Yi Jian was completely confused as to what other ideas she had.
He had only one idea, and that was to hold her, fall asleep, and continue the work of disappearing her soul tomorrow morning.
Seeing that Yi Jian was silent, Zhong Qing couldn't guess what he was thinking. After a long while, she said softly: "Why did the young marshal ask Zhong Qing to call the young marshal her husband? Could it be that your husband wants to be a eunuch?"
Yi Jian's complexion finally changed.
Zhongqing was worried, and said anxiously: "Why do you have such thoughts? Could it be that Zhongqing did something wrong?"
Yi Jian was speechless. After a long while, he realized that he had said the wrong word.
"Husband" should be replaced with "husband".
In foreign countries, "husband" means "husband", but in China, "husband" means "eunuch".
Inevitably, she will overthink it.
Suddenly, Yi Jian couldn't laugh or cry.
He stretched out his hand, took her into his arms, lowered his head, and whispered the love words on the bed: "How could it be? If you are not enough, how can I be willing to be a eunuch?"
Zhongqing breathed a sigh of relief. If he really wanted to become a eunuch on the first day after marrying her, she would be ridiculed to death by many people!
"Then why did the young marshal ask Zhong Qing to call him that way?"
She still didn't understand.
Maybe, this is a curse on yourself.
"In the West, husband means husband."
Easy and simple explanation.
Zhong Qing was stunned for a moment, then blushed, then frowned, and then scolded: "Don't all Western women like their men...and become eunuchs?"
Yi Jian couldn't hold back anymore and laughed loudly.
His little sweet wife is interestingly tight.
I couldn't explain this word clearly to Zhong Qing for a while. I didn't enjoy the local customs and customs, so I only thought about what I meant here.
Immediately, he stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly, "It's too late to sleep."
Zhong Qing was really tired, and feeling sleepy, she still asked without giving up: "Young Marshal, are you really not going to become a eunuch?"
"No." Yi Jian responded, patting her back: "Seriously no."
Zhongqing felt relieved, closed her eyes, and fell asleep sweetly.
And when he looked at her sleeping face, the corners of her lips were still curved.
The servants standing outside the door looked at each other. Everyone was wondering, how could the young marshal and his wife make the young marshal laugh so much on this wedding night?