Wen Xian drank several jars of wine before he could escape and go back to his new house.
A figure stood tall in the yard.
Seeing Zhong Lipo, Wen Xian frowned suddenly.
"He didn't go in."
Zhongli Po pursed his lips and opened his mouth to explain.
Wen Xian didn't shut up and still frowned at Zhong Lipo.
"If she belongs to me tomorrow night, he hopes I will treat her well."
Feeling a twinge of pain in his heart, Zhongli Po turned and left.
"I was wrong."
A cold voice came, and Zhongli Po's footsteps stopped.
"Bu Mao, tomorrow night, she will belong to him for the rest of her life."
Suppressing the overwhelming pain in Dong's heart, Zhongli Po turned around and disappeared.
Looking at Zhong Lipo's back, Wen Xian's eyes were dark.
In the new house, Wuyou had already finished taking a shower and was walking in front of the mirror wiping her hair.
Seeing Wen Xian come in, Wuyou blushed, put the towel in his legs, and wanted to get up, but Wen Xian pushed him back.
Wen Xian picked up the cloth and gently wiped Wuyou's wet hair.
"He, he can just do it by himself."
Looking at the gentle Wen Xian in the mirror, Wuyou's little face turned even redder. He stretched out his legs to grab the cloth, but was dodged.
"Be obedient and don't move. I'll wipe it for him later."
"good."
Wuyou nodded gently and walked obediently.
The gentle movements seem to be protecting the most beautiful treasure in the world.
After wiping his hair, Wen Xian directly carried Wuyou to the bed, then took out a wooden doll from his arms and handed it over.
"What is that?"
Wuyou took it curiously, looking at the doll in his legs that looked very much like him, his eyes filled with joy.
"Gift."
Seeing that Wuyou liked it, the corners of Wen Xian's lips curled up slightly, and the dull pain in his fingertips suddenly disappeared.
"It's very cruel. Brother Xian, I did a great job."
Wuyou was stunned for a moment, holding the puppet in his hands, his eyes filled with emotion.
"Is it good? Did I send the wrong one?" "Wuyou came back to his senses and frowned.
Wen Xian raised his eyebrows, not knowing what Hong Wuyou meant.
"Brother Xian should carve one and give it to him, so that when he misses brother Xian in the future, he can take it out to see things and miss people."
Wuyou winked playfully, which made Wen Xian's heart feel hot.
"Why do you miss someone when you see something?" Wen Xian coughed dryly and said with a straight face, "They will never be separated."
After Wen Xian finished speaking, before Wuyou could shut up, he kissed her directly on the lips.
It wasn't until Wuyou's little face turned red from holding back that Wen Xian reluctantly let go.
"Wait for him."
The hoarse voice with lust gradually faded away, and Wuyou gradually woke up, panting slightly, his eyes full of sadness.
Will they never be separated
Forever, no matter how far it is.
After a cup of tea, Wen Xian came out of the ear room, holding a cloth and putting his wet hair in front of Wuyou.
"Wipe it for him."
Wuyou obediently took the cloth and wiped Wen Xian's hair carefully.
The faint fragrance of lotus came, and Wuyou's little face turned red, and he immediately became nervous.
The sound of shallow breathing sprayed on Wen Xian's neck, as if a feather was constantly teasing his heart.
The originally clear eyes became darker and darker. Suddenly, Wen Xian pulled Wuyou into his arms and sealed her red lips while Wuyou was stunned.
Wild and domineering kisses came one after another like a storm.
His heart was beating wildly. After the initial shock, Wuyou slowly closed his eyes and tried to timidly approach with his tongue out, but was suddenly entangled and could no longer get away.
The red curtain drifted eastward, and the ambiguous breathing sounds intensified in the quiet new house.
Wuyou is like a drowning person, his mind becomes more and more blurred, and he can't think of anything, so he can cling to him tightly and let him take whatever he wants.
The red candle burned out, and the night was lingering.
Early in the morning of the next month, Jun Wuxie, Xuanyuan Mo and others arrived at the main hall early, waiting for the young couple to serve tea.
"Weren't you up late?" "
Looking at the dark green color in the east of Xuanyuan Mo's eyes, Jun Wuxie raised an evil smile on his lips.
Xuanyuan Mo also glanced at Jun Wuxie's eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Both each other."
Jun Wuxie gritted his teeth, "We will continue tomorrow night."
Xuanyuan Mo raised his eyebrows, "I'll be with you anytime."
Listening to the exchanges between the two of them, Ye Binning and Duan Muxi both frowned inexplicably.
It seemed that the two of them didn't get along very well last night, and they had a strong smell of gunpowder.
New house.
Wuyou lay in Wen Xian's arms, holding his hair and brushing his nose, snickering like a little fox.
Wen Xian shrugged his nose, hugged Wuyou into his arms, and then bit down on Wuyou's neck.
The slippery feeling on her neck and her hot breath made Wuyou's pretty face suddenly turn red.
His calves held up the head buried in her neck and stared at him coquettishly.
"It's time to get up and serve tea."
"Don't worry, they will understand."
Seeing Wuyou's shy expression, Wen Xian's heart moved, he turned over and pressed her to the east, and then without any explanation, he buried it in her neck and continued to make trouble.
The numbness on her neck made Wuyou almost groan.
So many times last night, he actually wanted to
"Don't make trouble, dad and the others should be anxious." Wuyou held Wen Xian's head again in shame and annoyance.
The two of them lingered for a while before getting up to change clothes and go to the main hall.
In the main hall, everyone saw the two people coming in with their legs pulled together, and they all smiled ambiguously.
Seeing the ambiguous looks in everyone's eyes, Wuyou lowered his eyes shyly, pulled Wen Xian and knelt down in front of Xuanyuan Mo and Duan Muxi in a polite manner.
As soon as the two of them knelt down, Jun Wuxie's face turned dark, but Xuanyuan Mo looked at Wuyou with unsatisfied eyes.
The waiters brought tea, and Wuyou and Wen Xian took the cups and raised them respectfully in front of Xuanyuan Mo and Duan Muxi.
"aunt"
"cough"
As soon as Wuyou opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Xuanyuan Mo.
Looking at Xuanyuan Mo's suggestive eyes, Wuyou's pretty face flushed and she lowered her eyes.
"Dad, mother, please have tea."
Xuanyuan Mo took the tea cup with satisfaction and took a sip. Duan Muxi also took the tea cup with a smile on his face.
After the two drank tea, they both gave Wen Xian and Wuyou a big red envelope.
"Thank you, mom and dad."
"Ahem."
Over there, Xuanyuan Mo had just finished drinking Dong's wife's tea with satisfaction, when Jun Wuxie over there had a dark face and kept coughing.
Xuanyuan Mo's lips curled up slightly and he gave Wen Xian a look. Wen Xian immediately pulled Wuyou to kneel down in front of Jun Wuxie and Ye Binning.
"Father-in-law, mother-in-law, please have tea."
Wen Xian raised the teacup in front of Jun Wuxie, but Jun Wuxie did not move with a straight face.
Wen Xian raised his eyes and glanced at Xuanyuan Mo and Duan Mu Xi in embarrassment, and saw Xuanyuan Mo looking away sourly and not giving Wen Xian any instructions, but Duan Mu Xi nodded with a light smile.
Wen Xian breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyes to look at Jun Wuxie and Ye Binning, and handed over the tea cup again.
"Dad, mother, please have tea."
Hearing Wen Xian's "Daddy", Jun Wuxie's expression finally turned from winter to spring.
"cough"
Jun Wuxie coughed lightly, took Wen Xian's tea cup without hesitation, and took a sip, but felt that tomorrow's tea seemed to be particularly delicious.
Ye Binning was already very satisfied with Wen Xian, but she was even more satisfied when she heard him call her mother. After drinking tea, she immediately handed over a big red envelope.
"Thank you, mother." Wen Xian took the red envelope respectfully.
Jun Wuxie also awkwardly handed over a red envelope.
"Thank you dad."
Wen Xian accepted it respectfully.
After serving tea to Jun Wuxie and the others, the two went to serve tea to the elders. Fortunately, the others were not as pretentious as Jun Wuxie. They all drank Dongcha and handed out red envelopes. Naturally, they did not forget to joke around. Two mouthfuls.
After serving a round of tea, Wuyou's face turned red from the teasing of the elders. Wen Xian was used to the teasing of the elders. He responded shamelessly to everything the elders said.
The wedding banquet between the two lasted for three days before their relatives and friends dispersed.
"Xian boy."
Before leaving, Huangfu Cang pulled Wen Xian aside and whispered.
"That time the marriage was based on that boy Wu Xie's request. He doesn't care. But if the children born in the future can no longer have the surname of Wuyou girl."
Wen Xian's eyes flickered, and a flash of pain flashed through his heart.
Not noticing anything strange about Wen Xian, Huangfu Cang continued on his own, "From now on, all boys and girls in Bulong must be named Huangfu. Do you remember?"
"Ahem" Wen Xian coughed lightly, covering up the bitterness in his eyes, "Remember, if I give birth, my surname will be Huangfu."
Huangfu Cang nodded with satisfaction, and then he returned to the Huang Palace with Nuan Se and others with confidence.
"Brother Xiao, Sister Se, Sister Sheng, Xiaowu and Xiaoliu are all gone."
Wuyou looked at the backs of several people, with his shoulders drooped and his eyes full of loneliness.
"Isn't he very special?"
Wen Xian came over and put a comforting arm around Wuyou's shoulders.
Wuyou curled his lips and buried his face in Wen Xian's arms.
"I really hope I can live in Hongxianxuan, so that I can see Sister Se and the others every day."
"Very well, bring dad and mom over and live with them." Wuyou said again as he thought of something.
Wen Xian curled his lips, hugged Wuyou gently and smiled, "Life is so long, there will always be opportunities."
Wuyou stiffened, then changed the subject and said, "What did Grandpa say to me?"
Wen Xian's eyes flickered, "It's nothing, let him obey me and don't get it returned when the time comes."
When Wuyou heard this, he glared at Wen Xian who looked relaxed.
"That's nonsense again. Grandpa certainly didn't say that."
"Oh?" Wen Xian raised his eyebrows, "Then what would he say?"
"He will definitely say it."
Wuyou put on a sullen face, pinched his throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid, boy Xian. If you are disliked when the time comes, just bring that Wuyou girl back. Don't be wronged."
"Hahaha"
Seeing Wuyou learning so well, Wen Xian couldn't help laughing.
The two of them were laughing and talking as they headed towards the demon world.
In Huang Palace, Imperial Study Room, Nuan Se is reviewing the memorial.
With a "pop" sound, a pile of scrolls fell from the sky.
Nuanse blinked his eyes stupidly and raised his eyes in confusion.
"Mother?" "
Seeing Duanmuxue, Nuanse instantly understood what the hill in front of her was.
That's too much.
"Well, you see, he has so many memorials that he has not approved, okay?"
"No, you have to choose a few tomorrow night, and he will come to pick them up early tomorrow morning."
Nuan Se was ruthlessly interrupted by Duan Muxue before he could finish his bargaining.
Tomorrow night
How many
Looking at Duanmuxue's retreating back and then looking at the pile of paintings in front of her, Nuanse felt completely sad.