Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

Xiyi, Udan border.

After the ceremony, Leng Qingtang straightened the bridegroom's crown amidst the noise, and approached the bride with a small smile.

His wedding ceremony with Yunxi combined the customs of the Central Plains and Xiyi.

In the morning, Xi Po came to put on makeup on Gu Yunxiwan's hair. When it is auspicious, the newcomer will go to the chapel.

This series of regulations are strictly in accordance with the folk customs of Dayi.

After the visit, everything is the marriage process of Xiyi.

In Udan, women did not use hipa to cover their heads when they got married. Instead, they used a red coral crystal fringed flower to cover their face, only covering the half of the face below the nose.

In addition to the banquet, the bride can not only sit together with the groom, but also toast and serve dishes to relatives and friends present, as a thank you for their presence.

At this time, Leng Qingtang personally unveiled Yunxi's face and victory.

The crucial link arrived, and the scene immediately calmed down. Everyone cast their focused eyes on the pair of Bi people in front of the incense case.

Leng Qingtang stared at the charming and soft little person in front of her eyes. She also widened her shining water eyes, showing affection for him. A pair of eye contours that were lightly outlined by a Daibi brush were lightly charming .

Hua Sheng's slender tassels quivered softly, and the delicate coral beads the size of yellow rice reflected the meager stream of light on the center of her brow, which made people unstoppable.

Seeing a pair of newlyweds with delicate eyes, they are inseparable between the entanglement, Xipo hid her mouth and chuckled, and the harmony urged:

"Groom officer, hurry up and take off Hua Sheng."

"Oh yes……"

Leng Qingtang agreed, and smiled embarrassedly at the left and right sides, then spread his trembling hands, slowly moved the rice beads, and called out softly:

"Yun Xi, lady..."

The broken jade knocked lightly, making a trivial sound.

A whole piece of peach blossom noodles leaped into his eyes, making him fascinated by the light.

The court suddenly became lively, and the firecrackers and drums in the courtyard were also timely.

Xi Po offered the wine together, and the red rope wrapped around the cup was as fierce as the color of cinnabar.

The two of them took the wine glasses amidst laughter and blessing, their arms wrapped around each other, like glue and lacquer, and they all drank in one go.

At this moment, someone pushed Yunxi from behind, and she immediately fell into Leng Qingtang's chest, her face full of shame.

The bridegroom squinted his eyes and smiled warmly, no longer evasive, bowed his head in public and kissed, putting the fiery mark on the bride's apricot eyes.

Outside the courtyard, firecrackers, gongs and drums are noisy, and the tremors fluctuate.

In the hall, the chips are staggered, and each other pushes their cups to change.

It wasn't until the night was full that everyone got up and said goodbye to the newcomer.

Xi Po is an old palace member in the Udan Palace. He will arrange other accommodation for Cheng Wanli and the Dangtou, and they will return to their hometowns at dawn.

Saying goodbye is a reluctance, Qinger and Yunxi alone hugged each other for a long time and shed tears.

They all know that they are farewell today. From now on, it will be difficult to meet again.

Smoke billows, the old age is over, everyone has to adapt to a new identity and start a new life.

"Girl, you have to be well in the future and give birth to a fat boy for your father as soon as possible."

Qing'er clutched Yun Xi's hand tightly, leaning against her ear, her voice trembled with a cry of tears, telling the sadness of parting.

Yun Xi didn't squeeze, blinking his wet eyes and gave an affirmative answer:

"Okay, I will work hard."

The carriage outside the courtyard also took away South China Ji Yan.

She has been living in this attic these days while preparing for the wedding, sharing the same room with Yunxi, in order to help her retain the last touch of mystery before the wedding.

Now, she is finally able to retire!

Before turning on his horse, Lu Qiange glared at Leng Qingtang, patted his shoulder, and said in a low voice:

"Uncle, a moment is worth a thousand dollars. I have enough firewood, rice, food and other nephews for you. I will come to visit you with Ji Yan in three days, eh?"

"Um... it's hard for Hua'er to be thoughtful..."

Leng Qingtang's brows were embarrassed, he coughed a few times, his face held a serious face, but his heart was stirred by a few words from his nephew.

...

Sending everyone away, the quiet little attic is their secret world.

Seeing Leng Qingtang close the courtyard door and turn back, a luxurious wedding robe shines brightly, and the Yushu is increasingly facing the wind.

Yun Xi stared at him straight, unknowingly, his cheeks were hopelessly red.

He slowly approached, and gently dropped his eyelashes, his pupils were so dark that they were unpredictable. Her clear eyes were completely occupied by her panicked, petite face.

His eyes intertwined, and there was a long silence.

Yunxi was even more at a loss, looking blushingly at the handsome and banished man in the picture.

Thinking of the mystery of the wedding night, I was so nervous that my teeth trembled, and he hesitated:

"Supervisor, Supervisor..."

He frowned helplessly and chuckled:

"Called ‘husband’, hurry up."

As soon as her waist was tightened, she was tightly looped by the hot palms, and she escaped, the blush of the peach petal cheeks became thicker.

Yes, the "supervisor" is just his former disguise. Now that he has gotten rid of the false identity of the "eunuch", he is already a handsome and majestic man.

After visiting the hall and drinking a cup of wine, their body, mind, and destiny will be closely linked from now on.

She is his wife and he is her husband.

"Hurry up, call your husband..."

His voice became deeper and more seductive, and his delicate thin lips moved, and lumps of heat wafted across her cheeks.

Yun Xi's heartbeat "dongdong" quickened immediately, his long eyelashes trembled and he lowered his head and called out:

"Husband."

The voice was clear and shallow, as thin as a mosquito and flies, and the moment it landed on the tip of the man's heart, it was enough to cause his heart to be ups and downs, and his blood boiled.

Raising his hand to beat her up, stepped up the stairs in three or two steps.

In the bedroom on the second floor, the halo of Longfeng Xizhu is uncertain.

In the red luan tent, he gently put her on the bed, followed by sitting on the side of the bed, staring and smiling, watching his young and timid bride for a long time.

Burning its flowers, Tao Zhiyaoyao. Flower shame and jade face, bright wrist frost.

Being stared at by a pair of fiery eyes, Yun Xi felt that he was feverish, his thoughts were indescribable, and he seemed to have a pleasant and flustered emotion, and he was jumping in excitement.

She stupidly met the inspiring gazes, carefully admiring the man's upright figure, with picturesque eyebrows.

He faded away the cold azure python robe, and took off the black yarn net pattern top hat, his facial features are still clear and handsome, only the sharpness and arrogance of the past are missing, and the faint arc of laughter is a bit seductive. Of charm.

"Yun Xi, I finally married you."

His affectionate appeal carries the reminiscence of the hard past, holding her chin up cherished, and printing dense kisses.

In an instant, many past events were flashed through memory, such as the bleak breeze that leaked between the fingers, destined to be uncontrollable.

Now that everything is gone, only each other is left in his world.

The skin is balanced, the breath can be smelled.

Yunxi's body began to soften, and gradually approached him, nestling against his chest.

The happy clothes slipped, and the two bodies turned into flames, falling into the quilt, entangled wantonly.

With his fingers interlocking, Yun Xi suddenly raised his eyes, biting his lips tightly and taking a deep breath.

Leng Qingtang felt distressed when she saw the blue veins and sweat on her forehead, kissed the tears on Taohua’s cheek, and comforted her emotionally:

"Yun Xi...Lady, I love you, I love you so much..."

She clung to the man's solid arm, her nose fluttered, and she confided in pain and joy:

"Supervisor... Husband, I am finally yours. We will never be separated again, never again!"

He hugged her lovingly, kissed her little by little, and responded eagerly:

"Yes, no, no more! From then on, you and I have been the scabbard and blade of the Clear Water Flowing Cloud Sword, inseparable from each other. You have me in you and you in me. Nobody or anything will be anymore. We are separated."

This night the lotus tent is warm, the red waves are rolling, and the voices are loud and lively--

When the attic was completely quiet, the horizon was turning white.

At some unknown time, Yun Xi was awakened by another sticky kiss.

When his dim eyes opened, he saw Leng Qingtang's handsome face.

Yun Xi couldn't figure it out. After tossing the whole night last night, how could her husband be like a glutton who can't get enough to eat, making trouble again after not sleeping for long?

His back pain is sore, and his head is dizzy. Not only does he not see a trace of fatigue, but he seems to have eaten enough vajra pills. His eyes are shining, and his face is radiant as if he is ten years younger?

How did she know that a man who had overcome his recent years now finally got what he wanted, naturally as ferocious as a wolf.

Yun Xi couldn't help it, and simply closed his eyes and frowned bitterly, trying to turn over and ignore him.

As soon as she moved, the soreness and discomfort that had been crushed by the boulder swept over again, making her uncontrollable grin.

The red marks on the slender white jade arms are like bright plum petals burned in the white snow, which are particularly eye-catching.

Seeing Leng Qingtang, a wave of compassion and love came to life.

He began to blame himself for being too forgetful last night, after all, he somewhat ignored her.

After all, she is also a spoiled wife who is twelve years younger than herself, so she should be spoiled.

He sighed and closed his hand, he said softly in her ear:

"The lady worked hard last night, so you can sleep a little longer and make some food for your husband."

Getting up and dressing, Leng Qingtang bent down and silently took out a soft handkerchief from the bedding.

The overlapping red marks on the top caused his eyes to soften, carefully folded the veil and put it into a brocade box in the corner drawer. :,,