Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 688 Wedding Candle

"It was renovated in the summer." Yuan Qing originally wanted to say more to ease the current awkwardness.

But his time at home was really limited, and even at home, Mrs. Tao would not easily let him worry about these daily chores.

Therefore, he really didn't know much, and after answering this question, he didn't know what to say.

After thinking for a moment, he coughed twice and said, "Is the hairpin heavy? Let me help you take it off."

Song Ying raised her hand to press the back of her neck, and belatedly realized that her neck was a little painful. She nodded: "Yeah, it's very heavy, and this dress is also very heavy."

The clothes mixed with gold thread look beautiful, but they are also really heavy!

Upon hearing this, Yuan Qing pulled her up and walked to the dressing table and sat down.

Various headpieces have different orders for insertion and wearing, and they must be removed one by one in order, otherwise it is easy to tear hair and hurt the scalp.

Song Ying wanted to remind Yuan Qing of this, but she found that her hair was hanging down in clumps with no signs of being pulled.

His hands were so light that I couldn't feel any weight when they passed through my hair.

Song Ying lowered his eyes, but couldn't help but sneak a peek through the bronze mirror. Slender white fingers were weaving through the black hair. The owner of the fingers lowered his eyes, his expression was extremely focused, just like the way he looked when he was writing, but with an added sense of caution.

Song Ying raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but then he remembered that he could see it in the mirror, so he quickly lowered his head.

But after a moment, she couldn't help but look up and take a peek, only to see that Yuan Qing's fingertips suddenly stopped when they touched a phoenix hairpin.

"Why, can't you untie it?" Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but the tips of her ears were burning.

Yuan Qing glanced at her in the bronze mirror and said softly, "Some of your hair is tangled in the hairpin."

As he spoke, his fingertips brushed across her temples and carefully lifted a strand of black hair that was wrapped around the hairpin.

Song Ying held his breath, feeling as if the fingertips were on fire, and his scalp was slightly numb where it touched.

The phoenix hairpin was slowly pulled out, and the heavy bun suddenly loosened. A few strands of hair immediately fell down and brushed against her hot neck.

When the last pearl hairpin was taken off, Yuan Qing's long black hair fell like a waterfall. Her breathing stopped and she stretched out her hand involuntarily, placed her palm on her hair, and slowly combed her long hair down.

The bronze mirror in front of them reflected the overlapping figures of two people. He was wearing red clothes and had black hair, while she had snow-white skin and black hair. The ends of their hair were tangled together and it was impossible to tell them apart.

A gust of wind blew outside the window, causing the flames of the dragon and phoenix candles on the candlesticks to sway. In the bronze mirror, the figures of the two people also swayed in the light and darkness.

Yuan Qing's throat rolled, and he lowered his head slightly, looking into Song Ying's eyes in the bronze mirror, and opened his thin lips slightly: "My wife."

Warm breath brushed past his ears, and Song Ying felt a scorching heat spreading from his heart, sweeping through his whole body in an instant, even his fingertips trembling slightly.

She saw her eyelashes trembling quickly in the bronze mirror, and saw the jade-like face resting gently on her shoulder, with eyes as gentle as spring water, which made her intoxicated at first sight.

She slowly raised her eyes, met the gaze in the bronze mirror, slowly raised the corners of her lips, and shyly called out, "Husband."

In the mirror, that jade-like face broke into an unprecedented bright smile, and her eyes were as bright as stars.

At this moment, a line of poetry suddenly popped up in Song Ying's mind: "The east wind blows thousands of flowers in the night." This was probably the scene.

Yuan Qing stretched out his hand, "My lady, it's late, let's rest."

Song Ying suppressed her shyness, placed her hand in his palm, and said "hmm" softly.

The flickering candlelight cast the figures of the two people on the red gauze tent, entangled together and unable to distinguish each other.

Yuan Qing woke up at dawn.

He heard light breathing sounds beside him, and he was in a trance for a moment. The red candles and wedding tents, the wedding cups and the drinking ceremony of last night flashed through his mind, and the corners of his lips curled up little by little.

The dragon and phoenix candles had not yet gone out, and the wax had condensed on the candlestick like tears, and was now burning on the little that was left.

He turned his head and saw the person beside him sleeping peacefully. Her crow-feather-like eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her porcelain-white face, and her red lips still had the remnants of rouge from last night.

A strand of black hair was entangled in the belt of his undershirt, rising and falling gently with his breathing, like an invisible red thread connecting the two of them.

Yuan Qing turned over and lay on her side, propping up her upper body with her elbows. She reached out to untie the strand of black hair from the belt of her inner garment, but she was reluctant to let it go, so she simply wrapped it around her finger and looked at Song Ying quietly.

So Song Ying woke up and met a pair of clear eyes.

Song Ying, who had just woken up, was slow to react, so he was not frightened.

She blinked, her eyes, which were not yet fully awake and still covered with a layer of mist, staring blankly at the handsome face so close to her.

Memories of last night came flooding back, and her face flushed immediately. "You're awake."

Yuan Qing's eyes were filled with smiles, and he said softly, "Yes, wait for my wife to wake up and study together."

This was something he had been looking forward to for a long time, and now it had finally come true.

Song Ying chuckled, and the shyness on her face was much less. She said, "When did you become a nerd?"

Yuan Qingcai realized that they were newlyweds and were in the sweetest period of their marriage. Who would go to school at this time?

His face was a little hot, but he kept his composure: "It's because I was too impatient, my lady, please don't blame me."

Song Ying's shyness, which had just disappeared, suddenly resurfaced. She thought to herself that men were really thick-skinned. After just one night, he was already familiar with calling her "husband" and "wife".

But he couldn't be said to be wrong, so he had to change the subject: "I'm going to get up."

Yuan Qing got out of bed and said, "Which box do you put your clothes in? I'll get it for you."

"Put on some clothes!" Seeing that he was only wearing pajamas, Song Ying hurriedly called out to him and pointed to a nanmu box in the corner of the room: "It's in there, on the top shelf."

Yuan Qing picked up the cotton coat hanging at the end of the bed and put it on. He walked quickly over to open the box and took out the clothes.

After a while, the two of them put on their clothes and got out of bed. Song Ying went to the dressing table to put on her makeup, while Yuan Qing waited expectantly beside her.

Seeing her slender fingers flying, she tied her hair into a single bun in a few seconds, picked up a hairpin and inserted it, and then was about to get up.

Yuan Qing hurriedly asked, "Aren't you going to put on makeup?"

Song Ying shook her head. "No, wait until the meal is cooked."

According to custom, on the first day of the wedding, the bride has to cook breakfast by herself to honor her parents-in-law. The kitchen is full of smoke and fire, and she has to wash up after finishing. It would be a waste to put on makeup at this time.

Yuan Qing looked at the dark stone on the dressing table with regret. He was still thinking of learning from Zhang Chang and drawing eyebrows for his wife.

For this purpose, I practiced it privately.

He stood up and said, "I'll go with you. You don't know where the rice, flour, oil, and salt are."

Song Ying hesitated for a moment, but still did not refuse.

Although if the husband helps in cooking on the first day of marriage, he may be accused of being lazy and leave a bad impression on his in-laws.

However, firstly, she really didn't know where the Yuan family's things were; secondly, she really didn't want to refuse.