Traveling through the early Tang Dynasty starts with hanging

Chapter 1027

Beside the happy candle, Cui Shiniang, who had changed into regular clothes, looked at Li Shan who entered the door with a smile, "Mr. Lang is back."

After getting married, "Langjun" will become Cui Shiniang's special vocabulary, er, Xiaoman and Zhou's can also use it. The personal guards and servants will change Li Shan's name to "Alang", and the future son will be called Xiaolangjun.

While Li Shan also changed into his regular clothes, he looked carefully at Eleven Niang up and down. After all, he could only look at her face when she visited the church. Only now did she realize that she was not just tall.

"Would you like to be called Eleven Niang from now on?"

Cui Shiniang was a little surprised, but she nodded after thinking about it. It stands to reason that Li Shan is the heir of the noble and heir, and Shiniang is his wife, so she should be called Mrs. Zhu, but Zhu is Mrs. Zheng Guo, so there is inevitably some confusion.

However, this situation will not last long, because Li Shande has great faith in Li Yuan and has made great contributions to the country. He returned to Beijing after self-disarmament. I don't know if it's the wife or the princess... After all, Li Shan is not from the royal blood.

As for the name of the historical lady in Li Shan's memory, it should actually be the servant's name for Cui Shiniang. If she gives birth to a daughter in the future, it will be the little lady.

"Have you eaten?"

"The family sent Xiaoman here just now."

The Sui and Tang Dynasties followed the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and the father-in-law and mother-in-law were called uncles. The most famous sentence is "Last night, the bridal chamber stopped the red candles and waited for Xiaotang to worship uncles and uncles." However, the daughter-in-law usually calls her mother-in-law "Ajia".

"That's good." After sitting down, looking at the two gourd ladles tied together with red silk thread on the bank of the table, Li Shan sighed with a smile: "It's finally the last level."

Cui Shiniang covered her mouth and smiled, "The third sister poured wine before she left."

It is indeed the last pass, the wedding ceremony, which is the so-called handing over wine in later generations.

Li Shan lowered his head and sniffed it, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, it's rice wine. If it's Yuhuchun, then tonight's business will be delayed."

One sentence made Cui Shiniang's cheeks flush, and she felt that Li Shan's gaze was like a flame, and her face was burning hot.

Li Shan clicked his tongue. It seems that people can't bear the words of tigers and wolves, and they have to be adjusted slowly in the future. While thinking about those that cannot be written, he picked up the gourd and leaned forward. Lean forward.

Li Shan didn't care about the sweet rice wine in his throat, but Cui Shiniang's face was even more beautiful, and she carefully and carefully buckled the two ladles together and wrapped them with ribbons.

Li Shan waited patiently and impatiently, because he was afraid of making a joke about the eldest son, and even more afraid that Mrs. Zhou and Xiaoman would be forced to abort when they became pregnant. After calculation, Li Shan has been a monk for nearly two years. , Patience is really worn out.

"Miss..."

As soon as these words came out, Li Shan realized that there was still a maid standing in the corner of the new house, stepping forward to support Cui Shiniang... The latter seemed to be dizzy from too much alcohol.

Li Shan glanced at the gourd ladle, the amount is really not small... The third sister is really calculating!

I don't use Yuhuchun because I'm afraid I won't be able to do my business, and I poured so much rice wine so that I can do my business well!

"Go out." Li Shan got up and took Cui Shiniang, put his arms around her thin shoulders, drove the maid out of the new house, and carefully placed her on the bed.

"Lang Jun..."

"Don't be afraid, the pleasure in the boudoir is better than that of thrush."

Li Shan reached out to untie his clothes, but Cui Shiniang dodged reflexively, and then murmured in an inaudible manner.

"Oh!" Li Shan hurriedly blew out the candles, and then got into bed.

In the darkness, only the rustling of clothes could be heard, mixed with Li Shan, and then Li Shan's desperate voice sounded.

"Come on!"

The maid waiting outside the door asked cautiously: "My lady? A Lang?"

"Light a candle."

The maid opened the door and came in, lit the candles, turned around and saw the expressionless Li Shan sitting on the edge of the bed with his clothes half untied, while his wife was leaning on the bed, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, a little shy, a little wanting to smile, but also a little bit satisfied .

It's a shame, it can't be solved!

Monkey fumbled anxiously for a long time, feeling so hot that he couldn't untie his clothes until it was too embarrassing.

After all, it is late spring and it is time to go out at dusk. Although Cui Shiniang is not three layers inside and outside, she also wears a lot of clothes. The most important thing is that after all, Shiniang Cui is a daughter of a serious family. Even the regular clothes are quite different from Zhou's and Xiaoman's... Well, Li Shan is not very good at Zhou's and Xiaoman's regular clothes, but he wouldn't turn off the lights at that time.

She signaled the maid to go out with her eyes, and Cui Shiniang snuggled up funny, her chin leaning on Li Shan's shoulder affectionately, "I often heard my father mention that Mr. Lang is fond of flowers. Today I know that this statement is not true."

Cui Xin, you bastard... Li Shan finally looked better, and kissed with a sideways face, "Wu De five years, in Qinghe County, when we left by boat, you and I met for the first time, who would have imagined today, Thank you Eleven Niang for your favor."

"My husband dotes on you, and my mother also dotes on you, so I will dote on you even more for my husband in the future."

Cui Shiniang didn't hear the stress, and remembered the song "Last year, today in this door", feeling that this marriage is actually not easy, and said softly: "Today's make-up reminder...the only one I really have is this one. Poetry?"

"Still satisfied?"

"Boasting too much." Cui Shiniang whispered, "I'm afraid I can't afford to be a concubine."

"It's worth it." Li Shan said hesitantly: "A certain Li Huairen was born in the south of Lingnan and became famous in the north. His reputation spread all over the country in his weak crown. There are many heroes in the world, but only a few of them can catch my eyes. Among them are women. Two, one is Third Sister, and the other is Eleven Niang."

Li Shan's words are sincere. When he cut off Cui Bo's head, when he went out of Yanmen to pursue Yugushe, and when he was cut off from Guji Town and did not know whether he was alive or dead, Cui Shiniang gave it to him. With the most firm support, he even lived in Li's house and served Zhu's day and night.

After chatting for a few words, Li Shan changed the subject, talked about some irrelevant things, and started to mess around... Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about it.

In the end, Cui Shiniang could only helplessly untie her dress, blushing, and deliberately whispered: "Is there still a poem, Mr. Lang?"

"There's another one." Li Shan thought for a while, touching the short beard on his chin, and chanted: "I pity the grass growing beside the stream, and there are orioles singing deep in the trees."

"The spring tide brings rain and comes late, and the wild crossing is unmanned."

Cui Shiniang was a little confused, "This poem..."

"Is it not good?"

"When did Lang Jun do it?"

"April last year." Li Shan said solemnly: "Longzhou's income from enjoying the scenery and streams is just not suitable for makeup."

Under the glowing red candlelight, Cui Shiniang's complexion is as snowy and delicate as jade.

That night, the candles were burned out before they were extinguished, and the maids waiting outside heard the patter, as if spring rain was falling.

(End of this chapter)