Wu Chen bit Hua Qingcheng's lips lightly as a punishment.

"Really? My dear son, why do I remember... it seemed like you lost?" Hua Qingcheng twisted Wu Chen's ear with one hand.

Seeing this, Wu Chen also put Hua Qingcheng down from his arms, holding her waist with one hand and pinching her face with the other.

"Flower Monk, please let go of the hand that is pinching my face!

"No, first let go of the hand that's twisting your brother's ear!

The two equally stubborn people, one put his arm around the other's waist and pinched the other's face with the other hand, while the other hooked his hand around the other's neck and twisted the other's ear with the other hand.

In any case, neither Hua Qingcheng nor Wu Chen would let go first, and once the other party increased their strength, the other would immediately counterattack.

"Hua Monk, this is not a solution. How about... let's have another fight? Let's compete?" Hua Qingcheng, whose face hurt again and almost cried, suggested.

"Okay."

Wu Chen, feeling like his ears were about to fall off because of Hua Qingcheng's twisting, couldn't help but agree. If they continued like this, both sides would suffer. If others saw the two of them tomorrow morning, they would probably cover their mouths and laugh.

"Flower Monk, I'll count to three, and then we'll let go together, how about that?"

"Can."

"Then I will start counting now. One... two... three!"

As soon as Hua Qingcheng said the "three words", she indeed let go of the hand that was twisting Wu Chen's ear, but at the same time she let go, she sent a sweeping kick towards Wu Chen.

Wu Chen, who had the same idea as Hua Qingcheng, also kicked Hua Qingcheng when he let go. The two of them fell to the ground as their legs collided.

"You are such a scoundrel! You actually cheated!"

Hua Qingcheng threw off the bridal veil on her shoulders, took off the phoenix crown on her head, stood up from the ground, and immediately pounced towards Wu Chen.

"My dear sister, you are just as bad as me. It's just the pot calling the kettle black!"

Seeing Hua Qingcheng being the first to complain, Wu Chen couldn't help but twitch his lips. He immediately took off the "Xiao Dengke" special hat with flowers on his head, picked up Hua Qingcheng who was rushing towards him, and rolled over on the ground with her.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Flower Monk, are you confused?"

Hua Qingcheng rode on Wu Chen, leaned down, and bit his lips directly.

“Not confused!”

Seeing this, Wu Chen immediately put his arms around Hua Qingcheng's neck. After his nimble tongue entered her mouth, he was like a brave and fearless soldier, advancing forward and attacking the city and plundering the pond.

Soon, the breath of both of them became thinner and thinner, and a faint fishy sweetness gradually spread in each other's mouths.

The slightly rising and falling chest and the increasingly heavy breathing also showed that the competition between the two was gradually developing in another direction.

"Good sister, are you convinced?"

Wu Chen seized the opportunity, and when the two rolled several times on the ground and reached the corner, Wu Chen had already pressed Hua Qingcheng under him.

"I'm impressed by you, you idiot!"

Hua Qingcheng stretched out her long legs and hooked them around Wu Chen's neck, knocking him down again.

At this time, the tables, chairs and benches in the bridal chamber had all been broken during their fight, and the ornaments on the shelves in the room were also shattered all over the floor.

"It seems...Brother...I have no choice but to use my ultimate move!"

Wu Chen, lying on the ground, looked at the bright and charming woman riding on him, with a slight smile on his lips.

Then he took out a string of Buddhist beads from his arms, put it around Hua Qingcheng's neck with swift movements, and pulled her closer to him. The two then kissed again.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Flower Monk, the duel is over. This round is a tie. We will find another time to decide who is better."

Hua Qingcheng got up from Wuchen's body, pulled him up from the ground, hooked her arms around his neck, and continued to murmur, "Monk Hua, today is a great day for you and me to get married. The night is short, and it's time for us to do the things that should be done on our wedding night..."

Hua Qingcheng, dressed in red, had her hair disheveled and her left cheek slightly red, looking utterly miserable. Wu Chen wasn't much better off, his ears reddened, and his once festive, top-ranking scholar uniform had a sleeve ripped by Hua Qingcheng, leaving several holes in the hem.

At this moment, the bridal chamber was already in a mess. The two of them immediately headed towards the only intact bridal bed in the room...