After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

Ding Xirui was a little confused, "Sister-in-law, don't make it so troublesome, can't we just move in together..." Wen Yuexin pressed her on the stool, "No, mother said that we have to finish what we should do. You will have no chance to make amends in the future."

"Okay." He followed the instructions obediently.

Ren Simiao put makeup on her, and a layer of powder came on. Ding Xirui didn't dare to look at the bronze mirror and simply closed her eyes.

"Banxia, ​​where is my second sister-in-law's lip balm?" Ren Simiao asked.

"Lip balm..." Banxia flipped through the makeup box, "I haven't used it for a long time."

"Forget it, Qingyun, just bring me a can of mine." Wen Yuexin said.

"Okay." Qingyun smiled and ran away.

"Come, put the crown on her." Wen Yuexin continued to order.

"Sister-in-law..." Ding Xirui was very resistant, "That crown is too heavy, let's not wear it."

"Just for a while, just bear with it." She had no chance to resist. Her head suddenly felt heavy, as if she had returned to the day two years ago when she was like a puppet.

Everything was ready. Wen Yuexin breathed a sigh of relief, looked around again, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Okay, where's the hijab?"

"At this."

After covering her head with the veil, Banxia helped her sit down in front of the bed.

"Go call the Second Young Master."

"it is good."

Lin Mingxuan had been waiting at the door for a long time. In front of so many people, he was very nervous, but also very much looking forward to it. Ding Xirui's head was buzzing, her palms were sweating, and she clutched the bed sheet tightly.

"... everything goes well" seemed to be Aunt Gu's voice, but she didn't hear it clearly. The scale bar was already in front of her. Unlike the last time when she dodged subconsciously, she stood still. The wedding veil was lifted, and there were blessings all around. She turned her face to the side.

Banxia came over with a tray, "We will drink the wedding wine together, and share the joys and sorrows together..."

A piece of red silk connected two small water ladles, and Ding Xirui couldn't help laughing. They each took one and drank a sip, then exchanged the "cups" and drank another sip. The two halves were combined into one, and Banxia was wrapped around and around with red silk, locking it tightly.

Copper coins and fruits suddenly flew over, "The tent is scattered... The curtains are deep... The candlelight... Madam, I can't remember such flowery words..." Ding Xirui smiled and thought, "Don't mention Aunt Gu, who in the whole room can recite it."

"One is to spread wealth and good fortune, two is to spread peace and safety, three is to spread harmony between husband and wife..."

"Sisa, have a baby soon..."

"Grow old together in the fifth month..."

That's right, after some fun, they finally finished the ceremony that was not completed two years ago. Wen Yuexin asked everyone to leave, and the candlelight in the room was bright. The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"Help me take off the crown, my neck is about to break."

"Let me take another look." Lin Mingxuan put his hands on her shoulders and straightened her up. "It looks good."

Ding Xirui felt his face getting hot, and pouted, "Try it on for a while."

"Okay, I'll help you take it off." After the hairpin and crown were removed, his head suddenly felt relaxed.

"And this powder, I put too much on. Do I look weird?" Ding Xirui touched his face and brushed his fingers.

"Not strange, not strange, look." Lin Mingxuan raised the bronze mirror.

"What can you tell from this?" Ding Xirui smiled. "It's better to have a basin of water. I need to wash my face."

"Don't worry, I'll pour some hot water." Lin Mingxuan held the kettle and added some warm water to the basin. After washing her face and taking off her necklace, bracelets, and earrings, Ding Xirui felt back to normal. There were some colorful fruits on the bed, all of which were put on the plate. There were also some walnuts, dates, and dried longans in the corner of the bed. Just as she was about to grab them, Lin Mingxuan stopped her and said, "Leave them for one night."

"Okay." Her face heated up.

The two of them sat in front of the bed and suddenly felt uncomfortable. Lin Mingxuan hesitated for a moment, took out a small green jar from his arms and put it in her hand.

"It's so beautiful, what is it?"

"open to take a look."

When the lid is removed, a faint fragrance wafts out and the dark red paste emits a soft glow.

"Is it lip balm?" Ding Xirui was surprised.

"Yes, I made it myself. It took me several days to make it." Lin Mingxuan was a little embarrassed. "I didn't have time to celebrate your birthday last month, so I made this."

Ding Xirui was touched: "Thank you, it must have taken a lot of effort." She took a closer look, stretched out her ring finger, slowly circulated the lip balm a few times, and then gently applied it on her lips and sipped it slightly. She raised her head and looked at him, her eyes full of smiles.

"Does it look good?"

"It looks good." His heart suddenly started beating very fast.

Putting the lip balm aside, she held his face and leaned forward, closer, closer, until their lips touched. His heart trembled, and he slowly raised his hand, stroked her back, and supported her neck. Her lips were soft, warm, and had a faint fragrance. He pressed tightly against her, slowly grinding and grinding, from left to right, from top to bottom, back and forth, but it was never enough, and a fire ignited in his body.

She hugged him and responded to him, their two hearts close together.

The fire seemed to grow bigger and bigger. She was panting, her mind was confused, and she was a little exhausted. The kisses were dense and urgent, but restrained. The intention of aggression became more and more obvious. All the way down, the clothes were completely taken off. He stroked her, kneaded her, and found her hand to interlock his fingers. The fire finally couldn't be controlled, and it completely enveloped the two of them. It was completely wrapped up, and no one could escape.

She felt as if she had turned into a spring, formless and powerless. He was intoxicated by it and wanted more, much more.

"Hmm..." She frowned slightly and moaned softly. He heard it and felt his heart become even hotter. He wanted to let the fire burn completely.

Just like driftwood in the sea, with nothing to rely on, when the waves come, we can only sway with the waves. It seems like a crisis, nervous and panic, but it is a journey, we walk hand in hand...

She didn't know how long it took before she finally calmed down. Her eyes were hazy, and when they opened slightly, they happened to meet another pair of eyes. Unexpectedly, a hot and wet kiss fell again, and the waves rolled up again, seemingly more violent... She turned into a fish, chasing the waves, giving each other their body and soul completely, until the last bit of strength was exhausted.

"My wife, my wife..." He wrapped his arms around her, put his forehead against hers, and whispered softly in her ear with infinite love and pity.

"Well," she turned her face and felt sore all over. She didn't even have the strength to open her eyes. The burning sensation was still there, her mouth was dry, and she felt sticky and uncomfortable. "Drink some water. I need to wash." She murmured.

"Okay." He kissed the corner of her eyes, put on his pajamas, got out of bed and poured water. She struggled to get up, wrapped herself in clothes, and pulled off the sheets to replace them with new ones.

"Don't be busy, drink some water first."

"You should have a sip too." She couldn't help but laugh, burying her head in his chest, her cheeks flushed.

The next morning, Banxia and Nanxing brought breakfast, but there was no movement in the bedroom. Banxia was a little anxious and paced back and forth. Nanxing waved her hand and said, "Madam said yesterday that there is no need to rush to pay respects. Let the young master and the young mistress have a good rest. Why are you in such a hurry?" He sat on the doorstep, humming a song, watching the sun rise higher and higher. The peach trees in the yard cast sparse shadows, crisscrossing and intertwining, inseparable.

The bedroom door opened, Lin Mingxuan walked towards the bathroom, knocked on Nanxing's head on the way, and Nanxing hurriedly followed; Ding Xirui put on a padded jacket and called Banxia over.

"Help me fix my hair, I can't fix it anyway."

"Okay, Madam, please sit down."

Divide the hair into several strands, braid the back strands and put them on top of the head, and pull the front strands directly over.

"Young Madam has really nice hair."

“Your hair is nice, too.”

Go to bed early and get up early, have a regular work and rest schedule, eat three meals a day regularly, have a balanced diet, and use natural soapberry shampoo and hair care. How can her hair not be good? The amount and quality of her hair now is something she never dreamed of in her previous life.

The plain silk flower was finally no longer needed. The jewelry box was opened, and various small hairpins were used to fix the hair around the hair, dotted in between, like starlight. A thin layer of powder, a light rouge, and a little lip balm, the person in the bronze mirror was radiant.

"This is my lady." Banxia nodded, very satisfied with her "work". Ding Xirui turned around and winked at her.

"Okay, let's get ready to pay our respects."

"I'll get the clothes."

Ding Xirui held her hand and said, "No need...you go eat first, I'll do it myself."

Banxia felt a little disappointed, but she still agreed and pushed the door open to go out.

Ding Xirui stood up, feeling a little uncomfortable and sore, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, and walked a few steps in the house. He opened the cupboard, took out new knee-length pants and thick skirt, and chose a white short jacket and a light blue coat. He changed his clothes and tidied himself up. He had never worn such bright clothes in two years, like a different person.

Lin Mingxuan knocked on the door and came in, his eyes lit up and he felt infinite tenderness and joy.

"Are you cold?" Ding Xirui pulled him and put a dark blue jacket on him.

"Let us go and pay our respects." She took his arm.