Miss and farmhand

After the Jinlou was renovated, Huang Chu went inside to take a look. It was very clean, but it didn't resemble anything from his previous life. The whole space had a fresh, slightly damp smell from the new wood. Huang Muyun seemed to have enlarged the courtyard and window frames, making the room brighter and more livable.

But no one moved in. Huang Chu placed the Black Wood God inside, in the room where she had once lived, and built an altar for it. Not to worship the god, but because she remembered Ji Zheng saying that the spirits of those who died at sea were all here. Whether it was true or not, they were pitiful, so she made offerings to them, feeding them incense, hoping that if they were destined, they could find their own liberation.

Huang Xingtong asked Huang Chu if she wanted to move to Jinlou after the wedding. He thought Huang Chu would agree, as the house looked like a small nest they had built for themselves, and Huang Muyun had decorated it to look just like a home.

Huang Chu certainly wouldn't move in. Even if this place were completely transformed, it wouldn't be suitable for her and Huang Muyun to live there for the rest of their lives. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to use the grandeur of her own wedding to bring Huang Muyun out of there and make a complete break.

In early June, on his wedding day, Huang Muyun, dressed in his wedding attire, rode his horse through the streets. At that time, the sea was still raging, and his journey from the Golden Pavilion to the Huang residence involved crossing the docks, making the whole situation very strange. The people on the street looked at him strangely, not because he was a son-in-law, but because of something even more outrageous: "People are dying outside! Prices have skyrocketed! We can't even afford food! What kind of wedding are you having!"

As luck would have it, just as he was about to cross the dock, a cannon boomed from the sea, startling the onlookers on the shore who covered their ears and jostled to get out of the way, saying it was very unlucky.

On the contrary, only Huang Muyun turned her head to look at the faint black sesame seeds on the coastline and grinned.

Fortunately, I didn't go with Ji Zheng.

He was incredibly grateful that he had the best future he could have today.

There is no one better than Huang Chu.

When they went to the wedding ceremony, the family closed the door and didn't invite anyone. The newlyweds sat down at the table by themselves and had a meal with their family.

Everyone had drunk some alcohol. Shi Tou had drunk a bit too much and was tossing Huang Song in the air to play with it. Shen Xuying snatched it back and scolded him. Huang Xingtong said a few words in his defense, but Shen Xuying scolded him as well.

It didn't feel like a wedding; it felt more like another New Year celebration.

Although the servants were happy that this was the first joyous occasion in the family, they also felt something was amiss. However, when Shen Jingzong sent someone over with congratulatory gifts at dinner, bearing the title of county magistrate, it seemed somewhat worth showing off. Because of this title, they simply let it go in a daze.

The wedding night took place in Huang Chu's boudoir.

Huang Muyun felt inexplicably nervous. He hadn't even entered Huang Chu's room when he returned the medicine. He was particularly timid in this regard, even though Huang Chu dared to enter his room directly.

He was somewhat at a loss and tried to lift Huang Chu's veil, but Huang Chu slapped his hand and told him to get a scale to pick it up.

After lifting the veil, Huang Muyun stared at her, somewhat stunned. She had never seen Huang Chu dressed up like this before. Oh right, except for the time at the sea sacrifice, but that was different; it was lifeless, though it was still beautiful.

He felt once again that Huang Chu was truly suited to formal attire. The more gold, silver, and jewels she wore, the more her pale, almost translucent face was accentuated, making it impossible to look away.

Huang Chu was now convinced that the man's bizarre aesthetic sense in his previous life was probably influenced by Ji Zheng's superstition.

Ji Zheng offered sacrifices to the gods, and the men offered sacrifices to her.

That's incredibly stupid.

Huang Chu smiled slightly, feigning annoyance. Her smile made Huang Muyun even more lost and dejected.

That's really stupid.

He only touched the nuptial wine after Huang Chu asked him to bring it.

Shen Xuying called the two of them to listen to the wedding ceremony. There were too many strange things about the whole wedding, so one more wouldn't bother Shen Xuying. Huang Chu listened very attentively and didn't find it difficult to remember, but when he turned his head, he saw that Huang Muyun was blushing bright red, not at all like someone who had been listening properly.

After he left, looking flustered, Shen Xuying still wanted to teach Huang Chu something that couldn't be said. This time, Shen Xuying blushed, and Huang Chu almost burst out laughing.

Shen Xuying scolded her, "No one taught you how to do long combs. I asked your father to talk to him, but he was too embarrassed to go. So, the more you know, the better for yourself. Stop laughing, I'm being serious."

These words, however, awakened Huang Chu to something. She suddenly realized that in her past life, the man probably had no one to teach him what a proper marriage was like, and no one had ever disciplined him. He didn't even know shame, was incredibly greedy, and couldn't restrain himself at all. He indulged his whims and acted recklessly, turning what should have been a joyous occasion into a misunderstood affair by Huang Chu and everyone else, who thought he was keeping a plaything.

It's all his own fault, but he's also a little pitiful.

Huang Chu finally managed to keep Huang Muyun in line with his past ways, and he absolutely cannot let him repeat the same mistakes.

After drinking, Huang Chu still had some glistening on her lips. He wanted to kiss her, but Huang Chu pushed him away and asked him to take off her hair ornaments.

Huang Muyun immediately showed a reluctant expression. Huang Chu glared at him, and he reluctantly agreed, dragging his hands and feet.

She also needs to correct his habit of haphazardly hanging things; it's too far removed from Huang Chu's aesthetic sense, and she doesn't want that.

Still in this canopy bed, there were no more mirrors or lights, only two red candles by the bedside, and their marriage certificate lay in the drawer Huang Chu knew best. She sat on the bed with her legs drawn up, and Huang Muyun took off his clothes in front of her; they were all brand new, red as blood and white as snow.

His back blocked the candlelight. It was just a shadow at first, but when his clothes were taken off, it suddenly lit up. The candlelight flowed down his golden back, like molten gold, onto her body.

Huang Chu couldn't help but reach out to touch his waist, and as soon as she touched him, it was as if she was drawn to him and stuck to him tightly.

Her sense of time was somewhat hazy; she could discern the passage of time, but she always felt that her own time was ahead of its time. She felt older, more mature. This feeling had been subtly bothering her, but unexpectedly, it became exceptionally strong at this moment.

Because of Huang Muyun's slender waist, his skin was so tight, smoother than the finest leather. Huang Muyun's youth aroused a rare sense of aggression in her, and she couldn't help but grab him tightly, wrapping her arms around his body and dragging him to the bedside. For the first time, she had the urge to crush Huang Muyun.

Huang Muyun, having been trained by her to be very good, simply stood still, enduring and patiently waiting for Huang Chu to allow him to move.

That's good.

The bed curtains were lowered.

The air inside the tent became heavy and humid again.

At first, Huang Muyun seemed unaware of whether he was allowed to move and remained stiff until Huang Chu pushed him to the edge of the bed and straddled his waist.

I've been searching for a treasure chest, but now that I have it, I'm hesitant and unsure if I should open it.

It wasn't until Huang Chu took his hand, gave him a small kiss on his palm, kissing the rough callus she loved so much, and then led him to her body to help her take off her clothes, that he remembered he still had hands and feet to move.

"Huang Chu, I can't see you..."

His voice was hesitant, and there was even a hint of fear in his wide eyes, because the dim bed curtains were full of shadows and he couldn't see Huang Chu's face, which made him instinctively uneasy.

The next second, Huang Chu, like a butterfly emerging from its shell, crashed into his arms. Huang Muyun quickly reached out and hugged her. She leaned in and kissed his lips, gently rubbing them between her teeth.

"...Can you see it now...?"

Huang Chu nuzzled him with the tip of her nose.

Huang Muyun didn't speak, but closed his eyes, kissed her, and tightened his arms as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.