C121 (1/2)
”My wife, do you think that your husband wasn't diligent enough last night? ”Then tonight, your husband will continue to perform diligently!”
Yang Zixuan stuck to her and pulled her into his embrace, burying his head into her pink neck and absorbing the fragrance off her body.
Mu Rousang shook her shoulders, treating him like a piece of dog skin paste and walking a horse on her mouth: ”My wife, aiya, your husband really wants to tie you to his belt, then bring you to the yamen together!”
”En, since you dare to do this, I will dare to go with you!” Mu Rousang was truly intrepid!
”Young Master, Young Mistress, the hot water is ready!” Chun Yan and Chun Jing brought their clothes over.
”Chun Yan, come here …”
”This is none of your business …”
Chun Yan and Chun Jing looked at each other and smiled. They quickly put down their clothes and left. Then, they carefully closed the door.
”Hey, Yang Zixuan! ”What are you doing!?”
”My wife, of course, it's the opposite!” Yang Zixuan carried her and went straight behind the screen.
Chun Yan and Chun Jing stood guard outside the door for another quarter of an hour. From time to time, they would hear a voice that would make people blush, but Chun Jing could not help but grumble, ”Chun Yan, do you want us to go or not? I'm worried for her!”
He stomped his feet and said, ”Let's go guard outside the door and wait for Young Mistress to shout. Also, Spring Scene, you must remember to call us Young Mistress, don't break the rules, this is not the Mu Family!”
”I know, ah, let's go. Aunt, no, why does Young Mistress look like she's crying!” It's really hard to understand! ”
She also knew that it was not good, so she quickly pulled Chun Yan to stand guard outside.
The two of them waited outside for a while before Yang Zixuan called for them.
”Young Master, Young Mistress, the servants are here!”
When Chun Yan and Chun Jing came in, Yang Zixuan was already dressed. Mu Rousang was only wearing a pink undergarment and sat in front of the dressing table in a thick cape.
”Young mistress, your servant will help you put on your clothes.” Chun Ran turned around and went to the smokebox to get her a new bride's red dress.
”I heard some noise outside earlier. Did someone enter?” Yang Zixuan leaned on the edge of the window as he watched the two girls dress Mu Rousang up.
”It's Madam that sent the Shen Mama beside her over!” Spring Scene answered quickly.
Yang Zixuan's foxeye squinted and said with a smile that was not a smile: ”What a good mother!”
He then walked over and took a pair of pearl hairpins from Mu Rousang's hands and said: ”Your black hair is already excellent to look at, and with some pearl flowers, it will look even better!”
He gently placed a pair of peonies in her high bun and took out a string of pink pearls the same color as her steps. It was simple, but she could see through it the low-key luxury of the Ying Family.
”Go, invite that old woman over!” Yang Zixuan waved his hand, signaling the two of them to leave the cave.
He picked up his brush and said, ”Dai Luo Di, Lian Yan Qi, my wife is truly a fairy that descended to the mortal world!”
Mu Rousang blushed greatly after getting hit by him, and said: ”If you dare to quiver, hmph, just wait till you sleep tonight.”
”My wife, can you bear it?”
Yang Zixuan reached out and gently hooked her micrognathia s, carefully painting her eyebrows, that focused expression captivating Mu Rousang.
”Young Master, Young Mistress, Shen Mama is here.” Spring led her into the inner room.
When Shen Mama entered, her first glance was on Mu Rousang, who was dressed in a brocade coat with gold and pomegranate petals. She was dressed in a pink dress with beads piled up on top of each other, looking like a spring flower, her face rosy and cheeks red, just when it was about to rain and her beauty was about to drop.
”Third Young Master, Third Young Madam, the Madam has sent this old servant to retrieve the bridal veil.” Shen Mama looked at the three-way bed with the red curtain and the gilded lotus flower drawing. A faint sandalwood fragrance filled the entire room and she thought to herself, ”How rich, is she really just a village girl?”
She personally lifted the embroidered, multicolored, golden, mandarin duck quilt and picked it up. Mu Rousang stood in front of the dressing table, feeling a little nervous as her palms dripped with sweat.
Yang Zixuan stood beside her, seeing that her face was flushed pink, and quietly touched her small hands that were hanging down, Mu Rousang pouted at him, and only looked at his bones until they turned soft.
Seeing the red stain on the bridal veil, Shen Mama laughed: ”This old servant will be sending it to the main hall in the embroidered box. The Madam and the rest of the relatives are waiting for it! Third Young Master, congratulations, the Madam has already prepared many big fat pigs! ”