Rejuvenation of the Han Dynasty in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 149

The poem Liu He selected is not amazing, but it fits his current identity and situation very well.

The man is guarding the frontier with his sword, which is heroic, and coupled with the determination to rejuvenate the Han Dynasty shown, it is the youthful spirit, which matches this big wedding, and it is the proud state of life.

After a moment of silence, there was a burst of applause. Liu Yu secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and Lu Zhi couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear. This son-in-law has such a long face.

After socializing at night, it was finally cleared up. This time it was the bridal chamber in the west courtyard. Lu Yue had sent someone to decorate it long ago. There were also a few red lights hung in the courtyard, giving it a somewhat romantic atmosphere.

When he came into the room, he just lifted off the hijab when he saw Zhen Dao standing up with his hips crossed, his fair face was about to burst, but his small cheeks were bulging, his almond eyes glared at Liu He, and said coquettishly: "My lord, you Are you looking down on me?"

Liu He was taken aback: "Where did you say that?"

Zhen Daojiao snorted: "Third Brother said, when you first proposed marriage, you seemed to be dissatisfied with me, and you asked about other sisters, what do you mean?"

This Zhen Yao, does everything come out?

Liu He groaned in his heart, and suddenly understood what Zhen Yao said in the morning. He dared to feel that Zhen Dao was angry because of this.

"Miss misunderstood!" Liu He apologized with a smile: "I have no other intentions, I just think you are still young..."

"Hmph, am I very young?" Zhen Dao puffed out his chest, and said proudly, "Second sister can't compare to me!"

"Uh, you..." Liu He glanced down unconsciously and swallowed.

It was only then that she realized that Zhen Dao was even plumper than Lu Yue. From this point of view, she should not be able to see her toes when she lowered her head.

"How is it?" Zhen Dao raised his chin arrogantly, then suddenly turned from anger to joy, and said with a smug smile: "Hehe, don't think that I don't understand anything since I lost my mother since I was a child."

On the contrary, Liu He was a little embarrassed, and asked, "How much do you... know?"

"Pictures of plain girls—the whole set, I understand it all!" Zhen Dao was speaking, and he had already grabbed Liu He's shoulder and pressed it against him, and his voice became softer, "Husband, it's time to go to bed..."

There was a throbbing in Liu He's heart. He never expected that Zhen Dao was actually an automatic block, so it seemed that he couldn't keep it.

Seeing the beauty with flushed cheeks, he couldn't hold back any longer, leaned over, picked her up, and threw himself into the red tent.

Married on the same day, Zhang Fei's situation is very different from Liu He's. The people who come to the village are all neighbors, drinking with fists and drinking, and there is a lot of fireworks.

Zhang Fei's face turned pale with excitement, and under the frequent persuasion of the crowd, he became unconscious before noon and didn't wake up until dusk, when most of the guests had dispersed, so he hurried to wash up Come to meet the bride.

The red candle was flickering, and Zhang Fei's hands that had been slaughtering pigs all the year round couldn't help shaking. The headgear covered the birthmark on the brow, and the face under the light was flawless, with surprise and fear in his beautiful eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fei took off her headgear, staring blankly at the birthmark that was as gorgeous as a peach blossom.

The surprise in Zhen Rong's eyes turned into fear, and soon he became ferocious, screaming loudly: "You don't like me at all, why did you marry me, why—"

Zhang Fei was shocked, and quickly grabbed her shoulders, explaining: "No, no, I really want to marry you..."

"You deliberately watched my jokes and made me look ugly, let me go, let me go—"

"Shut up!" Zhang Fei suddenly shouted loudly, shaking Zhen Rong's delicate body.

He raised his head with his red lips half-opened, and saw Zhang Fei raised his palm like a cattail fan, making a gesture to slap it down, his eyes were full of despair, and two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks.

Zhang Fei took a deep breath, and hummed, "If it wasn't for how good-looking you are, I would have beaten you long ago."

"What?" Zhen Rong was shocked when he heard the words, instead of being angry, there was joy, and he asked: "What you said, is it true?"

"Of course!" Zhang Fei snorted coldly, pressed Zhen Rong to sit down, and sat on the side with great courage, folded his arms and said, "It's been more than 20 years, and you are the only one who can make Lao Zhang fall in love with you!"

"You..." Zhen Rong blushed slightly, touched his hot cheek with his hand, and finally touched the birthmark with his fingers, turned his head and asked timidly: "Don't you really think I'm ugly? My damn birthmark. "

"I think that birthmark is pretty!" Zhang Fei turned his head sideways, looked at Zhen Rong, got up and came to the bed, pointed to the peach garden outside and said, "Your birthmark is similar to the peach leaves in my village. Yue is about the same as that peach."

Zhen Rong wondered, "Does this matter?"

"You don't understand!" Zhang Fei sighed, picked up a peach leaf on the window sill, gestured in front of Zhen Rong, and said slowly: "When I saw you, I thought of Taoyuan..."

Zhen Rong took the peach leaf, pressed it on the tip of his brow facing the mirror next to him, and asked, "So what?"

"Taoyuan is my old Zhang's home!" Zhang Fei lowered his head, his round eyes were full of tenderness, and said with a smile, "You... are my home!"

Zhen Rong trembled all over, the leaf in his hand fell slowly, and he looked up at Zhang Fei in a daze. She never imagined that this tall, rough, domineering and mighty man would say such emotional words.

Zhang Fei said with a smile: "Don't mention it in the past, from now on, you will be my closest person besides the master."

"Husband——" Zhen Rong called out with tears streaming down his face, and threw himself into Zhang Fei's arms.

Ever since she became sensible, this birthmark has become her inner demon. There is no woman who does not cherish her appearance, not to mention that the four sisters of the Zhen family are all beautiful, but her lack of appearance has become the deepest pain in her heart.

Although others dare not say it in person, Zhen Rong often listens to people's comments in private. Even his mother Liu Shi thinks this birthmark is ugly, and other people can imagine it. This makes Zhen Rong's personality narrow since childhood irritability.

But she didn't expect that she would meet someone who tolerated her and even admired her appearance, and Zhang Fei was still a hero. The scene of saving her and killing the thief that day is still deeply imprinted in her mind.

Zhang Fei healed the trauma in her heart, which made Zhen Rong very touched. Marrying a hero who can appreciate herself, what more could a husband ask for?

Zhang Fei patted Zhen Rong, who was completely hanging on his body, he would not say words of persuasion, so he feigned anger and said, "On the day of great joy, wedding flowers and candles, why are you crying like this? If you cry again, Lao Zhang will get angry." !"

Zhen Rong quickly stopped crying and wiped away his tears vigorously. Although his makeup was red from crying, his eyes were smiling with tears in his eyes, making him look more and more charming. He dragged Zhang Fei to sit beside the bed.

"Husband, from now on, I will treat you with all my heart!" Zhen Rong was gentle like never before, with spring waves in his eyes, and suddenly pushed Zhang Fei down on the bed, blushing as if he was about to bleed. He said, "Let the servants come and serve you well!"

"Uh, cough cough, turn off the lights, turn off the lights!" Zhang Fei sat up abruptly, raised his hand and fanned out the red candles on the table.

The room darkened in an instant, and there was a muffled sound from the bedside, accompanied by a low whisper.

(End of this chapter)