Seeing the smile on Xi Niang's face, Zhao Mingzhen realized what she meant.
It turned out that the student was not asking about dumplings, but whether she wanted to have a baby.
As soon as she came to her senses, Zhao Mingzhen's face turned red and she felt like her hair was standing on end.
"We brides all have to have this experience. Madam, don't be shy. Now that the ceremony is complete, the old lady is no longer an eyesore here. You and Goro-kun should talk for a while."
Xiniang and her maid packed up the things in the house, then opened the door and went out. Only Zhao Mingzhen and Han Feng were left in the room.
It was getting dark now, and a few red candles were lit in the room. Under the dim light, the young lady's face was reflected, with almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, and delicate makeup, which made people unable to take their eyes away from her beauty.
Han Feng lifted her robe and sat down next to her. The heat from the man's body came closer. Zhao Mingzhen suddenly felt an itch on her neck. She shrank back, but the man grabbed her wrist.
"Zhenzhen, I finally married you home."
Zhao Mingzhen is the dream in his heart, and one dream lasts ten years.
Han Feng has an indifferent temperament and never pays attention to things. She is the first and only one.
Zhao Mingzhen bit her lips shyly, leaving a few teeth marks on her red lips. Han Feng's black eyes were as black as ink, and he pressed his fingertips on them, his voice carrying a deep magnetism.
"Don't bite."
He was afraid that the little lady would bite her lip and it would hurt, so he pressed his fingertips on it, and there was red rouge on his fingertips.
Zhao Mingzhen gave him a shy and timid look, grabbed his hand with her delicate hands, and wiped it with a handkerchief.
"Is it dirty?"
The little lady was still trembling at the end of her voice, and half of her body went numb at the sound of her voice. Han Feng leaned close to her, with his face only a palm away from hers.
"Not dirty."
Her lips were delicious and soft, and he wanted to taste them.
Thinking this way, Han Feng did the same thing.
Before Zhao Mingzhen could react, the man in front of her held her back and held her lips in his mouth.
She has read a lot of story books, and there are many sexy plots in them. Zhao Mingzhen used to sneer at the blissful things in that story book. It was just a kiss, which would make her happy. It would be better for her to chew a pig's trotters.
At this time, Zhao Mingzhen just wanted to give her former self a slap in the face. She was already very greedy.
This kiss feels very good.
At least it must be as happy as chewing two pig trotters.
Han Wulang didn't know that he was equated with two pig's trotters in his little wife's heart. He looked at the blushing little lady in his palm and almost couldn't control himself.
If there weren't guests waiting outside, I would have to enter the bridal chamber right now.
"I'll go outside to toast first, and I'll be back soon. Can Zhenzhen wait for me?"
The lipstick on Zhao Mingzhen's lips had been wiped clean by the man, but now her lips were red, even brighter than the best lipstick.
She panted slightly, lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at him, and stretched out her hand to push the man.
"Then go quickly!"
She needs to slow down.
"Oh!"
Seeing the shy appearance of his young daughter-in-law, Han Feng laughed happily. He usually saw her so bold, but he didn't expect to be so shy in the boudoir.
Han Feng couldn't help but hug her again, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.
"Okay, I'll be right back."
Zhao Mingzhen didn't dare to breathe heavily until the others left. She was almost choked by Han Feng's kiss just now.
But the man's movements were gentle, and she couldn't help but want more, but she was worried that Han Feng would think she was not reserved.
Such emotions were rushing back and forth in his mind. Zhao Mingzhen covered her face and buried herself in the pillow. She clenched her fist and punched the bed hard.
"It's so annoying!"
"Lady?"
The maid Liu Ye pushed the door open and came in, holding a tray with various foods on it. Looking carefully, she saw that Zhao Mingzhen liked them all.
Hearing the familiar voice, Zhao Mingzhen stood up quickly. She wiped her mouth and pretended to be nonchalant.
"What's the matter?"
After all, it was not Prince Rui's Mansion. Zhao Mingzhen still felt a little at a loss. Now that she saw Liu Ye, she felt a little more at ease.
Willow Ye put the tray in front of her, opened the lid and filled her with a bowl of hot soup.
"My uncle asked his slave to bring food to my wife. You have been tired for a long day. Please drink the soup first to warm your stomach."
Liu Ye had a very good impression of her uncle. He was good-looking and had a good family background. More importantly, he was kind to their wife. Before making a toast, he did not forget to ask his servants to bring food to his wife. Such a good husband could hardly hold a lantern.
Look, their wife is a lucky one.
When she heard that Han Feng had sent it, the corners of Zhao Mingzhen's lips curled up, and her heart felt as sweet as honey.
"Well, I know
She picked up the bowl and took a sip of the hot soup. The heat warmed her heart, and all her previous worries were now gone.
The worries she was struggling with were not worth mentioning. What Han Feng liked was her. Naturally, the more real she was, the more he liked her.
Zhao Mingzhen likes to be direct and passionate in confession, and she believes that Han Feng will also like it.
After figuring it out, Zhao Mingzhen felt relieved. She gave Liu Ye a pair of chopsticks and asked her to sit down.
"You've been busy with me all day. Let's sit down and have something together."
Liu Ye couldn't refuse, so he could only sit down below her. The master and the servant ate all the dishes on the table, and all the fatigue in their bodies disappeared.
"Go to the kitchen and get some hot water. I want to wash up."
The jewelry on her head was extremely heavy, and her wedding dress had three layers inside and three layers outside. Although it looked beautiful, it was really cumbersome.
"yes."
Liu Ye put away the dishes and chopsticks and left, having already reached the point of drinking outside.
Han Feng was thinking about his little wife in the room. He would be polite when others were toasting him. Su Qi next to him helped him to hold back the wine. By now, he was so drunk that he had a big tongue.
"It's a happy event that Wu Lang is getting married. Let's all drink! Drink!"
It was Han Feng who was getting married, but he was the happiest person at the scene.
Han Feng felt a little sorry when he saw him drinking too much. He had no choice but to have this good brother.
"If you can't bear it, just sneak away. There are many people here and they won't catch you alone."
After all, he was his brother, and Han Feng couldn't bear to trick him to the end.
Su Qi stared at him with misty eyes, looking at him stupidly, and then patted her bulging belly.
"I can pack a lot here, and I can drink two more jars!"
He was addicted to alcohol and drank a lot on weekdays. Han Feng was still familiar with his drinking capacity, but now that he was drunk, Su Qi was obviously drunk.
"I'll have someone take you to rest..."
Before he finished speaking, Su Qi grabbed him. Su Qi stumbled and pushed him towards the new house.
"Don't worry about me and go find your sister-in-law. Today is your bridal chamber. As a brother, I have to help you carry it. However, I will help you carry it today. When I get married, you will have to pay it back!"
