Rebirth of the High Gate Mistress

Chapter 295 Newlywed

 In a blink of an eye, it was the end of the year, and it was the wedding date of Jiang Youchen and Murong Lizhu.

The wedding was naturally held in Chaozhou. After the marriage was settled, King Murong of Jiangdong sent his son Murong Xuan to take Murong Lizhu back to Jiangdong, so Murong Lizhu got married from Jiangdong.

After Li Xian made great contributions after controlling the flood, the Holy Spirit promoted him to the second rank of the Ministry of Industry in recognition of his talents. Li Xian had just been promoted and was naturally busy. Needless to say, Li Ling's errands in the City Patrol Division were not even easy to celebrate the New Year, and even more so He couldn't have time to go to Chaozhou to see his relatives, so the Zhenguo government sent the third master Li Xiang and the fourth master Li Yu to Chaozhou.

The Jiang family is naturally inferior to the famous Murong family in terms of family status, but it is still considered a famous family in Chaozhou, and Sanlang of the Jiang family has always enjoyed a good reputation in Chaozhou. Therefore, the wedding of Jiang Youchen and Murong Lizhu can be regarded as unprecedentedly grand and lively in the local area.

 It is a beautiful time, beautiful flowers, full moon. Murong Lizhu sat with her head covered on Madam Diaolong Xiufeng's wedding bed, listening to the noisy and lively sounds outside gradually dissipating, but the drumbeat in her heart became more and more intense.

Hongyu, the personal maid, came over with a cup of hot tea and said, "Miss, the banquet in front has broken up, and my uncle is coming over. Please take a sip of the hot tea first."

"No need, just go to the door and watch. If my uncle comes, come and let me know." Murong Lizhu said softly through the hijab.

Hongyu took the order and left. After less than a cup of tea, she turned back and said with a hint of excitement in her tone: "Miss, my uncle is here and has already entered the corner gate."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Youchen entered the wedding room with brisk steps.

Seeing the groom approaching, Xipo who was guarding the room quickly handed over the weighing pole, which symbolized satisfaction, and said with a joyful face: "Please ask the third master to pick a hijab for the bride."

Jiang Youchen was wearing a bright red wedding dress, and his face was also filled with joy. He took the pole and slowly walked towards the bride who was sitting on the wedding bed.

Although Murong Lizhu maintained her demeanor as a well-known lady, she was extremely uneasy because she and Jiang Youchen only had a brief relationship. The first time was just a quick meeting when they were together with others, and the second time was when he was drunk. , not only knocked her to the ground, but also spit out wine all over her skirt.

Murong Lizhu lowered her eyes through the hijab and saw the soap boots embroidered with happy patterns slowly approaching her. She sniffed subconsciously. Fortunately, there was no choking smell of wine this time.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and while she was still thinking wildly, the ribbon on her head was taken off, and Jiang Youchen was already standing in front of him.

Murong Lizhu couldn't help but clenched her hands when she was satisfied. She lowered her head deeply, bit her lower lip lightly, and was too embarrassed to look up at him.

 “Are you tired?” The man’s clear and gentle voice came from above his head.

Murong Lizhu replied softly: "It's okay."

Jiang Youchen turned around and said to the Xi Po servant girl in the room: "You have worked hard today. Let's go down and get Feng Hong and rest."

After listening to the instructions, everyone smiled, thanked and congratulated the two of them, and retreated in a hurry.

There were only two people left in the room. Murong Lizhu, who had been tensed all day, felt a little relaxed now. She subconsciously moved her neck, which was already so tired and sore.

“Are you tired?” Jiang Youchen asked again, his voice was gentle.

Murong Lizhu finally raised her head, met Jiang Youchen's gentle gaze, smiled and nodded.

Jiang Youchen smiled at her and said, "I was just afraid that they would restrain you, so I asked them to go down first. According to etiquette, we have to wait until we drink Hexin wine before the ceremony is completed."

The groom's gentleness and thoughtfulness made Murong Lizhu feel at ease, and she finally no longer felt restrained.

Perhaps the last encounter between the two of them left a deep impression on Murong Lizhu. She smiled at Jiang Youchen and said half-jokingly: "There are so many guests today, but my husband didn't drink?"

He stood in front of her for such a while, and she didn't smell a trace of alcohol. Jiang Youchen smiled and replied: "Today is our happy day. How could I escape being drunk by them? It's just that before I saw you, I went to the study to drink sobering soup secretly, and also took a special bath to cleanse myself. The smell of alcohol went away."

"oh?"

As soon as Jiang Youchen said these words, Murong Lizhu couldn't help but remember the last time Jiang Youchen was drunk, and couldn't help but hide her mouth and smile.

Jiang Youchen also laughed and said jokingly: "What? Is what happened last time still fresh in your memory?"

Murong Lizhu was afraid that he would be embarrassed, so she shook her head slightly and said, "That's not true. I seem to have forgotten about it."

Why couldn't Jiang Youchen see what she was thinking? He teased her calmly and said, "If you can't forget it, don't make it difficult for yourself. Just remember it."

When Murong Lizhu first met Jiang Youchen, she was only attracted by his appearance and temperament. She had never seen such a handsome and elegant man, so she couldn't forget him. She never imagined that such a gentle and gentle man could be so funny. On the other hand, this undoubtedly made her feel more submissive.

In just this moment, Murong Lizhu's feeling of strangeness towards Jiang Youchen completely dissipated. She, who had always abided by her duties, asked Jiang Youchen without any scruples: "I seem to have heard that when my cousin-in-law just announced her marriage to you, , you were reluctant, how come you were willing later?"

Murong Lizhu's words were not a question. The two of them had only met once, so how could they have deep feelings for each other? Why did they have to let someone fall in love at first sight without marrying her? Murong Lizhu was a transparent person and would not take advantage of this.

She was just curious, and to ease the awkward atmosphere, she asked Jiang Youchen in a lighthearted and joking way.

Jiang Youchen smiled, faced Murong Lizhu's slightly puzzled gaze, and replied: "You have seen how embarrassed I am when I'm drunk. Don't you think you should be responsible for me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, both of them burst into laughter.

 The unfamiliar atmosphere in the room disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Youchen's eyes were gentle, and he slowly stretched out his hand towards his bride. Murong Lizhu met his gaze and smiled, raised her arm and placed her delicate hand on Jiang Youchen's palm.

Jiang Youchen took her hand and came to the wedding table that the servants had prepared. The two sat face to face. Jiang Youchen first handed the wine glass in front of the bride to her, and then held the glass himself.

The big red lantern hung high, casting a scorching shadow that enveloped the two of them in a warm color.

 The last step of the wedding is for husband and wife to drink Henan wine together. After drinking this wine, they are officially husband and wife.

Murong Lizhu felt satisfied and sweet to be able to marry such a handsome and considerate husband. She lowered her head, but her cheeks were flushed by the candlelight.

Jiang Youchen looked at the shy bride and said with a smile: "I just got rid of the smell of alcohol on my body. I just look forward to drinking this glass of wine, but I don't want to smell it to you again."

Murong Lizhu was amused by his humor again, looked up at him and said, "I'm not afraid of the smell of wine, as long as you don't spit wine on my skirt again."

Jiang Youchen laughed and said, "It's enough to let Madam see me being embarrassed once. I will definitely not do that again this time."

 The flowers are blooming on a full moon night, and the candles are red until dawn.

Cave the candle, sprinkle sugar, find a monthly ticket

 (End of this chapter)