marriage
In late spring and early summer, the whole city of Liu is covered in green. It was quiet in the early morning, and most people were still sleeping soundly. Suddenly, there was a burst of firecrackers and noise on the long street. Someone opened the window with sleepy eyes, and saw a red brocade rising in the sky, first across the north and south, and then falling down, like a flourishing flower rain covering the street.
Oh, the second son of the Zhu family is getting married today.
This was the most important event in the city recently, so everyone got up and went out to watch the fun, and by the way, discuss the big devil who was about to marry into the Zhu family... The big knight was said to have incredible kung fu skills and could kill 38,456 people with one palm.
Jiang Shenglin asked in confusion: "How come there are both zeros and whole numbers?"
Lan Yan threw him a roll of red silk and said, "I don't know. Go hang it up quickly!"
Everyone is so busy that no one has time to care whether it is 38,000 or 83,000.
Zhu Yanyin was also woken up early in the morning. He actually hadn't slept much for several days, and now there was a room full of people. He inevitably felt dizzy and anxious. The noisier it was around him, the more anxious he became. He thought that if he had chosen to get married in Wanren Palace, there would not be so many rules and ceremony. No, it was too noisy. He wanted to go to the northwest.
On the other side, although there were many people in the room, no one dared to speak. Everyone was busy in and out quietly, just like the mechanical puppets in the puppet villa. The main reason was that a few days ago, Zhu Xiaosui said in a sonorous and powerful way when refuting the rumor that "Palace Master Li can kill 30,000 people with one palm" "No, absolutely not, how can Palace Master Li kill 30,000 people with one palm? He can kill ten at most with one sword."
Everyone was shocked, and when they looked at that cold face again, they felt a sense of fear that "I might die soon", and even their hands were shaking as they held the plates.
But Li Sui didn’t think that the shivering had anything to do with him. He didn’t have much awareness of being a devil, and he wouldn’t show a gentle and amiable smile to comfort the frightened servants. So he still looked lazy and indifferent, with his eyes slightly drooping, and his slender fingers tapping lightly on the table, on which was placed the huge Xiangjun sword... It was really scary, who would get married with a sword
Alas, people of the underworld, people of the underworld.
Li Sui showed great patience in the matter of marriage, and followed all the requests made by the red-dressed lady, and was even a little excited. The only thing that made him unhappy was Jiang Shenglin standing next to him, who had been standing there with his eyes wide open, looking like an old father who had been looking forward to his wedding for many years, so Palace Master Li said venomously: "Are you possessed?"
"Let me familiarize myself with the process first." Jiang Shenglin prepared for a rainy day and made a good calculation, "It will be used when I get married in the future."
When a shadow guard in the crowd heard this, he immediately came over and asked, "Divine Doctor, did you manage to get Miss Lan to have dinner with you?"
Jiang Shenglin: "Not yet, not yet."
Li Sui immediately showed a look of contempt.
Jiang Shenglin was insulted and defended himself: "What are you doing? Miss Lan didn't reject me. It's just that I haven't asked her out yet. I think my recent progress is okay."
Li Sui snorted without any interest.
Jiang Shenglin: I’m really angry. What kind of attitude is this
Li Sui closed his eyes again. He was dressed in a red robe that was as bright as clouds. His black hair fell on the sides of his face, making his lips and teeth look even redder. Everyone in the Zhu Mansion who was around him began to wonder whether their second young master was bewildered by the world or by beauty.
As for the front yard of Zhu's house, it was even more lively. Guests came to congratulate one after another, and the long street was blocked by carriages and horses. Some brought their babies with them, and they cried and made people's hearts shrink. Zhu Yanyin was dizzy and was helped up by Zhu Xiaosui. In his mind, he imagined himself being unable to bear the noise, so he lifted the table and went out, and rode on the black horse, flying away to the northwest.
Generally speaking, at this time, the great devil who destroys the world should break in, take his sweetheart and wander around the world, no longer paying attention to the many worldly rules, and live a happy life from then on. But there is still a certain gap between reality and the story. For example, at this moment, Palace Master Li is in a good mood drinking tea, and has no awareness of breaking into the door to rob people.
So the Second Young Master Zhu had no choice but to continue being disturbed. He felt that the day was so long that he became sleepy later... Or maybe he was completely dizzy. In any case, he just remembered that he was surrounded by a group of people, and everyone was saying something different. They wanted to do this and that, and go here and there. In the meantime, they also went to thank the emperor who came to congratulate them. Even the marriage was in a hurry. Except for being stunned by the big devil in red, he was in a daze for the rest of the time. When he finally calmed down, it was already nightfall.
Zhu Xiaosui was also exhausted: "Finally I can have some peace and quiet."
Zhu Yanyin went to take a shower with sleepy eyes, then rolled herself into the quilt and fell asleep.
It’s really unruly, wish you all the best.
I slept for more than two hours. If there hadn't been someone laughing in my ear, I would probably have continued sleeping.
Zhu Yanyin opened his eyes a little, looked to the side, and rolled into the other's arms as if he knew the way: "I'm tired."
Li Sui patted him: "Drink a glass of wine and go back to sleep."
Zhu Yanyin yawned: "I thought you wouldn't care about these rules."
Li Sui had just returned from the noisy outer hall and was not feeling sleepy. He propped his temple with one hand and replied with a reluctant tone, "It was fun."
Zhu Yanyin sat up and asked him to bring the white jade cup from the table. The two of them leaned against each other and drank from the wedding cup. The sweet and light wine went down their throats, and against the backdrop of the bright red gauze curtains around them, there was suddenly an atmosphere of a bridal chamber.
Mr. Zhu thought to himself, no wonder everyone from ancient times to the present has to drink some wine at times like this, it really does work.
He had just woken up and his clothes were still loose, while Palace Master Li's clothes were even looser than his. The red silk stuck to his body, making him look very wanton and alluring.
Zhu Yanyin leaned over and kissed him.
Li Sui pinched the back of his neck and pulled him away from his arms: "You don't want to sleep again?"
"No." Zhu Yanyin lowered the bed curtains, "We are now... Hey!"
Li Sui pressed the man to the middle of the bed and rubbed his chin and Adam's apple with his thumb.
Even the mildest wine can burn the heart and make people lose their minds. Li Sui lowered his head and kissed his cheeks bit by bit with a lazy smile. The wedding quilt was piled messily on the side. Zhu Yanyin was breathless from his kisses. His mind was still thinking about the plots in the storybook. His lower back was pressed lightly and half of his body was numb.
"Be gentle."
He complained softly, kicked his feet lightly, and his voice was like the drizzle of Jiangnan soaked with sweet and sour plums. His thin white arms came around and his chin rested on his shoulder. Both of them had loose black hair, entangled with each other on the mandarin duck pillow, and their belts were spread out layer by layer. Their pink skin was like light cherry blossoms and snow, and their waists were slender, just waiting to be embraced.
Li Sui reached out and the lid of the small white jade jar fell to the ground with a "click" and rolled several times.
The starry night is short, and before long the sky is already turning white in the east.
Zhu Yanyin was half lying in the quilt. She woke up but didn't want to move.
Li Sui leaned over and bit his shoulder. It was not flirting, but a genuine evil taste. He did not leave a string of teeth marks of varying depths until he sat up with satisfaction and asked him, "How did you fall asleep last night?"
Zhu Yanyin was choked and couldn't answer this kind of question for a while. Why can't I fall asleep? Not only do I want to fall asleep, I also want to be unconscious. We scholars have weak physical strength and can't stand being squeezed and rolled so violently by you.
Li Sui turned over and stroked his palm from his waist to his chest, and asked hoarsely, "Are you okay?"
Zhu Yanyin said "hmmmm" modestly and felt it was okay.
So Li Sui started laughing again, for no apparent reason, and he refused to laugh by himself. He had to hug the scholar with a sore back and press him down until he cried out for mercy. His slender fingers pinched him everywhere, and it was unclear whether he was flirting or tickling him. It was not until the mattress was rolled into a rotten pickle and Zhu Xiaosui could no longer wait to knock on the door that the second young master Zhu was wrapped up properly in the quilt.
His eyes were red and he was panting, and he looked very happy.
Li Sui leaned over and licked away some of his tears, then put on his outer robe. When he stood up, his back looked extremely charming - or maybe it was because the devil is in the eyes of the beholder. In any case, Zhu Yanyin felt from the bottom of his heart that no matter whether in the world of martial arts or in the novels, this should be the coldest and most handsome one.
Just thinking about it makes me happy.
Everyone in the Zhu Mansion was also very happy, because the martial arts supreme was not as cruel as the rumors said, and he would not draw his sword to kill ten people at any time. On the contrary, he was very keen to eat at the homes of relatives. Especially the eldest son Zhu Yanhui, because the cook in his courtyard cooked good beef, he was kept by his beloved younger brother for almost ten days in a row. The two of them came to the house hand in hand on time every day at mealtime. Not only were they picky, but they also flirted with each other during the meal, which was very annoying.
Later, Zhu Yanyin and Li Sui decided to return to the northwest to live for a while.
The journey was long and winding with mountains and rivers. When we set out, Liucheng was all golden red. When we arrived, new light green buds had sprouted all over the mountains and fields of Jincheng.
Everything in the city was the same as before, except that there were no longer as many martial arts sects as before. People's lives became leisurely again, the shops on both sides of the street were booming, and Wanren Palace had already been tidied up. If Lan Yan hadn't stopped him, Jiang Shenglin would even want to hang some festive red silk in the center of the hall.
In fact, people like Mr. Zhu, Madam Zhu, and Young Master Zhu were not very confident in letting Zhu Yanyin come to the northwest. It was not because of anything else, but because the word "underground palace" did not sound very habitable. It was easy to associate it with dark secret passages, wet walls, and all kinds of insects running around. It was so scary.
Mrs. Zhu clutched her handkerchief and was about to cry.
Therefore, before the two got married, Master Zhu had already sent a large number of skilled craftsmen with a thick stack of drawings to rebuild a new Wanren Palace in Jincheng. The address was chosen to be surrounded by mountains outside the city, with beautiful scenery. As for why it was not on a dangerous peak, it was of course because the wealthy scholars from Jiangnan could not climb high mountains. What if they accidentally fell? It was better to be on flat ground.
Therefore, Wanren Palace continued to force itself to be "Wanren" even though it did not live up to its name, or as the people in the martial arts world boasted, Palace Master Li, whether in martial arts skills, broad-mindedness, or personal character and morality, stood like a thousand-foot peak between heaven and earth, and ordinary people could only look up to him. Naturally, he deserved the word "Wanren".
Well-reasoned, well-reasoned.
As for Zhu Yanyin himself, he had never thought that Wanren Palace would be dark and damp, but he had never imagined that it would be so spacious and magnificent. He stood at the entrance, looking at the towering hall in front of him supported by countless huge stone pillars in surprise. At the end of nearly a hundred steps was a large chair carved from black stone, covered with soft black fur. The lotus petals growing in the cracks of the stone were thin and transparent, with crystal dew hanging on them.
When Mr. Zhu II thought about living in such a chivalrous and mighty underground palace in the future, he was so excited that he was speechless.
Li Sui asked: "Shall I take you upstairs?"
Zhu Yanyin first pretended to refuse, saying that he could go by himself, and then he hung on the big devil with peace of mind, and was lazily carried up the long steps by him.
A corner of the black cloak was lifted by the wind, covering the ground with lingering lotus flowers and light floating on them.