Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 49
In northern weddings, the green cloth curtain is used as the house, inside and outside the door, which is called the Qinglu, where the couple worship each other and stay together for the first night.

Jiang Fosang was a little tired from sitting, so he simply got up and walked around the Qinglu.

Because I only stayed for one night, there were not many furnishings, except for the couch, shackles and screens, there was also a cabinet, in which should be a change of clothes and spare quilts.

A small window was opened on the south side, and the noise of boiling could be faintly heard, and the scene of the guests' laughter could also be imagined.

It was completely dark, and the lanterns illuminated the night like white, but it was different from the day after all.

The breeze carried the scent of flowers and came to visit the Green Cottage. Jiang Fosang took a deep breath and was suddenly a little hungry because of the scent.

"Female!" Calamus came in carrying a food box, "Hurry up and use some."

Jiang Fosang raised his eyebrows in an instant, "I am still known by calamus."

"Slaves don't dare to take the credit." The good lady was afraid of starving the queen, but in such a situation in a different place, she was afraid that she would make a mistake and be looked down upon, so she didn't dare to bring food over without authorization.

Calamus winked: "This is from Nanquan."

"Nanquan? How could he..." Jiang Fosang paused.

Yes, how could Nan Quan think of it.

Don't think about it, it must be the man's order.

"The new son-in-law is very considerate of the mistress." Calamus boldly teased his mistress.

Jiang Fosang gave her a sideways look, but didn't speak.

Looking down at the snacks on the table, milk cakes, fish soup, and pills.

Although it is light, it is exquisite, and it is all the taste of the South.

The rarest thing is a plate of cherries.Now it is mid-July, and the cherries should have been out of the market long ago, but they can still be found, which is really hard work.

Jiang Fosang was taking small bites, the curtain moved slightly.
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According to the original arrangement, Hu Changheng didn't have to go out to treat guests at all - with his body, it was not easy to last until Li Cheng.

Out of love for her son, her mother, Lu Shi, planned to ask her relatives to salute on her behalf, but he also refused.

Today is the joy of his big wedding, what he should do, he doesn't want to pretend to others.

The bride is married from afar, which is also due respect for the bride.

Besides, he was really happy.

I don't like to socialize normally in Japan, but today I have a banquet with the guests, but I don't feel bored. The wine I drink is sweet.

It turns out that the wedding wine is really different from the other wines, and he only really realized it today.

It's a pity that I couldn't drink much, and I was thinking about the phrase "Lang Jun returns early", and I came back after socializing for a while.

When she opened the account and came in, she was eating cherries, her cheeks were slightly swollen, her eyes were wide open, as if she didn't expect him to come back at this time.

After regaining consciousness, he hurriedly sat upright, took the silk handkerchief handed over by the maid and wiped the corners of his mouth lightly, then turned around and called out to Mr. Wang softly.

Although Hu Changheng was in good spirits at the moment, his face turned pale.

Nan Quan wanted to help him, but he shook his head, and walked slowly to sit across from the table.

"Can you keep your mouth shut?" He asked, his voice slow.

Jiang Fosang nodded: "Your Majesty has a heart."

Hu Changheng smiled.

Now that his mind is settled, he can finally watch his bride well.

But the powder face is as white as porcelain, the eyes are as bright as stars, the distant mountain eyebrows are unpainted but dark, the peach-hearted lips are red without spots, and the black temples are decorated with gold hairpins. , It makes people forget the vulgarity.

Nan Quan tilted his head at Calamus, and the two retreated in silence.

Hu Changheng forced himself to look away, looked at the snacks on the table, and found that they only took a few bites.

If I hadn't heard from Nan Quan that she didn't eat much, I would have suspected that what I had prepared was not to her liking.

He pointed to the remaining half plate of cherries: "Why don't you continue to use it?"

There is food in the belly, no hunger, cherries are nothing more than a mouthful.

But the kindness is hard to come by, Jiang Fusang picked one up with his fingers, and didn't rush to put it in his mouth, but asked him: "There are still Beidi cherries?"

There are, but they are not seasonal.

Hu Changheng didn't tell her about the difficulty of finding it, but said: "Nan Quan said you like to eat this thing."

Jiang Fosang froze for a moment, lowered his eyes, his face was faintly red.

When the words came out, Hu Changheng also felt abrupt, and the current situation is also normal.

He himself was a little uncomfortable, and he was afraid that Jiang Fosang would be uncomfortable, so he turned sideways.

With this movement, the itching in the throat suddenly intensified.

The hands in the big sleeves clenched into fists, endured and endured, and finally a muffled cough escaped from the tight lips.

After the sound came out, he couldn't stop anymore, he arched his back, supported the table with one hand, and coughed so hard.

Seeing this, Jiang Fosang hurriedly got up to go around the case, rolled up his sleeves and patted his back for him.

The touch under the palm is slightly rough, which shows how thin he is.

After a long time, the cough stopped slightly.

Jiang Fosang brought warm water for him to drink: "Drink more water, it can be used for relief."

"Thank you." Hu Changheng reached out to take it.

Jiang Fosang knelt beside him, looked at him from the side, not only his face turned pale, but also his lips were faintly cyanotic.

He also saw his left hand clenched into a fist against his chest, his brows forming a chasm, and the pain was unbearable—clearly, the cough was just a symptom, or a kind of disease, and his real focus was not here.

"What kind of medicine do you take on weekdays? You keep coughing like this? Why don't you let the medicine boy try decocting Fritillaria and loquat leaves, it's the best way to relieve chronic cough—"

"You..." Hu Changheng stared at her blankly, then lowered his eyes after a while, "How did you know?"

Jiang Fusang paused, and replied: "My concubine guessed."

Hu Changheng raised his eyes again, and there was a bit of desolation in his eyes: "You have guessed it, why are you still willing to marry me?"

Jiang Fosang chuckled, "Have you ever seen a small boat on the river, Mr. Lang? You can always come and go as you like. If you encounter bad waves, you can't control where you will go. If you don't want to be torn apart by the wind and waves, you can only drift with the current."

She didn't say anything like a heart-to-heart promise to prevaricate, she just told her frankly.

There was no complaint or preference in the tone, only a clear sincerity.

It was this sincerity that allowed Hu Changheng to breathe for a moment in the heavy haze.

"After all, it was my Hu family who failed you and wronged you."

"My concubine is lucky to marry my lord, and I don't feel wronged. I only wish to be at peace with whatever happens."

He smiled wryly: "My body...you have seen it too, I am afraid that it is powerless, let alone give you long-term stability."

Jiang Fosang shook his head: "One hundred years has a hundred years of life, and ten years has a ten years of life. It's enough to accompany you for a journey without leaving any regrets. Why think so much?"

Hu Changheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a sprout sprouted in his dead wood-like heart.

Really... don't you have to think so much?

Or, can he really have the beauty in front of him?

"My concubine would like to accompany you day and night." Jiang Fusang said, covering the back of his hand with a soft catkin, "I also hope that your lord will take pity on you."

Before going to bed last night, Mrs. Liang showed her the fire avoidance map as usual.

"With the appearance and intelligence of a female monarch, and some tenderness in the boudoir, no man can escape your palm."

Since she was married to Chongzhou and planned to borrow Hu's family to temporarily avoid the storm, Jiang Fosang, as Hu Changheng's wife, did not intend to evade her duty.

On the one hand, it was because she really needed the help of Hu Changheng to gain a foothold in the Hu family, even if she didn't plan to stay for a long time, she couldn't leave within a few years; on the other hand, it was because of her debt to Hu Changheng.

Although the Hu family in the previous life claimed that Hu Changheng died of a long illness, judging from the various reactions of his aunt later, it may have something to do with Foyin.In this life, another sister Yijuan came... Even though the Hu family concealed their illness first, their Jiang family was not completely innocent.

Therefore, she is willing to treat Hu Changheng sincerely.Either be in harmony with each other, or respect each other like a guest, and accompany him for the rest of the way as a wife.

Fortunately, the person in front of her didn't dislike her.

Liang's original intention was that she was afraid that she would lose to Jiu's wife - if the husband's heart was first taken by another back room, it would be a disgrace to the first wife, and it would be extremely detrimental to her status and rights in the future.

Jiang Fosang laughed when he heard the words: "If there is someone he likes among the nine wives, it would be a good thing." At least her burden on her heart will be lighter.

It's really hard not to be moved by such a lovely and pitiful beauty who is telling you these words.

Hu Changheng suddenly understood where Nan Quan's confidence came from.

After pondering for a long time, he finally couldn't resist the temptation, and held her slender hand in his palm.

"The sage said, it's okay to die in the morning after hearing the Tao. To have you by my side, it's okay to die in the evening—"

"Hey!" Jiang Fosang stopped him, "It's an auspicious day, why did your lord say such ominous words?"

Hu Changheng smiled: "It's a blessing for the poor to come into my room. It's a bad thing for the poor to say such ominous words."

In the dead of night, the lights are dim.

Looking at each other, there is warmth and tenderness.

The clasped hands suddenly felt a little wet.

Hu Changheng leaned over slowly, and the distance between the two was getting closer.

Jiang Fosang closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, feeling pitiful——

When the lips were about to meet, a burst of palm-to-hand laughter suddenly came from the chest behind the screen.

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