The drummer puffed up his cheeks and made a long sound with all his might. The wedding team started to knock again and again.

The only difference is that the groom is no longer the same one.

Chonglou was wearing a bright wedding dress and rode on a tall horse, and came from afar to Mo Xiaowang, who was standing at the gate of the Zhao family.

"Cover the veil quickly, and the groom is almost in front of him."

Feng Lengfu urged Mo Xiao.

Zhao Xiuli simply snatched the red cloth from Mo Xiao's hand and covered her. She also joked with her, "After praying to the world, I will enter the bridal chamber and let you see enough by yourself. I will give me some reserve now."

Mo Xiao lowered his head and pursed his lips and smiled sweetly under the red veil. Hehe, some scenes that were not suitable for children in her mind began to appear in her mind.

The drums and music come from far to near, until the eyes.

"Please get into the sedan chair!" Zhou Tianwang yelled loudly.

Mo Xiao was about to raise his foot, but he saw a back appearing under the red veil.

"Sister Mo, I will carry you into the sedan chair."

It is the voice of Tang Zhongchun.

"There is a custom in the Tang family that when a bride gets into a sedan chair, the red cloth shoes cannot touch the ground. It has to be carried by her brother. How about it, my younger brother is still qualified."

"Why haven't I heard of this kind of custom?" Zhao Xiuli, who was on the other hand, frowned. In her eyes, Tang Zhongchun was just a bad intention, and she clearly wanted to eat tofu that she laughed at, and under the guise of the Tang family customs. Before the groom could hold his hands, he wanted to carry the bride first.

Mo Xiao stretched out his hand and gently pulled Zhao Xiuli, and said to Tang Zhongchun: "From now on, you will be my Mo Xiao's younger brother."

Tang Zhongchunmao lowered his waist and turned around and looked at the red veil and smiled slightly.

"Sister, come up, I carry you into the sedan chair."

Mo Xiao climbed onto Tang Zhongchun's back, and she realized that the fifteen-year-old boy's back was so strong and generous, and he was already a big boy.

Zhao Xiuli flattened her mouth unhappily. Feng Lengfu shook her head when she saw it and whispered: "You should be happy for Mo Xiao. She has taken over the only seeds of the Tang family of the Poison Sect as her younger brother, but she only makes money but not lose money."

Zhao Xiuli was surprised. The Tang family of the Poison Sect, it turned out that boy was from the Tang family of the Poison Sect?

Tang Zhongchun carried Mo Xiao to the front of the sedan chair. Licorice and Taohong stood on both sides of the sedan chair, one left and one right. The two rolled up the curtains of the sedan chair. Li's mother smiled happily and sang loudly: "Please ask the bride to get into the sedan chair!"

This is definitely the most lively wedding ever held in Sanyang County.

Tang Zhongchun, Li Zisang, Huang Changqing, Zhou Tianwang, four men and four horses lined up in a handsome line, walking at the front of the welcome team.

The groom's most eye-catching groom was followed by the audience, with the most proud smile on his face, as if the light of the sun was gathered on him alone.

The four boys carrying sedan chairs, the little fat man, cow horns, mulberry branches, and ulmoides, pushed the sedan chair up and down, left and right with the drum music. Li's mother was so happy that she only laughed along the way, laughing so hard that she couldn't stop.

Peach and Licorice kept sprinkling the wedding candy in the basket to the children on both sides of the road, and the laughter and joy of the children who got the wedding candy undoubtedly made the wedding team even more festive.

Many people along the street knew Mo Xiao or were treated by Mo Xiao. They all stood along the street in festive clothes, waiting for the bride and groom to pass by and congratulate him.

The sedan chair finally arrived at Mo Xiao Hospital. As the heroine representative, Manager Liu had already welcomed the gate. There were many neighbors next to him who came over to have fun.

Chonglou jumped off his horse and walked to the sedan chair with great strides.

"The groom is kicking the sedan door!" Mother Li sang loudly with a smile.

Chonglou lifted up one foot and was about to kick it, but he heard Mo Xiao's voice coming out.

"slow!"

slow……

Everyone was stunned. Mother Li was so scared that she didn't dare to laugh. She whispered to the window of the sedan chair and said, "Miss, you can't ask any more problems."

A pair of shoes was handed out from the car window.

"Let him wear these pairs to kick."

Mother Li took the shoes and said, hehe, that's it. This craft is obvious to her own lady.

Mother Li handed the shoes and hands to the groom, and then whispered: "Miss, I did it myself, don't say half a bad word."

Chonglou looked down at the shoes in his hand and said in his heart that it would be OK, it was Mo Xiao's skill.

After changing the shoes, the Chonglou was perfect. Although it was not very good-looking, it fits very well.

He kicked out with a high kick, and as soon as the sedan door opened, he revealed the bride in wedding dress.

"Sister, come up, my brother will carry you in this section." Tang Zhongchun suddenly appeared in front of the sedan door, raised his waist, and glanced at the groom with a proud expression with an extremely unhappy and helpless look.

Manager Liu represented the woman's parents to attend the meeting. Don't laugh, and each of them held a happy ending.

"Worship the heaven and earth!"

"Two visits to the high hall!"

"Honey husband and wife!"

"Send to the bridal chamber!"

The word "room" was still in my ears, and a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the hall of joy, and everyone looked at it, hey! What about a couple of newcomers.

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A red shadow flew along the corridor, and the door of the new house opened and closed with a snap.

As soon as the big red mandarin duck's happy account was lifted, two people hugging each other rolled into the new bed covered with the big red quilt.

He hugged his beloved tightly into his arms, and when he looked down, he could look into each other's eyes at first sight. Chonglou finally felt a sense of reality.

"Are you really mine?" He even asked stupidly with some uncertainty.

"No, you are mine." Mo Xiao raised his eyebrows proudly.

"Well, I've always been yours. But before, I was just my heart, and from now on, my whole person is yours."

Sure enough, when a man who can't speak love words comes to bed, the love words are string by string.

Just when Mo Xiao sighed that someone's love words were very good, someone was no longer willing to just talk.

Just now, his nose was facing the tip of his nose, but he suddenly tilted his head and approached her ear, and whispered in a twelve-minute ambiguous and bewitching voice: "I'm already yours, how do you want to eat me?"

The warm breath shaves behind Mo Xiao’s sensitive ears like a feather, and the ambiguous love words make people involuntarily think.

When he gently bit the tip of her ear with his teeth, Mo Xiao's nerves suddenly tense up.

"Uh, we haven't had a drink."

She suddenly became a little cowardly and wanted to temporarily escape from the scene where she was about to burn her desire.

"It's okay, the night is long, you can wait and drink it later."

He stretched out his index finger and gently pushed the silk in her ear to the pillow, then a light kiss fell from his ear with a heavy breathing sound. After a gentle stroke, it slowly slid down the edge of his cheeks. The warm and numb touch of his lips made Mo Xiao's little heart tremble gently.

"Uh, that, our clothes are going to be crushed..."

Her lips wandered from the side of her cheeks and reached the tip of her nose, wandered around the tip of her nose, and then explored downwards.

"It's okay, cloud satin, Tian Silk and nine-pointer craftsmanship, it will not burn fire, water will not wet, insects will not be eaten, mold will not grow, it will not be damaged for thousands of years, so naturally it will not be afraid of being crushed."

When Chonglou said this, his lips were already close to her lips, and the warm breath rose and fell between her mouth.

"That, aren't you afraid of breaking it?" she asked noddedly.

Mo Xiao felt that someone was not only talking, but his hands were not idle either.

At some point, the lace on his waist had been loosened, and the wedding robe slid under his body. One of his hands started from his waist, pressing against the big red bellyband, gradually invading the territory without realizing it. He was about to climb to the high ground and declared a great victory.

"Shh, at this time, be careful and don't ask questions." Chonglou narrowed his eyes, but a hot flame burst out from his eyes. Obviously, he could hardly stand this little lady who always likes to interrupt at critical moments.

"Then...well..."

Mo Xiao wanted to say something, but he never made any sound when he said a word. Because his lips had been occupied, another touch that came at any time shocked her whole body and she couldn't help but hunch it out.

It is obvious that the high ground has been lost, and people have to rub it flat and pinch it from now on.

Mo Xiao now understands what it means to teach by words rather than words. It is not as intense and realistic as the experience of reading little Huang Wen is even more intense and real as the moment.

Every pore from the toes to the top of the head is singing loudly.

"Really...really, can't it be broken?"

Mo Xiao took advantage of the opportunity to take a breath and opened his mouth to continue the question just now. However, before Chonglou had time to reply, she had stretched out her hands to pull the Xisheng on his body hard.

Dahong's wedding dress slid down obediently.

The white middle cloak is still very annoying, so don’t laugh and continue to pull it.

Until she saw someone's strong and toned pectoralis major muscle appear in front of her, she stretched her claws toward his waist again.

"It seems that my wife is more anxious than me."

Chonglou reached out and put down the red mandarin duck wedding tent.

Outside the fallen wedding tent, clothes were thrown out one by one.

The glass of wine on the table sways, the red candles on the wall are lit up, and the room is beautiful and wonderful.

After a turbulent rain, a woman nestled in a man's arms, drew a circle on the pectoralis major muscles with thin sweat, and then sighed lightly.

Alas, this job is really not an easy job. She thought.
To be continued...