The flowers in April of the world are gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temples are beginning to bloom.

On the increasingly prosperous green official road, teams of carriages were loaded with bright red silk cloth, playing cheerful trumpets and suona all the way, resounding for several miles, making it very lively and festive.

That was the Zhen family's bride-sending convoy.

In a blink of an eye, two days have passed, and it is the auspicious day that Guo Jia mentioned.

Today is the day when the Zhen family moved to Gaoyuan, and it is also the day when Pan Feng and Zhen Jiang are overjoyed.

Over the past period of time, Jidong has been shrouded in the shadow of constant wars. It is rare to have such a lovely event that has more or less diluted the depressing and tense atmosphere.

In order to celebrate the wedding, Pan Feng took out a lot of rice wine from the city’s granary at Guo Jia’s suggestion and distributed it to the people in the city to show his desire to share the joy with the people.

I’m not afraid of not being enough. Anyway, with the support of the Zhen family, if it’s not enough, I’ll take it from my brother-in-law’s pocket.

In Gaoyuan City, every household was inspired by Pan Feng's gift and protection for Gaoyuan, and spontaneously decorated the lights to add this brilliant touch to this grand wedding.

After the ceremony, Zhen Jiang slowly walked towards the new house in the backyard with the help of Zhen Mi and a group of maids.

Zhen Mi looked at the phoenix crown and red veil, which was covered with a red veil. She was extremely noble and as beautiful as a newly blooming rose flower, which was fascinating.

"In a few years, I will marry a hero like my sister, like my sister." Zhen Mi said seriously with her watery eyes.

"Silly girl." Zhen Jiang smiled like a flower, touched Zhen Mi's little head, and sighed: "There will be that day. When will Sister personally send you to marry."

In a blink of an eye, Zhen Jiang was sent to the new house.

At the banquet, Pan Feng began to accept congratulations from his subordinates and the surrounding officials in turn.

There are many guests, and Pan Feng himself has a good alcohol tolerance. In addition, he has the gain of bloody anger, so he can't fall down a thousand cups at this time. Naturally, he will not refuse anyone and drink happily.

After drinking for three rounds, it was almost the hour of Hai.

The grand wedding banquet finally came to an end. After sending away all the guests, Pan Feng took advantage of the little drunkenness and went to the new house with unfulfilled desire with the help of his maid.

At this moment, Zhen Jiang, who was sitting quietly on the wedding couch in the new house, had been waiting for more than an hour.

The candlelight was high and the ambiguous smell of rouge lingered throughout the room.

Before getting married, Zhen Jiang heard from the wet nurse that it was a woman and the person she liked, she would float as if she was flying into the sky. The taste was fascinating and endlessly.

While thinking about it, Zhen Jiang's pretty face with light makeup and heavy makeup was already blushing. She felt that she was just thinking about these things in her daughter's house. She was so ashamed.

Just then, a creaking sound.

Pan Feng gently pushed open the door and walked in with the help of his maid.

After taking the bamboo pole handed over by the maid, Pan Feng gave a few jam of money and said lightly: "There is nothing you have to do here, so let's go back."

After receiving the reward, the maid was about to leave the door and gently covered the door.

Through a layer of red veil, Zhen Jiang had already seen the blurry figure, the man who was about to become his husband.

Since the first time on the official road, when Pan Feng saw injustice and drew his sword to help her, she had already secretly agreed to Pan Fengfang.

Now it is considered that lovers finally get married.

Pan Feng gently lifted the red veil, and under the fiery red candlelight, Zhen Jiang's beautiful face reflected Pan Feng's eyes.

The cold moonlight penetrated through the cracks in the window and fell on her cheeks with ice-skinned skin, adding a bit more charming.

At this moment, Zhen Jiang was so beautiful that it was incomparable, and so beautiful that it was suffocating.

Pan Feng sat on the bed, gently held her delicate plain hand, and pondered: "Jiang'er, you should be a lady with endless wealth and glory. Do you have any regrets when you marry me?"

Without a slight hesitation, Zhen Jiang looked at the man in front of him warmly and said resolutely: "The mountains have no edges, and the heaven and earth are united, so I dare to be separated from you."

Pan Feng felt moved, and took the opportunity to put him in his arms and swore: "I, Pan Feng, swore here. If I achieve something hegemony in the future, I will definitely build a big palace for you, better than that of Luoyang Weiyang!"

Listening to Pan Feng's oath, Zhen Jiang snuggled tightly in Pan Feng's arms and suddenly said, "Husband, I have a question that I have always wanted to ask, which is your word "女" and did you get it yourself?"

Pan Feng nodded and looked back at the original owner's memory. The word "Big Bird" was indeed the name given by Pan Feng himself many years ago.

"Since it's not my parents' choice, does your husband have any idea to change it? Because I think this word "手机" is not worthy of his husband's heroic spirit." Zhen Jiang put it in his arms, looking like a little bird dependent on others.

Pan Feng smiled faintly and said, "It's just that I have this intention for my husband, but I have never had a good meaning and the word Feng. So what do you think?"

Zhen Jiang said quietly for a while: "I have read this sentence in an ancient book that records the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors - 'Xiao Shao 90% and Fenghuang comes to Yi'. Take the word Yi and add a prefix to Zi. What do you think?"

"Yi... Ziyi... Pan Ziyi, so good, then according to Jiang'er's meaning, in the future, sacrifices will be held to announce to heaven and earth to change the word "王子"

Pan Feng looked happy. Unexpectedly, Zhen Jiang actually gave him the word "Ziyi", which was somewhat similar to Guo Ziyi who turned the tide.

"Just as long as you like it," Zhen Jiang smiled happily.

The red candle was illuminated by Zhen Jiang's beautiful face in his arms, and Pan Feng felt increasingly turbulent.

"That's your husband, you have to do a good job with your wife next~" Pan Feng smiled wickedly and carried Zhen Jiang directly to the couch.

"I have been performing the rituals of Duke Zhou, and I hope my husband will be pity." Zhen Jiang wanted to refuse and let Pan Feng carry him onto the bed.

Pan Feng blew gently, extinguished the red candle, pulled down the red curtain, and the two of them looked at each other on the couch, and they were closely attached to each other.

ps: (It was released after being modified n times. It was deleted from 3000 words to 2000 words. It turned out to be too astringent. I know you don’t like to read this, so I’ll briefly write the last few paragraphs.)

(To be continued...)
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