Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

Chapter 17
Cui Yourong's body and bones were soft, and she snuggled into her arms.

The amazed eyes were bright and bright, reflecting the bright moon and Chen Yanjun's delicate face that was not inferior to a woman.

At this moment, bloodstains hung on his face, but the soft color had faded, and the scene was very different.

Cui Yourong lost his mind until his bones became hot, one breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Then he got up quickly, tidied up his appearance, and said in a straight voice:
"Young Master lost."

Chen Yanjun stepped on the medicinal plant, but felt that he had won.

You win!
With a beauty in his arms, he finally realized what the soft word "eat soft rice" really means...

And the feeling of reaching the pinnacle of physical skills is like standing on the top of mountains, floating like a fairy when introspecting, and as thick as a mountain when standing up.

Indomitable, seamless.

He felt that even though he was a mortal now, he would definitely have the power to fight a ninth-rank martial artist.

Chen Yanjun was in a good mood, took out the jug, raised his head and drank heavily.

This is the spirit wine that Xiaoyue sent last night, it can be used to warm up and heal internal injuries. He didn't drink it at the time, so he kept it in the inventory.

Right now, he is standing on the top of a mountain, reaching the pinnacle, with a beautiful woman by his side, and wine in his throat. On such a beautiful day, he can't help raising his head to look at the moon, lowering his head to look at the moon, and sighed casually:

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it?"

It wasn't until he noticed his wife's shocked expression that he realized that he had unintentionally become a public servant.

Cui Yourong frowned and remained silent, thinking about the weird lines just now.

Like a long haiku, but also like lyrics, although the number of words is irregular, it has a unique rhythm.

If one word "Gong" is added to form a quatrain, it will lose its flatness, as if it has lost its soul.

What's more, in just four sentences, the meaning of the moon is high and broad, even in the era of prosperous poetry 500 years ago, it is not inferior to everyone's atmosphere.

It can be seen that Mr. Chen is hiding a lot. In fact, his writing skills are very strong, just like his physical skills, which are eclectic and magnificent.

Cui Yourong listened to the rhyme of the poem, and it seemed that there were a few more sentences behind, so she waited quietly.

But Chen Yanjun was embarrassed to copy it again.

Saying that it was written by the future scholar Su University, or falsely claiming that it was written by the ancients, might be considered by the wife as a deliberate excuse, concealing strength, and pretentiousness.

Thinking about it this way, he confidently became Wen Chaogong.

"It's rare for me to be elegant, and I made a joke casually, Madam laughed at me."

Cui Yourong shook her head with a smile, she has very little knowledge of poetry and prose, so she is too embarrassed to comment on poetry for the young master, so as not to make you laugh.

Seeing that Mr. Chen was injured all over, he had an unprecedented aura, which is rare even for high-ranking martial arts.

She immediately called Xiaoyue over.

Seeing that Chen Yanjun was covered in blood, Xiaoyue turned pale with fright and dared not speak.

"Xiaoyue took the young master to Xisuiquan to heal his wounds."

"Yes!"

On the way, Xiaoyue saw that Chen Yanjun's steps were light and the landing was heavy, so she realized that her injuries were not serious, so she laughed and said:

"Young master is dressed in red like a groom's suit!"

puff--

Chen Yanjun spat out a mouthful of blood, which even spilled on Xiaoyue's body.

"Ah, this servant has to heal her wounds too."

Xisui Spring can wash marrow and heal wounds, but the medicines are different.

Chen Yanjun's blood stained the pool red.

The water mist is dense, and the night is alluring, as if soaking in a woman's arms.

It reminded him of the scene where the beauty was in her arms just now...

Xiaoyue dispensed medicine for Chen Yanjun and wiped his body.

She fantasized about going into the pool together to wash off the blood on her body, but she didn't dare to take a step ahead of her wife, lest she be sunk in the well.

Chen Yanjun soaked in the spring until dawn, the injuries inside and outside his body were almost healed, and he didn't feel any pain.

Eat some snacks, drink wine and tea, and the fatigue is swept away.

When it was dawn, he went back to his room and lay down.

Because he lost the match with his wife, he didn't plan to go out either.

Listening to Qiu Zhuo's tone before, it seems that other rescuers have also moved in.

Forget it, he was about to fall asleep.

unless……

……

People in the Tang Dynasty got married and had six steps.

It is called the six rites, which are: Na Cai, Ask for Name, Na Ji, Na Zheng, Please Date, and Welcome.

The Zhang family started directly from the fourth step.

Nazheng, also known as the great gift, means that the man's family sends the letter of engagement and ceremony to the woman's family.

One to two weeks before the big wedding, the man's family invites two or four female relatives to make an appointment with a matchmaker to bring the bride price and bride price to the woman's home.

Although in the age of Xianwu, most of the procedures of the six marriage ceremonies were simple, but I have never seen a person who skipped to the fourth step to collect the levy without the words of the matchmaker.

The Zhang family's marriage proposal team consisted of six people, and they did not walk through Nanxianfang Street, but came in from the west gate.

The six people are Mr. Zhang himself, the matchmaker arranged by Cui's family, Mr. Zhang's mother, Mr. Zhang's grandmother, and two followers who drove the car.

He carried six large boxes of betrothal gifts: high-quality cotton, gold, two spirit beasts, high-quality jade, and eight thousand spirit jade, totaling 800 million yuan.

The dowry gift is not too small, but compared to the power and financial resources of the Cui family, it is somewhat fooled.

Because of the backing of Eunuch Qiu, who has the power to throw power over the government, and the nod of Mrs. Cui, the Zhang family came to propose marriage with a condescending attitude.

Even Mr. Zhang himself is here, and he wants to see how the bride is doing in advance.

Seeing that the Zhang family was so rude, Cui Yourong's lineup for welcoming guests was also very foolish.

Cui Yourong himself, Xiao Yue, Housekeeper Lei, Nanny Feng and the two servants.

Du Qingchuan didn't see anyone for a few days, and Du Qiuzhuo took refuge in the palace again; and the relatives of Du's family were far away in Luoyang, so they were not notified at all.

This simple lineup for welcoming guests, together with the etiquette of the Zhang family, can be called crouching dragon and phoenix chick.

Cui Yourong opened the door to welcome the guests, and said respectfully:
"You Rong has met Mrs. Zhang, there are many things to do during the Cold Food Festival, and I feel lost."

Mrs. Zhang is a sixth-rank Zen master, but her clothes are extremely luxurious. She is over two hundred years old, but she still has a straight figure, black hair, a stern face, and an extraordinary momentum.

Her status is even more prominent. When she was young, she was the wet nurse of Eunuch Qiu's eldest son.

Yes, Eunuch Qiu became an eunuch after he got married and had children... This matter was a secret before, and when the world knew about it, Eunuch Qiu had all the power in the government and no one could touch him.

As for why a nursing mother can practice Zen and marry into the Zhang family after reaching the sixth grade, there are many rumors in the world, and there is no conclusion yet.

In short, Mrs. Zhang's status in Chang'an City is much higher than her cultivation and family, and she is here to suppress the place today.

As soon as she entered the door, she glanced around, seeing that the Cui family's hospitality was too simple, the old lady was displeased, her eyes were slightly cold, and she said calmly:

"In the age of Xianwu, there were not so many particulars, and there was tolerance and exemption."

The middle-aged woman who is fat and well-dressed beside her is the mother of Mr. Zhang. She and Cui Yourong have practiced in the Imperial College for a few years at the same time, so they can be regarded as half classmates.

"There is nothing wrong with you, you have become younger again in the past few years."

Cui Yourong nodded slightly, and said:
"It's not half as elegant as Mrs. Zhang."

Husband was alive, and he said Mrs. Zhang was fine, but Mrs. Zhang called her to be lenient, and when she called Mrs. Zhang, she showed her identity.

Mrs. Zhang led the crowd into the front yard, looked around, and said coldly:

"Why didn't I see a Du family?"

Cui Yourong said:

"If Mrs. Zhang has something important to do, she can write a book and send it to Luoyang."

Mrs. Zhang's face suddenly turned cold.

Zhang's mother hurriedly smoothed things over and introduced the protagonist of this marriage proposal to the Cui family:
"This is Zhang Wei, the dog. I brought him here today to meet your Qiu Zhuo."

Zhang Wei bowed slightly to Cui Yourong, but his eyes were full of arrogance.

"Zhang Wei met Mrs. Cui."

Cui Yourong raised his head and glanced, the son of this family is not ugly at all, but he is full of fat, shaped like a mountain of meat, wearing a white Confucian robe, and holding a folding fan from Japan.

"Qiu Zhuo is in the palace and will be back soon."

After finishing speaking, Cui Yourong added another sentence, and blocked the mouths of Mrs. Zhang and Zhang's mother in advance.

"You Rong is lonely and weak. None of the children are obedient. It makes everyone laugh. Please take a seat."

Then he led everyone into the front hall.

Xiaoyue and Nanny Feng served tea.

The old lady took a sip of her tea and gradually calmed down.

"Come here today to talk about the matchmaker's levy. There is indeed a hasty part. Although we have got along with Mrs. Cui, this matter still depends on Mrs. Cui's wishes."

Cui Yourong did not intend to make decisions about Qiu Zhuo's marriage. Back then in Cui's mansion, she was favored by her grandfather alone, and no one made her decisions, including the old lady.

"I heard that nephew Zhang Xian is good at poetry and prose, and he is good at Confucianism and etiquette. When I saw him today, he is indeed a talent."

"I've always hoped that Qiu Zhuo could find a good son-in-law, but this child is dedicated to the Tao, arrogant and arrogant, and has always rejected the matter of men and women, and the matter of marriage depends on her own will."

Mrs. Zhang's face turned dark immediately.

"So, your entire Cui family can't even make decisions about a little girl's marriage?"

Mother Zhang also chewed her tongue and said:
"Qiu Zhuo's rejection of men and women... Could it be that you are thinking about that scholar in your family? I heard that on the day of the Cold Food Festival, that Mr. Chen even sacrificed his life to save Qiu Zhuo from the Gudu strange beast incident."

Cui Yourong shook his head, in order to protect Chen Yanjun, he could only lie and say:

"Madam Zhang misunderstood, it was Qiu Zhuo who saved Mr. Chen that day."

Zhang's mother didn't believe it at all, she looked around, but she didn't see the scholar.

"The Guozijian hasn't entered school today, where is Mr. Chen?"

Cui Yourong said:

"Mr. Chen has no intention of being a man or a woman towards Qiu Zhuo. He practiced martial arts last night and was injured. He is recuperating in his room right now."

Mrs. Zhang frowned slightly, and said coldly:
"Alchemists still practice martial arts?"

Cui Yourong nodded slightly:
"If you don't heal yourself, how can you heal others?"

Mrs. Zhang became more and more angry as she listened, and her aura became more and more serious. She asked with a trembling voice:
"Then when will Qiu Zhuo come back?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a high-pitched and long sound of a blue bird and luan coming from the direction of the medicine shop——

"Princess Ping An is here!"

(End of this chapter)