Suitable for marriage
He was half leaning against the wall, with one leg bent seemingly casually, his hand resting on it, but his back was somewhat stiff, and his thumb kept rubbing the edge of his index finger.
The color of the crimson dress reflected on He Yingchun's face, with a faint pink. She pursed her lips and lowered her head. The gold thread on her wedding dress shone brightly in the light, emitting star-like light.
The candle flame in the oil lamp flickered gently, making a subtle sound. No one spoke in the room, but they could hear the breathing of the two people.
He Yingchun only felt the sound of "Will you marry me?" echoing in her ears, getting louder and louder.
My heartbeat was roaring like thunder, beating wildly and uncontrollably. From the moment I saw the red wedding dress, a thin thread was hanging in my heart, suspended in the air, with a hint of sourness mixed in with the sweetness. My skin seemed to be burned by the hot fabric, and my fingertips trembled.
From the day she was given the porridge, through house searches, exile, and many other twists and turns, she had become accustomed to having such a person by her side day and night. Since they would eventually be together until old age, what did it matter if it was earlier or later?
Wen Jingzhao smiled nonchalantly, his Adam's apple rolling as he looked at He Yingchun, "As you said before, I will indeed go to the battlefield, get hurt, and make you worry..." He paused and said with difficulty, "If you don't want to, it doesn't matter, I can..."
"I do." He Yingchun looked into his eyes, which were sparkling and her face was as white as a piece of warm mutton-fat jade. Her smile was gentle and soft. "I do."
Wen Jingzhao was stunned, his fingers pressed on his knees, trembling slightly, "Say it again."
"I do." He Yingchun held his hand.
A smile welled up in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up. He shook her hand back and said, "Say it again."
"I said, He Yingchun is willing to marry Wen Jingzhao!" She leaned over and shouted in Wen Jingzhao's ear.
"Okay." Wen Jingzhao's eyes were filled with tenderness, and he held her hand, gently rubbing the back of her hand with his fingertips.
It was this hand that pulled him up in the bitter cold winter. He held it greedily and never wanted to let go.
…
When Zhang Chao heard the news that Wen Jingzhao was getting married, he first congratulated him, and then asked worriedly, "So what about Master Ma?"
"It's okay, don't worry." Wen Jingzhao first went to find Ma An Ning and sounded out Ma Tongguang's attitude, and then he had an idea in his mind.
The three leaders of the bandits were captured, and the other scattered bandits did not dare to act rashly, so the matter came to a temporary end.
Wen Jingzhao finally had the chance to see Ma Tongguang. After talking about business, Zhang Chao left first and Wen Jingzhao stayed in the room.
This is Ma Tongguang's study. Compared to the last time I came in, there is a tea table with a blue-white jade porcelain surface, on which is a set of elegant lotus tea sets. Next to it is a porcelain vase of the same color with a branch of plum blossoms in it. A beam of light shines in from the open window, falling right on the plum blossoms, bringing a hint of fragrance.
Ma Tongguang had his back to him, his hands behind his back. "I heard you were stabbed by that Smiling Tiger? How's your injury?"
Wen Jingzhao said, "I've asked the doctor at the medical department to check it out. He'll be fine after some rest."
"Um."
The two had nothing to say.
Ever since Ma Tongguang stabbed him twice in a fit of rage, the two haven't had a peaceful conversation.
After Ma Tongguang slashed him twice, he felt a little regretful. This kid dared to reject him. His An Ning was as beautiful as a flower, and was more than enough for him in any way. He slashed him twice in anger. After slashing, he thought that this was Wen Dingan's only bloodline, and he must not let him kill her.
He sighed in his heart, how could he be so ungrateful!
Wen Jingzhao said first, "I'm sorry, I was rude earlier and failed to live up to your kindness."
Then he smoothed down the hem of his clothes, knelt on the ground, and said sincerely, "Sir, you and my father are like brothers. If you don't mind, I would like to call you uncle."
Ma Tongguang looked from his knees to his face. His eyebrows and eyes were most like Wen Dingan, so much so that sometimes Ma Tongguang deliberately avoided his gaze.
Thinking of what his daughter had said to him a few days ago, he nodded after a while and said "Okay" in a serious tone.
He asked Wen Jingzhao to get up, thinking to himself that he felt sorry for his daughter An Ning who had given her love to the wrong person. After all, a forced melon is not sweet.
…
The first day of May is auspicious for marriage, adoption, and blessing. Wen Jingzhao and He Yingchun are getting married.
The status of both of them was not suitable for too elaborate arrangements, so they only invited some acquaintances to the new house for the wedding banquet.
The yard was bustling with activity. Lord Ma sat in the first seat, Zhang Chao was clamoring to make trouble in the bridal chamber, Li Bin was busy eating and occasionally glanced at the kitchen. Mum came out to add wine for everyone, and Madam Wang also came to help, serving dish after dish to the table.
He Yingchun sat on the bed with her head covered, her heart pounding. She was really going to get married.
Someone pushed the door open and came in. "Are you tired?" Wen Jingzhao squeezed her hand and handed her a plate of snacks. "Eat something to fill your stomach first."
"It's okay, just a little hungry." Through the veil, He Yingchun's vision was hazy, with only an outline. She took the snack, reached under the veil and took a bite. "Hmm, delicious."
"Wen Jingzhao! Drink!" "Hey! Don't call him, he's busy!"
"Yes! It's with the bride!"
…
Some of the rough guys were a bit carefree and laughed loudly.
"Oh, you go out first." He Yingchun blushed with embarrassment.
"Okay, I'll ask Mom to bring you something to eat later." Wen Jingzhao poured her another glass of water and went out.
He Yingchun raised her head and drank, "Ah." She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. It was so spicy. This was not water, but the wedding wine prepared by her mother.
She was bored, so she started calculating the points she had earned.
"Ding! Your current score is 688 points! Please keep up the hard work!" 688, good luck, it's a lucky number.
I just haven’t been able to unlock new products anymore. I don’t know when the next time will be, whether it will require 1,000 points or 10,000 points.
He Yingchun felt her blood boiling when she thought about the fact that she had so many dishes to cook. She clenched her fists and set a small goal: to expand the "Xiyingchun" small noodle shop into the "Xiyingchun" large restaurant.
"Dong Dong Dong"
There was a soft knock on the door, and Mom came in. "Yingchun, the meal is on the table." She slowly walked over to He Yingchun and said, "I'm going back over there to rest today. I hope you two take care of yourself." She handed He Yingchun a booklet and said, "I was so busy that I forgot about it. Take this and read it carefully."
The door was closed again. He Yingchun glanced at the book in her hand. When she took a look at it, she saw that it was all drawings. There were two little people sometimes one above and one below, sometimes one in front and one behind. It was very erotic. He Yingchun blushed. The ancients really had a way. It was even more erotic than the pornographic books she read when she was in school.
He Yingchun was drowsy. Suddenly, the noise outside the door became smaller and smaller, and gradually disappeared. It was so quiet that the sound of the door opening was particularly obvious.
Wen Jingzhao walked in and finally lifted the red veil.
He Yingchun was not the same as before. Madam Wang put on makeup for her, her eyebrows were lightly dyed black, her lips were slightly red, and her cheeks were rosy. She looked over and smiled, and Wen Jingzhao's breath stopped.
Wen Jingzhao was also a little different from before. His usually stern face was now diluted by the red wedding dress. He looked handsome and gentle. His slender fingertips held her veil, and the heat in his eyes seemed to melt her.
"Are you hungry?" Wen Jingzhao asked her.
He Yingchun shook her head and said, "I just ate it."
"Okay." Wen Jingzhao took her to the table, raised his glass, and the two drank the wedding wine.
The shot glass was not big, so I drank it all in one gulp.
He Yingchun's face flushed slightly. The candlelight in the room dyed the room into a hazy color, and the curtains looked even more charming. She felt a little dizzy, and she should have felt dizzy, because Wen Jingzhao picked her up sideways.
"I'm so happy, He Yingchun." Wen Jingzhao's eyes were red, and her reflection was reflected in his eyes. "I'm so happy too." He Yingchun curled up the corners of her mouth, and her whole body looked like she was lying in cotton for a moment, and then like she was floating in the clouds.
Wen Jingzhao put his arms around her, his eyes became aggressive, and he pulled her into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and then her lips. Their breaths intertwined, and the beauty spread between them. His fingers seemed to be electrified, and He Yingchun couldn't help but tremble wherever they touched.
Suddenly, Wen Jingzhao felt something hard on the bed. He paused and picked up the book from under her. "Boudoir Secrets." Wen Jingzhao flipped through the book roughly against the light. The two little people quickly changed positions. He curled his lips and smiled, "Is this Boudoir Secrets?"
"Ah!" He Yingchun put her hands in front of his eyes, "Don't look!"
"Well, I won't read it anymore." Wen Jingzhao threw the book aside. "If you want to, read something else."
He approached her, touched her soft hair, emotions surging in his eyes, and with one hand he opened He Yingchun's wedding dress. The dress was designed by him. With a gentle pull and a flick of his fingertips, his fair and tender skin was exposed.
Soon, soft moans were heard. The spring night is short and the night is embarrassing.
When He Yingchun woke up, her whole body felt as if it had been run over by a car. It was so painful. She stared at the bed curtains, her mind wandering. It turned out that the old novels about having sex seven times a night were not false.
"Drink some water." Wen Jingzhao fed her some water. After the warm water went down her throat, He Yingchun cleared her throat and said, "I feel much better now."
She looked at Wen Jingzhao, who was standing there like a normal person. She didn't know how he had held back before.
"Where are you looking?" Wen Jingzhao pinched her ear and smiled.
He Yingchun's eyes fell on his face, "Look at you."
Wen Jingzhao put the cup on the table, turned around and hugged her, "Okay, I'll let you see enough."
He Yingchun felt a little scared when he came close to her. "Where do you want to go today?" The familiar smell made He Yingchun gradually relax. "Let's go horseback riding. You teach me how to ride."
Wen Jingzhao had three days of wedding leave, and He Yingchun didn't open the store either, thinking that they could take a few days off so that they could have some time to spend together as a couple.
"Can you get up?" Wen Jingzhao pinched her shoulders. He Yingchun's voice was a little hoarse. "Yes."
My legs felt weak as I got out of bed. "Wait a minute, I need to rest for a while."
Wen Jingzao smiled at her and told her to lie down on the bed with peace of mind. He held a small black bottle in his hand and said, "Come here, I'll apply medicine to you."
He lifted her clothes, and He Yingchun was stunned. "Where do I apply the medicine?"
Wen Jingzhao looked at her and unscrewed the small lid on the porcelain bottle. A fragrance wafted out. He dipped his middle finger in some white medicinal mud and asked, "Where do you want to put it?"
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