Getting married is not the end of this relationship, but the beginning.

With Sister Bao's ladylike temperament, if he hadn't been in the Jia family, would he have the chance to meet her and say a few words?

Take care of her beauty and cover the door during the day. This is to write her love and dignified personality. The name of a cold beauty is not for nothing.

If you want to continue to promote and sublimate this relationship, it is only possible after getting married. At this time, the beautiful peony flowers are sitting in front of him in wedding dress, waiting for him.

Baochai covered her veil and heard Jia Huan come in, but when she saw that he was reluctant to come to uncover her veil, her nervous breathing became a little quicker. She was afraid that her husband would have something to be dissatisfied with. She also wondered, was he drunk?

No bride would cover the red veil in the bridal chamber until the groom came in. How tired it would be. And, I had to eat something. It would be very uncomfortable for a day to hunger. When Jia Huan came to Wangyue Curie, Ying'er, the maid who was waiting outside, reminded Baochai.

Jia Huan couldn't help laughing. No matter what kind of personality Sister Bao is or how outstanding she is, she is a fifteen-year-old girl after all, and she will be nervous on her wedding night.

Jia Huan walked forward, reached out and lifted Baochai's red veil, revealing an exquisite jade face, a bright man, as beautiful as peach blossoms.

The first time she was looking at Jia Huan at such a close distance, without any concealing his admiration, appreciation, and joy, Baochai lowered her head ashamed. If she was unwilling to escape, she would turn her head and look at him with a silhouette.

But at this time, there was no way to avoid it. After etiquette, love was determined to be three lives. She is now his wife.

"Let my sister wait for a long time."

Jia Huan said a pun, looking at the beautiful girl in front of her, she couldn't help but bow her head and gently kissed her on Baochai's fresh red lips. It was extremely wonderful.

Baochai closed her eyes shyly. An indescribable feeling surged from the bottom of her heart. It felt like she had stamped a stamp, and her life belonged to her was decided. This was not her thinking that she was married in her mind, but a very real feeling. She and the boy she was thinking in her heart had married tonight.

Feeling that Jia Huan held hands, Baochai stood up obediently. The sentences of the Book of Songs surged in his mind, and his feelings flowed: Life and death are boundless, and life are boundless, and they are talked about with him. Holding his hand and growing old with him.

The strong emotions drove Baochai to open her beautiful eyes.

Jia Huan knew that Baochai was still nervous, smiled gently, held her hand, walked to the table, and picked up the gourd on it. There was also the last procedure for the wedding: drinking wine together.

"elder sister…"

In the ancient wedding process, Jia Huan didn't know how girls understood these things. Anyway, the two of them successfully finished drinking the wine in the gourd ladle connected together. Their eyes were intertwined, and they moved away with a smile on their lips.

Jia Huan's official title of Baochai should be his wife and wife, but compared to these titles, he prefers to call her "sister".

Jia Huan shouted "sister" and Baochai felt slim in her heart. She looked at Jia Huan with beautiful eyes, or had a bonus of alcohol, and said softly: "Master..."

Since ancient times, the title of wife for husbands directly reflects the status of men in the family. After the Ming Dynasty, patriarchal power has reached its peak. The titles are: good man, man, husband, husband, and master.

Like a goddess, Baochai, a lady from a wealthy family, shouted "Master" like this, which really made people feel very happy. She felt a sense of "conquering" her.

"Yeah." Jia Huan agreed with a smile, took off the phoenix crown on Baochai's head with both hands and placed it on the table. This thing was very heavy. He held her hand again and said deliberately: "Sister next time I slap in the colorful butterfly, remember to call me together."

Baochai couldn't help but smile, and glanced at Jia Huan with a coquettish look. Mingli was unreasonable, and she was shy and restrained in her heart, and she was nervous.

She occasionally became excited and wanted to rush to the butterfly. As a result, she gave her husband a joke on her wedding night. However, this feeling was very beautiful. At this time, the man in front of her gradually overlapped with the easy-going image of the Hongyan's letters in those days and the image of the boy in her heart.

Jia Huan is now in charge of the Jia Mansion, and his authority is increasing. He is Hanlin and Tanhua again. Baochai is a lady from a wealthy family. She has been in the Jia Mansion for several years and has done a proper job and a good character, which is respectable. If Jia Huan and Baochai go to the Grand View Garden to play together, it will be funny to think about the scene.

The identities of two people!

Therefore, outside the window and outside the door, a burst of laughter suddenly sounded, "Haha."

Jia Huan smiled and shook his head. Of course, his personality checked all the ancient wedding procedures and understood them clearly. Someone was listening to the corner of the wall outside the wedding room, and he knew very well. According to the custom: if no one listened to the room on the wedding night, it would be hindered.

However, as an atheist, Jia Huan was born under the red flag and grew up in New China. He believed in Marxist materialism and did not believe in this. He immediately went out to drive out people. There was a joke about "Playing the Colorful Butterfly together" that was enough for these people to talk about. Only Ruyi, Qingwen, Caixia, Ying'er, Xiangling and others were serving outside.

Next, there is the world of him and Baochai and his wife, without any disturbance.

…

The red candle shines high, and the beauty is like a flower.

The candle flowers jumped for a while, and it became more and more beautiful. Baochai, who was sitting on the bed, was snow-white, bright and elegant.

Compared to no one, Baochai was a little nervous and became nervous. What was next? She taught her before she got married.

Jia Huan drove the people back, but did not rush to take off Baochai's clothes. Instead, he pecked her gently under her cheek and said, "Sister, do you want to eat something first and let's rest? I'll take a shower."

Baochai's face was flushed and nodded shyly, and she was a little hungry.

Although today is the beginning of autumn, the capital is also very hot. Jia Huan was tired for a day and was a little sweaty. He asked the maids to carry hot water in, take a bath in the wooden barrel, and after drying, he changed into light white single clothes, and his body exuded the fragrance of bath beans.

Baochai sat at the table and ate pastries and drank tea. After picking out beans, peanuts, red dates and other things on the bed that mean "more children and more blessings" so as not to go to bed later.

He called on the maids to carry the water out. Looking at Baochai's beautiful figure sitting beside the bed, Jia Huan stopped talking nonsense and walked forward and hugged Baochai. This time, it was really warm and soft. Baochai was compared to Yang Guifei, with a plump figure.

Feeling her seemingly extremely nervous, Jia Huan couldn't help but comfort her: "Sister, don't be afraid!"

After saying that, he laughed. This was the big bad wolf who said before eating the little white rabbit, saying, "Don't be afraid." It was the same as not saying that. For the big bad wolf, he would not be nervous. For the little white rabbit, she would be nervous no matter how much comforted her.

Jia Huan took off Baochai's wedding dress one by one and placed it on a chair. He fell on the bed with Sister Bao. His head was covered with black hair and his body was as white as jade...

Put down the red mosquito net beside the bed.

…

Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, it will be better than countless people in the world.

In the red tent, Jia Huan hugged Baochai, his eyes occasionally looking at each other, and the taste of sweetness and happiness flowed in his heart. After a brief taste, the two of them were not too tired. They put away the bloody white silk and lay down together, waiting for time to flow away, and enjoy time to flow away.

It seemed that there was some shackle between the two, and there seemed to be a real bond and connection.

Jia Huan said: "Sister, don't you remember what I wrote to you: I will cut the candle from the west window together in the future, and then talk about the bright moon in this time." That was what he had just returned from the prison of the Censorate and wrote to Sister Bao. When Li Shangyin was out, he wrote to his wife, a famous chapter for all time. Now, he has married Baochai. The bright moon was there, and now shines on Yanshuang-Fly.

Baochai did not answer, but chanted softly: "The green collar of my heart is lingering. But for the sake of yours, I have been pondering until now."

Jia Huan smiled and held Baochai's small hand tightly under the quilt. He became a husband and wife, and was in love without doubt.

He thought that he might have made something wrong. When he thought that only after getting married with Sister Bao could he continue to "fall in love" with Sister Bao and sublimate the tacit understanding and feelings in each other's hearts. However, at this time, he understood that there was no need to continue. When he and Sister Bao were combined, he had already pushed this relationship and feelings to the extreme.

This is marriage! The matchmaker is a formal marriage, three books and six jobs. This is not the constraint of just a marriage book, not the relationship brought by a ceremony, not the two people spend their lives together. Instead, it means the promise, attachment, and vows for the rest of their lives.

Sharing life and death together, never leaving one another!.
Chapter completed!