Chapter 459: Together in the Prison
When the last trace of color in the sky disappeared, the sky seemed as if someone had splashed ink on it. The thick ink gradually smudged out until it swept across the entire sky and turned into a soft cloud. The black brocade covers all the noise and glitz.
The courtyard was already dark, except for the candlelight shining in the green cloth curtain in the southwest corner, which cast a warm yellow light on the faces of a pair of people sitting side by side, with brows and smiles.
On the acacia bed, there is an embroidered tent with hundreds of children hanging on it, and bedding with gourd and vine patterns.
Liang Huan took off her hairpin, washed off her makeup, and sat on the right side of the bed with a fan in hand, while Yu Wenjue sat on the left.
After going to Hua Que to fan the fan, the old nanny stepped forward and said with a smile: "Sit for blessings."
Last night, Liang Huan had seen the rituals and customs, and she roughly understood the process. She didn't think much at first, but she didn't know Why is he sitting here being watched by them? He becomes more and more nervous the more he looks at her, and his palms are even sweaty.
She didn't dare to raise her head, let alone glance at the person close to her.
Yu Wenjue glanced at Liang Han, picked up his left lapel and placed it under her right lapel.
The smile on the old grandma's face froze, and she hurriedly looked at the people on the left and right with anxious and surprised eyes. The others also shook their heads in surprise, and the festive air felt inexplicably cold.
The old grandma took a deep breath and was about to correct her. She didn't want to meet the cold eyes, so she had to swallow her words in frustration.
Liang Huan didn't know why. She raised her eyes slightly and saw her grandma leading everyone to scatter coins and five-color concentric flowers and fruits into the bed tent, so she didn't doubt that he was there.
Liang Huan followed her grandma's instructions and lifted up her skirt with Yu Wenjue to receive the Xiguo coins.
After paying the bills, they were in the same prison. Liang Huan faced west, and Yu Wenjue faced east. They shared the same prison, and they became members of one family and one surname.
Afterwards, someone presented a Henugua melon that had been divided into two parts, and each of them held one half.
The melon tasted bitter and the wine was spicy. Liang Han frowned and was about to drink it down in one gulp. However, he didn't want to drink it halfway, but Yu Wenjue grabbed his wrist.
Liang Huan glanced at the remaining wine and raised her eyes in confusion, Yu Wenjue’s eyebrows hid a smile.
Liang Huan blushed instantly. Looking at the outsiders from the corner of her eye, they were all staring at them.
What... is he going to do?
Liang Huan was wondering when Yu Wenjue didn't say anything, he just handed over the half of the gourd in his hand, and then took the half of the gourd from her.
"Drink."
Although he was serious, Liang Huan still heard a smile. Do you want to tease her at this time?
Liang Huan held up his sleeves and drank the rest of his wine while secretly glaring at him.
After she had finished drinking, she put the gourd back on the jade plate. Someone came forward to tie the gourd together with red thread.
Mammy laughed loudly and said: "Husband and wife are one and will never be separated."
Someone else presented gold scissors. Yu Wenjue first took off the wedding tassel on Liang Huan's head, and then cut off a bunch of hair for each other, combed it with red tassel, tied it into a "combination bun", and put it into the embroidery bag.
"Threads of silk and knots make friends forever."
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Nanny put down the heavy curtain and led everyone out of the tent. Liang Huan secretly He breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, half of his body was stiff and numb.
Without everyone present, the only sounds left in the tent were the crackling of wicks and each other's breathing.
Liang Huan waited for a long time but did not see Yu Wenjue speak. Her heart, which had dropped back to where it was before, lifted up a little bit. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and wanted to look at him. Unexpectedly, she tilted her head and met his eyes.
He was like a person waiting for the rabbit to hit her.
Liang Huan glared at him in embarrassment: "What are you doing and never said anything——"
Her body was hugged by a strong arm, and she fell into him In arms.
Waiting for her to react, Yu Wenjue held the back of her neck, lowered his head, kissed her fiercely, chewing up her last words and sealing them between their lips and teeth.
The overly enthusiastic sucking not only turned her unspoken words into broken syllables, but also made the tips of her lips and tongue sore and numb.
Liang Huan tried to push him away, but he had no intention of stopping. He only slowly slowed down his strength, turning his dominance into gentleness, but entangled her and imprisoned her deeper.
The protest was fruitless, so Liang Huan had no choice but to close her eyes. It wasn't until her head became dizzy and she softened into a puddle in his arms that Yu Wenjue let go of her, but his hand moved down her neck.
Liang Huan hurriedly grabbed his arm, not allowing him to move, panting slightly and glaring at him: "Yu Wenjue, are you a dog?"
Yu Wenjue looked at the red eyes in front of him. He pecked his red lips again and said softly: "I'll be gentler later."
Liang Huanteng blushed till the back of his ears.
Just when she thought a storm was coming, Yu Wenjue grabbed her waist and brought her up.
Seeing Liang Huan's surprised look, Yu Wenjue smiled in his eyes: "No hurry, there is one more thing."
No rush?
Liang Huan was embarrassed and annoyed: "No, when did I say I was impatient? You—" Yu Wenjue stopped teasing her: "I made a mistake, madam, don't blame me."
Liang Huan didn’t know if anyone was guarding the tent, and was too embarrassed to speak louder.
Yu Wenjue sat in front of the desk with her.
Liang Huan then noticed that there were pens and ink on the case table, as well as a brocade book.
Yu Wenjue unfolded the brocade book, dipped his pen in ink, and took the lead in writing the word "Liang Hu".
"Write my name with your own hand."
Although he had a faint smile on his face, his expression was indescribably serious.
Seeing him like this, the shame and anger in Liang Huan's heart instantly turned into soft tenderness.
Under his gaze, she took the pen, dipped it in ink, and carefully wrote the word 'Yu Wenjue' stroke by stroke.
The soft and beautiful hairpin flowers in small regular script are like dancing beauties arranging flowers.
Liang Huan put down the pen, and Yu Wenjue picked up the brocade book and read it from beginning to end. After the writing was completely dry, he closed the brocade book and put it together with the embroidery bag containing the hair bundle in a brocade box. .
Under Liang Huan’s puzzled eyes, he took another box.
After Yu Wenjue opened it, Liang Han looked over and was secretly surprised.
In addition to the blood-stained pouch, the hair she tied for them, there was also a thick stack of letters, etc...
Liang Huan did not know anything about these letters. Not unfamiliar.
Yu Wenjue took out a letter and put it into her hand, gently caressing her cheek.
"These are all the calligraphy you practice every day, and Song Mian records things about you," he paused, and then said: "It's not that I don't want to look for you, but that once I come I don't know what to do -"
Liang Huan grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes: "I understand, I never blamed you"
That day there was a big fire in Zixiao'an. She felt uneasy when so many innocent people died because of her, let alone him.
In order to save his life, at the cost of Paoze's life and the city he was guarding, how would he face himself and her after he woke up?
Besides, Emperor Zhou Shang was still alive at that time, so he must have been afraid of harming her.
Yu Wenjue squeezed Liang Huan's hand, and then burned the letters in the wooden box one by one. After burning, he also threw the bloody embroidered bag into the brazier...< br>
After all this was done, he seemed to be relieved.
Liang Huan did not stop him, she knew what he meant.
Everything yesterday is gone.
He wanted to start over with her.
After a while, the flames in the brazier weakened, leaving only the remaining ashes.
After Yu Wenjue helped them clean their hands, he gently hugged her and sat her back on the bed.
He reached out to brush away the hair tangled around her neck, and stared at her quietly for a while, his scorching gaze becoming more and more scorching.
Liang Han's face became hot again.
Yu Wenjue raised his hand and put down the bed curtain, carefully helped her lie down, and lay on his side next to her.
He kissed her forehead, moved his hands down from her neck little by little, carefully untied her clothes and belts, and helped her remove the constraints on her body one by one until no trace was left.
Then he grabbed her hand and helped him take off his clothes.
The dim lights were blocked outside the curtain, but the dark space separated by them was enough for them to see each other clearly.
Liang Huan's face was already red.
While Yu Wenjue kissed her blushing face, he gently stroked her smooth neck, shoulders, arms, and back...
The longing that had been suppressed for too long erupted like a volcano.
He kissed her ear, his voice was low and tinged with desire.
"Huanhan, I have been waiting for tonight..."
(End of this chapter)