According to the custom of Dacong weddings, the bride enters the house and is received in the hall at an auspicious time. However, since the bride came from far away, they broke the custom and lived in a neighboring villa.
Chen Heng met the bride's brother, Peng Xu, the eldest son of the Peng family, and his relatives.
"So this is my sister-in-law." Peng Xu bowed to Chen Heng.
Chen Heng hurriedly returned the greeting. The man in front of her was about ten years old, handsome and well-mannered. He lived up to his name and gave off a warm and refreshing feeling.
"Sister An Tu." Peng Yunrong, the sixteen-year-old third sister of the Peng family, bowed with an unhappy look on her face.
Peng Xu said to his sister, "Since you call Xie Jian brother, you should call Madam Shen sister-in-law."
Peng Yunrong was extremely unhappy and shouted reluctantly.
Chen Heng saw that the little girl in front of her was cute and adorable. She must have been spoiled by her family. Her expression was visibly spoiled and willful. She looked at Xie Jian from time to time, as if she was expecting something.
Oh my, I suddenly remembered what Xie Jian said a few days ago, 'As soon as they heard that I was a successful imperial scholar, they wanted to marry the younger sister of the Peng family to me...' Could it be true?
Ever since she said she wanted a divorce, this guy's attitude towards her has changed drastically. As someone who has been through this, Shen Heng could easily guess what he was thinking. He was trying to please her.
But this boy, no matter how gentle he looked or how popular he said, there was no love in his eyes when he looked at her.
When Xie Jian glanced at Ah Heng, he saw her looking at him with a hint of teasing in her eyes and a puzzled expression.
At this time, a servant came to report: "Sir, Lord Lu is here."
When Shen Heng subconsciously looked towards the door, a figure appeared in front of her. It was Xie Jian.
"Master, why are you here just now?" Meng Xuanlang had been waiting for him since early morning.
"Yes, Lord Lu, we wrote to each other and talked about playing chess all day long." Peng Xu spoke casually, and it was obvious that they were old acquaintances.
"Master, please sit down." Xie Jian watched Lu Ji'an sit down, and then he sat down himself.
Chen Heng looked at the boy sitting next to her unhappily. Seeing him raise his eyebrows at her, he gritted his teeth, looking childish.
They were just familiar faces. With so many foreign men around, Shen Heng didn't want to stay any longer and left.
Unexpectedly, that little sister Peng was waiting for her outside.
"Brother Xie Jian praised you as the best on earth and only in heaven. I thought you were so great." Peng Yunrong looked at her, very disappointed.
"The clouds resemble her clothes, and she resembles her face; the spring breeze blows on the threshold, and the dew is gorgeous. Miss Yunrong's name is very apt." Chen Heng smiled slightly, and was not angry at the little girl making fun of her appearance.
Peng Yunrong was stunned: "The clouds are like clothes, and the sky is like face. The spring breeze blows on the threshold, and the dew is gorgeous? This poem is quite good. Did you write it yourself?" He immediately felt that he liked the woman in front of him a little.
"I can't write poetry. I just happened to hear one and thought it suited your name, so I read it to you. Is there any place you'd like to visit? In a few days, I'll be your guide and accompany Madam Peng and the other girls on a tour."
Peng Yunrong thought for a moment and said, "I want to go to all the places he plays, and I want to eat all the food he eats."
Since it was a trip at public expense, Chen Heng was naturally happy to accompany him.
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