Without further words, I waved to Amber to continue to remove the hairpin ring on my head. The big wedding is really unbearable. The crown of the day has made my neck ache.
As for Nie Hanshan, he was also full of alcohol. After sitting for a few minutes, he went to the rear bathroom to take a bath by himself.
By the time he came out of the room, I had already held back, took a book of mountain leisure travel and leaned against the bed, looking at it. There was no shame of the bride to her husband.
Nie Hanshan seemed to be tired too. He glanced at me a few times, went to bed on his own, pulled the brocade and put it on his body.
When I was young and my mother was preparing for my marriage, she specially invited Su Dashi, a famous craftsman in the south of the Yangtze River, to make this bed for one and a half years.
In addition to being exquisite, the only feature is that it is big. I am more than enough to lay down two.
Although Nie Hanshan is big, he has enough room for me.
Seeing that someone had gone to bed and it was getting late, I put down the book and blew out the Dragon Phoenix Joy candle over him.
"What are you doing?" He looked at me puzzled.
According to the custom in Beijing, the dragon and phoenix candles on the night of the wedding must be lit overnight until dawn, implying the love and long-term good will of the couple.
But I don't need it with him.
I slowly climbed back to the bed, pulled over another quilt and put it on my body
I leaned in a long distance from him.
Although it was the wedding night, both of us seemed to have reached an unexpected understanding.
Nie Hanshan won't touch me. I had expected it before I got married, and now I'm even relaxed.
Just staring at the red silk at the head of the bed, the melancholy in my heart can't help but amuse myself.
A girl has many worries. Marrying is a second reincarnation. I also secretly imagined what my future husband would be like - tall or short, fat or thin, resolute or gentle? What will he be like? He and I will be as happy and noisy as our sister and brother-in-law, or as affectionate and intimate as our parents
Now everything has an answer. My husband, Wen Cai, Wu Li, is good at everything. It's a pity that he already has someone else in his heart.
For a person who doesn't love himself, it is the stupidest thing in the world to be jealous.
People's hearts are always biased. No matter how much you do, you may still feel troublesome in his eyes.
Let's do it, not for love, but for dignity.
In the darkness, I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep. Tears slowly fell from the corners of my eyes.
Before long, there was a loud knock at the door, accompanied by a fierce quarrel.
I frowned and shouted at the door: "Amber, what's wrong?!"
"Mama Zhao from the Fangyuan forced her to come and said Aunt Liu was uncomfortable and had to go to the prince!" Amber's voice was angry and urgent.
The trial reading of chapter 2 of the novel "Like Being Lingchi" ends.
