In weddings in the north, the house is made of green cloth, inside and outside the door, called a green house, where the newlyweds worship each other and spend the first night together.

Jiang Fusang was a little tired from sitting, so he simply got up and walked around Qinglu.

Because we were only staying for one night, there were not many furnishings. Apart from the couch, yoke and screen, there was also a cabinet, which should contain a change of clothes and spare quilts.

A small window was opened on the south side, and the hustle and bustle could be faintly heard, and the scene of the guests having fun could also be imagined.

It has become completely dark, and the lanterns make the night look white, but it is not the same as during the day.

The breeze carried the fragrance of flowers and came to Qinglu. Jiang Fusang took a deep breath and suddenly felt a little hungry due to the faint fragrance.

"Nvjun!" Calamus walked in carrying a food box, "Come and use some."

Jiang Fosang's eyebrows suddenly opened, "It's still the calamus that knows me."

"My servants don't dare to take credit." The good lady was afraid of starving the queen, but in a foreign land and in such an occasion, she was afraid of making mistakes and causing people to look down upon her, so she didn't dare to send food over without permission.

Chang Pu winked: "This is from Nan Quan."

"Nan Quan? How could he..." Jiang Fosang paused.

Yes, how could Nanquan think of it.

If he didn't think so, it must have been that person's order.

"The new son-in-law is very considerate of my daughter-in-law." Calamus boldly teased his own daughter-in-law.

Jiang Fusang glanced at her and said nothing.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the snacks on the table, including milk cakes, fish soup, and prison balls.

Although it is light, it is exquisite, and it is all southern taste.

The most rare thing is a plate of cherries. It's already mid-July, and cherries should be out of the market long ago, but I can still find them. It's really thoughtful.

Jiang Fosang was stuttering, and the curtain moved slightly.

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According to the original arrangement, Commander Heng did not have to go out to entertain guests - with his body, it was not easy for him to last until the ceremony was completed.

Out of love for her son, her mother, Lu, planned to find a relative to do the ceremony on her behalf, but he refused.

Today is his wedding day, he should do what he should do, and he doesn't want to do anything to others.

The bride comes from afar to marry, and this is also the respect due to the bride.

Besides, he was really happy.

I usually don't like to socialize, but today I had a banquet with the guests, but I didn't feel bored at all. All the wine I drank was sweet.

It turns out that wedding wine is indeed different from other wines, and he only truly realized it today.

It's a pity that I couldn't drink too much, and I was thinking about the words "My husband will come back early" in my heart, so I came back after socializing for a while.

When she opened the door and came in, she was eating cherries, her cheeks were slightly bulging, and her eyes were wide-eyed, as if she didn't expect that he would come back at this time.

After regaining consciousness, he quickly sat upright, took the silk handkerchief handed by the maid, wiped the corners of his mouth lightly, and then turned around and called the husband softly.

Although Hu Chang Heng was in good spirits at the moment, his face was a bit pale.

Nan Quan wanted to help him, but he shook his head and walked slowly to sit across from the desk.

"Are you still talking?" he asked, his voice slow.

Jiang Fusang nodded: "Mr. Lang has a heart."

Commander Heng smiled.

Now my mind has calmed down and I can finally take a good look at my bride.

But I saw that the powdery face was as white as porcelain, the eyes were as bright as stars, the eyebrows on the distant mountains were not painted but dark, the peach lips were not dotted but red, and the black temples were decorated with gold hairpins, swaying and swaying, complementing the jade face. , which makes people forget their vulgarity.

Nan Quan tilted his head at Chang Pu, and the two of them retreated in silence.

Hu Changheng forced himself to look away and looked at the snacks on the table, and found that they only took a few bites.

If I hadn't heard from Nan Quan earlier that she didn't eat much, I would have suspected that what I prepared was not to her liking.

He pointed to the remaining half of the plate of cherries: "Why don't you continue using it?"

There is food in the belly, but there is no sense of hunger anymore. The cherries are just an indulgence.

However, the hospitality was hard to resist. Jiang Fusang stretched out his fingers and picked up one. He did not rush to put it in his mouth, but asked him: "There are still cherries in the North?"

It does exist, but it is no longer in season.

Commander Heng did not tell her about the difficulty of finding it, but only said: "Nan Quan said you like to eat this food."

Jiang Fusang was stunned for a moment and lowered his eyes, his pink face faintly turning red.

As soon as the words came out, Commander Heng also felt abrupt, and it was the same as usual at the moment.

He felt a little uncomfortable himself, and was afraid that Jiang Fusang would be uncomfortable, so he turned sideways.

With this movement, the itching in the throat suddenly worsened.

The hands in the big sleeves were clenched into fists. He endured it again and again, and finally a muffled cough escaped from the tight lips.

After this sound came out, he couldn't stop it anymore. He arched his back, supported the table with one hand, and coughed heart-wrenchingly.

Seeing this, Jiang Fusang hurriedly stood up and walked around the case, rolled up his sleeves and patted him on the back.

The feeling under his palm was slightly tingling, which showed how thin he was.

After a while, the coughing stopped.

Jiang Fusang brought him warm water and asked him to drink it: "Drinking more water can help relieve the pain."

"Thank you." Hu Changheng reached out and took it.

Jiang Fusang knelt down beside him and looked at him from the side. Not only was his face pale, but his lips were also faintly cyanotic.

He was also seen holding a fist with his left hand against his chest, his eyebrows were swollen, and he was in unbearable pain - obviously, the cough was just a symptom, or a type of disease, and his real focus was not here.

"What kind of medicine do you take on daily basis? You keep coughing like this? Why don't you ask the medicine boy to try taking Fritillaria and loquat leaves as medicine to relieve the chronic cough-"

"You..." Chief Hu looked at her blankly, then lowered his eyes after a moment, "How did you know?"

Jiang Fusang paused and replied, "I guessed it."

Commander Heng raised his eyes again, with a hint of desolation in his eyes: "Since you have guessed it, why are you still willing to marry me?"

Jiang Fusang chuckled, "Have you ever seen a small boat on the river, sir? You can always come and go as you please. If there are strong waves, you can't control where you go. If you don't want to be torn apart by the wind and waves, you can only drift with the current."

She didn't say anything like she was in love with her, she just told her truth.

There was no complaint in his tone, only a clear sincerity.

It was this sincerity that gave Hu Changheng a moment of respite in the heavy haze.

"After all, it's my Hu family who can't help you, and I've wronged you too."

"I am lucky enough to marry my husband. I don't feel aggrieved. I just want to be content with the situation."

He smiled bitterly: "My body...you have also seen it. I am afraid that it is powerless and cannot give you long-term stability."

Jiang Fusang shook his head: "A hundred years has a hundred years of living, and every ten years has a ten years of living. Just stay with us and leave no regrets. Why do you need to think so much?"

Hu Chang Heng was stunned for a moment, and a bud suddenly sprouted from his heart like a dead tree.

Do you really...don't have to think so much?

Or, can he really have the beauty in front of him?

"I am willing to accompany you in the morning and evening." Jiang Fusang said, and the catkin covered the back of his hand, "I also hope that you will show mercy to me."

Before going to bed last night, the good lady showed her the fire avoidance chart as usual.

"With your beauty and intelligence, and some tenderness in your boudoir curtain, no man can escape your grasp."

Since she was married to Chongzhou and planned to use Hu's family to temporarily escape the storm, Jiang Fusang had no intention of evading her obligations as the wife of Hu Chang Heng.

On the one hand, it was because she really needed to rely on Hu Changheng to establish a foothold in the Hu family. Even if she did not plan to stay for a long time, she would not be able to leave within a few years; on the other hand, it was because of her debt to Hu Changheng.

Although the Hu family in the previous life announced that Hu Changheng died of a long illness, judging from the various reactions of his aunt later, I am afraid it was not unrelated to Foyin. In this life, another sister Yi Married came... Even though the Hu family concealed the illness first, they

The Jiang family is not entirely innocent.

Therefore, she was willing to treat Commander Heng with sincerity. Either she would be harmonious with her, or she would treat them with respect like a guest and accompany him the rest of the way as a wife.

Fortunately, the person in front of her was not annoying to her.

The good wife's original intention was that she was afraid that she would lose to Jiuyi - if the husband's heart was occupied by other concubines first, it would be a shame for the first wife, and it would also be extremely detrimental to her future status and rights.

Jiang Fusang laughed when he heard this: "If there is someone among the Nine Sisters who really likes him, it would be a good thing." At least the burden on her heart will be lighter.

It's really hard not to be moved by this charming beauty who speaks these words to you in such a cute and pitiful way.

Hu Changheng suddenly understood where Nanquan's confidence came from.

After pondering for a long time, he finally couldn't resist the temptation and held her delicate hand in his palm.

"The sage said that if you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening. If you can be by your side, you can die in the evening -"

"Hey!" Jiang Fusang stopped him, "Why would you say such unlucky words on such an auspicious day?"

The commander-in-chief smiled and said: "That Shu's son came into my room. It was Jiewei's blessing. It was Jiewei's fault to say such unlucky words."

It's late night, people are quiet, and the lights are dim.

When the four eyes look at each other, there is warmth and affection.

The clasped hands suddenly felt a little wet.

Hu Changheng slowly leaned forward, and the distance between the two became closer and closer.

Jiang Fusang closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, feeling extremely pitiful——
Chapter completed!