After marrying Bai Yueguang, the little wolf dog turned into a scumbag

On the day of Qi Heju's triumphant return, Jiang Feng got very drunk. Not only did he lose to Qi Heju in the competition field, but he also lost completely in the love field. Maybe Qi Heju never regarded him as an opponent at all. , because Jiang Mengzhen had never had any ambiguity with him, and didn't even leave him a little room for reverie.

The amazing first meeting with Jiang Bian made Jiang Feng miss Jiang Mengzhen forever. After entering Beijing, Jiang Mengzhen lived with his sister in the palace and had no contact with him. Seeing him from afar in Gongshi will make Jiang Feng fascinated for a long time. He feels that he will love Jiang Mengzhen for the rest of his life, even though the person in Jiang Mengzhen's heart has never been him.

"Why are you drinking alone?"

One hand snatched the wine glass from him, Jiang Feng looked back with a drunken eye, and said with incoherence: "It's you..."

A brother with slightly dark skin and a beautiful face sat across from him, and said with a light smile, "Who else could it be if it wasn't me? Could it be your sweetheart?"

He seemed to be in a good mood, and Jiang Feng said with distracted eyes: "Why did he come? I can't remember the last time I saw him..."

"So, what exactly do you like about him?" This guy sighed, "In my opinion, your liking is nothing more than infatuation. How much do you know about him? How much does he know about you? Jun's feelings can't stand scrutiny at all..."

"Xia Zhaodi!" Jiang Feng snatched back the wine glass, "What does the matter between me and him have to do with you?"

"Don't call me that. My name is Xia Ying now!" Xia Ying pouted and patted the table. Although he was the son of a wealthy businessman in the capital, he lived in the village for a long time when he was a child. The altar of gold, used the gold to make a fortune, and then brought the family to the capital to enjoy the blessings. At that time, Xia Ying was already fourteen or fifteen years old. No matter how much money was spent on education, he was different from the brothers of the rich and noble families in the capital. "Why has nothing to do with me, did you not care about what I told you at all? I have a crush on you! Anyway, your sweetheart has a home, how about us..."

"Why are you not ashamed!" Jiang Feng blushed, and quickly downed another glass of wine, "I pretended I hadn't heard of it, in order to protect your reputation! If you want others to hear this, your saliva can drown you Dead! I... I said I don't like you, so stop pestering me!"

"What do you like about him?" Xia Ying stomped her feet angrily, "Is that why I can't compare to him?"

"He is the moon in the sky, you...you are..." Jiang Feng hiccupped and said vaguely: "You are the young crops in the fields... They are all things, who cares about them?"

Xia Ying's eye circles turned red instantly, and she pursed her lips to hold back the tears that were about to fall, and said sullenly: "It's all over the floor? You mean that I am worthless in your eyes and can be seen everywhere ? Do you know that there are many people who like me! When I say a word to them, they all smile, but if I ignore them, they just hang around in front of the mansion..."

Jiang Feng never knew about this. He was very angry for some reason, and an evil fire arose in his unhappiness. In order to conceal his emotions, he deliberately made his words difficult: "Do you think they are for you? It's just for you It’s just my father’s money—this general doesn’t care too much! It’s really self-defeating for a brother like you to compare with Mengzhen. When he was making tea and studying, you were still playing with mud in the ravine! "

"Haven't you ever played with mud in a ravine?"

"Yes, I also grew up in the village, that's why I like dream pillows!" Jiang Feng said louder and louder, taking advantage of his drunkenness to vent his desire, he spoke even more mercilessly, "He is so beautiful and understands So many, pay attention to etiquette everywhere, won't mess around and won't be presumptuous, ten times and a hundred times better than you!"

"The reason he won't lose his temper is because he doesn't like you at all!" Xia Ying couldn't help shouting out. He was said to be worthless by the person he liked, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't hold back his tears anymore. With tears streaming down his face, he said again and again, "I'm fine...you don't understand! You only see the moon in your eyes, and you can't see me at all! Jiang Er... General Jiang, since you Look down on me so much, from now on you will take your Yangguan Road, and I will take my single-plank bridge, and we will never see each other again!"

As he said that, he ran away from the door and ran away in a gust of wind. Only then did Jiang Feng realize that what he had said was too much. Xia Ying's tears poured on his heart like boiling water, and the unstoppable evil fire hit his temple "chug chug." Jumping straight, he wobbled and wanted to drink more, but looking at the liquid in the glass, he suddenly remembered that Xia Ying had invited him to make wine together in late spring, and that jar of wine buried under the peach tree would be with Xia Ying. With whom to drink?Who would notice his kitten-like drunkenness?Is it those who hang around in front of his house?

Jiang Feng suddenly understood something, slammed his wine glass, turned around and chased him out, he finally realized that the moon in the clouds never belonged to him, Jiang Mengzhen was not the only one who was amazed by him, many people admired the bright moon , but the moon shines on Qi Heju alone. His liking for Jiang Mengzhen is actually a kind of fantasy, a kind of yearning. Compared with feelings, his desire to win and lose with Qi Heju, and the spirit of young people's competitive spirit are more real.

And Xia Ying, who is full of vitality, is indeed a verdant wheat seedling. Compared with the moon, he is inconspicuous, but the farmer spends his whole life sweating for these green seedlings, and he cannot do without him for three meals in four seasons. Xia Ying has already entered his life. In his life, he has been used to Xia Ying's company. When he thinks that he may never see him again, his internal organs are turned upside down. He can stop looking at the moon, but he has to eat.

"Stop!" Jiang Feng finally caught up with Xia Ying in front of the Xia Mansion. Xia Ying paused, then walked forward sullenly. Jiang Feng said loudly: "If you don't talk to me from now on, I, I Just like those people, guarding the door every day! I...I want to beat those people away!"

"Why do you beat them away! With your good martial arts skills, you can bully people indiscriminately?" Xia Ying wiped the corners of her eyes, then turned to stare at him, "Then I'll invite them into the house and not let you in! "

"Who are they, tell me..."

"I won't tell you, I am also the moon in people's hearts, not some weeds that can be seen everywhere!"

"When did I say you were a weed?" Jiang Feng stammered, "I was talking about wheat seedlings! When I was in the village, I would go to see the wheat I planted every day, and I would feel uncomfortable if I didn't see you for a day. ..”

Xia Ying was taken aback for a while, then said in a daze after a while: "...What do you mean?"

"I mean, I also want to see you every day in the future." Jiang Feng blushed and said, "Those people don't know how to water and fertilize, and don't know how to take care of the wheat seedlings. My heart aches, the farmer's harvest is all pointed at him..."

"Looking at your body, I can see that you are an excellent cropper. Even if you return to the fields, your wife and children will not starve to death." Xia Ying smiled through tears, "No matter how many books you have read, you still don't understand these words. When you were farming in the field, he was enjoying the scenery in Zhulou Xiuhu, but I know, I know..."

Jiang Feng finally laughed too. Although the palaces in the sky are Qionglouyuyu, they can still settle down under the Nanshan Mountains. Farming and weaving, carrying water and chopping firewood, that is the life he is familiar with. Jiang Feng really thought about waiting for him to grow old. When he couldn't lift a knife, he went back to his hometown to retire and was buried among the mountains and rivers of his hometown. In his eyes, Jiang Mengzhen was like a fairy, and it was impossible for him to go down to live in the village. The matter of whole grains is too far away from Jiang Mengzhen, Jiang Feng often has a cautiousness in front of Jiang Mengzhen, but now, Jiang Feng has found the person who can go back hand in hand with him.

On the contrary, Jiang Xia and Qi Heju got married earlier than Jiang Mengzhen and Qi Heju. The two of them are not honorable families, and they don't have many particularities. It seemed that Jiang Feng had lost his sweetheart so he wanted to marry him, and there was inevitably a knot in his heart.

The two great generals got married, which made the capital very lively, and it was not indecent to come and go. On the day of Qi Heju and Jiang Mengzhen's wedding, Jiang Feng also took his newlywed wife to Qi's mansion to congratulate him. He Zhe, wearing a gold crown and a wedding dress with intricate embroidery, stood at the door to greet the guests in person. Xia Ying glanced at him secretly, and deliberately whispered in Jiang Feng's ear: "No wonder the nobleman didn't choose you, Qihou Lord is comparable to you." You look so handsome..."

Jiang Feng smiled helplessly, took Fu Lang's hand and said: "You are too vengeful. I told you once when I was drunk. Now you have to find trouble every day. Yesterday you insisted that our groom's kung fu is better than that of your husband's." I'm better, do I really want to compete with him? Just let me go, you see that he is handsome, why don't you hurry up and take a look, why tell me?"

"Jealous? Hmph, it's rare that you get jealous for me!"

"Aren't I jealous enough for you? By the way, you haven't told me yet, who are those people wandering around your door?"

"I don't want to tell you, maybe those people are also at Lord Hou's wedding today..."

The two were talking in a low voice, when they suddenly heard the faint sound of drums and music, Jiang Mengzhen got off the sedan chair in front of the gate of Qi's mansion, and there were so many people in the procession to see off his relatives, as if he was surrounded by a large red cloud and walked in front.Jiang Mengzhen still remembered the last time when he got married, he saw all kinds of boots coming and going from under the hijab, but he didn't know which pair belonged to his husband. , embroidered a pair of flying cranes with very bright needles and threads, Jiang Mengzhen couldn't help being startled, he thought these boots looked very familiar, and then realized that these boots were the ones he made for Qi He before!

He really didn't expect that for so many years, Qi Heli has kept these boots, and Jiang Mengzhen occasionally embroiders some things, just to pass the time and cultivate his morality. He has been embroidering these boots intermittently for more than half a year. Making a pair of shoes for Qi Heju is precisely because he still remembers the pair of overly plain black boots that stayed beside him at the wedding, but he never imagined that today, after going around, Qi Heju is wearing the shoes he embroidered by himself. Boots, walk to him again - this road back to him is bumpy and difficult, but Qi Heju walks so firmly, how can Jiang Mengzhen not be moved and distressed?

"Brother Meng, I'm here to pick you up."

Jiang Mengzhen heard his low voice, holding the end of the red silk tightly in his hand, and stepped into Qi Mansion again as a bride. He couldn't hear the blessings of the guests clearly, and just followed the pair of boots he embroidered to the front, and then walked forward, unlike the last time he was uneasy, this time Jiang Mengzhen knew clearly that the person in front of him was his chosen husband , is the person who will love him and protect him for the rest of his life.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

"Husband and wife bow to each other—sent to the bridal chamber!"

Jiang Mengzhen followed Xi Po's singing and bowed down. Although the hijab covered his sight, he knew that Jiang Mengyou was sitting on the table to receive the gift from his first generation parents. The court was still complete, and under the watchful eyes of these people, he and Qi Hexi bowed to each other and became husband and wife again.

As if in a dream, Jiang Mengzhen sat on the big bed of Wan Yunxuan again. Qi Heju changed the name of the place to "Baitouxuan". Jiang Mengzhen once laughed that the name was too straightforward, but Qi Heju said: : "Holding Yunxuan is beautiful, but clouds are clearly things that cannot be held back, so the omen is not good, so we always have many misunderstandings and stay away when we live in it. This time, I just want to grow old with you in a down-to-earth way." , if you think this name is too rough, you can get another good one, but it must have a long-lasting meaning."

Jiang Mengzhen knew what he was thinking, and after thinking about it, there was nothing better than the word "white head". Although this name is straightforward, it is affectionate, but it is elegant and vulgar, but it is memorable and cannot be changed.Jiang Mengzhen sat on the bed for a while, thousands of past events came to his mind, he remembered the beginning of the misunderstanding between him and Qi Heli, he couldn't help clenching his fists and said: "Bi Yan, you go out to see Brother Ming, today's There are so many guests, don't let him..."

"How about it? Are you drunk again?" Qi Heju waved his hand, and Biyan led the palace people back quietly knowingly.

Jiang Mengzhen's white and delicate hands were held in his hands, "Why did you come here so quickly? What about the people outside?"

Qi Heju gently opened Jiang Mengzhen's clenched hand, squeezed his fingertips and said, "Of course someone greets them, I want to enter the bridal chamber, who would dare to stop me?"

Jiang Mengzhen's face was hot, and he lowered his head slightly. He heard Qi Heju say slowly: "Mengzhen, don't worry, I won't make mistakes this time...I owe you a wedding night Fortunately, I still have the opportunity to make up for the regrets of the past, thank you, really thank you for still wanting me..."

Like a big dog that has been wandering for too long and finally returned home, Qi Heju squatted down and rested his head on Jiang Mengzhen's knee. Through the gap in the hijab, Jiang Mengzhen saw the top of his dark head and couldn't help it. He reached out and stroked his hair gently.

Both of them had some ups and downs, their noses were sore, their eyes were red, and neither of them was in a hurry to speak. They just cuddled quietly for a while, each calmed down their turbulent moods, and they both made up their minds to live this first day well. On the second night of festivities, Qi Heju pulled Jiang Mengzhen's finger and kissed it a few times, and said softly: "When I lift the hijab later, you can only smile, this is a good omen..."

Jiang Mengzhen was already smiling, "Why are you so superstitious now?"

"If superstition can make you laugh, what's the point of being more superstitious?" Qi He stood up and stood still in front of Jiang Mengzhen, looking at Feng Guanxia's veil and the hijab embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, he was a little nervous and his palms trembled. Sweating, the 17-year-old Qi Heli has never experienced this moment before. He doesn't know how beautiful the Jiangmeng pillow under the hijab will be, but he is sure that this moment, just like their meeting, will last forever for the rest of his life. It appeared for the first time in his memories and sweet dreams.

Qi Heli took a deep breath, used Yu Ruyi to lift a corner of Xipa, and lifted the red silk covering Jiang Meng's pillow. For a moment, the high-burning dragon and phoenix candles seemed to jump at the same time, bursting out the meaning The auspicious candlelight, Jiang Mengzhen's lightly rouged face made the whole room seem to be lit up, the red mole between his eyebrows shone brightly, and his picturesque eyebrows flowed gracefully under the candlelight. He slowly raised his head, in some The shy Gu Panjian showed a gentle and affectionate smile to Qi Heju.

Qi Heju's throat rolled, his chest was filled with too many emotions, all of which were blocked in his throat, making him unable to speak a word, seeing such a glamorous Jiang Mengzhen, Qi Heju hated himself even more at the age of 17 At the same time, I don't know how lucky I am to finally have him again. Qi Heju's brows and eyes were slightly red, and Jiang Mengzhen said softly: "It's you who said, there must be a good omen, don't... "

Qi Hexi caressed his jade-like face with his callused hand, "You are too beautiful to be real," he stared at Jiang Mengzhen and murmured, "I'm really afraid this is a A dream."

Jiang Mengzhen lowered her eyes and rubbed his palm, "Then I am the man of your dreams?"

"You have always been the person in my dreams..." Qi Heju held Jiang Mengzhen's face in his arms, and kissed him solemnly and cherishingly between his brows, and then kissed the corners of his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and his cheeks. On two soft lips.

One kiss is enough to melt the two of them. The first kiss under the plum blossom tree, the greasy kiss when they were lingering, the deep kiss in the snow, and the tender kiss today. It is not easy for them to walk this way. This relationship has been destroyed and broken. Broken, recast, reborn, everything between them is broken and remixed together, you have me, I have you, owe each other, entangled to the deepest, can no longer distinguish each other, just like the lyrics As sung in "You and I, there are so many emotions, so many places, hot as fire. Take a piece of clay, twist a you, and shape a me. Break the two of us together, and reconcile them with water. Then twist One you, and another me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud. I was born in the same quilt as you, and died in the same coffin!"

"Wait a minute..." Jiang Mengzhen panted and put her finger on Qi Heju's lips, "I haven't drunk the Hejin wine yet..."

Qi Heli buried his head in his neck, took a deep breath of his familiar fragrance, and said in a hoarse voice: "I haven't touched you for a long time, how can I slow down! I don't want to leave you for a moment , I can’t even bear to walk over to get a drink…”

Jiang Meng had a fever on his cheeks, and Qi Heju held him tightly in his arms, and he could feel his enthusiasm and urgency in his actions, "But he is drinking..."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Heju suddenly picked him up, Qi Heju hugged him and walked to the side of the table, pouting at the two jade cups: "Brother Meng, feed me, okay?"

"It's so clingy..." Jiang Mengzhen reached out and picked up a jade cup and fed it to his mouth. Qi Heju drank the cup and then kissed Jiang Mengzhen. The mellow sweet mash was poured into his mouth. Jiang Mengzhen clenched the jade cup in his hand, his chest heaved and his whole body became hot.

"This is called a cup of wine," Qi Hexi pressed Jiang Mengzhen's forehead and licked his lips. At a very close distance, his dark eyes seemed to have magical powers to suck people's souls in. Jiang Mengzhen handed another glass of wine to his mouth in a daze, and Qi He said with a smile: "You should drink this glass, Fu Lang."

The word "Fu Lang" made Jiang Mengzhen jump in his heart. Looking at Qi Heji's face, he realized that he was much more mature than when he was 17 years old. The gloom between his brows was replaced by tenacity, and he was no longer him His little husband is also an indomitable man and a great hero who created peace.

"Husband, have I ever told you that I am very proud of you..." Jiang Mengzhen's voice was lingering and soft, as if wrapped in a layer of floral honey, "From the second young master Qi to Qi General, from Jiangling to Qingzhou, I know how hard it is for you. When you were twelve or thirteen years old, you rescued me from the cold winter pool, and later fought for me. You don’t owe me anything. You are... have always been my hero..."

Qi Heju's heart was ignited by his words, "Drink this glass of wine soon..." Seeing Jiang Mengzhen open his mouth to drink the wine in the glass, he couldn't wait to lower his head and swallow the wine in Fu Lang's mouth. The nectar was sucked to quench his thirst, but it was just drinking poison to quench his thirst. This scented wine made his whole body burn into a ball of fire. The two fell into the red gauze tent hugging each other. Meng Zhen touched the scars added to Qi Heli's body, and hugged his neck more tightly in distress - there is no such thing as an undefeated god of war or an ever-victorious general, but they are all mortal bodies and flesh and blood!

Anthurium candles dripped red wax oil and piled up on the gold plate. The candle flame did not go out all night until the next morning. When the fire was extinguished, a wisp of smoke wafted out. The two people in the tent slept with their necks crossed. Like a pair of affectionate birds, snuggling under the wings of their partner, warming each other tenderly.

Now there are only their two masters in the Qi mansion, so they don't need to greet their parents. The two of them sleep until noon.After dinner, Jiang Xiang came in with the key in his hand, and asked Jiang Mengzhen to host the Zhongwei. He wanted to decline, but then thought that so many troubles happened because of hiding back then, so he simply nodded and accepted the key. Determined to run Qi Mansion well.

In the afternoon, Jiang Xiang led Jiang Mengzhen to look at the warehouse in the mansion. Qi Heju couldn't leave him for a moment, so he followed him closely, casually looking at the various rewards piled up in the warehouse, Jiang Mengzhen looked at the warehouse A locked room next to him asked, "Where is this? Use the key to open it and see..."

Jiang Xiang glanced at Qi Heju, blinked at Jiang Mengzhen, Jiang Mengzhen said knowingly: "Oh, so this is Lord Hou's private treasury..." He turned his head and jokingly said: "Am I inconvenient?" What do you see?"

"I'm afraid you won't look at it!" Qi He took out a key from his arms with a smile, and opened the door himself. Jiang Mengzhen walked into the room, only to see an ancient painting hanging in front of him, shocked Stunned on the spot, Qi Heju stuffed the key into his hand and said word by word: "This is not my private treasury, but yours."

"How did you get it back?!" Jiang Mengzhen looked at the familiar objects, and the things in this room were all his previous dowry!

Qi Heju hugged him from behind and said: "I have been looking for it since I entered Beijing. I have found a lot from various pawnshops, and I have found dozens of pieces from other places one after another. Unfortunately, there are still some that I can't find anymore. came back..."

Jiang Mengzhen turned around and threw himself into his arms, hugging his waist tightly, "Fool, fool! It's the same if you have money to buy new ones. Why bother to find these! Why do you and I figure it out so clearly?"

"I have nothing to do with you in this life, but these are your things, I don't want them to fall into other people's hands, new things have no history and memories, so they are meaningless after all-look at that purple clay pot, I used to You used it often, but later this pot disappeared, and I asked you, you just said it was broken..."

Jiang Mengzhen leaned in his arms, listening to his whispering whispers, he knew that his desolate tenderness had finally received extremely considerate feedback. , I always think it is good.

Although the moon in the sky is bright and beautiful, it is cold and lonely. Jiang Mengzhen landed from the misty and cold clouds into the warm embrace of the one he loves. The most peaceful and joyful thing in the world is to love and grow old together, Sleep with gentleness.

The author has something to say: You are already at the peak in the world, why bother to go to the blue sky, it is better to sleep with gentleness~

It reveals its age, but the lyrics are so well written! !

You and me, there are so many emotions, and there are many emotions, which are as hot as fire.Take a piece of clay, twist a you, and mold a me.Break the two of us together and reconcile them with water.Twist another you, and shape another me.I have you in my mud, and you have me in your mud.I was born with the same quilt as you, and died with the same coffin! ——Duan Sheng's "My Nong Ci"