Jiao Luan

Chapter 382 Respecting Tea (Century-year-old Heshibi)
In the new house, the candles are shining brightly. The bride is sitting on the arhat bed with red gauze curtains and a red hipa on her head. She is sitting upright, looking dignified and elegant.

When the door creaked, Han Zhi pushed the door open and entered. The dowry maid saw her, curtseyed with a wink, and retreated silently.

After the door was closed, Han Zhi stood there staring at the bride, feeling so timid that he forgot how to lift his legs.

This is the woman he dreamed of. I don't know if she is as happy as him at this moment?
It must be inferior to him, right?

Han Zhi thought of the countless nights of tossing and turning, and the aching waist in the cloudy and rainy days.

That fall from the horse, in order to hide the truth from his grandfather and father, he did not dare to keep his hand, making it a real bitter trick.

However, it's all worth it if we can finally have today.

Han Zhi finally raised his legs, walked towards the bed step by step, took a deep breath, picked up the scale and picked up Xipa.

It is said that the wedding day is the most beautiful time for a woman, and Cheng Yao is no exception.

Under the light of the candles, one can see that her black eyebrows are long and slender, her red lips are delicate and charming, and her eyebrows and eyes, which were originally unparalleled, are a little more beautiful under the make-up of makeup, which is even more sultry.

Han Zhiding watched, and couldn't help but said, "Cousin Yao, you are so beautiful today."

If it's just about beauty, Cousin Yao won't lose to Cousin Wei today.

This thought flashed through Han Zhi's mind, and then he burst out laughing.

What's wrong with him, how to compare Cousin Yao with Cousin Wei.They were originally completely different women, and it was never her looks that made him fall in love with Cousin Yao.

Cheng Yao raised her eyes and smiled softly: "My lord, please call me Xiao'er in the future."

Han Zhi sat down beside her, reached out to hold her hand, "Okay, I'll call you Xiao'er from now on. But, shouldn't you also call me Husband instead of Prince."

Cheng Yao took a look at him, and pointed at the wedding table with slender fingers: "How can you be called...husband before you have had a cup of wine?"

Han Zhi's heart fluttered, and he pulled Cheng Yao to the wedding table, where the two sat opposite each other.

Holding the jug in his hand, he filled two cups, Han Zhi held up a cup and handed it to Cheng Yao: "Xiao'er, drink this cup, and we will be husband and wife from now on. From now on, I will treat you well and never change my mind."

Cheng Yao took the wine glass and said softly: "Cousin Zhi, I never thought that we could have today."

The two wine glasses are connected by ribbons, and they each hold a glass, so naturally they can't be too far apart, and they can smell each other's breath.

Cheng Yao smelled the strong smell of alcohol from the other party, and knew that Han Zhi had drunk a lot outside, and felt more at ease now.

The two toasted, each drank half of the cup, then crossed their arms, and fed the remaining half to each other, and it was considered complete.

With the flickering candles, the bride's face is like a flower, and the groom has already been distracted. He held Cheng Yao's hand and said, "Xiao'er, let's rest early."

Cheng Yao sat there without moving.

Han Zhi couldn't help being startled: "Xiao'er, why are you crying?"

Cheng Yao lowered her eyes, and let the tears roll down silently: "I was just thinking, it would be great if I could marry you as Cheng Yao in a fair and honest manner, instead of living my whole life with this unfounded name."

Han Zhi felt great pity when he heard this, raised his hand to wipe away Cheng Yao's tears, and comforted him softly: "Don't cry, the name is just a title. In my heart, as long as that person is you, that's enough."

Cheng Yao smiled through tears: "Cousin Zhi, you are so kind to me."

"Brother Zhi", the tenderness in Han Zhi's eyes became even more tender, almost overflowing.

Cheng Yao got up, walked slowly to the table, and returned with a small wine jar in her arms.

"This is--"

Cheng Yao showed the wine jar sealed with red silk to Han Zhi: "This is Nurse Hong. When I was young, I buried it under the osmanthus tree in the yard with my own hands."

Cheng Yao's eyes were blurred, as if she was lost in memories, and her voice was as light as flying smoke: "I was just sensible at that time, and I heard that a daughter was born at home, and when she was full moon, my mother would personally bury several altars of daughter red, waiting for her to marry It was only taken out to entertain guests at that time. It’s just that I came from a humble background and didn’t have such a blessing, so I couldn’t bear extravagant hopes, so I buried this small altar quietly. It’s not enough to take it out today for banquets, but if my husband can share with me Drink together, and you will be satisfied."

After she finished speaking, she unsealed the wine jar, and the rich aroma of wine wafted out.

Han Zhi had already drank a lot while toasting outside, and at the moment when he was conscious but a bit drunk, he could not help but take a breath when he smelled the aroma of the wine, and after hearing Cheng Yao's words, his heart It's even more pity, how can I refuse, I just took the wine jar and filled the glass.

After a few glasses of wine, Han Zhi couldn't remember how he finished the rest of the wine. Cheng Yao saw that he was almost done, and helped him to the Arhat's bed.

After some undressing, the two of them fell on the new bed, and the bright red gauze curtain fell down.

The hibiscus tent was warm overnight, the Albizia juliensis was blooming, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn.

"Xiao'er, I—" Han Zhi sat up, a little dazed.

Cheng Yao lowered her head shyly: "Husband, it's time to tidy up and serve tea to the elders."

Han Zhi's eyes fell uncontrollably on the piece of white silk on the red mattress.

A touch of dark red instantly made his face slightly hot, and he looked at Cheng Yao more tenderly: "Xiao'er, you... are you okay? I'm sorry, I drank a little too much yesterday, I don't know if I hurt you..."

The more Han Zhi said, the more annoyed he felt.

Why did he get drunk? The impression of the candle night was only a vague ecstasy, but he forgot the specific process.

"I don't mind... my son, let's go, it's not good to be late." Cheng Yao smiled shyly, and the big rock in her heart finally fell to the ground.

In the hall, all the masters of the Duke of Wei's Mansion were present, and everyone was watching the newlyweds offering tea.

"Grandpa and grandma have tea."

Old Madam Duan took a sip from her teacup and then put it down casually, said calmly: "Since you are the daughter-in-law of the Duke's Mansion, you must be dignified and self-restraining from now on, and be filial to the elders together with the eldest son, and be friendly to younger siblings and nephews, remember?"

Cheng Yao's heart skipped a beat.

There is always something wrong with what the old lady said.

She quickly raised her eyes to glance at Old Madam Duan, but she couldn't tell from her expression, so she gave up and said yes respectfully.

Mrs. Duan gave Cheng Yao a jade bracelet,

Cheng Yao took it, feeling quite uncomfortable.

This jade bracelet is very good, of course it is worth a lot, but as the wife of the eldest son and the wife of the eldest grandson of the Duke's Mansion, this meeting ceremony is obviously a bit light.

Mrs. Han sat not far from Mrs. Duan, raised her eyebrows and sneered.

Do you think the meeting ceremony is light?

Hehe, I thought she was the second wife of Huairenbo's mansion, thinking that the family ugliness should not be publicized?

Cheng Xiuwen and the maidservants have an affair, what the hell is going on?

Han glanced at Mrs. Duan and Tao, pursed her lips and smiled.

She is already kind enough, taking care of the elder sister-in-law's face, she only talks to her mother and elder sister-in-law, the second sister-in-law and third younger siblings don't know about it.

"Invite father and mother to drink tea."

Duke Wei picked up the teacup and drank it, and gave a meeting gift, while Tao Shi stared at the respectful bride for a long time without serving tea.

　I would like to thank He Shibi who gave a gift a few days ago from Centenary Children's Shoes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)