It was drooling at night, but the movements on the shore became louder and louder.

Tens of thousands of Han soldiers married on the same day, so the general's mansion naturally had to do a big job. The leader of the island barbarian tribe was also invited to watch the ceremony. The prisoners rarely added meat, vegetables and rice wine to the food. Liuke Island barbarians to deal with the defeated tribes and prisoners was very cruel. They have been worried these days. Today, they were suddenly treated preferentially. In a panic, they learned the reasons. Everyone was in a complicated mood, some were angry, and most of them breathed a sigh of relief. After all, both sides had a relative, and their blood was thicker than water, which didn't seem to be killing them all.

The camps on the shore held a banquet, and the crackling firecrackers were set off for half an hour. The gongs and drums and suona teams, and the cheeks of hundreds of people played the birds to pay homage to the phoenix. They climbed up step by step. The eight-tone sounds were harmonious, and the charming sedan chairs were carried. Because it was a marriage between the Han and the Yi, most of the parents of men and women could not attend the wedding. All the red tape was simple and the kowtow was cancelled. Amid the festive drum music, a pair of newlyweds walked to the camp officials and the clan leader to salute. The island-style clan leader had his face tightly, but the Han camp officials nodded slightly with a smile. After the newlyweds entered the bridal chamber, the guests began to drink big bowls, eat meat in big mouths, and the sound of the rock-scissors became louder and louder.

The drum music never stopped, and several hilarious songs were repeated over and over again, spreading far to the nearshore sea.

On the Han army's commander's ship, Han Ningshuang stared at the flashing lights in the distance, frowned slightly, as if she was hesitating and worried about something. Beside her, Zhao Xingde whispered: "The vortex of party struggles is getting deeper and deeper. Although Chen Shaoyang temporarily suppressed it, undercurrents below will surging sooner or later. I brought Zhao Huan to Yangzhou because I wanted her to stay away from the right and wrong place in Ezhou. That's what I thought..." Zhao Xingde said a little naggingly, "Although it's not a clear conscience, Zhao Huan and I are just..."

"Just what?" Han Ningshuang's eyes flashed and she spat in a low voice, "You are still living in Ezhou and living with her. Is it still just..., Sister Li and I believe you in this." The sea breeze blew his hair slightly, and her cheeks were slightly red as jade. She turned around, looked at Zhao Xingde, and whispered, "But I am still jealous of Zhao Huan. She has lived with you for so long. But, haven't you really touched her?" Han Ningshuang bit her lip and stared at Zhao Xingde's eyes.

"I don't know if I feel guilty inside, Ningshuang, I don't know why, even if I make up my mind, even if I live in the same room in the cabin, I always feel that someone is watching behind me. Sometimes, it seems that your eyes are looking at us. Sometimes on the boat, sleeping in the inner room, and I sleep in the outer room, I will dream of Ruoxue and the child..." Zhao Xingde said slowly and smiled awkwardly, "Ghosts and gods are confused, and they think about themselves, probably because they feel guilty." His tone was a little timid, but there was no falsehood at all.

Han Ningshuang looked at him so nervous, feeling Zhao Xingde's heartbeat in his palm. She knew that these words were not said to coax her, but more of a kind of catharsis that had been accumulated for a long time. Gradually, she was a little annoyed and even more ashamed. She lowered her head in the moonlight, as if she was ashamed of doing something wrong. She held his hand, and gradually became sweaty in the palm of her hand. She remembered that when she was in Liaodong, he was also so nervous and blamed herself. She remembered that on the deck of farewell, she asked him, "Are you moved?" The spark at that moment.

The sound of gongs and drums on the shore gradually became less and the evening breeze strodes the sea, and the tide gently pats the boat's side.

At this moment, a light dizzy appeared on the woman's cheek. "Stay here, don't go back." Zhao Xingde was stunned. She gritted her teeth and looked up at his eyes. "You always say sorry to us, have you ever thought that if you continue to get so entangled, we will all get old. I don't care about Zhao Huan's affairs. Sister Li agrees with us. The bracelet given to me by my sister is the betrothal gift for you. Don't refuse to admit it... Dashi is thousands of miles away. When you leave, you will not know when to return to the Central Plains. I want a child, my child and your child."

"Ningshuang..." Zhao Xingde murmured, looking at the woman's slightly red cheeks, her eyes clear and charming.

The study room was where Han Ningshuang held a letter of office. In front was the Baihu Hall where the generals discussed affairs. He carried her into the bedroom behind.

Han Ningshuang looked at Zhao Xingde quietly, and then closed her eyes. Everything seemed to be destined, the moonlight shone on the sea. The half-light and half-dark lights and the water shadows shook slightly, and the two hugged and kissed each other, gasping for breath, and buried their heads in front of his broad chest. He felt the softness, smelled her familiar breath, and his breathing was intertwined, and love. Yu was lingering. The bedroom was full of beams and pillars, caisson brackets, arches were filled with countless reliefs, pictures of generals traveling, cloud patterns, peonies, lotus, but the most eye-catching are hundreds of statues of boys. The boys or boys or kids rode kirins, holding lotus, playing with goldfish, holding pens, holding books, holding ingots, or slapped their hands and cheered. Boys and girls all opened their eyes open innocently.

Dongfang showed a pale white, the curtains were opened, and the fresh sea breeze poured into the cabin with golden light, blowing away the joy of last night. Zhao Xingde opened his eyes. If it weren't for the fragrance of the brocade quilt on the pillow, he would have almost thought that this traceless spring dream, and in a blink of an eye he saw Han Ningshuang's long black hair. Han Ningshuang was sitting in front of the dressing table with black hair, looking back and smiling, and he felt at ease. The good women of this era, no matter how unbearable they were, would definitely get up before their husbands. Usually when men woke up, women had already prepared breakfast, dressed up and then finished things, and were dedicated to serving their husbands to get up. Li Ruoxue, Zhao Huan, and Han Ningshuang were the same. Thinking of this, Zhao Xingde felt a little ashamed, and his eyes were regaining the body of the jade man sitting in front of the dressing table.

"What are you looking at?" Han Ningshuang was a little embarrassed and spat, "What's the best thing?"

"It's just good-looking." Zhao Xingde smiled, sat up, reached out to hold her soft-yi in his hand, and continued to boldly stare at the beauty's blush that had not yet faded. After crossing that boundary, the man's actions became much more presumptuous. Han Ningshuang asked with a smile: "Is it so comfortable to touch my hand?" Zhao Xingde nodded honestly. His beautiful face was so close that he felt a little dry. His open chest was slightly up and down, allowing the sea breeze to lick the sweat stains. She pulled out her hand and buttoned the buttons in his middle.

"Except for Sister Li and Zhao Huan," Han Ningshuang said softly: "If you touch other women, I will definitely cut off your hands with my own hands."

"No," Zhao Xingde smiled awkwardly, "If that's the case, God will not be able to do it..." Before she finished speaking, her mouth was covered by her.

"The person who wants to go out to sea," Han Ningshuang gave him a blank look and said hatefully: "What are you making random oaths."

"If that's the case," she said hatefully, "No God has to punish you, I naturally want you to regret it."

This grand ceremony was the flower she prepared for herself. But after everything was a foregone conclusion, she was a little confused and a little lost. The sea breeze gently blew at the end of her hair, and Han Ningshuang turned her head to look at Zhao Xingde. His eyes were burning. For some reason, Han Ningshuang felt ashamed and whispered: "No!" She glared at him fiercely, and then looked outside.

It was a quiet morning. White seabirds soared in the blue sky, occasionally passing by the shallow sea water, carrying fish and shrimps to the cliffs on the shore. The green mountains and green waters gradually showed their beautiful figures in the morning light. The beaches on the shore still had the mess of the banquet last night, and the air was filled with the breath of fireworks.

Last night, most of the navy generals were sleeping soundly in a hangover. No one noticed whether General Zhao returned to the camp.

Du Chujiao got up too early and took a group of fangs to make sure there was no trouble in the camp. Along the way, he received many red eggs from people. Occasionally, someone asked about the general, and he said in an unfathomable tone: "The general is dealing with important matters, so disturbances are strictly prohibited." On this bright morning, countless people got up late, and the Han Army General's Mansion was polite to the military and civilians, and gave all the married regiments ten days off. The regiments on duty received big red envelopes, everyone had a smile on their faces, and there was also a hint of joy in the thin morning mist.

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In Luoyang, Sima Zhangding marched to visit the wife of Wuchang. Seeing a carriage parked outside the mansion, Zhangding couldn't help but frown.

This carriage was a Grand Secretary named Zhang Ruzhou. Zhang Ruzhou was from Chiyang. He was a tax collector and became an official. He wrote a lot in the review of account books. He was specially promoted to Grand Secretary by the Bachelor's Office. He once talked about arts with Li Ruoxue, but he was shocked at that time. In order to attract scholars from Guandong, the Prime Minister specially selected Grand Secretary from the Bachelor's Office to give lectures. Zhang Ruzhou was one of them. It happened that after Li Ruoxue returned to Luoyang for some reason, because the two were colleagues of the Bachelor's Office, the man was flattered everywhere and was a little low. Zhang Ruzhou stuck up like a candy, visited him every few days, and picked up some topics that Li Ruoxue liked to discuss.

This move made the Military Office quite dissatisfied. If it weren't for the Grand Secretary of Zhang Ruzhou, he would have taught him a lesson from him. Because the five palaces checked and balanced each other, Zhang Ruzhou himself was also very smart, and he was the guise of studying academic research between bachelors, making the Military Office look down on the mouse and avoided the weapons.

In the flower hall of the Hou Mansion, Li Ruoxue had a green cloth bag, a plain shirt and a skirt. If she wore a white flower, she would be almost like a widowed woman. Her face was cold and had a unique charming temperament. Zhang Ruzhou swallowed a mouthful of saliva and smiled and said with a smile: "Sir Li, I have finally found this Tang Dynasty jade pot for my brother. I don't know the authenticity. My junior has lived in Luoyang for a long time and knows the study of gold and stone. Please do it for you to identify it."

On the wooden table in the middle of the flower hall, a white jade pot with mutton fat flashed in the sky.

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Chapter completed!