Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Junior brother, knowing too much can lead to death.

——He Wenshang

The streets are bustling, especially today.

This place is rich and full of merchants. Mr. Zhang, who comes from outside the area to do business, is going to throw a bouquet of flowers to his youngest son to marry him at the Denggao Tower today.

Regardless of gender, age or status.

As long as the woman is unmarried, she can live in the Zhang family if she is robbed, and she will have endless gold, silver and jewelry to spend in the future.

They have seen Mr. Zhang's youngest son. He has an outstanding temperament and is really handsome. It would be worthwhile for him to marry.

Countless people had gathered at the foot of the building early in the morning, waiting for this lucky opportunity to reach great heights.

A banquet was prepared in the Denggao Tower. As soon as the ball was thrown, the marriage would be immediate, and a grand banquet would be held, inviting the elders and villagers to watch the ceremony.

The sun was shining brightly and the gongs and drums were beating.

Climbing to the top of the building, a young man wearing a red groom's suit and a jade crown on his head came out with a red hydrangea in his hand.

The building was too high so they couldn't see the boy's face clearly, but judging from his figure, he was a very handsome young man.

Downstairs were crowded with men, women, young and old, with their arms outstretched, crowded together, waiting to catch the ball.

The gongs and drums sounded again, and the young man threw the embroidered ball in his hand.

The people downstairs were cursing and swearing, and after several struggles among the crowd, the hydrangea finally fell into the arms of a dirty beggar in the corner.

Everyone present fell silent.

The beggar frowned when the hydrangea inexplicably fell into his arms. He really didn't expect it to fall on his head.

He was waiting here only because he heard that there was a feast here.

result……

The beggar who received the hydrangea was taken to the Denggao Tower to get married.

Red candlesticks were burning brightly in the official's house. A tall man in wedding clothes and a veil was sitting on a red bed. With an empty stomach, he listened to the guests outside the house clinking glasses and laughing.

He was so hungry that he was about to get up and go out to find something to eat, but the guards standing on both sides of the wedding bed held him back, perhaps because they were afraid he would run away.

It was not until the guests left and someone pushed the door open that people in the room left.

Xi Cheng lifted the veil in front of him. In the dim candlelight, the man was wearing wedding clothes. Through the lifted veil, one could see a young man in red wearing a jade crown, looking full of vigor and vitality.

Perhaps it was because his face was still pleasing to his eye. After the young man lifted the veil, a smile appeared on his slightly immature face, and he said in a clear voice: "My wife is so beautiful."

"My last name is Zhang Mingyi, may I ask your name, madam?"

The man was also shocked by the appearance of the boy in front of him. He had never seen anyone who smiled so beautifully. He pursed his lips and lied, "He Shang."

The young man did not doubt it, and went to the table to get two glasses of wine tied with red ropes, and handed one to him.

"Mother Xi said that we can only be considered truly married if we drink the wedding wine."

Holding the wine glass in his hand, the young man took out his hand and drank the wine. The man stared at the young man's extremely delicate face under the candlelight, and drank the wine with him in a daze.

After drinking, the wine glass rolled on the ground.

The man frowned and stared at the swaying candlelight burning not far away.

His heart was beating fast and his eyes were filled with emotion.

His calm yet intense hands slowly rested on his young, newlywed husband, gradually tightening.

When the candle burned out, the man fell asleep.

The young man, who had a naive look on his face just now, changed his expression. He covered the exhausted man who fell asleep on the bed with a quilt, casually put on a coat and went out.

In the dark night, festive red silk cloths were hung everywhere because of the wedding.

The guests left, and only tranquility remained after the hustle and bustle.

It was already late at night, and the servants cleaned up and went to bed early.

Jiang Que came out of the room where the passion had not yet subsided, stood in the yard, looked at the man in black lying on the wall not far away, and sneered.

Then he pretended not to see it and asked the maid who was on night watch to get some hot water so that he could wash the tired bride.

After hearing this, the maid ran to the kitchen with a red face.