On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The sky is the quilt, the ground is the bed, and a snowflake illuminates the river.

Facing Chu Xiling's trembling red lips with the salty taste of tears, Lin Zhen did not refuse.

He didn't know how he felt about Chu Xiling.

Would I say I like him? Not really, it would be more accurate to say I was attracted by his beauty.

But if it was purely because of her beauty, it didn't seem likely, because Lin Zhen did have an indescribable feeling towards her.

Maybe it’s the oath I made at the beginning that’s causing the problem.

Lin Zhen once vowed to take away all of Gu Beichen's luck, and Chu Xiling was one of them.

So Lin Zhen was very eager for her.

Chu Xiling had never been kissed before and didn't know what it felt like, but this sudden kiss made her lose consciousness for a moment. Her body seemed to be frozen there, motionless, simply enjoying the breath exhaled by Lin Zhen.

Seeing this, Han Zhong and Huang Shu quickly turned their heads away.

The two brothers squatted on the ground, and Han Zhong sighed softly, "Alas, I'm afraid we'll have to wait for a few more hours."

Huang Shu asked, "Will the prince miss Young Master Lu's wedding banquet?"

"Probably not. The prince knows his limits."

"Is it knowing the limits or knowing the length?"

"You kid!"

"Hey hey hey~"

In the field, Lin Zhen stared at Chu Xiling's dazed look, and suddenly felt a little funny.

Isn't it just a kiss?

So novel and surprising?

In that case, I have to teach you.

Lin Zhen quietly put his tongue into Chu Xiling's mouth and started chasing and playing with her tongue.

This was Chu Xiling's first kiss. With little experience, she couldn't resist Lin Zhen's onslaught for a moment, and was completely routed, her saliva flowing. Just when she felt like she was about to suffocate, Lin Zhen stopped at the perfect moment, releasing his lips and watching her gasp with a faint smile.

"Is it delicious?"

Chu Xiling turned her head away: "Normally."

"Then try this again."

Lin Zhen untied Chu Xiling's fox fur, threw it on the ground as a cushion, and then pushed Chu Xiling down.

Under the witness of nature, another girl successfully transformed.

......

As the sun set, Lin Zhen helped Chu Xiling put on her clothes and finally held her hand.

"You don't regret it?"

Chu Xiling paused, then shook her head: "As long as you follow the agreement and don't embarrass my father, that's all that's fine."

“So it’s a deal.”

"Then what do you think it is? Do you think I'm in love with you? Haha." Chu Xiling's sneer was a bit forced, and even seemed a bit insincere to Lin Zhen.

He didn't expose her, but said, "I will ensure that your parents can live to a ripe old age."

"Thank you."

"Why would we even say thank you between you and me? A kiss would be more practical."

Chu Xiling rolled her eyes: "I just gave you...that...don't you mind?"

"Hahahaha, to be honest, I despise it. I really despise it!" After saying that, Lin Zhen took Chu Xiling's hand and walked towards the city.

It was also at this time that Chu Xiling finally smiled knowingly.

She won.

The heart-eating poison sent by the Miao witch doctor finally took root after so many years.

......

Inside the Regent's Palace, lights and decorations were hung, and red silks fluttered in the wind, making it look like a sea of ​​​​festivity.

Hou Ling sat upright in front of a carved pearwood dressing table, her posture as slender as a pine tree and her demeanor graceful. Although she had not yet married, the phoenix coronet and bridal robe she wore weighed her shoulders down slightly. Her heart was filled with longing for her future life, and her eyes sparkled with a glittering light, as if hiding stars.

Huanbi stood behind her, holding a mutton-fat jade hairpin in her hand, carefully tying her hair into a bun. Every movement was gentle and skillful, and she kept muttering to herself, "Sister Ling'er is so beautiful today. Young Master Lu really has a good eye for people."

Qingwen is a person who loves to be lively and can't sit still at all.

Her belly was getting bigger and bigger, but she insisted on coming to the boudoir to help. She was like a busy little bee, shuttling around the room, tidying the bed and folding the mandarin duck quilt neatly; then she checked the dressing table to make sure all kinds of jewelry and treasures were there, and everything wanted to be perfect.

From time to time, she looked up at Hou Ling, and seeing her smiling face and extremely happy, she felt a surge of emotion in her heart. She couldn't help but stop what she was doing and sighed softly: "Alas, I wonder if my husband will also give us a grand wedding."

She knew that her status was low, and although she had been bold and outspoken in the past, there was still a huge gap between her and Lin Zhen.

When Huanbi heard this, her servants paused, turned around and said angrily, "Qingwen, you idiot! Today is Ling'er's wedding day, don't say such sour words! We are all maids, of humble origins. It's a blessing from heaven that we can accompany our husbands now. Why do you ask for so much?"

"Yes, yes, you're the only one who's so noble, right? Hey, you can't insert this hairpin like that!"

As she spoke, Qingwen also came over to help with Hou Ling's hair.

This is the biggest happy event in the palace in recent years, and everyone is very happy.

At this time, Huanbi took out a thin silver needle from her sleeve, with a barely perceptible ruthlessness flashing in her eyes. She took advantage of Hou Ling's unpreparedness and suddenly stabbed it into her back spine.

"Ah!" Hou Ling suddenly felt a sharp pain in her back, as if it was burning on fire, and she screamed in pain.

Then she bit her lower lip tightly, swallowed the cry of pain, turned around and asked, "Sister Huanbi, what are you doing?"

Huanbi's expression was gentle as she explained softly, "Sister Ling'er, please don't blame me for being cruel. This is a rule for newlyweds. It's a common practice for ordinary families to marry off their daughters. I'll help you tie it today, and then remove it when we get to the Duke's Mansion. Otherwise, your mother-in-law will have to do it herself."

Hou Ling nodded slightly, her voice trembling but firm: "Yes! Thank you, Sister Huanbi. Go ahead and give it a shot. Ling'er won't feel any pain!"

At the same time, there was a lot of activity outside the room.

The groom, Lu Dehao, wore a bright red brocade robe with a lifelike qilin embroidered with gold thread. He wore a black gauze hat with a red tassel hanging down, which made his face look more handsome and his appearance more elegant.

He was filled with joy and walked hurriedly, followed by a wedding procession with music and drums, arriving at the gate of the palace. Just as he was about to step in, he saw four graceful women blocking his way.

Zhang Li was graceful, gently waving a folding fan in her hand, the ink bamboo on the fan swaying gracefully, and she said with a sweet smile: "Groom, it's not that easy to take our Ling'er away. Give me the red envelope!"

Yue Wu stood aside, wearing a moon-white long dress, with a slender waist. She smiled softly and echoed, "That's right, this red envelope is not enough, don't even think about getting in."

Fairy Qingxia was as cold as ice, with a scorching gaze. Although she didn't say anything, it was clear from her attitude that she would not give up until she got the red envelope.

Liu Miaoyan was the most lively, wearing tight clothes and holding a large wooden stick in her hand. She shook it in the air and said maliciously, "Hurry up, hurry up, don't miss the auspicious time!"

"Hahahaha!" Lu Dehao laughed heartily upon seeing this. "Don't worry, sisters-in-law, your red envelopes have already been prepared!"

After saying that, he winked at the groomsmen behind him. The groomsmen understood and hurriedly took out red envelopes and handed them forward one by one.

Zhang Li and the others took it, pretended to flip through it, and raised an eyebrow and said, "How can the son of a dignified Duke be so shabby?"

Lu Dehao had no choice but to order a few more letters, and only then did the four men's expressions ease a little.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Liu Miaoyan suddenly attacked, swung the stick, and with a dull "bang", it hit Lu Dehao's shin bone hard.

Lu Dehao screamed in pain, jumped around on the spot, and shouted, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing? It hurts so much!!"

"Nonsense! Whose son-in-law doesn't get a beating when he welcomes his bride? Just bear with it, a few hits from me will be enough!"

"No, no, no!"

Liu Miaoyan grinned, almost scaring Lu Dehao to tears. He quickly explained, "Sister-in-law, calm down! The one who's going to be beaten is the groom's good brother, not the groom himself!"

"Huh?" Liu Miaoyan's pretty face flushed instantly. She stuck out her tongue in embarrassment and quickly threw the stick aside. Then she looked at Fairy Qingxia with anger on her face, "Qingxia, you fucking lied to me!"

"Hahahahahahaha." Fairy Qingxia finally burst into a bell-like sweet laughter.

But Liu Miaoyan kicked him in the stomach: "I'll make you laugh!"

"Hey!" Fairy Qingxia quickly dodged, protecting her stomach as if it were her life. "You tomboy, do you want to die? How dare you kick my son!"

"Alright, alright, stop making trouble, or we'll be late!" Zhang Li hurried to stop the fight. Liu Miaoyan and Fairy Qingxia each snorted coldly and turned their heads away.

Hou Ling, who was in the house, heard the noise outside and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

At this time, the door was gently pushed open and Hou Ling's brother Hou Chun strode in.

This boy is already handsome, and now for his sister, he specially put on a brand new navy blue brocade robe, which makes him look even more heroic.

He walked up to Hou Ling, squatted down, and said softly, "Ling'er, brother will carry you to the sedan chair."

Hou Ling's eyes were slightly red, and she gently leaned on Hou Chun's back, with her arms around his neck.

Hou Chun stood up steadily and walked out step by step.

The moment they stepped out of the door, the sunlight shone on the brother and sister, as if they were coated with a layer of gold.

Seeing this, Lu Dehao quickly straightened his clothes, took a few steps forward, knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed three times respectfully, and said in a loud voice: "Brother-in-law, I will treat Ling'er well from now on. If I make the slightest mistake, I will be struck by lightning!"

Hou Chun stared at him for a moment with a deep look in his eyes, then nodded slightly.

Hou Ling was gently placed on the bridal sedan chair, and the curtain was dropped, blocking the view from inside and outside.

She sat in the sedan chair, her hand on her chest, her heart beating like a drum.

Through the gap in the sedan chair curtain, she saw people coming and going outside, the hustle and bustle, and the happiness in her heart was indescribable.

The wedding procession set off in a grand procession, the sound of suona, gongs and drums so loud that it hurt people's ears. Along the way, people stopped to watch, pointing and talking, marveling at the procession.

Lu Dehao rode a tall horse and walked at the front of the team. He had an upright posture and was in high spirits. From time to time, he looked back at the bridal sedan, his eyes full of tenderness and love.

Halfway through the journey, a strong wind suddenly blew past, making the flags flutter and filling the sky with yellow sand.

The horses were frightened and neighed loudly, and the team was suddenly in a panic.