Wei Luo didn't sleep well last night, she was drowsy, as if someone had been there, and there was a faint fragrance of cold plums by the bed, like the smell of the sachet she sewed for Zhao Jie a while ago. Later, someone pinched her nose to prevent her from breathing, and something soft climbed onto her tongue. At that time, she thought it was a dream, but the feeling in the dream was too real.
Until waking up this morning, Wei Luo couldn't tell if someone really came last night.
However, there was no time for her to think too much, as soon as she opened her eyes, Jin Lu and Bai Lan came in from outside with copper bowls, wiped their hands with wet towels and said, "Miss, why did you wake up so early? Mrs. Tai and the other wives will come over in a while, and you can sleep for another half an hour."
Wei Luo shook her head and said, "I can't sleep anymore, what time is it?"
Jin Lu said: "Miss Hui, it's a quarter of an hour."
Wei Luo glanced at the sky outside the window, the morning sun was slightly dew, the courtyard was covering the green daisy, the sun had not fully risen yet, only a little bit of brilliance was showing. She really couldn't fall asleep at the moment, so she simply put on a light-colored ganoderma-patterned gauze and sat up, ordering Jin Lu and Bai Lan to wait for her to wash her face.
Jin Lu took out a small multicolored porcelain bottle, poured some pearl jade powder into the copper bowl, and stirred it with his hands to dissolve it, "Miss, you can wash your face."
The Pearl Jade Rongsan was blended by Wei Luo himself, it can whiten the skin and also make the complexion radiant, it is better than the Jade Rongsan blended by Han's. Han praised Wei Luo for his convenience, but he was better than blue. After Wei Luo washed her face, she brushed her teeth with green salt, took another mint leaf in her mouth, and sat on the couch by the south window to apply her face comfortably. The crabapple honey she uses for her face is also prepared by herself. Mix the red begonia into a large cup of white honey, mash the petals, steam it ten times, and then use it on the face. Apply it once every morning to make the complexion radiant. It is radiant, and it can also prevent chapped frostbite in winter, which is especially useful.
Wei Luo had just finished rubbing her face and washing off the crabapple honey on her face when the fourth wife, Qin Shi, and the first wife, Li Shi, came over.
Behind the two of them were two women in red turtle-back silk armor, presumably to make Wei Luo feel embarrassed.
The eldest lady smiled and said, "Ah Luo's complexion is really good, did you sleep well yesterday? Look at this little face, it doesn't need to be painted, it's as tender as tofu."
Da Furen is joking, no matter how good-looking she is, she has to wear makeup when she gets married. It's just that Wei Luo's complexion was good, probably because he had applied crabapple honey first, and he didn't look like a person who didn't sleep well.
Mrs. Qin supported Wei Luo to sit in front of the twin phoenix twine grape mirror, also smiled and said, "Our Ah Luo is always pretty, and today we must be the most beautiful brides in Shengjing City."
Wei Luo heard the word "new wife" for the first time, and only then did she feel that she was really going to get married. She sat on the embroidered pier in a daze for a while, but didn't answer.
The two women in red bijars stepped forward and glanced at Wei Luo, if they thought Qin's words were exaggerated just now, they couldn't help but secretly nodded now. The two wives have seen many brides who are married, and it is not uncommon for someone as beautiful as Wei Luo, but without her spirit and delicacy, she looks like a girl raised by a rich family, and there is something indescribable about her. The charm makes people want to hold her firmly, but also worry that their identity is not worthy of her.
One of the mothers-in-law praised sincerely: "The bride is so handsome, the future son-in-law is blessed..."
When Qin heard this, she was naturally happy. She always treated Wei Luo like her own daughter, but now that Wei Luo was getting married, looking at the red paper-cut lanterns inside and outside the house, she felt a strong sense of reluctance. It's just that now is not the time to cry for marriage, so Qin shi held back and said: "Show the new wife face."
The two women came to Wei Luo, each holding five colored threads and twisting them on Wei Luo's face. Before Wei Luo could react, she felt a pain in her cheek and let out a soft cry.
The mother-in-law comforted: "Girl, bear with it for a while, you have less fluff on your face, and it will be over in a while." As she spoke, she quickly wrung two of them, and said with a smile: "You don't know, a few days ago I gave another hair When the bride of the family opened her face, there was so much fluff, and it took more than half an hour to twist, and then the bride felt a pain in the face when she saw me."
Not only Wei Luo was amused, but even the eldest lady and fourth lady beside her couldn't help laughing out loud, and the atmosphere finally came alive.
After opening the face, it is time to start applying makeup and combing hair.
Wei Luo sat in front of the bronze mirror in an orderly manner, allowing the two women to toss her, while Jin Lu and Bai Lan stood aside. An hour later, Wei Luo's back ached from sitting up, but it was all over. She took a closer look at the person in the mirror and almost didn't recognize her. If we say that Wei Luo used to be a relaxed and freehand painting of flowing water, now it is a thick and colorful landscape painting, with blue straight eyebrows, red lips, and a four-petal fish scale-shaped flower tint on the center of the brows, it is really beautiful and beautiful. Charm is clear.
Jin Lu and Bai Lan supported Wei Luo behind the screen to change her wedding dress. When Wei Luo came out, it happened that Mrs. Tai led the second wife, Wei Jian and others into the room.
Mrs. Tai stepped forward to look Wei Luo up and down, and smiled with satisfaction: "Our Ah Luo looks better in the wedding dress."
Wei Luo blushed and called "Grandmother".
Wei Luo was petite and exquisite, not tall among girls of the same age, barely considered to be of medium height. This wedding dress was tailor-made for her. Not to mention the fine stitching, wearing such a heavy dress on her body, not only did it not make Wei Luo look like a child stealing an adult's clothes, but it suited her very well. Without losing dignity, he raised a third of his temperament.
Behind Mrs. Tai were three women, one was the wife of Duke Dingguo's mansion, the other was the wife of Marquis Pingyuan's mansion, and the third was Zhao Xin, the eldest princess of Pingyang. This eldest princess has always been very low-key, and rarely attends the occasions and occasions of the noble daughters of the family, and even attends the palace banquet once in a while. I heard that she has excellent character and upbringing, and her vision is also very high. Ordinary noble ladies can't catch her eyes. Wei Luo only saw her once during the palace banquet. She didn't expect that she would show up today. Judging from the situation, she should be here to be Mrs. Quanfu. Although Wei Luo was surprised, she still called people one by one.
Princess Pingyang looked at her, she was not as unkind as others said, she patted Wei Luo's hand and said, "You are really beautiful, and Changsheng is a beautiful couple, a match made in heaven."
The reason why Princess Pingyang appeared here was because Zhao Jie begged her in private. Princess Pingyang won't show up, since it's rare for her nephew to ask her once, she won't refuse. What's more, she also wanted to see what the girl Zhao Jie looked like. Zhao Jie had a high vision since he was a child, and he would not force anything that didn't suit him. It was rare for him to care about anything. Now I heard that for the sake of Princess Jing, who has not yet started, even Prince Jing's Mansion has been refurbished, the new house is even more properly furnished, and the servants in the courtyard have also changed a new batch, which shows how much he cares about this little girl.
Wei Luo didn't expect Princess Pingyang to praise herself, so she smiled, shy and generous, and didn't answer.
Many people gathered in Wei Luo's small room at once, which seemed a bit overwhelming, so Mrs. Tai led several Mrs. Quanfu and Mrs. Da and Mrs. Er to the main room to wait for the people from Prince Jing's residence to welcome the relatives. The fourth lady and a few juniors stayed behind to talk with Wei Luo.
Bai Lan held a pair of red satin wedding shoes embroidered with the pattern of hundreds of sons and thousands of grandchildren and put them at Wei Luo's feet, took off her shoes and socks and put on new shoes for her, "The wedding sedan chair will come soon, Miss, let's get new shoes. "
Seeing this, Wei Jian said curiously: "I heard that Ah Luo's wedding clothes and shoes are all made by the tailors of Xiuchunju? Xiuchunju only makes five sets of clothes a year. During the Chinese New Year, I let the maids around me How did you manage to make a reservation but couldn’t get it in the end?”
Of course, Wei Luo couldn't say it was what Zhao Jie meant, she pursed her lips, rolled her dark eyes, and didn't speak.
It was the fourth wife, Mrs. Qin, who helped her out, "It's not because His Royal Highness Prince Jing is too caring. She has prepared everything for Ah Luo, and she doesn't even have to worry about the wedding dress."
Hearing this, Wei Jian had a look of envy on his face.
Several people were talking, and heard the maid outside come in and say: "Madam, Miss, the Sixth Young Master is here."
Wei Changhong walked in from the door. He was rarely wearing a scarlet brocade suit today, and he was much more formal than usual. He walked in, and his eyes fell on Wei Luo who was on the couch carved with red sandalwood and cloud patterns. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "Father asked me to see if there is anything you haven't prepared."
Speaking of which, Wei Luo and Chang Hong haven't seen each other for three days. These days Wei Luo was in the inner courtyard, and Chang Hong was helping Wei Kun in the outer courtyard to preside over matters, and they also stayed in the outer courtyard at night without going back to the inner courtyard. This was the first time Wei Luo had seen him in three days, she bent her almond eyes and smiled at him, "It's all fine, don't worry."
Wei Changhong nodded, but did not leave for a long time. He fixed his eyes on Wei Luo, and didn't mind the presence of Mrs. Tai and Wei Jian, and said, "A Luo, if Zhao Jie bullies you in the future, just tell me, and I will always help you."
Wei Luo's curved lips didn't have time to close it, and she didn't know where the words touched her soft place, her eyes immediately became wet. Anyway, she was going to marry in tears, Wei Luo didn't hold back, tears fell down, she reached out and grabbed Chang Hong's sleeve, raised her head and said, "Chang Hong, I can't bear you."
Why did Wei Changhong ever give up on her? It's just that she's going to get married anyway, and he can't keep her because of his own selfish desires. Chang Hong patted her head and said, "Don't cry, it won't look good if you wear your make-up up."
The more she said that, the more Wei Luo couldn't help it, she blinked her fan-like eyelashes, and every blink was another tear.
Chang Hong took the juan handkerchief from the Fourth Madam, and wiped the tears on Wei Luo's face carefully and tenderly, "Ah Luo, I don't want to part with you either, so why don't you marry?"
The fourth lady Qin was startled, "Chang Hong, what are you talking about?"
Wei Luo thought about it seriously, and at this point, she naturally had to marry. Besides, she also wanted to be Zhao Jie's wife, so she shook her head.
Chang Hong smiled, as if what he said just now was just a joke, he said, "I'll have someone come to touch up your makeup, and you're crying like a little cat."
As he spoke, he pinched Wei Luo's cheek and said, "Don't cry."
Wei Luo then slowly stopped crying.
The mother-in-law came in and retouched her makeup. Fortunately, she didn't cry too hard, and her makeup wasn't too smudged, so it was done in a while. After a stick of incense, the welcoming team from Prince Jing's Mansion came to the gate of the British Duke's Mansion, and the sound of gongs and drums spread to the inner courtyard, making it lively and noisy.
People from Prince Jing's mansion came in to urge her to make up, once urging her twice, and by the third time, the bride couldn't hide anymore. Wei Luo went to the main room to bid farewell to Mrs. Tai and her father, and several aunts, before Wei Changhong carried her into the sedan chair.
Wei Luo's head was covered with a golden hijab, so she couldn't see the scene in front of her clearly, she only knew that she got on the sedan chair, and before she could say the last word to Wei Changhong, the sedan chair shook and lifted up, heading towards Prince Jing's mansion .
Sitting in the sedan chair, Wei Luo couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly, and could only hear voices from all directions. The sounds of suona, gongs and drums, trumpets and children's cheers entered her ears. She listened all the way, and her mood relaxed a lot. The rickety sedan chair finally stopped at the gate of Prince Jing's mansion.
Zhao Jie was wearing a wedding gown with scarlet woven gold lotus pattern, the pattern was exactly the same as Wei Luo's wedding dress, and he got off his horse with smooth and natural movements. He took the horn bow from the young servant's hand, drew the bow and shot an arrow at the lintel of the sedan chair, then took the concentric knot red silk from Princess Pingyang's hand, and led Wei Luo down from the sedan chair.
Wei Luo couldn't see the way, and he didn't walk fast, leading her all the way across the saddle, across the brazier, worshiping heaven and earth, and entering the bridal chamber...
Wei Luo was surrounded by a group of people and sent into the bridal chamber, until she sat on the big red quilt, she was relieved in her heart.
Finally the toss is over.
Wei Luo and Zhao Jie's new house is located on the central axis of Prince Jing's Mansion. The courtyard is called Zhangtai Courtyard, and the layout of the courtyard is not much better than that of the British residence. There are eye-catching red everywhere, red candles, red lanterns, red quilts, and red curtains. Under such an environment, people's faces are also radiantly red.
Zhao Jie took Yu Ruyi from Xi Niang's hand, and slowly picked up a corner of Wei Luopin's gold hijab.
Wei Luo raised her eyes and followed Zhao Jie all the way holding the red silk, and now she could finally see his appearance. I haven't seen him for half a year, Zhao Jie seems to have lost some weight, but his eyebrows and eyes are more distinct, with a heroic air, and an intoxicating smile on his lips, which dilutes the coldness of his brows and adds some worldly fireworks to him.
There were other people in the room, Wei Luo didn't have the nerve to look any further, so she quickly lowered her eyes.
However, a woman joked: "The groom's official sees that the bride is so beautiful that he can't roll his eyes."
Wei Luo: "..."
Zhao Jie rarely showed a trace of discomfort on his face, and immediately smiled quickly without refuting.
Xi Niang led two maidservants to sprinkle peanuts, lotus seeds and other things on Wei Luo and Zhao Jie, symbolizing that flowers bloom, wealth, good fertility and early birth of precious children. At the end, two more cups of wine were handed over, Wei Luo and Zhao Jie drank face to face, and then Xi Niang was willing to lead the maids down.
Zhao Jie had to go to the front to meet the guests, so he left after drinking, leaving behind Wei Luo and a few women.
These people were all Zhao Jie's elders, some Wei Luo had met before, and some Wei Luo hadn't, so she couldn't ask, so she sat on the big red quilt woven with golden dragon and phoenix patterns and listened attentively to what they had to say.
Wei Luo was a little hungry right now, but she didn't really listen to what they said, she just lowered her head and showed a shy smile, which was just right.
Zhao Jie's aunt, Mrs. Suiyang Hou, was a warm-hearted person. She introduced Wei Luo to the ladies in the house one by one.
Among them were a few girls who were about the same age as Wei Luo. Because they were not familiar with each other, Wei Luo didn't have much to say to them.
Fortunately, they left after not staying long, and Wei Luo was finally able to rest for a while.
Jin Lu came over and asked, "Girl, do you want to change your clothes and wash up?"
Wei Luo only felt that the hair and clothes on her head weighed twenty catties, and her neck was almost bent due to exhaustion. After listening to Jin Su's words, she went to the clean room to take a shower and hair, changed her clothes and came out.
It happened that Bai Lan came in with a purple lacquer food box, and while setting out the bowls, she said: "There are still a lot of things in the kitchen. I picked up a few things that Miss likes to eat. Come and eat some, Miss. You haven't eaten all day long." Eat something."
On the red sandalwood carved lion pattern round table, there is a plate of Honey Honeycomb Cake, a plate of coconut-flavored glutinous rice cakes, a bowl of crab roe tofu, a bowl of stewed snow clams with red dates in coconut milk, and two or three side dishes. Wei Luo was sitting behind the round table, had just drank half a bowl of stewed snow clams with red dates, when she heard voices coming from outside, Bai Lan went out to have a look, and came back and said, "The prince is back."
Along with Zhao Jie came back a few royal heirs and family princes, all of whom wanted to see what this baby Zhao Jie held in his palm looked like. It's a pity that people haven't seen it yet, so Zhao Jie went into the house and closed the door, and said to them, "Let's all go away."
The Ninth Prince was naturally dissatisfied, and stretched out an arm to block it, "Second brother, you are not kind, you agreed to let us see the second sister-in-law!"
Zhao Jie smiled, "Why did I show you my wife? You don't have a daughter-in-law, go home and have a look."
Speaking of which, the Ninth Prince has been married for half a year, and it is really not easy for him to be the second brother but just married.
The others were also very dissatisfied and protested one after another, but Zhao Jie didn't even let them see his face, and closed the door with a bang.
Zhao Jie turned around and saw Wei Luo standing behind him, her hair was hanging behind her, her temples were fastened with a pair of golden silk butterfly flowers, and she was wearing a pink woven gold ganoderma pattern jacket and a pleated skirt of the same color. She looked delicate and quiet, looked at him with watery almond eyes, neither stepped forward nor spoke. If it wasn't for her flushed face, Zhao Jie would have thought she was frightened.
Zhao Jie looked at the food on the table and asked with a smile, "Are you hungry?"
Wei Luo nodded, and finally remembered something, "You've been drinking, I'll have someone prepare hangover soup." Then she ordered Jin Lu to cook a bowl of hangover soup and serve it.
Wei Luo was still not used to it, the relationship between the two of them suddenly changed, Zhao Jie was obviously still Zhao Jie, but from now on he was no longer her big brother, but her husband. So much so that she doesn't even know what to call him now.
Zhao Jie was actually not drunk, he had always had a good capacity for alcohol, although he drank a lot today, he was not so delirious. It's just that when he saw Wei Luo was nervous, he didn't refuse. He sat down opposite her cooperatively and said, "The hangover soup will be cooked in a while. You should eat something first. I'm afraid you haven't eaten anything all day today?"
Wei Luo sat down and continued to drink the bowl of stewed snow clams with red dates. "I ate an apple in the morning." Her tone was pitiful.
Zhao Jie had a smile in his eyes, when he lifted his hijab just now because of the presence of other people, he didn't look at her much, and it was only the two of them, so he started to stare at her unscrupulously. Wei Luo felt uncomfortable being watched by him, raised her head and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Zhao Jie rested his arms on his shoulders and said slowly, "Look at my wife."
Wei Luo's face turned red all of a sudden, how can people eat like this? Wei Luo was about to stare at him when Jin Lu came in with the boiled hangover soup, and carefully placed it in front of Zhao Jie, "My lord."
Zhao Jie nodded, "Let's all step back."
The meaning of these words is very clear, that is, the prince and concubine don't need maids to serve them, and everyone in the house has to go out.
Jin Lu glanced at Wei Luo, then bowed and led Bai Lan and the other maids out of the house.
The room became quiet, only Wei Luo and Zhao Jie were left. Where could Wei Luo eat, any fool would know what Zhao Jie wanted to do next. But she was not ready yet, so she had to lower her head and continue to drink the porridge slowly, hoping to delay a little time.
Zhao Jie was not in a hurry, after drinking the hangover soup, he sat aside and waited for her.
Wei Luo had never felt that eating a meal was so difficult. She endured the pressure and finished a whole plate of honey honeycomb cake, which made her stomach full. She really couldn't finish it, but Zhao Jie deliberately pushed another plate of coconut-flavored glutinous rice cakes towards her, "Ah Luo, I haven't finished eating this yet."
Wei Luo: "..."
Wei Luo raised her head and glared at him. The look in her eyes was like a little squirrel turning from shame to anger, with bulging cheeks, cute in a funny way.
Zhao Jie couldn't help laughing, sat beside her, pinched her cheek and said, "Are you full?"
Wei Luo swallowed the last mouthful of honeycomb cake, and honestly admitted: "I'm full."
Zhao Jie's hand reached out to her stomach, "Let me feel whether it is round or not."
Wei Luo patted his hand away, "Don't touch it."
Is Zhao Jie the kind of person who told him not to touch him? Wei Luo's strength was insignificant to him. He rubbed Wei Luo's stomach and said with a smile, "See if you eat so much next time? Am I a beast in muddy water? Your eyes are almost sticky." I'm on the table, and I don't see you looking at me."
Wei Luo didn't expect him to know, "I've seen you." She added, "Twice."
Zhao Jie chuckled, hugged her on his lap, gently rubbed her belly with one hand, and squeezed her little hand with the other, "Not enough, too little, you should always watch over your husband."
For husband...
He actually called it so naturally
Wei Luo didn't want to imitate his shamelessness. Wei Luo arched in his arms, stretched her arms around his neck, buried her head in his neck and murmured, "I'm sorry."
At this moment, Zhao Jie's heart suddenly softened, and his arms around her tightened, wanting to rub her into his arms.
After a pause, Zhao Jie hugged her and walked towards the rosewood red sandalwood carved cloud pattern bed in the inner room, raised the crimson gilt curtain, put Wei Luo on the bed, and couldn't help but lower his voice: "Ah Luo, you know How long have I been waiting for this day?"
Wei Luo turned over and rolled into the bed, with her back to him: "I don't know."
With a smile on his face, Zhao Jie put one leg on the bed, leaned over to hook her silky black hair, put it on the end of his nose and sniffed, "It doesn't matter if you don't know, I can tell you later."
Wei Luo's ears turned red now, of course she wouldn't naively think that Zhao Jie's telling was as simple as "telling" with her mouth.
The lights in the room were turned off, and only a pair of giant candles were left burning slowly. The candlelight illuminated the sky and the earth, and also illuminated the scenery inside the bed curtain.
Wei Luo's clothes were gone, her face flushed, and she begged Zhao Jie below, "You can't do this..."
Zhao Jie raised his head, leaned over to her ear and said in a hoarse voice: "My Ah Luo is fragrant everywhere, not only on the body, but also in the mouth, even here..."
Wei Luo sobbed softly: "No."
Zhao Jie pecked at her cheek, then kissed her cheek again, sweating on his forehead, and said, "I just want you to feel better and suffer less for a while. Baby, don't you like it?"
Wei Luo turned her head, her eyes filled with autumn water, the water shone brightly, and she gasped slightly, not wanting to answer his words at all.
That night, Wei Luo had only one thought in mind.
That is grinding.
She felt like a helpless Duan inkstone, being ground by an ink stone, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, until finally the ink was ground out, leaving an unsightly painting on the red woven golden dragon and phoenix brocade quilt.