Pei Che arrived at the banquet room, where guests were crowded. Even the emperor specially called the third prince to come and congratulate him on his behalf.
There were indeed more guests, and although there were people who kept him company and tried to stop him from drinking, he still couldn't drink.
Patriarch Pei felt inexplicably amused as he watched his brother's expression gradually grow colder. This was the first time he had seen such vivid emotions on Pei Che's face.
In one day, he saw the look on Pei Che's face that he had not shown in the past two years—blooming flowers, full of affection, and now impatient because there were too many guests and he couldn't get away.
His genius brother is actually an ordinary man. All men in the world are reluctant to get drunk on their wedding night.
"Master Pei, congratulations, congratulations--"
Another group of guests came up to toast. Patriarch Pei stretched out his hand, put his arm around Pei Che's shoulders, and moved sideways to keep the guests out.
Pei Che was stunned, and then he heard the head of the Pei family raise his glass and say: "Ji Lang is drunk, everyone, please be magnanimous, this glass of wine will be drunk by me for him."
Pei Che came back to his senses and saw that the head of the Pei family had already drunk three cups without changing his expression.
Seeing him looking at him, the head of the Pei family said proudly: "In terms of studying and becoming an official, my elder brother cannot compare with you, but in terms of drinking and socializing, I have to look up to my elder brother."
"Tonight is your wedding night, go back and have a rest. I'll leave this to my brother." The head of the Pei family patted his shoulder.
Pei Che nodded and said, "Thank you, brother."
Patriarch Pei watched Pei Che leave the table, his nose suddenly sore, and he turned around to find his wife.
"Jinzhi, Jinzhi, I just hugged you, and he even said thank you to me." Patriarch Pei said with tears in his eyes, as if it was the first time he was so close to his younger brother.
Mrs. Pei knew her husband's character. He would feel sad whenever he drank, even more sad than a young girl in love.
"Good, good, well done. Brothers should be closer." Mrs. Pei praised while sighing in her heart.
It's really a good thing that Xiaolang got married. No wonder the old lady couldn't help clapping and cheering when she heard that it was a girl from the Jiang family. Now she finally knows what's so good about it.
Pei Che walked through the banquet and was about to leave when Mr. Meng suddenly appeared and grabbed him.
"Come here, I'll show you something."
Mr. Meng drank some wine, his cheeks flushed, and he hurriedly pulled him out.
"Did you see the gift that 놖 prepared for you? 놖 thinks you will like it."
Mr. Meng pulled him to a big box. The box was very big, but there were not many things in it.
There was only a faded kite, with its wings spread wide, and a sentence written on it, the ink was barely discernible, it said:
[May you soar to the sky, break the cage and gain freedom.] 】
The handwriting is childish, yet extremely familiar.
"What is this?" Pei Che paused, vaguely guessing something.
Mr. Meng said: "It's Xiao Jiang's kite."
"You know, the old man loves to collect things. Do you like this gift?"
Pei Che nodded: "Thank you, sir. I like it very much. What kind of wine do you like? I will ask someone to take you to the wine cellar to choose."
Mr. Meng smiled brightly, for he knew he would not return empty-handed.
Pei Che asked someone to take Mr. Meng to the wine cellar, and he held the old kite in his hand and walked quickly to the backyard.
The shadows of the trees were dancing, the lights were dim, Pei Che pushed open the door with the red double happiness characters on it, and saw in the room——
The red candles were shining brightly, the scenery was brilliant, and in the midst of all the joy, a little figure lay on the round table in the room, with his head resting on his hands, and fell asleep.
Pei Che's eyes softened, he closed the door softly, put down the kite in his hand, walked over quietly and picked the person up gently.
"Pei Che?"
He picked her up, and the person in his arms slowly opened her eyes and murmured his name.
"Why don't you go to bed?"
Hearing his voice, Jiang Shiyuan closed his eyes again, put his arms around his neck, and smiled softly, "Waiting for you."
"Didn't I tell you? I'll wait for you a thousand times."
"Today is the first time."
Pei Che smiled and gently put the person on the bed.
"Thank you for your hard work." Pei Che looked at the dark blue in her eyes due to lack of sleep.
Jiang Shiyuan sat on the soft quilt and chuckled: "What did you do? Why is it hard?"
Pei Che knelt beside the bed and leaned forward to kiss her.
"It's hard for you to go through so many hardships and still run towards 놖, it's hard for you to marry 놖 without hesitation, and it's hard for you to cross several streets to bring 놖 warm almond tea, sweet sugar men, and a big kite to wish 놖 a smooth rise."
"I have nothing to repay you for, except to dedicate the rest of my life to you, to let you command me and do whatever you want."
Pei Che's kiss was passionate and scorching, but even more passionate than his kiss was his confession. Not only his body, but Jiang Shiyuan felt his soul tremble with his words.
"Pei Che..."
She whispered softly, but her teeth clenched for a moment, and the rest of the words turned into sobs and moans.
Jiang Shiyuan climbed onto his neck and tried to respond to him, but what she got in return was a more intense possession, and the tip of her tongue was filled with the citrus scent he had in his mouth when he entered.
His hands clasped her waist, and she was back in his arms.
It was as if a fire was lit in the air, and the breath gradually became thinner. Just when she felt dizzy, the hot kiss fell from her lips to her soft earlobe and her slender neck, as if on a pilgrimage, and even more as if to melt her.
But in a moment——
The tent is warm, the quilt is fragrant, and the candlelight is swaying red.
The wedding dress is loose and the black hair is spread out.
Jiang Shiyuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, her cheeks were like rosy clouds, and her slightly opened red lips were shining with water...
It was like falling into soft clouds, or falling into a turbulent sea, but no matter whether they were sinking or floating, that person's fingers were always tightly clasped with hers, closely connected.
"Master Pei, happy wedding."
"I like you today, too."
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