After paying homage to the bridal chamber, you will naturally be sent to the bridal chamber.
There were only a few people coming to watch the ceremony, so there was no need to go through the wedding ceremony.
However, it is not easy for newlyweds to enter the bridal chamber directly. Qiao Yuandong and Xia Mang were laughed and pulled into the front hall by everyone, and each of them took turns drinking each other before being sent back.
When they entered the bridal chamber, Xia Mang was drunk. In fact, she didn't have a few drinks at all, and Qiao Yuandong blocked her several times.
But there was nothing she could do about it, she was so drunk that she was now walking in a daze.
If it weren't for Qiao Yuandong's support, Xia Mang wouldn't be able to touch the edge of the bed.
Lying on the wedding bed covered with red soft curtains, Xia Mang felt extremely unreal. As a modern person, she actually got married to a woman in ancient times!
In a daze, Xia Mang felt a pair of hands removing her shoes and socks, and soon a steaming handkerchief was applied to her face, wiping off the makeup on her face bit by bit.
Xia Mang opened her eyes in confusion, but couldn't see clearly because she was drunk. She stared blankly at the person in front of her and called: "Dong Niang?"
"Huh?"
"Winter Mother."
"Yeah."
Xia Mang blinked her eyes, feeling that she was a little clearer after being scrubbed. She blinked and looked at Qiao Yuandong, who was untying her hairpin, and suddenly changed her words: "Husband?"
Qiao Yuandong moved his hands for a moment, his eyes were deep, he leaned close to Xia Mang and said softly: "How beautiful, I will shout this from the bed later."
After arranging Xia Mang's hair, Qiao Yuandong was about to get up to pour water, but was grabbed by his sleeve and pulled into the tent.
The red curtain was closed, and the sweet sounds gradually began to rise.
The wedding candles burning indoors all night cast a faint light into the tent, causing both of them to be coated with a layer of crimson.
Qiao Yuandong let go of Xia Mang, temporarily giving her some time to breathe.
She lovingly smoothed Xia Mang's messy and wet hair on her temples. Looking at the red gauze covering the man's eyes, her eyes were also dyed a little bright red.
"What did you call me?" Qiao Yuandong leaned over her ear and asked in a low voice.
Xia Mang's voice, which seemed to be crying but not crying, seemed so weak and shy: "Husband, husband."
It seemed that he was greatly pleased by this call. Qiao Yuandong's eyebrows were curved, as if spring suddenly bloomed, "Good lady."
That night, Xia Mang could only live in a haze. She couldn't remember when she fell asleep. She could only feel someone wiping her body while she was half asleep.
The extremely gentle movements carried a faint scent of wood, which made her feel at ease.
She didn't wake up until noon the next day, and in the blink of an eye she met Qiao Yuandong's faintly smiling eyes.
"You're awake."
"Yeah."
It was just a very ordinary greeting, but Xia Mang blushed for no reason. Even after being with Qiao Yuandong for so long, she still couldn't be so calm.
Looking at Qiao Yuandong's expression as usual, Xia Mang simply wondered if his shamelessness had spread to her?
"Let's go, let's go have a meal."
Qiao Yuandong said that he was going to help her get dressed, but due to Xia Mang's strong protest, he had to give up regretfully.
After putting on his clothes, Qiao Yuandong enthusiastically wanted to help Xia Mang wash and dress up, but Xia Mang had no choice but to agree.
Ever since the two confirmed their relationship, Qiao Yuandong had been doing this kind of thing day and night. It was obviously an extremely trivial matter, but she did it with gusto.
Xia Mang looked at her skillful movements and felt very complete in his heart.
She thought, this is probably the so-called quiet time, right?
After getting married, Xia Mang and Qiao Yuandong spent a month in the other courtyard without any outsiders disturbing them, and they were relatively sweet day and night.
Qiao Yuandong would drag Xia Mang around almost every day, day and night, sometimes in the bathtub and sometimes in the greenhouse.
Really, Xia Mang felt like he was about to suffer from kidney failure.
One month later, the prince's national mourning period expired, and the capital finally returned to its former bustle and bustle.
Qiao Yuandong left the courtyard with Xia Mang and returned to the capital to attend the first banquet in many days.
Zhongshu ordered Mr. Qiao to marry his daughter. The second daughter was married to the eldest son of the minister of the Ministry of Industry. This was considered a good match.
People in Beijing came to congratulate her one after another, and Qiao Yuandong, as a daughter of a foreigner, naturally wanted to go home to congratulate her.
Since she went to church with Xia Mang, she had to take it with her wherever she went, so naturally Xia Mang accompanied her this time.
Qiao Yuandong was concerned about the rift between Xia Mang and Mrs. Qiao, so he held her hand to comfort her on the way.
"Don't worry, mother won't embarrass you." After that, she added: "Even if it embarrasses you, I will help you."
Xia Mang looked at her as if she had forgotten her mother after marrying a daughter-in-law, and couldn't help laughing: "That's your mother, why should I embarrass her? I'm just worrying!"
Mrs. Qiao is not a petty person. She had already forgotten about this matter when she saw Xia Mang. Today she is so busy that her face is red and she smiles when she sees everyone.
When Qiao Yuandong came to the door with her things, Mrs. Qiao smiled and asked her to go in and accompany her sister.
Today is Miss Qiao Er's wedding party, and tomorrow is her wedding ceremony. Several sisters are chatting with her in the boudoir.
After the banquet started, there was a lot of excitement again. Mrs. Qiao was cheerful and well-organized, and entertained all the guests very well.
Qiao Yuandong sat at the table with him for a long time. After having two glasses of wine, he left the table with an excuse.
She led Xia Mang all the way to the guest room in the garden, and followed the same pattern and made Xia Mang eat some snacks.
"I'm sorry, I can't ask you to sit with me." Qiao Yuandong wiped away the sesame stuck to the corner of Xia Mang's mouth with pity.
Xia Mang took a sip of tea, waved his hands and said, "What's there? It's not like I don't have anything to eat."
Qiao Yuandong loved her free and easy style the most. Seeing her lips moist and pink due to the tea, his eyes flashed and he said: "I will make it up to you tonight."
Xia Mang blushed, and she looked around guiltily, then glared at Qiao Yuandong with shame and annoyance: "You're not serious."
Qiao Yuandong blinked and looked a little innocent: "I mean to treat you to your favorite roast duck tonight."
Xia Mang: "."
There is a saying that those who are close to the black are the darkest. She felt that she was probably infected by Qiao Yuandong's improper habits, and everything she heard was colored.
Xia Mang opened her mouth, thinking she should say something to prove her purity. Just then, there was a voice outside the room, as if someone was coming, so she stopped talking.
The house was quiet, and the sounds from outside could be heard clearly.
"Have you seen Miss Yun Sanniang today?"
"Of course I saw it. I came with Mrs. Yun. I think she is more beautiful than before, and she is calmer."
"Oh, can you not be quiet? I was a glamorous quasi-princess at first, but who is she now?"
"You haven't married into the East Palace yet. What kind of princess is not a concubine?"
"Who says it's not the case, sister? Mrs. Yun Sanni died before she got married. Who in the capital wouldn't call her a weakling now?"
"Hey, her fate is also bad. No one in Beijing dares to marry her now."
These words sounded like she was pitying Yun Sanniang's situation, but there was ridicule and ridicule in her words, which was really mean.
Yun Sanniang was originally the crown princess appointed by the queen. As long as the prince ascends the throne in the future, she will be the legitimate queen.
But now that the prince has passed away, Yun Sanniang's identity seems a bit embarrassing. Even if the new prince is appointed, she will never be able to become the princess again.
Even a talented woman who is well-known in the capital still has problems with her marriage.
That's why Mrs. Yun had to take her daughter around again, just to arrange another marriage for Yun Sanniang. With the status of the former prince's fiancée, who in Beijing dares to marry her?
You can get a glimpse of it by looking at the attitudes of the female relatives.
Xia Mang and Qiao Yuandong sat quietly in the side room and listened, while the chatting ladies walked in.
When they saw Qiao Yuandong sitting in the room, the ladies immediately recognized him and hurriedly put on their warm smiles to greet Qiao Yuandong.
Qiao Yuandong returned the greeting lightly and said: "Those who praise others with their good looks are also good at betraying them and destroying them. This is not how ladies talk in front of Mrs. Yun."
This sentence instantly changed the expressions of several ladies. The meaning was obvious. They had just been gossiping behind each other's backs, but the person in the room listened to them.
The ladies who had planned to approach Qiao Yuandong for a relationship were so embarrassed that they could only smile awkwardly and find an excuse to leave.
After scolding a few people, Qiao Yuandong saw Xia Mang holding his head and looking at him starry-eyed, and couldn't help but smile: "What's wrong?"
Xia Mang smiled with a naive look on his face: "I just think Dong Niang is so handsome."
Qiao Yuandong didn't understand what handsome meant, but it didn't stop her from knowing that Xia Mang was praising herself. She raised her lips and smiled helplessly and fondly.
"Gui Ling Jing, where did you learn crooked words?"
Xia Mang smiled and said nothing, and the two of them walked out of the wing, only to see a young lady in a light green skirt standing under the corridor.
The lady looked about fifteen or sixty-seven years old, with a bit of sadness in her cold and picturesque eyebrows. She looked very familiar.
Xia Mang was still recalling who this was, but Qiao Yuandong had already taken the lead in calling out her name: "Why is Mrs. Yunsan here alone?"
oh! Isn’t this Yun Sanniang!
Xia Mang suddenly realized that just now those female relatives were talking about her behind her back, but now that she was here, she didn't know if she heard those words just now.
Yun Sanniang looked at Qiao Yuandong with complicated eyes, and said quietly: "Why did Mrs. Qiao say those words for me? Are you pitying me?"
Oh, this is all heard!
But Xia Mang was very unhappy when she heard what she said. She frowned and couldn't help but said: "My wife is speaking for you, why don't you appreciate it?"
Qiao Yuandong patted the back of Xia Mang's hand comfortingly, and then looked at Yun Sanniang. She smiled and said, "Whether you should be afraid of rumors depends on your own character. Yun Sanniang is smart and transparent, so don't make mistakes."< br>
After saying that, Qiao Yuandong took Xia Mang and turned around and left.
Xia Mang turned back to look at Yun Sanniang, but saw that she was just staring blankly in the direction the two of them were leaving.
Qiao Yuandong's voice rang in my ears: "How beautiful, let's go back and do happy things."
When Liu Wuniang was sixteen years old, she married into the Duke of Zhenguo's palace. After drinking tea from her grandson-in-law on the second day, Mrs. Liu suddenly passed away in her sleep.
After Qiao Yuandong finished the funeral of the wife and arranged a few maids, he handed over the power of running the house to Liu Wuniang and took Xia Mang to live in a courtyard on the outskirts of the city.
However, Liu Wuniang had just taken over the middle school and was still a bit unfamiliar with it, so it was inevitable that she would have to ask her eldest sister-in-law for advice.
On this day, Liu Wuniang was a little confused about many details regarding the festival in the mansion, so she took a car to a courtyard on the outskirts of the city.
Knocking on the courtyard door, he followed the servant to the study. The little maid guarding the door saw Liu Wuniang coming and called into the room.
After a while, Liu Wuniang saw Xia Mang holding her collar and looking unnatural.
What else doesn't Liu Wuniang, who is already a married woman, not understand when she sees Xia Mang's appearance?
"Sister Mangxia." Liu Wuniang raised her eyebrows and smiled at her with an ambiguous expression.
Xia Mang's cheeks quickly turned red at her smile, and she said uncomfortably: "Second Madam, please go in."
Liu Wuniang winked at her: "Sister, you should call me younger brother and sister."
She is already married to her eldest sister-in-law, but she is not allowed to call Liu Wuniang her sister-in-law?
Xia Mang was so offended by her words that she lost her footing and ran away very fast.
Liu Wuniang entered the study room with a smile and saw Qiao Yuandong untying his wedding belt.
"Sister-in-law, were you writing just now?" Liu Wuniang asked casually.
Qiao Yuandong said calmly: "I'm painting."
Liu Wuniang exclaimed: "Sister-in-law is so elegant. I wonder if I can pay a visit to my sister-in-law's masterpieces?"
Qiao Yuandong looked up at her and smiled meaningfully: "The masterpiece just ran away."
If it's painted on Xia Mang, doesn't it mean he ran away?
I haven’t had time to appreciate it yet.
But it doesn't matter, I just took my time to watch it when I was washing her in person at night.
How could Liu Wuniang understand this? She just thought Qiao Yuandong was joking with her, so she laughed it off and got down to business
It was June in the blink of an eye. After Xia Mang put on her summer shirt, she began to discover a problem that bothered her.
This body is obviously seventeen years old, but there are still signs of growth, especially in a place that is frequently visited
When Xia Mang put on last year's summer shirt, she felt her chest was stretched so hard that she could only blush and ask the embroiderer to change the size for her.
After the size was increased, she worriedly held up the two little white rabbits. If they were still longer, would they sag?
In order to solve this problem, Xia Mang decided to make a modern version of underwear. It would be much better if it had a little support, right?
It was impossible to get the kind of support underwear with steel rings. Xia Mang could only work hard on the fabric. If there were no steel rings, he would use a harder cloth.
Of course, if you pay attention to beauty, you should also have decorative embroidery and color matching.
How about some more interesting things?
Xia Mang did it as soon as he thought of it. Xia Mang locked himself in the room and quietly drew on the drawing paper for half an afternoon, then gave it to the embroiderers and asked them to follow it.
In less than half a month, Xia Mang got three finished products.
In order to take into account the breathability and coolness of summer wear, Xia Mang specially designed a minimalist style that uses very little fabric.
Two bowls that are big enough to wrap a rabbit, plus two thin ribbons, with tiny patterns embroidered on the corners.
Of course, there is also the pure gauze texture that looks good. Xia Mang blushed when he got it.
When I was designing it, I was thinking about colors, but when it was actually made, she was embarrassed to wear it.
Just when he was about to put away this shameful thing, Qiao Yuandong came in.
"What are you doing in a room alone if you don't want to eat?"
The sudden sound startled Xia Mang, and she reflexively grabbed the thing and hid it behind her back.
Qiao Yuandong became interested as soon as he saw her like this.
"What is Jiaojiao hiding?" Qiao Yuandong's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a fox-like cunning and curious light.
Xia Mang swallowed guiltily and shook his head subconsciously: "No, it's nothing."
"Jiaojiao is lying." Qiao Yuandong tilted his head and smiled, his face saying that you can't hide it from me.
In the end, Xia Mang's clumsy tricks were exposed, and the three pieces of clothing were in Qiao Yuandong's hands.
Qiao Yuandong lowered his eyes and looked at the things in his hands, his expression serious, as if he was looking at a rare antique.
Finally, she raised her head, her dark eyes so bright that they seemed to glow: "Jiaojiao really put a lot of thought into it for me."
Xia Mang: "."
I couldn't explain this at all. In the end, Xia Mang was held in Qiao Yuandong's arms and tried on several small clothes before giving up.
Time flies, and in this courtyard far away from the hustle and bustle, different dramas are being staged every day.
She enjoyed it, she enjoyed it.
They are determined.
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The author says: Final words
The story of Mrs. Qiao and Xia Xiaomang ends here!
I don’t plan to write extras at the moment, I’ve already written everything that needs to be written, anyway, the two of them started doing this and that without shame.
Looking back and reflecting on it, I found that the writing of this book was actually not smooth enough in some places. When I first started writing this book, it was a temporary book. I really didn’t even have an outline and went straight to work naked and running!
And guess what, hey! I signed up!
(Wry smile) I could only work out a detailed outline every day, and then compile some text. I didn’t expect that I would end up here.
I am not afraid of being known by everyone. This novel is my best one so far. I have written several novels before this, but I have not signed them yet, so I am not considered a newcomer.
My initial thought was to just sign the contract!
Once I signed the contract, I just wanted someone to watch it!
Some people saw it and I thought it would be great if everyone liked it!
Then I slowly got to this point, and then I joined V. The only pressure for me was that I was afraid that my writing was not good enough and that everyone would feel that they had spent money in vain.
Therefore, I have always carefully considered everyone’s opinions, and I will also repeatedly ponder the detailed logic in the article.
In fact, I found that there is an advantage to not making an outline in advance, that is, during the writing process, I can add any plot I want. Some unexpected twists and turns are beyond the plan, which may bring a different experience to the readers. .
After all, even the author doesn’t know the plot behind it, let alone the readers (laughs).
Speaking of the story, my original plan was to write down the story of Mrs. Tai’s stroke, so that the Duke’s mansion would face a different crisis.
But then I found out that Mrs. Tai seemed to be able to join the head-buttoning team. After weighing the pros and cons, I chose to let her live. (Manual dog head)
And for Xiang Xiukai, he is actually a tragic person. The whole text talks about letting go three times. The first time was when he was forced to accept the reality unwillingly, the second time was when he accepted the reality and the third time was when he had no choice but to accept the reality. Three times is the time to let go with great enlightenment.
This man was a young hero who was supposed to have a great future and a happy family, but God failed and he died young.
Until his death, he was still thinking about his family, so somehow, Heaven arranged for Xia Mang to travel through time, and this was the beginning of this scene.
When I first started writing this article, I just wanted to write about an out-of-the-box little maid who would pull a lady as quiet as dead water into the mortal world. Every moment of silence and movement, it would be very cp-like, don’t you think?
As for the subsequent change in Qiao Yuandong's temperament, I think it's either a collapse of the character or a release of her pure nature to express herself. Who stipulates that a cold and ascetic goddess can't engage in sex?
And the more cold and abstinent you are, the more you want to do something special! (laughing)
At the end of writing, I don’t plan to publish a lily novel in my next book, because I currently have no lily inspiration in my mind, but that doesn’t mean I won’t publish a lily novel in the future.
My next book I want to write is an infinite flow of strange recovery stories, which may be a full-length novel (Bitter Melon Face). This is a challenge for me because I have never written a long novel so far.
So I will honestly draw up an outline and present a wonderful story to you.
The heroine, who only wanted to be a cook, finally managed all the weird things and presented a gourmet feast to the world.
If you are interested, please add it to your collection.
At the end of the day, many friends who have accompanied me here may have to say goodbye, but I am really honored that I can bring you happy memories.
I hope you can find more good-looking articles, I hope Jinjiang will get better and better, and I hope my writing will get better and better~
Before I knew it, it was a thousand words. Hey, if only I could code at this speed!