I raised a husband in ancient times

"Little star? Little star?!"

Pei Xing was immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself. Lu Yiming tried to call out a few times, but there was no response. His frowning brows could not be relaxed.

It's not going to work like this, Lu Yiming found the right moment to press the opponent's tearing hand, and pulled him closer to him.

A soft kiss fell on the corner of Pei Xing's eyes, kissing away the rolling tears for him, and the big palm rubbed the back of his neck like stroking a big cat, with a soothing and calming effect.

The person in his arms had less emotional fluctuations, and Lu Yiming carefully asked in his ear: "What wronged little Xingxing? Can you tell my husband?"

It doesn't matter if you don't ask, it's really terrible to ask.

Pei Xing's tears just stopped pouring out again, he took Lu Yiming's hand and put it on his heart, and what he said made him feel distressed: "Husband doesn't want little Xingxing..."

"Why do you say that?"

Lu Yiming wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes for him, but it was useless, this man's tears could not stop at all.

"My husband is going to marry another, even the matchmaker and the wedding dress have already been prepared. The girl from the Liu family and my husband are in love with each other and are very happy. How can they tolerate me, who is an eyesore?"

"No wonder my husband didn't want to consummate the house with me, and he didn't want to give me a child. It turned out that my husband had already planned to divorce her husband and marry another. Also, who wouldn't want their first child to be shared with the person they love?"

Pei Xing thought of something, and started to panic, with tears on his face, his hands and feet were a little helpless: "I, I should wish my husband a happy marriage, I bought it, it's not worth a few dollars..."

What are these words?

marry another?When is he going to marry another?

The little husband is so nice, why would he not want him, it's too late to feel distressed.

But the other party seemed determined that he was going to abandon him and marry another, and now all the grievances were turned into tears, which fell down, Lu Yiming looked distressed.

"I didn't want to marry another, nor did I want to drive you away."

"Husband, why do you need to lie to me again?" Pei Xing sniffed and choked up, "Husband went to the matchmaker's house today to discuss the marriage with the Liu family, and even went to the cloth shop to make custom wedding clothes. The matchmaker Sun saw it!"

Is it the Liu family again?Sun matchmaker?Who is this?

His mother also mentioned it before, and he thought it was a slip of the tongue, but now he was even more confused. Since they knew that they were going to find a Tang matchmaker and customize wedding clothes, how could they have such a reaction.

"But what does this have to do with the Liu family?"

Pei Xing's cries were intermittent, and tears would fall from his eyes at any moment: "Isn't my husband just to marry the daughter of the Liu family? When my husband came back last time, he still smelled like a woman's spice!"

He finally understood, the little thing thought he did all this to marry someone else's daughter?

Lu Yiming frowned, where did he hear the gossip, which made Fu Lang so sad.

To pursue this matter for a while, the first thing is to stabilize the little guy's emotions. If I continue to cry, I'm afraid that the Great Wall will fall down.

Knowing that there was a misunderstanding, he patiently peeled off his heart little by little.

"It's not the Liu family's business for me to find Tang's matchmaker. I didn't expect my little husband to misunderstand it. As for the spices, they were made out of nothing. A few days ago, I was smashed by a purse at the entrance of the village. Who am I? It's so hateful."

Seeing someone with wide eyes seemed very surprised, he squeezed the other's hand, and put it against his cheek.

"Fu Lang is so nice, how can I like others?"

"Little Xingxing, did you know how uncomfortable I was when you begged me in a humble manner? I am also a human being, and I am also made of flesh and blood, and I will feel sorry for the one I love."

"Rumours are half-truths and half-false after all. Fu Lang should trust his husband more, and more importantly, trust himself more."

Pei Xing tugged on Lu Yiming's skirt: "But, I'm so stupid, I'm not good-looking, I can't help my husband anywhere, and I'm jealous..."

"I like everything about my little husband. The one who cries, the one who laughs, the one who is quiet, and the one who makes a fuss are all my favorite appearances. Little Xingxing is the best husband in the world, and there is only one."

Seeing that the teardrops were still hanging on the eyelashes, he gently kissed away the bean-sized waterdrops, and sighed softly: "It's my fault, I didn't give you enough sense of security."

Lu Yiming paused when he said this, then got up and took out a jade hairpin from his arms, reached out to straighten Pei Xing's somewhat messy hair, and pinned the jade hairpin into his hair.

He lightly kissed Pei Xing's hair, and patiently explained: "I went to ask the matchmaker to make up for the regret of not visiting the church back then."

"I should have given this hairpin together with the wedding tomorrow night. I was supposed to tell you about this surprise on your birthday tomorrow. I didn't expect the surprise to happen, but the joy is far away."

"Then I said it in advance today, and only this time, Xing Xing, listen carefully."

Lu Yiming knelt in front of Pei Xing on one knee, took his hand wearing a grass bracelet, stamped his ring finger, and looked at Pei Xing and said every word.

"Heaven and earth bear witness, I, Lu Yiming, will only have my husband in this life, and I only wish to spend the rest of my life with my husband, never leave, never leave, and depend on each other through life and death."

Pei Xing pinched his thigh hard, and the pain hit him, telling him clearly that this was not a dream.

The husband said that he was his beloved.

What the husband wants to marry is himself.

The husband also donned the hairpin for him, which is a courtesy that only regular wives have.

The husband also said that if he wants to grow old together with him, he will be the only one in his life.

This is not his dream, and the dream is not so beautiful.

Looking at her husband looking at him seriously, Pei Xing's mind went blank when he remembered his misunderstanding and actions just now.

Husband has done so much for him, is so thoughtful, and gave him a gift for his birthday, but what have you done yourself?I actually misunderstood my husband so deeply, thinking that the other party didn't want me anymore.

She shamelessly took off her clothes and rode on her husband, thinking, wanting to dedicate herself to her husband.

What did he do? !

Woo, it's so embarrassing, he wants to cry again...

Lu Yiming folded up some messy clothes for him, held him in his arms, and did not allow him to escape.

He took the purse embroidered with acacia beans, gently stroked the stitches on it, and said softly to Pei Xing, "Is this the acacia bean purse for me?"

The person in his arms nodded, with a nasal voice: "Hmm..."

Lu Yiming pressed him tightly: "Why did you give me a purse?"

"Because, because..."

Pei Xing rested his head on Lu Yiming's shoulder, and the courage to consummate the house suddenly disappeared without a trace, and his hot face couldn't express to his husband what he had practiced thousands of times.

But how could someone let him go easily, pinch the other person's chin forcefully, raise his head, and force him with eyes: "Because of what, huh?"

The little rabbit had no way to retreat, blushed, and said softly: "Because I like your husband, because I miss you... woo."

Lu Yiming's gentle kiss fell, and he swallowed his shameful words. Pei Xing softened his body and spread it in the other's arms.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"One, one month."

"Why did it get torn apart without giving it to me?"

"I did not do it on purpose……"

"Is that intentional? I said where did such a strong vinegar smell come from? Why didn't I taste it in my mouth? Could it be hidden somewhere I don't know?"

Lu Yiming's nasty fingers traced along the corner of his mouth to the bulge in his throat, and scraped lightly.

The latter's face exploded in shame, his jade-like toes shyly curled up, his eyes flicked from side to side, not daring to look at him.

"Today's incident is just this one time. If it happens again in the future, I will do it until you beg for mercy. What do Fu Lang think of this proposal?"

Pei Xing felt the direction of the opponent's hand, bowed his lower body slightly, his mind was fuzzy, and he whimpered, with a coquettish cry: "Husband, Husband has the final say."

"I have the final say..."

Lu Yiming naturally didn't let him go, the little guy who doubted his husband's character should be punished.

******

The warm winter sun descended from the sky, hitting the reddish face of the man on the bed, his eyes rolled slightly, he pulled the quilt over his head, and after a while, he felt something was wrong again.

What about my husband?

With his disheveled hair, Pei Xing tore off the quilt and looked around, only to find that the person he was thinking of was standing by the window, with something stuck to it.

He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, it was a happy word.

The bright sunlight shone on the other party's slender hands, which were ruddy and translucent, and the events of last night suddenly flooded into his mind like a spring.

That's right, although they didn't finish last night, but...

It was these hands that led him step by step to the clouds last night, and it was these hands that forced him to call "good brother" yesterday...

The owner of the hand turned his head, fell from the fairy world to the mortal world, opened his arms to him, and gently hugged him: "Baby, are you awake?"

Seeing that his cheeks were flushed, Lu Yiming's mouth was a little dry, and he forced himself to divert his attention. There are more important things to do today: "Get up, the groom."

Festive red silk is tied in the courtyard, bright happy characters are pasted on the windows, and even the tables and chairs are wrapped with red cotton sliver.

He didn't expect to know about this matter, but no one should be left behind. Apart from Lu's father, Lu's mother and Tang's matchmaker, Lu Yiming also brought Pei Xing's father and uncle over.

After Pei Xing washed, Father Xue changed into a dress for him, tied up his hair, put on a hair crown and the jade hairpin, and put on his brother's light makeup.

"A Xing is getting married."

Different from the embarrassment and reluctance last time, this time Father Xue's words were filled with comfort and blessing.

Pei Xing didn't cry three years ago, but now he is obviously happy, but his eyes are moist and tight: "Daddy."

"Don't cry, it's a day of great joy, our A Xing is the most beautiful brother, don't wear makeup."

The matchmaker's voice sounded outside the courtyard, Father Xue sent Pei Xing out of the house, and Xue Yang carried him downstairs.

Husbands and wives don't need to wear red hijabs when they get married. As soon as Lu Yiming sees a person with exquisite makeup, Lu Yiming panics instantly. The usual husband is well-behaved and fair, but the makeup-painted husband is soft and charming.

"The auspicious time has come, invite the bridegroom and the new husband to cross the brazier."

The matchmaker's words interrupted Lu Yiming's reverie. He handed the other end of the red silk to Pei Xing, and the two of them stepped over the brazier to the lobby. Lu's father and mother sat in solemn clothes, waiting for the couple.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

"Bye husband and wife!"

Lu Yiming and Pei Xing's eyes met, and they took a deep look, as if there was only each other in the world, and they bowed down to pay respects.

"Send to the bridal chamber!"

After Licheng, Pei Xing was sent to their wedding room, while Lu Yiming was dragged by Pei Xing's uncle to drink.

Xue Yang raised his glass and touched Lu Yiming: "I will leave Xiao Xing to you, treat him well."

"Of course he won't be wronged."

This time, Lu Yiming didn't ask Xiao Miao to help, but opened his mouth to drink, very happy.

But he kept his sanity, after all, today is his bridal chamber wedding night, after raising it for so long, he can finally eat it, how can he miss it?

No trace of his drunkenness could be seen in front of outsiders. Only Lu Yiming knew that he was really a little drunk. He poured Uncle Xue down on the table, and walked into the room with humble steps.

"Fu Lang is so pretty."

Lu Yiming touched Pei Xingyang's jade-like hand and kissed him foolishly.

He became more conscious, went to the table and poured wine on the cup, returned to the bed, and handed one to Pei Xing.

As soon as the latter's hand touched the wine glass, Lu Yiming withdrew it instead. It took a long time to remember what he was going to say: "I will feed Fulang."

As he spoke, he took this cup of Hexing wine into his mouth, kissed Pei Xing's lips, and gave it to the other party, while he drank another cup, licked his lips at the end, stared at Pei Xing's lips and said bluntly: "Fu Lang So sweet."

Pei Xing's face flushed, he stumbled and couldn't speak: "Husband, husband."

Under the dim light, Lu Yiming was bewitched, and slowly approached the person who was thinking about it day and night.

The spring is endless in the red tent, and the cold wind and snow outside the blue tile house.

Happy birthday, little star.

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