Chapter 115: Let's play double flying tonight

After Xi Jinping left the house, Sheng Huiyi covered her red veil, feeling uneasy, but she was gorgeous and elegant. Yi Jing sat leisurely on the edge of the bed in the bridal chamber, but she was so nervous that she didn't even touch the food on the table.

It was dark and several hours passed in a row. Ye Zhikui was still missing. Sheng Huiyi began to worry about him again. Brother Ye might be drunk and forgot to come.

And in another bridal chamber.

"Madam, eat slowly." The maid looked at Xiao Linglong, who was stuffing her mouth full of her, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

The little lingering red veil had long been thrown on the bed by her. Her red face was covered with some pastries, and she tucked the broken hair in her ears and was swallowing hard.

"water!"

The maid next to her had no choice but to hand over another cup of tea.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. The maid was very clear-headed and quickly covered Xiao Linglong's head with a clear eyes and said anxiously: "Madam, sit on the bed."

Xiao Linglong quickly grabbed a handful of pastries and sat upright on the bed as if nothing had happened. However, from the shaking red veil, it could still be seen that its owner was eating very much inside.

It’s not that Xiao Linglong is reincarnated as a hungry ghost, but every girl acts differently when she is nervous. Sheng Huiyi cannot eat food, while Xiao Linglong uses food to soothe.

As the steps went away, the maid looked through the opening window and found that it was a servant passing by, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Madam, stop eating, look at your stomach's food is getting hot." The maid sincerely persuaded.

"Is that so? Then bring a spittoon over and I spit out what I just ate."

The maid sweated coldly.

Xiao Linglong continued, "Then eat again!"

The maid was speechless.

Ye Zhikui was already drunk and pretended three times, and with Wang Xiaosheng's support, a large group of subordinates shouted and walked towards the bridal chamber.

After getting married for three days, Ye Zhikui was secretly anxious when he looked at the guys who were big or small and were about to go to the wedding chamber.

Halfway through, Ye Zhikui's eyes turned, covered his stomach, and shouted, "I think I'm drunk too much, Xiaosheng, help me to the cottage, you can wait here first."

Everyone stopped hearing this. Seeing that Ye Zhikui looked like something was really wrong, it was okay to even say it, so they talked and laughed.

Wang Xiaosheng just helped Ye Zhikui turn a corner, but saw that Marshal Ye's hands stopped shaking and his steps became steady.

"Mr. Ye, you"

Ye Zhikui blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "Xiaosheng, how do I treat you on weekdays?"

Wang Xiaosheng replied loyally: "Mr. Ye treats me only one word to describe it, that's good!"

"That's fine!" Ye Zhikui patted Wang Xiaosheng's shoulder and said, "You will sneak away later, don't go back, remember not to betray me."

Wang Xiaosheng slapped his chest and replied: "No problem, Marshal Ye is going to the bridal chamber."

"Good boy." Ye Zhikui praised, wandering around and disappearing in front of Wang Xiaosheng's eyes.

But when he turned around, he did not see the smile hidden in Wang Xiaosheng's eyes.

"Strange, why has Marshal Ye not come back yet?" Wu Dashan asked.

Deep Intoki, he said with some concern: "Mr. Ye accidentally fell into the cottage. I think Mars. Ye has drunk too much today."

Yang Du has been following Ye Zhikui for a while. He deeply understood this Marshal Ye and replied disapprovingly: "Mr. Ye is so smart! You didn't realize that every time he toast, he used the wine jar held by Wang Xiaosheng. I took advantage of their inattention and secretly tasted it. Where was the wine inside his grandma's, it was clearly water."

Yang Du, who was always elegant, had to scold him.

Wen Baishan brushed his beard and said with a smile: "You little devil, if Marshal Ye knew that you had exposed your trick, he wouldn't have peeled your skin. If I guessed correctly, Marshal Ye must have sneaked to the bridal chamber."

Wu Dashan paused and shouted: "Maragbazi, no, I can't just let Marshal Ye go like this today. If I pass this village, there will be no store."

Yan Dunyuan, Li Chun, Bao Guiqing, He Zonglian and other middle-level officers were afraid that the world would not be in chaos, and responded with a loud response.

Those who stayed behind were not old and were people who liked the fun, how could they give up? Like Wang Shizhen, Bao Bian, Yang Mushi, Yao Liangcai and others, either they were too old and had no thoughts, or they were busy with military affairs, and rushed back to Lutai after the wedding banquet.

When Wang Xiaosheng came back, it was the time when these people were making noise and going to make a wedding chamber.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaosheng hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

Wu Dashan glared at his eyes and said intimidation: "Little kid, how dare you stop us alone?"

Wang Xiaosheng shook his head repeatedly and replied with a treacherous smile: "Don't worry, everyone, Marshal Ye married two wives at the same time. Do you know where he went?"

Everyone asked repeatedly, and Wang Xiaosheng said proudly: "I just took a secret look. Marshal Ye probably went to Mrs. Sheng's side first. If you shouted so loudly, Marshal Ye must have noticed it. He asked me to tell me, let's go over secretly. When Marshal Ye was about to open the door, he rushed in again. Isn't that great?"

"Okay, you little dear, you don't love you in vain. You have more ideas than me, Wu Dashan, so I'll follow your words."

Everyone, led by Wenbai Mountain and Wu Dashan, walked forward quietly. When they met the servants, they were not allowed to respond.

Ye Zhikui walked while humming a small song. He entered the house later, locked the door and closed the window to see how you, the gang of dogs, are making trouble in the bridal chamber.

Thinking of the wedding night waiting for the wedding night, Ye Zhikui felt a fever, drunkenly lying on the beautiful knees, awakening the power of the world, Ito, you old guy, these two sentences are well said.

Hirofumi Ito from the Japanese Embassy of the Kinth Army couldn't help but sneeze. Who was thinking about me? The innocent Ito woke up from his sleep.

"Tyson, what else do I want?" Yukiko, who is beside Hiroki Ito, murmured in her dream.

Ito Hirobuki lifted the quilt and saw the guy who was as big as a slug, and felt a little annoyed. Since Ye Zhikui visited, he has been completely unable to do it. Xuezi seemed to be dissatisfied with the desire...

Ye Zhikui looked around and went up and knocked on the door.

"Here you come!" Xiao Lu opened the door and saw that it was Ye Zhikui, looking happy.

"Son-in-law..." Xiao Lu waited for a while.

But a large group of people suddenly rushed out of the darkness and rushed forward, dragging Ye Zhikui who was about to enter the door.

"Mr. Ye! You are too cunning."

"Mr. Ye, you can't be too shameless in your life."

Everyone began to condemn Ye Zhikui.

Ye Zhikui was pulled to the point of being confused. Seeing Wang Xiaosheng hiding behind Wenbai Mountain, he met someone who was not good at knowing him, he couldn't help but elongate his voice and said, "Xiaosheng, you are so good!"

Wang Xiaosheng stretched out his head timidly and replied, "Mr. Ye, you can sacrifice one of you and let us all be happy."

Wu Dashan shouted into it: "Bride, if you want us to let Marshal Ye come in, it depends on whether you have the ability."

Sheng Huiyi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was originally happy and panicked when she saw Ye Zhikui coming in. This time everyone came to make a fuss about the bridal chamber, but she felt relieved.

Sheng Huiyi said openly: "Dear generals, I wonder how you are going to make things difficult for the little girl?"

Yan Dunyuan in the crowd turned his eyes, smiled slightly, and stepped forward and said, "If the bride can make a poem in seven steps, we will be satisfied, and Marshal Ye will be allowed to come in."

Yan Dunyuan is the 81st generation grandson of Yan Zi (Yan Yan), one of the seventy-two disciples of Confucius, and a family of scholars. He naturally came up with a more elegant idea.

When the rest of the people heard this, their eyes lit up and agreed happily. They did not dare to go too far, otherwise the petty Marshal Ye might put on small shoes for them in the future. This method is good, neither rude nor difficult. If Sheng Huiyi couldn't answer it, it wouldn't be too late for them to think of other punishments.

"Okay, little girl listen carefully!" Sheng Huiyi stood up and answered. Ye Zhikui was a little worried. He couldn't help writing poetry.

"Okay, we won't make things difficult for you. I'll ask the bride to write any part of Marshal Ye's body as the title, and think of three poems within seven steps." Yan Dunyuan said slowly, but he still reserved it and did not dare to ask Sheng Huiyi to write three poems himself, which can be used by the poems of his predecessors.

Your sister, it's not difficult. Who can't think of it in a moment? Ye Zhikui had the intention to kill Yan Dunyuan.

After Yan Dunyuan finished speaking, everyone rushed to look at Sheng Huiyi, waiting for her to make mistakes so that she could propose punishment conditions.

Sheng Huiyi was walking and just finished a step, she said softly: "The first poem of the little woman is about her husband's hair,... looking at the sun and the fairy medicine, writing talismans to save the patient..., she deserves the power of cinnabar, and the black hair is new when spring comes."

Everyone looked at the few traces of white hair on Ye Zhikui's head and couldn't help but applaud, without any objection.

Sheng Huiyi finished reading without stopping, and then said, "The little woman continued to say that her husband's eyebrows: her arms are strong and her bow is accurate, and her body is light and she is like flying. Two curved eyebrows are lying on the worm,..."

Wu Dashan and others stretched their necks and saw Sheng Huiyi writing another song. They admired her and were very depressed. They secretly hoped that the last song would not be done without doing it.

Sheng Huiyi took two steps in a row, but did not disappoint Ye Zhikui, but everyone was disappointed. He said: "The last song is about the height of his husband: he was twenty years old and held Jinwu, and his body was seven feet long. Yumen Pass was lonely and lonely, with yellow sand and white grass withered."

Yang Du said softly: "This is the "Song of General Gai of Yumen Pass" by the Tang Dynasty poet Cen Shen. Unexpectedly, Miss Sheng's family was familiar with poetry and books, and it seems that we lost this time."

After Sheng Huiyi's three poems came down, Wu Dashan hurriedly asked Yan Dunyuan how he was.

Although Yan Dunyuan was unwilling to accept it, he had to nod and said, "The bride has passed."

When everyone else heard this, they complained to Yan Dunyuan and said that he had a bad idea.

Seeing this, Ye Zhikui smiled secretly and shouted: "Okay, everyone, it's late at night and the pass is over, and it's time for you to go back."

Wen Baishan smiled and said, "Mr. Ye is already in a hurry, so let's go. Mars. Ye has been able to sleep together for a hundred years and have been able to sleep together for a thousand years. I wish you a happy wedding."

Everyone had no choice but to slowly dissipate. In the dark night, they still heard the sound of blaming Yan Dunyuan.
Chapter completed!