Respect the little husband [farming]

Inside the carriage.

"The Analects of Confucius, the Master said: If you hear a lot, you will be suspicious, but if you speak carefully, you will be few. What are the last two sentences?" Wen Geer asked, his eyes fixed on the arguments in his hand, and he calmly focused on two things.

"Uh, if you see something wrong, if you do the rest cautiously, you will have little regret, say—say—" Ping'er glanced at Ajiao erratically, thinking that Jiao Jiao still looks so good after changing her attire.

"What do you say?" Jiao Shihan closed the white fan in his hand and tapped the two small horns on his head.

Ping'er: "Words—speak little, and do little regret, and fortune is among them."

The voice of the five or six-year-old child reciting is crisp and lively, with two hair buns on his head, and the baby's fat cheeks are pink.

Cute, Brother Wen thought with a sullen face, and poked his fat cheek with his fingers.

Ping'er slapped his hand away: "What are you doing?"

"Ping'er, you can't hit elder brother." Jiao Shihan took Wen Ge'er's palm and rubbed it.

Ping'er's face swelled, and he whispered: "I didn't mean it."

It happened that Ajiao bent over a little bit, and Ping'er stretched out his small hand to stretch the fake beard on his chin. Yes, it was a fake beard glued on. He was wearing a brown-yellow gown with arrow sleeves, the neckline and wrists were tightly tied, and his accustomed loose hair was tied up neatly from head to toe.

He is as graceful as a beautiful gentleman, and the jade tree faces the wind.

Jiao Shihan patted his little hand away, picked up the small mirror on the case table, and took a closer look at his attire: "You have to pull off the beard that was so hard to put on, how about it? I will speak in a rougher voice, like so--"

The voice sank: "I am Zhao Ping'er's uncle, what advice can Master have?"

The white fan fanned himself, and Ping'er couldn't help applauding.

Brother Wen boasted: "He has the demeanor of the Uncle Ning family I know."

Jiao Shihan couldn't help laughing a few times, his brother was tall and powerful, he could shake an army for three miles with a single shout, but he couldn't match him.

The carriage stopped, and Luxiu, who was sitting in front with the groom, got out of the carriage and opened the door behind the carriage: "Master, two young masters, Hongzhang Academy has arrived."

Jiao Shihan put away her fan and pulled the two little ones out of the car, stood at the bottom of the steps and looked up at the Zhuangmu Academy on the high platform, took a deep breath, straightened her waist, and walked up. Holding two wooden boxes.

After the doorman at the gate learned of their purpose, he led them through the Chaoshou verandah and directly into the Xiangya Courtyard. Brother Wen was a boy, and he had already turned at the intersection to his own Chongyang Courtyard. Ping'er waved his little hand Saying goodbye to him, Brother Wen pinched the two small corners of his head sullenly before turning and leaving.

"Why does he always like to pull my hair?" Ping'er wondered, and touched his two horns, he was worried that his hairstyle would be messed up.

"Because Ping'er is cute." Jiao Shihan smiled, and as soon as he pulled him into the courtyard, several short, fat little ones looked at them, with two buns tied on their heads, as pink and tender as each of them. Fu doll.

so cute!

One of them ran over with a cuju, and said bluntly: "The boss will come to play cuju on the field after training in a while. We are divided into two teams, and you are the only one left."

Boss?

Jiao Shihan was very curious, squatted down and looked at the doll in front of her and asked, "Why do you call Ping'er Boss?"

"Because the boss dared to hate the master, and even discounted the master's arm, it's really amazing."

Jiao Shihan: "...?!"

Ping'er: "I didn't hit it, he fell when he was chasing me, and I connected his arm."

"It's all the same," the girl said, looking at the handsome uncle in front of her, "My name is Geqinwan, everyone calls me Wan'er, uncle, who are you?"

Waner?The daughter of Ge Zhifu.

Jiao Shihan thought of the magistrate being imprisoned in the dungeon by her husband, and couldn't help feeling soft towards her. She took the wooden box from Luxiu's hand, opened it, and inside were all kinds of pastries newly released by the bakery.

Wan'er: "Wow."

"I'm Ping'er's uncle, can Wan'er call the other children over to eat together?"

"Great!"

A lot of little bean dices gathered together and formed a group, holding the cakes in their little hands, you ate them one by one, Jiao Shihan suddenly felt the pleasure of feeding them.

Hmm~ So cute.

"His uncle." Zhi Xue stood in the distance and called half dead, his eyes were black and blue, his arms were wrapped in splints and bandages, and his condition...was not very good.

Presumably this person is the master they said was beaten, Jiao Shihan stood up and smiled embarrassedly at him.

Zhixue turned around and entered the classroom, Jiao Shihan pulled Pinger and followed quickly, and sat upright opposite him, with a desk between them, Zhixue poured him a cup of tea with the other hand :

"You are Zhao Ping'er's uncle? You look...very handsome."

With a thud in his heart, the smile on the corner of Jiao Shihan's mouth disappeared instantly, and he straightened his expression and said in a deep voice: "Master, I am indeed his uncle, and his grandfather is a doctor. He couldn't help the wounded, so I had to come."

His eyes glanced at his arm: "My Ping'er is very naughty. I have caused you trouble, my master. I would like to apologize to you. If you don't mind, let Grandpa Ping'er show you. His medical skills are very good. .”

Ping'er: "..."

If he asked his grandfather to show the injury to his master, wouldn't Jiao Jiao be in vain?

Zhixue waved his hand: "It's not a problem, it's because I messed around with him and fell like this because my feet were unstable, but your son's medical skills are also good, which shows that he is not stupid by nature. As for being at the bottom of all six disciplines, are you right, his uncle?"

"It's very reasonable, Ping'er?"

Ping'er: "I was wrong, I'm sorry, I will definitely correct it, study hard, make progress every day, chisel the wall to steal the light, smell the chicken and dance, and I will never be mischievous again!"

Zhixue's half-dead face finally healed a bit, Jiao Shihan opened another wooden box, which contained the complete four classics Xisan Hongshui: "Please accept it, Master."

Zhixue's eyes lit up, and he pulled it over with both hands regardless of his injured arm: "Uncle is so polite hahahahahaha."

"It's rare to see Zhixue smiling so heartily." The supervisor said from a distance, looking at the classroom across a lake.

Standing beside him, Weixiu stared straight at the person sitting opposite Zhixue, frowned and asked, "Who is that person?"

"Who? The one next to Zhao Ping'er? From the Shen family."

Wei Xiu didn't say a word, and when he saw him get up and leave the classroom, he followed him, watching his back not far or near, until he left Hongzhang Academy, stood on the top of the steps and saw the carriage coming to pick him up.

"Sir, what's wrong with this man?" The supervisor asked beside him.

"Like, it's just too similar."

"Like who?"

Wei Xiu: "Princess Jiaqing."

"gentlemen!"

"Why? This is not above the temple. What's wrong with this name?"

Supervisor: "...You and I know it well, it's better not to mention this name."

"Hmph." Weixiu waited for the carriage to go away, then turned and left.

When Jiao Shihan returned home, she happened to see Shen Wenxuan walking towards her, with the white fan spread out, covering her face and about to slip away.

"Young master, please stop." Shen Wenxuan took a few steps to block him, "I see that young master has red lips, white teeth, fresh and handsome, and his demeanor is very provocative. I wonder if young master would appreciate it and come to my room for a drink or two? "

Jiao Shihan glared at him with her beautiful eyes from behind the fan: "I've already had a drink with someone, I'm afraid I won't be able to meet your appointment."

"This can't be decided by the young master."

Shen Wenxuan suddenly picked him up by the waist, which made Jiao Shihan startled, and showed his beard: "Hehe, this is not the young master, so it is the master."

Jiao Shihan couldn't help laughing, took off the beard on his chin and stuck it on his face, with a long sticky stick on each side of his mouth, like a starling beating a gong to clear the way: "Hahahahahahahaha."

Shen Wenxuan lowered his head and bit his cheek: "When I get old and grow a beard like this, I'll see if you smile or not."

"You are not old enough to be crowned, and it will be too early when you are old."

Nonsense, he's almost thirty.

Shen Wenxuan adjusted his posture and hugged him again, wrapped his arms around his hips, and hugged him like a child: "Jinxiufang sent a wedding dress, I'll take you to have a look."

"Does it look good?"

"Not as good-looking as you."

............

July [-]th, big wedding.

In front of the Shen Mansion, there are many people in the market, and Wang Muze is dressed in a joyful red dress and stands at the door to greet the guests:

"Brother Yu, Mr. Yu, you are all distinguished guests, come in quickly, come in quickly, these are all acquaintances, what gift do you give?"

Yu Ziqiu: "This gift still needs to be given. This is the only time to get married. Isn't it a shame for our Yu family not to give a gift? But Mr. Wang is in charge of your red dress. Those who don't know think you are married hahahaha Ha ha ha ha."

Several people around laughed.

"Of course my young master and young master are married, I will wear festive clothes to add joy to our Shen family. Come in quickly, take a rest, and you will be busy later."

"Oh, Boss Wang," Wang Muze held the hand of Boss Wang who took the lead in returning the goods a few days ago, "I didn't expect that your Boss Wang would come here as a reward."

Boss Wang was a little embarrassed: "Isn't this narrow-minded before? But after I went back and thought about it, it was still the fault of my nephew who didn't live up to expectations. Manager Wang didn't care about what happened a few days ago."

"Look at what you said, can I be Boss Wang?"

Firecrackers were crackling on the street, and Wang Muze looked up: "Here we come! Get out of the way, the bridegroom is back!"

At the very beginning of the team was a majestic dog wearing red flowers. Shen Wenxuan rode behind him on a tall horse. He was dressed in a red and gold wedding dress, with a golden crown on his head. Speaking of which, there are also two big red flowers tied around their bodies.

The servants in front of the blowing, playing, playing and singing room held the wedding flag high, and there were guards guarding the wedding sedan chair in the middle. The line was as long as half a street, and they walked around Pingyue Mansion for a week before returning. Luxiu and Defu had already scattered jelly beans and copper coins along the way, and the people who followed them were too numerous to enumerate.

Jiao Shihan was sitting in the sedan chair, holding a delicate fan in his hand, and his face was slightly powdered, especially lip balm, and a small plum blossom-shaped flower tint was dotted on his forehead, which was as delicate and soft as a person in a painting , Unforgettable to see.

So nervous!

Jiao Shihan sat in the sedan chair and listened to the movement outside. Although she couldn't see the inside from the outside, she still sat upright, for fear of messing up her wedding dress and hair, but she couldn't help being happy when she saw the happy word on the fan.

It's summer now, and the wedding dress on his body is lighter than the winter one, and he will fold the two dresses together after the end.

The car stopped, and after another burst of firecrackers sounded, the car curtain was lifted, Jiao Shihan hurriedly covered his face with a fan, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Ah Xuan's hand stretched out, his heart was beating wildly, and he raised his hand gently Put your hand in his palm, solemnly and cherish it.

Shen Wenxuan pulled him off the sedan chair with gentle movements, and accompanied by congratulations, Shen Wenxuan nodded with a smile. The first to enter was a series of dowry gifts, five carriages pulled over, and every box was heavy. It took some effort for two big men to lift a box.

Although it was carried out and then carried in for a walk around, but there must be a scene, and everyone stretched their necks and couldn't help sighing at the financial resources of the Shen family.

Shen Wenxuan helped Ajiao step over the brazier at the door and walked into the yard. This job was supposed to be done by the matchmaker, but Shen Wenxuan wanted to do everything by himself.

"Those who didn't know about this scene thought it was the princess who got married. I don't know if I can make it halfway through when I get married." Yu Ziyan's eyes shone with envy, and she twisted the handkerchief in her hand.

Yan Qi stood beside him and coughed, and said in a low voice, "Then what... I've almost saved enough money."

"What do you want to say?" Yu Ziyan squinted at him, "Why are you saving money? Want to marry me? Who is going to marry you."

Yan Qi blushed: "The two of us are settled."

Her fingers secretly touched Yu Ziyan's hand through the cover of her sleeve, Yu Ziyan didn't agree, she just stuffed the handkerchief in his hand into his hand, and walked away with a coquettish smile, talking about sniffing the fragrance on the handkerchief secretly, He laughed, fearing that others would notice it, and straighten his face immediately.

Among the guests, layman Weixiu, Zhang Yujian, Huizhen, Huiji from Chongfu Temple, and Tong Lao could also be seen.

Sitting on the high hall are Dr. Zhao and old man Wen. Behind them is an exquisite hollow, inlaid with colored glass. From a distance, it looks like a Chinese character "Happy", which attracted people in the yard to stretch their necks to watch.

The bridesmaids stood still and shouted loudly: "Bow to heaven and earth!"

Shen Wenxuan and Jiao Shihan bowed facing the outdoors.

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

Both of them had no relatives, so they bowed to Dr. Zhao and old man Wen. Dr. Zhao cried with joy and said, "Okay, okay, stand up, stand up."

Old man Wen smiled once in a while, and threw him a handkerchief: "Why are you crying on the big day?"

"I'm not happy."

"Husband and wife say hello!"

Jiao Shihan looked at Shen Wenxuan from the edge of the fan, bent down and bowed down.

"Licheng!"

From this moment on, they are just and proper husband and wife.

The sunlight outside shone in through the colored glass, reflecting on the two of them glisteningly. Shen Wenxuan held A Jiao's hand, moved the ring on his middle finger to his ring finger, and silently made a promise in his heart.

Regardless of poverty, regardless of disease, regardless of high or low, I regard you as my life forever.

Without toasting with the guests at the banquet, Shen Wenxuan took Jiao Shihan to rest first.

A guest joked: "The groom's official wants to go to the bridal chamber so early, hahahahahahahahahaha."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, this is unavoidable. I haven't drank the groom's wedding wine yet."

"We are all waiting, come quickly, you young couple will have a long life in the future."

Shen Wenxuan didn't pay much attention, just said: "Wait a moment."

After returning to the room, Shen Wenxuan took down the fan that covered his face. They hadn't met the day before yesterday, and they didn't sleep together at night. However, when they saw his face, they still couldn't help being amazed, and leaned over to kiss him. Kissed the flower tin on his forehead.

Jiao Shihan blushed and pushed him, there are still so many people waiting outside.

Wine, vegetables and cakes were already set up on the table, which Ajiao liked to eat. Shen Wenxuan took off the heavy phoenix crown on his head, and also took off a layer of wedding clothes on his body, saying:

"I'll go out to socialize for a while, you eat first, and if you want anything, tell Luxiu and Defu, or come to me."

Jiao Shihan: "This is not good, unless you come in next time, there is no reason to open this door again."

"This is our own home, and I will stand in front of it, who dares to make irresponsible remarks to you." Shen Wenxuan smiled, and kissed the corner of his mouth before leaving.

Jiao Shihan pursed her lips and laughed a few times, and when the door closed, she picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the soft milk cake.

Marriage is physical work, and my stomach is hungry.

Shen Wenxuan socialized during the banquet, and everyone who offered a toast would always come to him. After the toast, his hair was not messed up. Before the banquet, he drank the hangover soup given by Dr. Zhao, and he lost if he drank it down.

After these grandsons were all down, Shen Wenxuan raised his eyebrows, and was about to go back to his room after drinking the last glass. Zhao Er behind him suddenly came over and handed him a letter. Shen Wenxuan glanced at the stamp, his face Not obvious, opened it like opening an ordinary letter and read it quickly, burned the letter completely with the flame of a candle, and whispered:

"Prepare as you said before."

Zhao Er retreated in response, and made a few gestures to call Yan Qi and Zhang Yujian away from the yard.

Shen Wenxuan stood still for a while, looked at the darkening sky, turned his hands back and went back to the room first.

In the room, Jiao Shihan was sitting on the bed, grabbed the peanut longan on the bed, heard footsteps outside the room, and knew that Shen Wenxuan had returned, and ordered someone to change the bedding. When Shen Wenxuan opened the door, Jiao Shihan was only wearing a red dress. Sitting upright in front of the bed in the middle clothes, the makeup on his face has been washed off.

Everyone in the room retreated, it was the first time for everyone, they all felt a little strange when they met at this time, shy and satisfied.

Jiao Shihan watched him sit next to her expectantly, because he poured the wine as soon as he touched it, so the two of them didn't drink the acacia wine.

Shen Wenxuan took out a strand of his hair, wrapped it between his fingers and stroked it for a few breaths, and tied it with his own, like black and white. Jiao Shihan cut it off with scissors, solemnly put it into a wooden box, and hid it under the pillow. It means growing old forever.

Ajiao lowered her head, her face was as red as a delicate flower, Shen Wenxuan stared at it for a while, and with a movement of her finger, the gauze curtain fell down.

The room was very silent, and he could hear the heartbeat of the person opposite him clearly. Shen Wenxuan slowly leaned over. Ajiao closed his eyes and twisted his fingers nervously, thinking it might be a touch, but in the next breath, he Shen Wenxuan pulled the quilt away to make rice dumplings, Jiao Shihan was taken aback for a moment, opened his eyes, and looked at him puzzled.

"Now is not the time." Shen Wenxuan said, met his eyes, and kissed him with restraint and enthusiasm like he did before. The temperature gradually rose. Shen Wenxuan hugged him from behind, grinded his canine teeth, and bit the kiss. At the sensitive spot on the back of his neck, electric current ran through his whole body.

Just doing this, Ajiao was exhausted, lying in his arms panting slightly, his body wrapped in the quilt was covered in sweat.

"Why?" he asked before he lost consciousness, "why...didn't do that?"

Shen Wenxuan laughed a few times, and kissed the back of his ear: "That's something you will learn later."

He is reluctant to do it now.

Jiao Shihan was tired, she closed her eyes in a daze without hearing clearly, rubbed the corners of her quilt and fell into the soft darkness.

The air is filled with soft and sweet fragrance, mixed with fire-baked sandalwood, attracting and merging with each other. In the end, regardless of each other, it will only make people feel comfortable.

In the space covered by the gauze, there were only two steady breaths left. Shen Wenxuan opened Ajiao's right palm and stroked the faint scar on his hand. The ointment given by Dr. Zhao was very effective. After a few days of application, the scar would probably disappear .

But recovering from the injury doesn't mean that there was no pain, including the time when he was thrown down the well, just because he survived doesn't mean that he will forget the monstrous hatred at that time.

"Happy wedding, Jiaojiao." Shen Wenxuan said softly, holding him tightly with open eyes until the sky turned white, and the candles in the house remained on all night.

In the end, he stared at him and paused for a few breaths. Before he noticed, Shen Wenxuan left a letter and left.

At the gate of the city, in the azure dawn, a black army is ready to go, the armor, thistles, and guns are all shining with a cold metal light.

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感谢在2021-02-1823:30:31~2021-02-2017:21:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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