The little girls at the door were like lucky cats, holding each other with their hands and saying auspicious words, but their small body was blocked at the door, just not allowing Zhu Ping'an to enter.

The formation of these girls blocking the door was clearly arranged by someone.

By the way, if I couldn't even enter the bridal chamber, my mother, Chen, would probably grab her and take her to the ancestral hall early tomorrow morning, and let herself kneel in front of the neatly arranged tablets of the ancestors and clans to repent.

There are three kinds of unfilial piety, and no descendant is the greatest. You can’t even enter the bridal chamber. Let’s see how you face your ancestors and ancestors.

Even the preaching words of his mother Chen can be thought of.

So, no matter what you do later, you must at least enter the bridal chamber first. Only by entering the bridal chamber can you live with your parents.

Looking at the six lucky cat little girls blocking the door, Zhu Ping'an shook his head and smiled slightly, then put his hand into his pocket again under their excited eyes, and then fumbled for a while.

When the little girls saw that Zhu Ping'an was going to send red envelopes to everyone again, they were all excited, just like puppies waiting for their master's big bones.

Not disappointing them, when Zhu Ping'an took out his hand, a stack of red envelopes appeared in his hand again.

The six little girls blinked their shiny eyes like the little dog who saw the bones, staring at the red envelope in Zhu Ping'an's hand.

"Thank you for your blessings, I would like to express my feelings."

Zhu Ping'an nodded at the six lucky cats, then shook the red envelopes in front of everyone, and then spread them on their heads.

It rained red envelopes.

The little girls who were all at the door saw the red envelopes falling from the sky, and they all shouted excitedly and snatched their butts to grab the red envelopes. They were quick-eyed and rushed, rushing to grab them. As for the heavy responsibility of blocking the door, they had long forgotten the responsibility of blocking the door.

Zhu Ping'an took two quick steps while these girls were sticking out their butts to grab the red envelope, walked through the second door and walked into the second yard smoothly.

"Oh, my son-in-law has gone in."

A little girl who grabbed two red envelopes, looked up and saw that her son-in-law had already walked into the second yard. She couldn't help but knocked her head regretfully.

"Ah? Why did you go in so soon? The lady will definitely blame us." The other little girls were also confused with regret.

"It's all your fault for being greedy." A little girl complained about the first girl to grab a red envelope.

"You guys snatched them all too." The girl was not willing to be outdone.

Then, the six little girls could only watch Zhu Ping'an stepping forward, regretting that they were greedy.

The joy in the second yard is even more intense. The rich bamboo, roses, lilies, lover grass and some colorful flowers create a festive atmosphere. The rose petals pave a small path, adding to the feeling of a daughter's home, and the taste of rouge and powder is relatively stronger.

"Congratulations to my son-in-law, my son-in-law is lucky."

The second-class girl from the Li family should be guarding the second-class girl. She is a little older than the six girls just now and is dressed better. After Zhu Ping'an walked into the second-class girl, these second-class girl walked in front of Zhu Ping'an in a few steps, put her hands on her waist and bent her knees to say hello.

"Happy together, happy together." Zhu Ping'an bowed and replied.

As the old rule, let’s send red envelopes first. Zhu Ping'an reached out to send a few red envelopes to these second-class girls. Generally speaking, the day of the groom’s wedding is almost the same as a boy with money. No matter what he does, he will never be wrong in sending red envelopes.

"Hehe, my son-in-law is a famous talent in our Ming Dynasty. Why do you always make these stinking things?"

"That's right, my son-in-law is the top scholar, so how can I send us these vulgar things?"

Several second-class girls at the door giggled and shook their heads, but did not receive the red envelope, they had other tasks.

"Oh, what do you think you want?" Zhu Ping'an, who had been mentally prepared, smiled slightly, not surprised at their behavior at all.

"Of course it's a pen and ink article. My son-in-law is the top scholar, and his writing skills are naturally the best in the Ming Dynasty. If my son-in-law's pen and ink article satisfy my lady, I will let my son-in-law in and see my lady."

The second-class girl in front nodded vigorously after hearing Zhu Ping'an's inquiry, then said with a smile.

"That's right, that's right, my son-in-law got the top scorer in the exam, so of course he had to write an article."

"You have to write poems, lyrics, and articles for my lady. If my lady is satisfied, then my son-in-law can go in and see my lady."

"My son-in-law has to show the talent of the top scorer. If you can't write well, I'll be able to enter the Golden Palace, but I can't enter the bridal chamber."

The other girls chattered and said that Zhu Ping'an was the top scholar in the Ming Dynasty and asked Zhu Ping'an to write poetry and articles, and then they showed it to Li Shu. If the pen and ink articles were satisfied with Li Shu, they would let Zhu Ping'an in. If they couldn't write well, they wouldn't be able to get in.

Oh, it turns out that this level is literary, Zhu Ping'an nodded with a smile.

Writing poetry articles is not difficult for Zhu Ping'an. Being able to get the top scorer is a winner in writing and writing, and he has an absolute advantage in this regard. In addition, he has hundreds of years of experience ahead of them. There are countless excellent poetry articles in the Qing Dynasty and modern times.

Therefore, Zhu Ping'an has no pressure on this.

"Son-in-law, there are pens, ink, paper and inkstones here, and a burning incense stick. The son-in-law has to finish the incense stick before it is burned. If time passes, he can only feel wronged that his son-in-law lives in the guest room, hehe."

"Son-in-law, there's only one stick of incense."

"I've written it, I can't be satisfied if I'm not satisfied."

Several girls chattered and led Zhu Ping'an to a location on the side of the second door. Here there was a set of tables and chairs with the words "Red Joy" and a set of pens, inkstones and paper on the table. A red candle was burned on the table, and there were two big red lanterns next to it. Under the illumination of the red candles and lanterns, the tables and chairs were bright and the light was very bright.

"I will grind the ink for my son-in-law"

A little girl volunteered to step forward to help Zhu Ping'an grind ink. She rolled up her sleeves and exposed a piece of white wrist. Under the candlelight, her skin looked very white and delicate, and it was obvious that she had been carefully maintained.

"Thank you, I'll do it myself."

Zhu Ping'an shook his head, declined the girl's kindness, sat down and took the inkstone, grinding the ink while thinking about what to write.

Li Shu is not an ordinary girl.

This girl's intelligence and darkness have seen since she was a child. It is probably difficult for ordinary poetry, songs and articles to impress this girl.

But the good news is that this girl likes herself. Although she doesn't understand the reason, this girl seems to have liked her a long time ago. If she hadn't tasted Li Shu's cooking taste like her chef on the island, she probably wouldn't have discovered this secret until now. Of course, from one aspect, it also shows that Li Shu's mind is hard to guess.
Chapter completed!