Drinking the wedding wine means you are married!
Leng Can watched Cong Mo's fleeing figure, laughing in his heart. He introduced him to the soldiers in the tone of Cong Mo's husband, "This is my cousin. There was a famine in the village, so he had no choice but to come to us for help. I'm afraid our life in the mansion will be difficult from now on. We two will have to rely on your care."
"No, no," the soldiers said shyly. "The Demon Master may look stern, but she's actually very kind. She treats us very well every day."
"I treat you very well." Leng Can said in a meaningful tone, his eyes rolling around, "How good is very good?"
The soldier didn't notice anything wrong with his tone. When he heard the question, he started talking instead, "They were worried that we wouldn't be warm and hungry, so they often paid for us to go drinking, and there was more..."
Leng Can's face darkened the more he listened, "That's so good..."
Even Li could see that something was wrong with him, but the little soldier was still naive. "Right! That's great. So, even if you have no relationship, the Demon Master will be very good with you."
"Hmph...what if..."
"Brother... ugh..." He interrupted him to prevent him from saying anything else that would offend his ears, blinking at him frantically, "Stop talking..."
"Well, I hope so." Leng Can gritted his teeth, cursing Cong Mo over and over in his mind for the hundredth time. He put his arm around Li's shoulders and introduced him to them, "My brother stutters. It's normal if you find it strange when talking to him. Don't blame me."
He pinched his thigh hard, acted pitiful, and nodded in agreement.
The old man watched them perform in the scroll, and the snacks in his mouth no longer tasted so good. He had no idea that his disciples had such acting skills.
The two were arranged in an exquisite and spacious sedan chair, which was spacious and comfortable, even comparable to the sedan chair used for picking up the bride.
The soldier gave the coachman some advice, asking him to drive more steadily, and then sent the carriage back to Cong Mo's house.
"Junior brother, what are you talking about?" He took a big bite of the snack the soldier had just brought him. "How did you know that Junior Sister had gone there?"
"I'm not kidding. I'm just guessing. Since Xiaomo's identity and personality haven't changed much, her family won't have changed much either." Leng Can pulled aside the curtain and looked out of the sedan chair. The sedan passed through the wide streets, attracting frequent glances from the people. He closed the curtain, his expression slightly lonely. "I grew up with Xiaomo. No matter how much she changes, she's still herself. I'll always understand her deeply. It's just... she doesn't remember me."
She was very hungry. She took two bites of a snack and picked up another one to put in her mouth. She didn't notice his mood change. "You two are so close friends. Try the snack. It's salty and delicious."
"…good."
They soon arrived at the Cong Mansion. The servants in the mansion seemed to have been instructed in advance and greeted them at the door.
"This is... Master Leng and Master Li, right?" The mansion supervisor welcomed them in. "I'm the supervisor of the Cong Mansion. You can just call me Li Niang. Master Cong is away from home most of the year and doesn't come back often. I'm in charge of all matters, big and small, in the mansion. You can tell me what you need. But if Master Leng moves in, I won't have to worry about these matters anymore."
Leng Can was so happy with her coaxing that he even raised his head and asked, "Did the Demon Master tell you anything else about the two of us?"
"Just tell us to look after the two young masters, arrange for Young Master Leng to rest in the main courtyard, and for Young Master Qi to stay in the large side courtyard. Each of them will have two servants to serve them. There's nothing else to do."
"main courtyard"
The main courtyard is usually where the owner of the mansion lives. What does Xiaomo mean by this?
This means... directly recognizing him as your husband?
Leng Can couldn't hide it, a smile was printed on his face, almost blooming, "If I live in the main courtyard, then where should the demon master live?"
"this……"
Without waiting for Li Niang's answer, he made his own decision, "The demon master should live with me."
Li Niang: "..."
Servants: "..."
Cang: "..."
What's wrong with this kid?
The two were arranged to live in a yard that was only separated by a wall, which was very convenient.
The servants treated them with great patience and were eager to feed them, fearing that they would cause any trouble.
"Will the demon master come back tonight?"
"I don't know," the servant replied, "but the demon master doesn't often return to the palace. He usually stays in the military camp."
Leng Can frowned, "With those men"
"This..." The servant didn't know how to answer for a moment. After a while, he just nodded.
"Sizzle..." Leng Can stared at the tea in the cup with a bad look on his face. His good mood was instantly ruined. "Living with a man..."
"I am a man too, why don't you live with me?"
He mumbled the last sentence and the servants couldn't hear what he said.
Leng Can quickly assumed the master's stance and ordered, "Send someone to the barracks to call Cong Mo back to me. If she doesn't come back, you say..."
"She said her new husband was lovesick and would die if he didn't see her again."
He has to correct Cong Mo's bad habits, and Cong Mo has to live with him.
Leng Can waited and waited, and when night fell and the stars came out, Cong Mo hurried back to the mansion.
His armor was still stained with mud. Cong Mo explained to him, "Today's training mission was very heavy, so I came back a little late. I... received the news early, but..."
His tone unconsciously quickened.
"Good morning," Leng Can pointed his finger at her shoulder and pushed her out, preventing her from entering the house. "Why don't you ask them to pass a message to me instead of making me wait so long in vain? And... you're very dirty. Go take a shower before entering the house."
No one in the mansion dared to order Cong Mo around like that. Seeing this scene, no one dared to breathe, all waiting for Cong Mo to kick Leng Can away.
But Cong Mo just scratched his head, stepped back, and stood at the bottom of the stairs. "Then I... go take a bath and come back later, okay?"
"Hurry up." Leng Can glanced at her, "If it's too late, I'll get sleepy."
After saying that, he went into the house without looking back.
"Hurry up and prepare hot water." Li Niang shouted very perceptively. She immediately understood that the situation in the mansion was about to change, and their obedient master would become the new Mr. Leng who came today.
Cong Mo washed very quickly. In less than half an hour, she was clean and changed into clean clothes. It took her a long time to choose clothes. After all, there were only brown and dark blue colors in her closet.
When I stood at the door, my hands were shaking even as I knocked.
"Huh..." She took a deep breath. Before her hand fell, the door was opened from the inside. Leng Can smiled happily and took her hand and pulled her in. "So soon, I've been waiting for you so long."
"I'm afraid, afraid that you'll be sleepy." Cong Mo stood awkwardly at the door, watching Leng Can close the door.
"Madam." Leng Can called her this title very naturally, as if he was born to be Cong Mo's husband. "You are so nervous."
"Not tight..."
"Is it because you lied to me?" Leng Can tilted his head and scanned her face carefully from the top of her head.
Forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose...
He liked everything about it and missed everything about it. It had been a long time since he had seen Cong Mo, who could run, jump and talk.
My eyes became hot and I almost cried.
"You were lying to me, my lady."
Cong Mo gritted his teeth and said, "I, don't have it."
"You did." Leng Can stepped towards her. "When my wife lies, her eyes will be very flustered. She will look up and down, left and right, but she will never look at me. In fact, you received the message from me asking you to come back a long time ago. You just didn't want to come back and didn't want to see me. Am I right?"
"No." Cong Mo didn't dare to look at him, "I don't want to see you, I just, just..."
"Just what?" Leng Can sighed helplessly, "Forget it, let me ask another question, my lady, why did you arrange for me to be the main courtyard?"
Cong Mo paused, lost in thought, "The mansion is not big, with only four courtyards. If I were to let you live in a side courtyard, I would be very sorry. I have also arranged for your brother to live in the largest side courtyard."
"Where do you sleep then?"
Cong Mo thought without hesitation, "Barracks or study."
"Not with me" Although he had expected her answer, he was still furious when he heard it in person.
Not only does she not want to be with him, but she also lives with a group of men, which makes him jealous for no reason.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, his chest heaving up and down. "No!"
Pian Congmo was unaware of anything and couldn't understand his thoughts at all. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing is possible." Leng Can said anxiously, "Since we are getting married, you can't live in the barracks. That would be embarrassing. If it gets out, people will laugh at me and you. I don't want this. I am your husband, you have to obey me, you have to listen to me, and you have to comfort me in everything."
His voice was so loud that Cong Mo subconsciously spoke cautiously, "We haven't gotten married yet..."
"It's just that there's no banquet yet." Leng Can looked around, picked up two cups on the table, poured some tea into them, and handed one to Cong Mo, "Here."
Cong Mo took it in a daze, and Leng Can grabbed his hand and put it on his arm. Their arms exchanged circles, and the porcelain cup in his hand was brought to his lips again.
Leng Can's cheeks flushed, "Take a sip."
Cong Mo saw him tilting his head back to drink water, and for some reason he followed his example, putting his lips close to the rim of the cup and taking a sip.
"What does this mean?"
Leng Can took the cup from her hand, pulled her hand, and led her to sit on the wooden bench, "Let's drink from the same cup."
"This means we are married."
Cong Mo was led by him to sit down, and was even more confused for a moment, "What? Why is it so inexplicable..."
She had no parents since childhood and had never received a formal education. She only had the opportunity to hire a teacher to teach her how to read after she entered the military camp and was valued. She only knew that getting married was a ritual required for lovers to be recognized by the world. Because she had never thought that one day she would have someone to know, she knew nothing about the steps of getting married.
"...a glass of wine and we're in love." Cong Mo wasn't used to being so close to others. He pulled his hand back and moved his stool back. "Besides, we're just drinking tea."
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