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Huo Wuhui's words were exaggerated. Xue Zhiyi thought to himself: He is indeed Huo Wuyou's younger brother. He is quite eloquent. He even used the books that his brother forced him to read to scold Huo Wuyou.
Seeing Xue Zhiyi remained silent, Huo Wuhui thought she was going to refuse, so he said, "I can tell you a secret about my second brother in exchange!"
"Your second brother's secret?"
Huo Wuhui nodded firmly: "He hid something under his pillow, and usually no one is allowed to touch it. I also saw it secretly."
As he said that, he pulled Xue Zhiyi up and said, "Let's go. It's still early. Second brother won't be back so early. I'll take you to see it."
Having said that, it is never a good idea to secretly explore other people's secrets, even if that person is her married husband.
"I'll ask him myself later, don't turn it over yet."
Huo Wuhui had already thrown back the pillow: "Don't worry, second sister-in-law, you don't have to be polite to my second brother, he..."
Before he finished speaking, he froze as if someone had pressed a point on him. Suddenly, he took a deep breath and didn't care about the secret anymore. He crawled under the table almost at a loss.
Xue Zhiyi was surprised and lifted the tablecloth to ask him, "What's wrong?"
Huo Wuhui hurriedly shushed, "I heard footsteps! My second brother is coming!"
Footsteps? Xue Zhiyi held his breath and listened carefully for a long time before he vaguely heard someone approaching the door.
She glanced at Huo Wuhui: If you can even hear this, how afraid are you of Huo Wuyou?
At this time, Qiuyun hurriedly reminded: "Miss, round fan!"
Xue Zhiyi came back to his senses, took the round fan handed to him by Qiuyun, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Su Yue was also busy helping Xue Zhiyi tidy up his appearance.
Sure enough, with the sound of the door opening, Huo Wuyou was helped in by several servants. Through the round fan, they could see that his steps were disorderly and he was staggering, as if he was already drunk. They helped him sit in front of the table where Huo Wuhui was hiding, and then left.
Qiuyun and Suyue glanced at the two of them, then smiled with their hands covering their mouths, pushed each other and left, closing the door quietly.
Xue Zhiyi caught a glimpse of the position of Huo Wuyou's pillow out of the corner of his eye. His pillow had been lifted up by Huo Wuhui, leaving only a small flower hairpin lying on the bed.
A woman's flower hairpin... Xue Zhiyi's brows twitched slightly. He picked up the object, looked at it carefully, and finally hid the hairpin in his sleeve with an unclear expression.
Xue Zhiyi asked him, "You've always had a good alcohol tolerance, how come you got drunk so quickly?"
Huo Wuyou stood up, his movements showing no trace of his previous drunkenness. "If I hadn't pretended to be drunk, how could I have gotten away so quickly? It's our wedding night, and we haven't even had the wedding wine yet. Who would want to stay out here and socialize and drink?"
Suddenly, his tone changed: "If I were really drunk, I don't know what that little bastard Huo Wuhui would do."
As he spoke, he lifted the tablecloth and pulled out Huo Wuhui, who was hiding under the table, like catching a chicken.
"Ahhh, sister-in-law, help me! Sister-in-law!"
Huo Wuyou only smiled slowly: "Your second sister-in-law is on my side and won't help you."
Without giving Xue Zhiyi a chance to beg for mercy, he grabbed Huo Wuhui by the scruff of the neck, opened the door, and threw him out without hesitation.
At the end, he didn't forget to bolt the door: "Awan, you don't have to be polite to him. If you do it again, just get him kicked out."
Sitting down next to Xue Zhiyi, she said, "He's still young, why are you picking on him? I had a good chat with my third brother before you came."
Through the round fan, each other's faces were a little blurry, but Xue Zhiyi felt that the gaze of the person in front of him seemed to have softened: "They say that a night of spring is worth a thousand gold. I don't want anyone to disturb it."
He suddenly moved closer, and in a blur, he and Xue Zhiyi's eyes met: "Awan, let me see you."
Xue Zhiyi's hand was gently held by him, and the round fan was slowly moved away. The person in front of him became clearer, his pupils trembled, and his breathing stagnated for a moment. He moved his lips slightly: "So beautiful..."
At this moment, under the dragon and phoenix candles, in the red gauze tent, the two of them looked at each other with moving eyebrows, as if they couldn't see enough, their gazes entangled for a long time.
Huo Wuyou's voice was a little hot: "I always feel like I have been looking forward to this moment for a long time."
With tears in her eyes, Xue Zhiyi couldn't help but frown slightly: From today on, they are husband and wife. Even in death, their destinies have engraved each other's names in their hearts, and even the underworld will recognize them. Obviously, there are many foreseeable difficulties and dangers ahead, but she feels inexplicably at ease in her heart.
Huo Wuyou smiled slowly, raised his hand and rubbed her face without any hesitation: "Do you want to cry?"
The emotion that had just arisen in Xue Zhiyi disappeared in an instant, and she raised her round fan and hit him: She didn't need to be sad with Huo Wuyou!
Huo Wuyou seemed to find it very amusing to tease her like this, and laughed out loud. He supported his knees, bent over, and tilted his head to look at Xue Zhiyi, who had turned his face away: "Are you really crying?"
"Huo Wuyou!" She stepped on the back of his foot, finally fulfilling the kick she had given him during the wedding ceremony, and the anger in her heart instantly subsided.
Huo Wuyou stood up and bowed pretentiously, saying, "I was wrong, madam, please don't be angry. It's late, and the ceremony hasn't been completed yet. I don't want to disturb your rest."
"It's quite early." Xue Zhiyi said indifferently.
He had returned to his new house early, and it was still evening outside.
Seeing Xue Zhiyi like this, Huo Wuyou was inexplicably overjoyed. He just liked seeing Xue Zhiyi giving him the cold shoulder like this.
He poured the wedding wine and held it in front of Xue Zhiyi, tilting his head: "Please do me the honor, Madam."
Xue Zhiyi was not really angry. It was unlucky to be angry on such a happy day.
After drinking a glass of wine, Xue Zhiyi felt a warmth rising in his stomach.
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