Chang’an Peasant Girl

   Chapter 791 Jinger, I want you to take a sedan chair

An Jing first went to the bedside to look at the four children. Seeing that the four children's quilts were well tucked by their corners and would not freeze, she walked behind Xiao Changyi, hugged Xiao Changyi's neck, and rested her chin on Xiao Changyi's shoulders. His face was close to Xiao Changyi's.

   whispered: "Tonight we will stay in Youbao's room for one night, and we will go back early tomorrow."

"Um."

   The sound of uh was a little out of state. Quietly and keenly aware of it, he hurriedly sat on the round stool next to Xiao Changyi, stared at Xiao Changyi very seriously, and asked worriedly: "Xianggong, what's the matter with you?"

  Xiao Changyi put down the teacup in his hand, watched Jing Jing silently for a long time, and then said in a low voice, "Jing'er, I want you to take a sedan chair once."

   Jing Jing was stunned for a moment, and then realized that her husband must have been stimulated by her apprentice's eight-carried sedan chair, so she laughed and said, "Why, do you want me to marry someone again?"

   "Yeah." Xiao Changyi really nodded. "Still marry me."

   Or marry me...

  Quiet's heart was instantly sweet, and the smile on his face was very big, but he shook his head: "No, I don't care about those forms."

   Xiao Changyi held her hand, looked at her deeply, and insisted: "I care."

   After a pause, Xiao Changyi said again: "I actually don't want to give you such a shabby wedding, but we didn't know each other for a long time, and I didn't know how to tell you my identity, that's why..."

   Quietly shook his head: "Not shabby. With you and me, where is shabby?"

   Speaking of this, Jing Jing’s eyes were slightly red.

At that time, she couldn't give birth, she came from another world, and her status was low and dangerous. He was not afraid or despised her. He even made a white-headed pact with her, pampering her, protecting her, loving her, and taking her as everything. First of all, I just want her to be well, I just want her to be happy.

   Who can do this?

  No one can but him!

  Only him!

   He is the only one!

  Thinking of this, he quietly and suddenly hugged the person in front of him, and hugged the person in front of him tightly.

   Even if there is no wedding, she doesn't care. What's more, they had a wedding at that time, which was still fresh and unforgettable.

   "Xianggong, it's really not shabby." He said quietly, but his voice was a little choked. "Those, I really don't care. I can be with you, I really don't care. You don't care either...because I don't care..."

  Xiao Changyi hugged her back, first turned his head sideways, gently kissed her ear, and then said in a low voice, "Even if you and I don't care, I still want you to sit in a sedan chair."

   Seeing Xiao Changyi insisting so much, thinking that the big deal is to have another wedding for them, Quietly nodded: "Well, I will sit in the sedan chair, and I will marry you in the sedan chair."

   "Hmm." Xiao Changyi was finally satisfied, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he answered.

   "Then when will I take the sedan chair and marry you again?"

   "I haven't thought about this yet. I'll tell you when I think about it."

   "Then think about it slowly, don't worry, we are both husband and wife anyway, right?"

"Um."

   Just when Jingjing and Xiao Changyi were talking about this, in the wedding room, everyone had finished making the bridal room, and they all left, making the wedding room quiet for a while, and a needle dropped from the silence and could be heard on the ground.

   Standing at the door of the room, Wang Youbao bolted the door back, which made him feel more at ease.

   He was really afraid that everyone would make trouble again in the bridal chamber, especially that Gong Juechen, who didn't want a face at all, would make trouble again. He really couldn't resist.

   As soon as he thinks of Gong Juechen, Wang Youbao thinks of the book that Gong Juechen stuffed him with, and he hurriedly put it in his arms...

   (end of this chapter)