I was engaged in construction in ancient times

Chapter 173

Sun Ruozheng turned around in a daze, and looked at the face reflected in the vanity mirror. The person in the mirror was wearing a luxurious Cantonese embroidered robe with exquisite embroidery. The belt, jade hairpin, and ink crown were all exquisite and radiant.

With a thin chin, a long and fair neck, and an incomparably beautiful face, he raised his hand to touch his own face in a daze. Make a circle of ripples.

A trace of doubt flashed across the beautiful eyebrows.

Sun Ruozheng tried hard to recall what he looked like when he was a child.

he so...

Is it a disability?

Seeing her young master staring at the mirror, Luo Ying carefully folded the scroll in her hand. Although the young master threw it on the ground, it was the calligraphy of His Highness the Crown Prince.Afterwards, it must be stored in the cabinet like a pile of precious letters like treasures.

He didn't dare to let the painting in his hand have the slightest wrinkle, so he planned to spread out the whole painting and roll it up again, "Hey, son, there is a sentence at the bottom..."

"What?" Sun Ruozheng came to his senses, there are still words on the painting?He was excited just now and didn't read it all.

"Show me the painting."

Luoying smiled and handed the painting to Sun Ruozheng, with narrow eyes, Sun Ruozheng glared at him.

He took the painting in his hand, opened it impatiently, held his breath, and took a closer look——

"Zheng'er, the peach blossom wine you make is really delicious."

What kind of weird thing is this?

Peach wine?

It wasn't a long time ago, Sun Ruozheng once asked someone to give Duan Shaorong a jar of peach blossom wine brewed by himself with great expectations, imagining that the other party would like it, but he never saw the other party mention this jar of wine in his reply.

Looking forward to nothing, Sun Ruozheng gradually forgot, but at this moment, the other party suddenly brought up this issue again.

Sun Ruozheng smiled lightly, and then the smile on his face disappeared immediately.

He sighed faintly, carefully folded up the painting in his hand, and held it in his arms like a baby.

Since ancient times, passion has always been annoyed by ruthlessness.

Who made him fall in love with such a ruthless Yukiro.

On the day of the prince's wedding, the entire capital city seemed to be poured into a pot of boiling water, and the red makeup stretched to the sky. For more than ten miles, the whole city was red, and the green willows were hung with red ribbons. , but the tip of the flower seems to be decorated with a red bean.

Mrs. Sun took Sun Ruozheng's hand and walked out of the gate of the Sun Mansion. As Mrs. Sun got older, her brows became more and more beautiful. She patted her youngest son's hand, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

She had single-handedly facilitated the marriage at the beginning, but now that the merits and virtues are consummated, she still has nothing to be dissatisfied with.

Sun Zhixin also smiled happily. He stroked his beard. Now he has been enshrined a long time ago, and his family background is glorious. Today, his own children will also become the crown prince, the future queen.

From being a prefect of salted fish to today, it seems that on his head, there are four bright and shining characters-"envy others".

When all the officials come to congratulate him, let him be someone else honestly.

When the time came, my elder brother carried Sun Ruozheng on his back to the Qibaolong Chinese sedan chair carried by 24 people. The eight handsome maids in front walked in the front row holding Luanfeng Baofans. The heart beats non-stop along with this lively sound.

The Sun Mansion gradually drifted away.

From his home to the palace, he has walked this road countless times, but this way, his identity has changed since then.

He finally married the man he wanted.

Duan Shaorong only smelled faintly of alcohol, at the wedding banquet, he only drank a few glasses of wine, and they were all to respect his father, he would not drink other people's wine.It's rare for him to change his temper after being a heavy drinker in the past.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was very witty, and the small calculations in his mind were crackling.

At such an important time as the wedding night in the bridal chamber, it is natural to stay awake and not be rude to the beautiful woman.

The corners of Duan Shaorong's mouth curled up, his feet felt like the wind was blowing, the palace attendant behind him quickened his pace, almost jogging, in order to keep up with His Highness the Prince's footsteps.

After entering the bedroom, Duan Shaorong didn't feel his heart calm down until he saw the person sitting on Da Hongxi's bed.

After drinking the Hejin wine and taking Yu Ruyi, Duan Shaorong waved away all the women in the hall, and used Yu Ruyi in his hand to lift off the red hijab.

There are two people in the hall, one is sitting, one is standing, one is raising eyebrows, the other is raising their eyes, and their eyes are facing each other.

The appearance of the person in front of him, and the laughing and cursing figure in his memory gradually merged together over a long river of more than ten years.

Time seems to be frozen at this moment, and the red flame candle behind him is burning, and a little red tears are shed.

When he came back to his senses, Duan Shaorong took a step forward, half squatted and half knelt beside the bed, and held the white hands of the people around him.

Looking up at his picturesque eyebrows, I glanced back at him by the window that day when I was riding a horse. He was dressed in white, noble and flawless, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, like a clear lotus by the blue lake, with water coming out of the pavilion and dusty temperament.

He just glanced at it, and it seemed that this clear and cold person had planted a lotus seed in his heart, and it grew into a lotus flower.

In these days when we can't meet each other, that flower is swaying in the lake of his heart.

Now, with red silk ribbons all over the house, gold lamps and red candles, and the bright red candlelight reflected on his delicate and creamy face, Duan Shaorong suddenly remembered the Shangyuan Festival that year.

Together with Sun Ruozheng, he put a lotus lantern under the bridge, made a wish and hid it in the lantern, lit the wick, put the lotus lantern in his hand into the water, and drifted with the water.

After setting off the lotus lanterns, the two held hands and walked on the bridge. Duan Shaorong wanted to guess the lantern riddles and watch the show, but Sun Ruozheng refused and insisted on counting the river lanterns on the bridge, "One, two, three... 37... 46... ...where did I count?"

"One, two... 56..."

"Wrong again... Count again..."

……

"Don't count, don't count, I'll help you count, there are 270 and six lanterns in total, let's go, I'll take you to win the lanterns..."

……

Duan Shaorong couldn't help but a smile appeared on his face.

In the wedding room, Sun Ruozheng felt baffled, grabbed his hand, and said nothing, what did he mean?

Still laughing?

The newly married Meifulang was sullen and said impatiently, "What are you thinking?"

Duan Shaorong finally laughed out loud, and with his arms stretched out, he changed from a half-kneeling posture to a sitting posture like Sun Ruozheng's. He stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his husband's slender waist, pulled him a little closer, and jokingly replied: " I'm thinking of the lotus lanterns we put together that year."

"Did you get what you wanted today?"

"You must secretly make a wish to God, saying that you want to marry your Brother Shao Rong..."

Times have changed, Xiao Shuang'er, who was clamoring everywhere to marry Shaorong's brother, has long since turned into a thin-skinned Qinglian beauty.

At this time, if I hear words such as "Brother Shaorong", marry and marry, I feel ashamed and want to dig into the cracks in the ground.

The little beauty whose skin is thinner than paper quickly glared at the man with a playful smile in front of her, "I never made such a wish. Back then... when I was making lotus lanterns, I just wanted to pray to God that I would never help you again." That person copied the book, and the master punished him, so why should I write that doggy word."

Back then, the little beauty who was conscientiously attached to his elder brother Shaorong worked tirelessly and without complaint. Brother Shaorong was punished by his master to copy books. Sun Ruozheng, who clearly wrote well and beautifully, even learned Shaorong's exclusive dog crawling calligraphy without a teacher. When necessary, do homework for him.

Such a fiancé who is infatuated and willing to do your homework and copy books for you, what more can a husband ask for.

Later in the tent, His Royal Highness, who was surrounded by countless teachers and taught alone, missed his little beauty countless times.

Duan Shaorong: "..."

Suddenly mentioning the past, it is really a dark history of youth, it is indeed him who jumps up and down and doesn't want to study.

The black history was ruthlessly pointed out by her husband on the wedding night, what is the man's face?

"Okay." Duan Shaorong sighed, and pinched the beauty's husband's face, "Then your wish has already come true..."

Because after the Shangyuan Festival that year, Duan Shaorong left.

He no longer has to copy books for him.

Thinking of this, Sun Ruozheng's eyes turned red suddenly, and Duan Shaorong saw his figure in the water in his eyes.

Touching his nose, suppressing the rising soreness and heartache, Duan Shaorong leaned over and whispered in his ear, "But let me tell you, the wish I made in the river lantern back then has come true today."

"I thought that the two of us had a good heart, and we made the same wish, but I didn't expect that it was just His Highness who was just being sentimental..."

"—It's the same."

"what?"

Sun Ruozheng turned his head, wrapped his arms around the waist of the person beside him, snuggled into his arms, put his chin on his shoulder, and said softly, "It's the same one."