The lady of a good match

"Worship the heavens and the earth-"

"Second worship high hall-"

"Husband and wife salute—"

"Licheng!"

"Send to the bridal chamber!"

"Libi!"

"Congratulations, Mrs. Yan..."

"Congratulations, Second Young Master..."

"Congratulations, young lady..."

"..."

After finishing the cutscene of the marriage ceremony, the surroundings became lively and noisy. Looking at the congratulatory people with smiles all over their faces, Yan Qing smiled, but she didn't pay much attention to it in her heart. She has seen such a hypocritical face in her previous life too much. The world is hot and cold.

A scorching sight came from behind, Yan Qing subconsciously turned her head, and found that it was Yan Minghuan, looking at each other from the air, Yan Minghuan had a warm smile on his handsome face, but his eyes were cold.

A ruthless and ungrateful person, the one who ruined Yan's family forever, Yan Qing was furious in his heart, but still nodded and smiled, not wanting to talk to him, turned around, and walked away with Wei Shuhan who was wearing a red handkerchief, only to find that His mouth was already fishy and sweet, and the fingers tucked into his sleeves were almost embedded in his palms. Seeing his enemies smile, he would use blood as a medium, but now he can't do anything to Yan Minghuan, after all, the current Yan Minghuan hasn't made any mistakes yet.

Whoever said that having past life memories is a good thing, in Yan Qing's view, this life, before all the dust settles, he can only spend it in anxiety and worry.

"I'll go out to greet the guests. Madam, do as you please. There are servants outside the door. If there is anything that needs to be done, Madam can tell them to do it."

Relatively speechless, Yan Qing sent the man into the new house and turned around to go out. Wei Shuhan responded without saying anything. After the door was closed again, he looked at the festively decorated room and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. How should we go in this life? Woolen cloth?

What if it turns out that it was really the Yan family who framed the Wei family?What should I do...

When the wedding banquet was over, it was still raining, night fell, and it was gray. All the lanterns in the house were lit up, and the whole house was brightly lit. The only sound was the pattering rain. Wei Shuhan pushed open the window and looked out , wondering if Yan Qing would drink alcohol?Will you be drunk?Will you come and sleep with him tonight?

"Knock Knock Knock-"

"Squeak-"

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Wei Shuhan closed the window, turned around and saw two servant girls and servants carrying hot food come in, and saluted him respectfully:

"Young madam, the young master ordered the servants to bring some hot food to the young madam. The young madam has been tired all day, so let's eat something first."

After finishing speaking, he put the food on the small table, replaced the cold food on the table, and told him to eat it while it was hot, then turned around and left quickly.

Wei Shuhan glanced at the small table, but didn't sit down to eat, he wasn't very hungry, maybe thinking too much distracted his hunger, but he looked forward to Yan Qing's return to the room.

As the night gradually deepened, the door was pushed open again, and with the smell of alcohol rushing into the door, Wei Shuhan knew that Yan Qing had returned.

The sound of footsteps approached, and quickly walked around the outer screen, the pace was a bit vain, Qingjun's face was flushed, but he didn't lose his composure, saw him when he came in, and smiled at him.

Wei Shuhan stood up, Yan Qing came over, took his hand and sat down at the low table, poured two glasses of wine, and said with his tongue slightly open:

"Come on, have a cup of wine, and the etiquette will be complete. From now on, you and I will treat each other as guests, just do some face-saving work, and be more casual in private."

Wei Shuhan didn't say anything, and drank a cup of wine with him with a 'hmm'.

Yan Qing probably doesn't like wine. When drinking, he narrows his eyes slightly and furrows his brows slightly, with a look of reluctance. This little habit has been with him in his previous life.