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"It seems quiet, but they drink one cup after another."

"Especially Master Yu, with his frail physique, he managed to drink four or five pots straight without batting an eyelid!"

Zhao Han gave a bitter laugh, "Who knows? Those civil servants are really hiding their true abilities."

In the bridal chamber, which is magnificent and decorated with red candles burning brightly.

Hualan was wearing a dark green brocade wedding dress with gold weaving, a red gold headpiece with kingfisher feathers on her head, and holding a round fan. She sat upright on the bed, looking out the door from time to time with a look of nervousness and anticipation.

"It's been so long, why is the son-in-law still stuck in front?" Cai Zan, the dowry maid, stood by and muttered softly.

But just as they finished speaking, the master and servant heard footsteps approaching from afar.

Hualan hurriedly straightened her posture and held the round fan properly.

Just as Zhao Han pushed the door open, her body trembled slightly and her breathing became rapid.

"Son-in-law." Cai Zan bowed quickly.

Zhao Han glanced at her and asked softly, "Madam, have you had dinner yet?"

Cai Zan repeatedly shook her head, "My dear son-in-law, according to etiquette, the bride cannot eat before she has performed the fan ceremony."

"The lady has been dressing since the morning of the 11th hour and hasn't eaten a single grain of rice."

"How can this be possible?" Zhao Han frowned slightly and immediately ordered the maid outside the door to go to the kitchen to get some easily digestible food.

Hua Lan's heart was moved when she heard this. She moved her fan half an inch away, revealing a pair of almond-shaped eyes filled with water.

Cui Chan gently reminded, "Sir, finish drinking the wedding wine with the Madam. You should always follow the proper etiquette first."

"Okay." Zhao Han responded and stepped into the inner room.

As the footsteps got closer, Hua Lan's heart was beating slightly, and the slender jade fingers holding the round fan unconsciously tightened.

Looking at Hua Lan, whose shoulders were as slender as a knife and whose figure was full of grace, Zhao Han couldn't help but soften his gaze. He sat down beside her, held her hands holding the fan, and gently pushed the fan away.

A radiant and lustrous face gradually emerged from behind the fan.

Under the candlelight, Hualan's cheeks were flushed, her eyelashes were trembling, and her eyes were filled with tenderness and shyness.

"Hua'er..." Zhao Han called softly, his voice as gentle as jade.

Hua Lan pursed her lips, lowered her eyelashes, and said softly, "Sir..."

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Chapter 66 Wedding (3)

After the two of them finished drinking the wedding wine, Zhao Han, noticing that he reeked of alcohol, decided to shower and change clothes first, otherwise his wedding night experience would inevitably be greatly diminished...

Cai Zan took the food box from the maid and said softly, "Young lady, please have some snacks."

Hualan stroked her hungry stomach, picked up a piece of Poria cocos cake, and slowly put it into her mouth.

Wait for Zhao Han to come back after taking a shower.

Cai Zan and Cui Chan looked at each other, then left the room at the same time, closing the door tightly.

Hua Lan blushed as she looked at Zhao Han who was slowly approaching her, not knowing whether to hide or dodge for a moment.

She had no choice but to close her eyes, purse her red lips, and look shy, ready to be picked by anyone.

Feeling the sudden warmth on her lips, Hua Lan trembled all over.

Just as she was lost in thought, she suddenly remembered something and pointed to the dowry box where her personal belongings were kept. "Sir, wait a minute..."

Zhao Han reluctantly let her go and opened the dowry box with confusion in his eyes.

Following Hualan's instructions, he took out a brocade package.

"Mother Liu said that this must be shown to the master tonight." Hua Lan's voice was as soft as a mosquito. She had always been dignified and gentle.

But at this moment, her eyes were lowered, and not only the tips of her ears, but even her neck was faintly pink.

Looking at her like this, Zhao Han had already guessed about 70% of what was going on.

He pretended to be confused and slowly untied the brocade package. What came into his sight was a group of little people connected together.

Lifelike and vivid...

"Don't worry, my lady. I still understand some of the pleasures of the boudoir..."

As he said this, he put the package aside. Hua Lan buried her face in the quilt in shame, and the warm breath gradually spread throughout her body.

The world was spinning, and the curtain slowly fell.

The burning red candle popped and burst into a spark.

Outside the window, the moonlight was just right and I could faintly hear the third beating of the night watchman's drum.

-

On the other side, Jiying Lane, Sheng Mansion.

The lights in the mansion were bright, and Wang Ruofu was feeling depressed because she couldn't bear to leave Hualan.

Sheng Hong didn't want to offend anyone and was planning to talk to Wei Xiaoniang, but he didn't expect that Lin Qinshuang sent someone to intercept him.

In the Linqi Pavilion, the fragrance of agarwood curls up and the candlelight flickers.

Lin Qinshuang sat upright in front of the guqin, wearing a peach pink brocade dress and a little makeup on her face, showing her delicate and beautiful appearance.

The song "Feng Qiu Huang" flowed from her fingertips, sometimes lingering and sad, sometimes passionate and unrestrained, touching the heartstrings.

After the song ended, the lingering sound of the zither lingered, and Sheng Hong couldn't help but squint and sigh, "Looking at beauties under the lamp, watching flowers under the moon, and having beautiful music to accompany the mood, it's a unique experience!"

Lin Qinshuang came to Sheng Hong's side, her eyes turned slightly, a smile on her lips, and she said coquettishly: "Hong Lang, I am already old~"

Sheng Hong shook his head and said, "Nonsense! Even if decades pass, Shuang'er will still be the same beauty in my heart that I fell in love with at first sight."

"But I've noticed that Honglang has been visiting Sister Wei's courtyard quite often lately. I thought he had forgotten me."

As Lin Qinshuang spoke, her fingertips gently drew circles on Sheng Hong's palm, and her tone was three parts aggrieved and seven parts jealous.

Sheng Hong held her soft hands, "How could it be? You and Shuyi, one is as gentle as water and very considerate, the other is as charming as a flower, always making me obsessed."

"What about the lady?" Lin Qinshuang winked and looked at Sheng Hong with a smile.

Sheng Hong sighed lightly, his expression a little complicated.

"She is my legitimate wife, married in a formal ceremony in a sedan chair carried by eight people. It would be nice if I could change her temper."

After Sheng Hong and Wang Ruofu got married, they had a period of sweet love.

However, Wang Ruofu's temper became worse and worse, and she always relied on her mother's family to boss her around, and she happened to meet Lin Qinshuang, a honeypot.

After some sweet words, he personally served Sheng Hong a cup of freshly brewed tea.

Lin Qinshuang got to the point and said softly, "Honglang, look at my eldest sister getting married today. She's being carried in a sedan chair by eight men, and the wedding is truly magnificent."

The custom of giving lavish dowries was prevalent in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and dowries became a symbol of family strength.

Many families who want to save face but cannot afford too much dowry will put some worthless items in a box and send it to the husband's family as a large dowry.

Hualan's dowry was all real, not a single box was fake, and Lin Qinshuang saw it all.

"I think Mo'er will be of marriageable age in two years. When she gets married..."

"Hong Lang, why don't you prepare a red wedding dress for her? We can't let Mo'er fall too far behind, right?"

"Oh my God, what are you talking about?!" Sheng Hong immediately put down the teacup that was about to reach his mouth.

He stared at Lin Qinshuang with wide eyes in disbelief.

Lin Qinshuang looked puzzled. "What's wrong? Didn't Honglang say before that he loved Mo'er the most?"

"Oh my God, are you crazy?!"

"Hua'er's dowry was added by the old lady, the Wang family, the eldest lady and Brother Wei!"

"What's more, part of it is the Zhao family's betrothal gift."

"Can you afford a wedding that lasts ten miles? All those lands and shops you own were bought for you by me!" Sheng Hong frowned so hard that he could kill a fly.

Lin Qinshuang choked and said, "But Mo'er is also a girl from the Sheng family. When she gets married, the eldest lady and the old lady should have given her some extra gifts."

"You are really shameless. What is your relationship with the old lady? And how is your relationship with the eldest lady?"

"If you rely on me to persuade them, then I would be unfilial, unkind, and unrighteous!"

Although Sheng Hong was not clear about family affairs, he would never embezzle the eldest lady's dowry.

After all, he wants to save face!

Seeing Lin Qinshuang speechless, his face turned pale and blue.

Sheng Hong frowned, brushed off his sleeves, and stood up, saying, "You should go to bed early. I'll go check on Liu'er."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped out of the room.

Lin Qinshuang sat on the soft couch, tightly twisting her handkerchief. She was so angry that she almost bit her teeth to pieces.

-

The next day, at dawn, the golden rooster crowed, and the candlelight in the house was still swaying slightly;

The beauty beside me has a rosy complexion, and if you look closely you can see a few undried tear marks on her cheeks.

After lowering his head and kissing her hard on the lips, Hua Lan's eyelashes trembled slightly and she let out a few hoarse murmurs from her throat.

Controlling his desire, Zhao Han quietly got up, washed, changed into a clean robe, and then sent someone to call Pei Hu over.

Pei Hu looked surprised and asked, "Master, don't you want to... take a break today?"

"Proficiency comes from diligence, and wasted from idleness. Once you have decided to practice martial arts, you must not delay for a single day."

Zhao Han rolled up his sleeves and thought to himself: My physique is indeed unusual.

When I woke up this morning, not only was my waist not sore and my legs not weak, but my whole body was full of strength. I even wanted to practice a few more times, but unfortunately, I was already weak and powerless.

"My lord is truly extraordinary. Let's begin!" Pei Hu stretched his arms and began to teach Zhao Han boxing.

Until the sun was high in the sky, Cai Zan and Cui Chan could wait no longer, so they simply opened the door with hot water and gently woke Hua Lan up.

"What time is it?" Hua Lan rubbed her sleepy eyes weakly.