We were drinking and drinking, talking and laughing, and in a blink of an eye, the sun was setting and heading west, and the moon was rising.
Perhaps it was the occasion of the wedding, but everyone felt that His Highness the Crown Prince was extraordinarily kind today. Even the ministers who did not dare to talk to him in the past also went to toast with their colleagues.
Chu Lan listened to the congratulatory messages of "We will always be united and have a happy marriage for a hundred years" and took them one by one with a smile.
Looking at His Highness the Crown Prince who is completely different from the past, everyone knows that all this depends on the Crown Princess waiting in the new house, the former Lord Xiao Zhang.
So, when King Jing Chuxun said, "I'm drunk, I have to go back and rest." Seeing that night was coming, all the ministers knew that it was almost time, so they stood up and left one by one. They must not delay His Highness the Crown Prince.
bridal chamber night of flowers and candles.
If it were an ordinary family, there would still be trouble in the bridal chamber, but today it is the prince and the princess who are getting married, who has the courage?
Regardless of whether they came or went sooner or later, today, they all came to take advantage of the opportunity and returned home enjoying themselves.
"Have they all gone back?" In the wedding hall, Chu Lan rubbed his eyebrows slightly and sat on the golden nanmu Taishi chair. He was wearing a dark red groom's suit, which made him look very seductive.
"Yes, the last person to leave is the Minister of Punishment. His subordinates have just sent him back to his sedan chair." Huo Wu bowed and reported back. Feng Zhi was coming over with a bowl of hangover soup.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was obviously very happy today and drank a lot of wine.
Chu Lan nodded slightly and took the hangover soup, "When is it now?"
"We just arrived at Youshi." Feng Zhi glanced at the sky outside. It got dark early in late autumn. Although the adults were not too presumptuous, they could no longer see their fingers.
"Yeah." Chu Lan took a sip of the hangover soup, then put it down. She looked somewhere, as if she thought of something, and the corners of her mouth raised a slight arc.
Huo Wu and Feng Zhi glanced at each other, and both saw clearly what they meant in each other's eyes.
Huo Wu coughed lightly, "Your Highness, it's getting late, how about... go back to the new house now?"
"Wait another quarter of an hour." Chu Lan pinched his eyebrows and looked out the window, "Feng Zhi went and opened the window."
Although I wasn't completely drunk today, I was still somewhat drunk.
Although Feng Zhi was puzzled, he went over and obeyed.
Only when the autumn breeze entered the house, bringing a bit of coolness and dispersing the smell of alcohol in the room, did he understand His Highness's intentions.
Chu Lan stood up, and Feng Zhi was about to go over to help him, but he reached out to stop him.
The figure in wedding clothes has a straight back and a smile on her lips.
He can go see his bride, his ajiu.
Across the vast darkness of the night, red lanterns were hung everywhere in the Prince's Mansion. The bright red lanterns looked blurry and trance-like in the dark night.
Feng Zhi followed Chu Lan cautiously. Seeing His Highness walking like flying, he couldn't help but think to himself, His Highness drank so much, could it be that he drank fake wine?
After a while, a few people arrived at the newly decorated house - the princess's bedroom.
The prince's palace has prepared a palace for the future princess since the establishment of the palace, but the past has never been mentioned.
When Huo Wu asked the current Crown Princess what words she wanted to mention in her bedroom, Chu Lan paused slightly and then wrote down three words.
Today, the words "Jianjiayuan" written by His Highness the Crown Prince were hung directly on the palace.
In addition, the original Jianjia courtyard is connected with a small garden.
The jianjia is green and the white dew is like frost.
The intention here is self-evident.
At this moment, the Jianjia courtyard was also joyful and lively as never before.
"My dear... empress, His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived." Liu Guang heard the movement outside and trotted into the back room quickly, his round eyes gleaming with unusual excitement.
Although she had known for a long time that the woman sitting on the bed at this moment was the confirmed mistress of their prince's mansion, until today, she still couldn't suppress the excitement and joy in her heart.
And since she had taken care of Zhang Qingjiu in the past, she naturally became the closest maid to Zhang Qingjiu in the Prince's Mansion.
Hearing Liu Guang's voice, Zhang Qingjiu, who had never been afraid of anything, felt a little nervous inexplicably.
As the door was pushed open, a pair of crimson and black boots embroidered with gold threads appeared in Zhang Qingjiu's slightly lowered gaze. A little further up, there was that familiar figure.
Through Xipa, she could not see all of Chu Lan's outfit today, but under the candlelight, the smile on the man's face fell into her eyes without any hindrance.
Subconsciously, Zhang Qingjiu lowered his head slightly.
Seeing the red Nanzhu Xipa swaying slightly, Chu Lan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "You all can go down, there is no need to wait."
"Yes." Liu Guang had long known the habit of the two masters being together in the Prince's Mansion, and immediately glanced at Yunque and Zidie.
Although Zhang Qingjiu usually didn't need the two of them to serve him when he was resting, today was his wedding day anyway, so he hesitated a little. However, after waiting for a while, he didn't see any instructions from his master, so he had no choice but to retreat with Liu Guang.
As the door closed again, the last ray of autumn wind dissipated, and the room gradually became warm and hot.
Chu Lan looked at the person sitting on the edge of the red wedding bed covered with a handkerchief, and then scanned the surroundings.
In the bridal chamber, bright red "Happy" characters are pasted on the wall, and a pair of wedding candles are burning red on the table, each with red dates, peanuts, longan, and lotus seeds. They are filled with dishes and placed in front of the wedding candles, which are taken from "Early birth of a noble son"
Meaning.
Next to "Have a Happy Son", a golden Ruyi-shaped nickname quietly sits on a golden nanmu box covered with red silk cloth, waiting for the groom to pick it up and lift the bride's hijab, which means "as you wish".
Chu Lan moved her fingers, got up and walked over, picked up her nickname, and reached the bed curtains in just a few steps.
Following Chu Lan's pace and then his arrival, Zhang Qingjiu's heart tightened inexplicably, and he quietly grasped a corner of his clothes.
"Ah Jiu." Chu Lan's voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of intoxicating charm in her drunken voice.
Zhang Qingjiu felt that this sound was in his ears, and a different kind of wave was set off in his heart. It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, and it shouldn't be. In the end, he only made a low sound, "Yeah."
At the end of Zhang Qingjiu's words, the stick opened the Nanzhu Xipa, and finally, that stunning face, which was even more shy today, completely fell into Chu Lan's eyes.
Chu Lan choked for breath and her throat rolled, "My wife."
Hearing these words, Zhang Qingjiu's heart skipped a beat again.
The night was so dark, and through the weak candlelight, I didn't know who blushed first.
Chu Lan's eyes darkened and she couldn't help but whisper softly, "Ajiu, you are so beautiful."
The words became more and more intoxicating, causing Zhang Qingjiu's heart to feel as if a willow leaf was brushing, making him feel indescribably confused.
I just felt that it was not Chu Lan who went out to have a drink tonight, but her.
Because she looks like a drunk person.
I was intoxicated by the tenderness of the man in front of me.
Just as he was thinking about it, Chu Lan suddenly had two silver wine glasses in his hand, and his eyes were burning, "Ahjiu, this is the Hexin wine I asked the emperor to specially prepare. It will not be harmful to the child."
Seeing this look, Zhang Qingjiu's throat tightened inexplicably. He lowered his eyes and reached out to take it.
Arms intertwined, a glass of wine poured down the throat.
An almost bewitching voice soon came to my ears, "Jiu, it's time for the wedding night."