Quick Wear: Pregnant Beauty and Childbirth Plan

The wedding convoy rushing to Duke Wen's Mansion, after picking up the bride, finally walked around the perimeter of the imperial city three times, and finally stopped at the gate of Cui Mansion.

After the wedding sedan landed, Cui Ying's eyes fell in front of the sedan curtain. He opened the curtain, held the bride's hand with his palm, and said in a low voice:

"Wen Ya, I have known you for two years, and after going round and round, we finally got married. I will spend the next days hand in hand with you."

The bride's hand was held by Cui Ying, and her heart was beating loudly. Under the bright red hijab, she was smiling from ear to ear, but she did not dare to laugh out loud.

"Why aren't you talking?"

Cui Ying's hand was held by her, and she walked out of the wedding sedan, but Cui Ying found it strange that the woman beside her had hardly spoken since she left the house.

At this time, the grandma who was welcoming the bride yelled at the bride to step on the brazier, and Cui Ying hugged the bride.

"Are you shy?"

While walking around, Cui Ying teased with interest.

The already bright brows were now filled with a cheerful smile, and the luster in his eyes was mixed with tenderness.

The bride, wearing a red hijab, nodded slightly.

"Haha——" Cui Ying finally relaxed after seeing this, hugged the person steadily, and stepped over the brazier in front of the gate.

"You are almost my wife, are you still shy?" Cui Ying took the opportunity to smile.

The bride said nothing.

"Okay, now that you've paid your respects, you can rest."

The bride nodded again, then held the red silk ribbon and followed Cui Ying, and they walked to the wedding hall together.

In fact, at this moment, Cui Ying wanted to take off the red hijab, just because he had heard that the bride's red hijab must be lifted in the bridal chamber to be auspicious.

Therefore, Cui Ying was not in a hurry. No one could take away his bride or his people in the future.

Entering the Cui Mansion, lanterns were decorated, the hall was full of guests, and there were a hundred tables of banquets. This was the marriage with Duke Wen's Mansion, and the scene was very lively. This ostentation must be as grand as possible.

Worship heaven and earth, worship high hall, husband and wife worship each other.

The bride was sent back to the wedding room by Po Xi.

Cui Ying, as the groom's official, was cheered by everyone and toasted one after another.

After three rounds of drinking, Cui Ying's jade-white face turned slightly red, and her pair of phoenix eyes shone like bright stars.

Many people came up to congratulate Cui Ying and took turns to toast. Cui Ying was already drunk. At this time, a deep voice suddenly appeared, which Cui Ying felt strange.

"Mr. Cui, I wish you a happy wedding."

Cui Ying looked up and saw the imposing man in front of him, holding a woman in his arms and wearing a purple veil.

Unfortunately, the woman's eyebrows were obscured by the bangs on her forehead, and the woman's face could not be seen at all.

"you are?"

Prime Minister Cui stood up and quickly introduced: "Ying'er, this is the Youzhou Jiedu envoy Huan Yan who has just been granted the title of Marquis of Fuyuan."

Cui Ying nodded and replied with a smile: "Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your congratulations."

Then, Prime Minister Cui winked, and the butler beside him quickly blocked Cui Ying's drink.

"Master, you have drunk a lot, and you will go to the bridal chamber soon."

Cui Ying turned around, smiled so hard that her eyes dimmed, and reached out to pat the housekeeper's shoulder heavily.

"You're right! I want to go to the bridal chamber, so you have to stop these drinks for me!"

Afterwards, Huan Yan couldn't help but chuckle, and he advised from the side: "Since Mr. Cui is in a hurry to enter the bridal chamber, he'd better go see the young lady quickly, a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold!"

The guests on the side also said quickly: "Master Huan, among the three great blessings in life, the wedding night is the most important. It is right for Master Cui to be anxious."

"Hahaha..." All the guests burst into laughter.

Cui Ying ignored it and quickly left the banquet.

Everyone was immersed in the banquet, and only Huan Yan held the waist of the person in his arms tightly.

Then, he sat on his seat, picked up the jade chopsticks, picked up the dishes with interest, and tasted them one bite at a time.

Prime Minister Cui then asked: "Master Huan, I wonder who this is?"

Huan Yan replied: "This is my wife. She has been unwell recently and should not be exposed to the wind, but she also wants to see the happy event in your house, so I brought her here."

Prime Minister Cui touched the beautiful long beard on his chin. He seemed to have never heard of the marriage of Marquis Fuyuan, but he did know that Huan Yan had a cousin and fiancée who had already made a marriage arrangement. Perhaps she was his cousin.

It's just that... this woman was wrapped tightly from head to toe, clinging to Huan Yan, and had not spoken to anyone yet, which was really weird.

But the Marquis of Fuyuan was not an official in Luoyang, and he was not familiar with these officials, so no one cared.

Watching Cui Yingyuan's retreating back until no one could be seen anymore, Huan Yan lowered his head and murmured in Wen Ya's ear:

"Does the groom look good today?"

When Wen Ya saw Cui Ying, her heart tightened, but she couldn't remember her past with Cui Ying at all.

"nice."

Her smooth answer made Huan Yan extremely unhappy.

"Really? He's not as tall as me, not as strong as me, and not as handsome as me. What's so good about him?"

Wen Ya stopped talking. If you talk too much, you will make mistakes.

Whenever Huan Yan said something unpleasant and made Huan Yan unhappy, he would have an attack. In the end, she would always be the loser.

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After leaving the banquet in the front yard, Cui Ying's body was a little erratic and her steps were shaky under the influence of alcohol. The boy behind her followed closely.

Finally, I arrived at the door of the wedding room.

Cui Ying stood up straight and waved to the servants behind him, "Everyone, please step back!"

"No one is allowed to disturb you tonight. Violators will be punished with the rod!"

"Yes, as ordered."

In an instant, all the servants in the yard left.

Cui Ying reached out and pushed open the door, then closed the door behind her feet.

While he was arranging his wedding robe, he took off the big red flower on his chest and hung it on the hanger. His long, dark pupils bloomed with brilliance, and he stepped closer to the bed in the inner room.

At this moment, the bride was sitting upright on the bed, her bright red hijab still hanging down.

Cui Ying looked at Xi Heng beside him. He was not in a hurry to remove his hijab, but stood there without moving.

The bride under the hijab lowered her eyes and could see the white-soled black boots worn by the man. She was actually Cui Ying's admirer. Someone came to her door that day and asked her to replace the fifth lady of the Duke's mansion. , to complete this wedding.

From now on, she, a concubine from the Hou family, can become Cui Ying's real wife.

The luster in Cui Ying's eyes deepened a little, and there was a layer of interest in his eyes. He slowly said:

"Wen Ya, you and I are married. From now on, you will listen to whatever I say. You are a member of my Cui family. We were born in the same quilt and died in the same hole. You are not allowed to disobey me in the future. Do you understand?"

If Wen Ya were here, she would definitely be able to notice that Cui Ying in front of her had always been wearing a mask of hypocrisy, and it was only on her wedding day that she was completely exposed.

But the bride was not elegant. She was wearing a red hijab and nodded obediently.

"Ha~" Cui Ying smiled, with a hint of tenderness in her tone: "Now that we are married, give me a child as soon as possible. The Prime Minister's Mansion will also have to flourish."

After hearing this, the bride still nodded excitedly.

The next moment, Cui Ying stepped forward and picked up the wedding scale...