The lights in the house flickered, and Qin Zhao half hugged and half embraced Jing Li back to the bedroom.
Jing Li was so drunk that he was unconscious. As soon as he touched the soft bed, he immediately turned over and rolled into the inside of the bed.
The bedroom also had a different look.
Red silk curtains hung beside the bed, and the bed was covered with red cotton cloth, which was obviously a decoration for the wedding night. These decorations were actually very simple, and it was obvious that Jing Li had arranged every detail by himself, and they were even a little crude.
There were two wedding dresses on the shelf beside the bed. They were very finely made and made of very soft material. They were probably very expensive.
Qin Zhao gently stroked the wedding dress, and his heart softened.
This little guy... turns out to be designed to do just that.
"Qin Zhao..." Jing Li rubbed his head on the bed and mumbled, "Let's go light up the lanterns..."
"You're still thinking about lighting lanterns." Qin Zhao took a handkerchief to wipe his face. Hearing this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You want to light lanterns but you still drink so much?"
“…” Jing Li mumbled something indistinctly and fell silent again.
Qin Zhao helped him take off his outer clothes, shoes and socks, pulled the quilt over him, and kissed him on the lips: "Everything has been planned. How come you got drunk if you didn't plan it?"
He raised his head slightly, pressed his lips against the other's soft lips, and whispered: "What a fool..."
After cleaning up the small fish, Qin Zhao went to the kitchen to make a bowl of sobering soup and brought it back to the bedroom.
Jing Li was still sleeping soundly, looking peaceful and quiet. His handsome features were tinged with warm light under the flickering lights, looking soft and defenseless.
This look is so good it's almost unfair.
Qin Zhao paused for a moment, suppressed some unspeakable impulse in his heart, and breathed a sigh of relief silently.
"Xiao Yu, drink the sobering soup first." Qin Zhao put the sobering soup aside and called in a low voice.
Jing Li frowned and slapped his hand away impatiently.
But Qin Zhao did not give in.
He had never tasted the osmanthus wine, so he didn't know what the alcohol was like. But what he knew was that Xiaoyu probably couldn't drink much, and if he fell asleep like this, he would definitely have a headache tomorrow.
Qin Zhao patiently bent down and kissed Jing Li's lips again.
He gently pried open Jing Li's lips and teeth, held the soft tip of his tongue, and gently teased it. After a moment, his efforts paid off, and Jing Li moaned and opened his eyes dazedly.
Qin Zhao let him go at the right time and said softly, "Drink the hangover soup before going to sleep."
Jing Li was still confused, and he touched his lips belatedly, not understanding where the tingling sensation came from. He blinked, sat up, and threw himself forward, and was caught in Qin Zhao's arms: "What are you doing?"
"I'm so sleepy..." Jing Li rested his forehead on Qin Zhao's shoulder and said vaguely, "Where are we? Have you bought the lanterns?"
Qin Zhao: “…”
I just know lanterns.
Qin Zhao said: "We have bought it, but we have already returned home."
"Go home?" Jing Li closed his eyes and spoke in a sleepwalking voice, "Why should I go home? Isn't home still—"
His voice suddenly stopped.
He had been planning the same thing these days, and it was engraved in his mind almost instinctively. When he thought of this, all his rationality returned at this moment, Jing Li straightened up and looked around.
"I I I… how do we—"
The red bed, wedding dress, and curtains, it was indeed his and Qin Zhao's home.
Jing Li: “…”
They went home.
His plan was ruined by himself before it even started.
Qin Zhao ignored Jing Li's momentary daze and picked up the hangover soup again and fed it to Jing Li: "Drink the hangover soup first, and we'll talk about the other things later."
The soup was still hot, with hawthorn, ginger and sugar in it, and some flavor that Jing Li could not taste. It tasted sour and sweet, and made Jing Li a little more sober.
He drank the soup obediently and whispered: "Qin Zhao, I..."
"Awake?" Qin Zhao's expression showed no emotion. He took the bowl of soup from Jing Li and asked, "Do you want to sleep for a while, or do you want to light lanterns?"
Jing Li blinked in confusion.
Qin Zhao pointed to the table, where a lantern lay quietly: "I bought it. You can put it in the yard if you want."
There is an undercurrent of running water at the bottom of the pool in the bamboo courtyard, which is connected to the stream to ensure that the water flows at all times.
Tonight is the fifteenth day of the eighth month, when the moonlight is at its best. The whole yard is illuminated by the moonlight, which is reflected in the rippling pool, and even the flowers and plants in the yard seem to be covered with a layer of silver light.
Qin Zhao took Jing Li to the yard. Worried that Jing Li was still not fully sober, he helped him sit down on a bamboo chair before turning around to get the lantern.
He tilted his head and asked, "What wish do you want to write?"
"...Is there another wish?" Jing Li's reaction was still a little slow, and he smiled foolishly after a while, "I am a koi fish. Now I make a wish to the lantern. Can everything I wish come true? If I wish that we will be rich and prosperous from now on, and have no worries about food and drink, will it come true?"
Qin Zhao also laughed: "As long as you make a sincere wish, it will work."
From the time they met until now, Jing Li's wish has never been unfulfilled.
Jing Li looked up at him.
Qin Zhao was facing against the light, and his facial features could not be clearly seen in the moonlight. One could only see his thin outline and the gaze that never left him.
Jing Li stretched out his hand to him: "Let me write it."
He took the lantern and the brush, and carefully wrote a line of small characters on the lantern:
—"I want to be with Qin Zhao forever. I want Qin Zhao to be safe, healthy, and have a smooth life."
Qin Zhao saw what he wrote and asked softly, "You don't want money anymore?"
"Not as important as you." Jing Li said.
All external things are not as important as the person in front of you.
The two of them lit the lantern together and put it into the water. The solitary lantern drifted away along the water, the light dancing gently in the night breeze.
Jing Li was sobered up by the night wind and turned around to ask, "Why don't you buy more?"
He said with some regret: "One lantern can make one wish, ten lanterns can make ten wishes, why waste such a good opportunity."
Qin Zhao: “…”
Can this wish be made in a package
Ordinary people may not be able to do that, but it is hard to say whether the little fish in front of him is a koi.
However, Qin Zhao had never thought about this at all. When he saw Jing Li drunk just now, he was worried that he would catch a cold in the cold wind outside. He was also afraid that he would regret not being able to set off a lantern when he woke up, so he quickly went to buy one and brought it home.
Who knew that this little guy was not satisfied after releasing just one.
Qin Zhao didn't argue with him about this. He turned around and looked at the main house. The word "囍" posted in front of the hall was visible through the crack of the half-open door.
There is still work to do tonight.
Qin Zhao retracted his gaze and squeezed Jing Li's hand: "Are you awake now?"
Jing Li looked at him blankly: "Hmm?"
Qin Zhao glanced towards the main house with a hint of meaning, and said, "Now that you are awake, shouldn't you explain it to me?"
"… "
Jing Li whispered: "I want to give you a surprise."
Qin Zhao led him into the house and asked softly, "Why did you suddenly think of doing this?"
"It's not sudden." Jing Li said, "You made a wish to me, remember? You said you wanted a husband. I can't find another husband for you, and I don't want to find anyone else, so I can only... I can only..."
He was somewhat unable to continue.
Qin Zhao glanced at him and said, "You can only marry yourself to me?"
Jing Li nodded slightly, his ears slightly red.
Qin Zhao looked at him deeply, then suddenly turned his gaze away and pulled him towards the bedroom: "What else do you have in mind? Let's continue."
Jing Li looked at his back and blinked.
He felt that Qin Zhao was a little abnormal tonight. He didn't seem unhappy, but rather... a little impatient.
Jing Li drank tonight, and although he was a little sober, his hazy mind was still not enough for him to figure out where his impatience came from. He followed Qin Zhao into the bedroom and took down the wedding dress on the shelf.
Jing Li had previously asked someone to learn about the marriage customs of this era. Apart from the red tape such as proposal, betrothal and engagement, the wedding night was nothing more than wearing wedding clothes, paying respects to parents and drinking wedding wine.
He led Qin Zhao to do everything one by one, and the latter cooperated very well.
He had his wedding dresses custom-made in town, and the two pieces cost a total of five hundred coins, which was the biggest expense in preparing for the wedding.
Qin Zhao had lost all his memories and Jing Li had no relatives or friends in this world, so the two of them used the moonlight as a matchmaker and the heaven and earth as witnesses.
As for the wedding wine, Qin Zhao refused to let Jing Li drink even a drop of wine, so he replaced it with tea.
After they finished their cups of tea, Qin Zhao asked softly, "What's the next step?"
Jing Li's ears suddenly turned red: "No, there is no next step. It's getting late. You should go to bed early."
After he finished speaking, he wanted to get up to put down the wine glass, but was suddenly grabbed by Qin Zhao and pulled back onto the bed.
The wine glass rolled away on the ground. Jing Li raised his head and met Qin Zhao's deep gaze.
"Tell me, Xiaoyu," Qin Zhao said, "Does an ordinary family's wedding really end here?"
Jing Li felt his heartbeat almost burst out of his chest. He was so nervous that he couldn't speak. He said with difficulty: "We can't do this..."
Qin Zhao ignored him and raised his hand to play with a strand of hair at his temple.
Jing Li had never seen Qin Zhao wearing red.
It was not until today that he realized that this person was actually very suitable for this eye-catching color.
Qin Zhao had a pale complexion, but against this bright color, he seemed to have more energy and spirit, and looked even more handsome and dazzling.
Jing Li couldn't take his eyes away.
"What a silly fish." Qin Zhao suddenly spoke.
Jing Li blinked, and then heard Qin Zhao say, "I've never seen a husband making money to prepare for a wedding. If this gets out, how will your husband survive in the village?"
"I... I am..."
He just wanted to make Qin Zhao happy and didn't think about these things.
He deliberately didn't use a penny from the family.
Everything in the wedding night was earned by him doing farm work in other families during this period. He wanted to keep his word and fulfill Qin Zhao's wish on his own.
… It was also his own wish.
He wanted to be this man's real husband.
Qin Zhao said: "But I am very happy."
"… Thank you."
How could I not be happy
There is such a fool who is willing to give everything to love him, foolishly hiding the so-called surprise, and getting himself hurt.
What reason does he have to be unhappy
Jing Li pursed his lips but said nothing, and even shrank back without making a sound.
He understands the truth, but this thing that's pressing against him... can you please be a little quieter
But Qin Zhao did not let go, but moved closer.
Jing Li couldn't stand it any longer and called out, "Qin Zhao."
Qin Zhao: “Hmm?”
"Doctor Xue said, said you can't..." Jing Li's voice was a little nervous.
Although his body looks small, he is indeed an adult male. Moreover, he has lived in modern times for 18 years. He has all the necessary reactions and certainly he would not be ignorant of everything.
He was very clear about Qin Zhao's appearance, but...
"You mean Mr. Xue?" Qin Zhao's eyes lit up with a smile, and he stood up and went to look for something at the desk.
He quickly found an opened letter and handed it to Jing Li.
Jing Li now has no difficulty in learning to read. He slowly read the letter, his cheeks already flushed red.
How could this person ask such a question in a letter!
And Mr. Xue actually wrote back to him!!!
"Have you finished reading it?" Qin Zhao tilted his head to look at him, with a smile in his eyes, "Is it okay now?"
Jing Li: "But, but I still—"
He was totally unprepared!
Qin Zhao did not give him the chance to hesitate.
He suddenly kissed me.
It seemed that all his previous gentleness and restraint were just superficial, and his patience was completely torn apart tonight.
In an offensive that was completely different from usual, Jing Li barely held on before he was defeated.
While he was half asleep, he heard Qin Zhao whisper in his ear, "Xiao Yu, Mr. Xue said that although I have recovered now, I should not overwork myself."
Jing Li's ears were buzzing, and his mind was mixed with a completely different and unfamiliar feeling. He subconsciously said, "... What should I do?"
Qin Zhao whispered a few words into his ear.
Then, he grabbed his waist and turned him over.
The position was instantly reversed.