Cui Yourong's body and bones were all soft, and he leaned into his arms.

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

At this moment, there were blood stains on the face, but the soft color had faded, and the atmosphere was changing.

Cui Yourong lost consciousness until his body and bones became hot. One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Then he quickly stood up, tidied up his appearance, and said in a serious voice:

"Young master lost."

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

What a win!

With the beauty in his arms, he finally realized what the word "soft rice" means...

At the same time, he also figured out the true function of the dot panel.

As long as you start to practice Qi Condensation or a certain formation skill, you can add points. It is fast at the beginning and slow at the later stage. To reach the full level, you need to break a simple opportunity... It is similar to the real practice experience, but the difficulty is reduced by a thousand times.

In this way, Chen Yanjun increased his physical skills to the full level in just a few days!

The feeling of reaching the pinnacle of physical skills is like standing on the top of a mountain. When you are introspecting, you are as floating as a fairy, and when you stand upright, you are as thick as a mountain.

Standing tall on the sky and the earth, integrated into one body.

He felt that even if he was a mortal now, he would definitely be able to fight a ninth-grade warrior.

Chen Yanjun was in a good mood. He took out the wine bottle and drank heavily.

This is the spiritual wine Xiaoyue sent last night, which can warm the body and heal internal injuries. He didn't drink it at the time, so he kept it in the inventory.

At the moment, he felt like he was standing on the top of a mountain, reaching the top of a mountain, with a beautiful woman by his side and fine wine in his throat. With such a beautiful scenery on such a good time, he couldn't help but look up at the moon, lowered his head and looked at the moon again, and sighed casually:

"When will the bright moon come? I will drink wine and ask the sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky."

It wasn't until he noticed the shocked look on his wife's face that he realized that he had unintentionally become a copycat.

Cui Yourong frowned and said nothing, thinking about the strange poem just now.

It's like a long haiku or a song. Although the number of words is uneven, it has a unique rhythm.

If the word "gong" is added to form a quatrain, it will lose its balance, as if it has lost its soul.

What's more, with just four sentences, the meaning of the moon is high and broad. Even if it was placed in the prosperous era of poetry five hundred years ago, it would not be inferior to everyone's image.

It can be seen that Mr. Chen has a deep hidden secret. In fact, his writing skills are very strong, just like his physical skills, which are eclectic and versatile.

Cui Yourong listened to the rhyme of his poem and it seemed that there were a few more lines after it, so he kept waiting quietly.

But Chen Yanjun was embarrassed to copy it again.

Saying that it was written by a future person, Master Su, or falsely claiming that it was written by an ancient anecdote may be considered by the lady as a deliberate excuse, hiding one's strength, or being pretentious.

Thinking about it this way, I confidently became a copywriter.

"It's rare for you to be in a good mood. If you make a joke casually, the lady will laugh."

Cui Yourong smiled and shook her head. She had very little knowledge in poetry and was embarrassed to comment on the young master's poems, so as not to make her laugh.

Seeing that Mr. Chen was injured, he still had an unprecedented aura, which was rare even among high-level martial artists.

She immediately called Xiaoyue over.

When Xiaoyue saw Chen Yanjun covered in blood, she was so frightened that her face turned pale and she dared not speak.

"Xiaoyue takes the young master to the marrow washing spring to heal his wounds."

"yes!"

On the way, Xiaoyue saw Chen Yanjun walking lightly but landing heavily. She realized that the injury was not serious, so she said with a smile:

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

puff--

Chen Yanjun spurted out a mouthful of blood and sprinkled it all over Xiao Yue.

"Ah, now this slave has to heal his injuries too."

The marrow-washing spring can cleanse the marrow and heal wounds. The preparations are just different.

Chen Yanjun's blood stained the pool red.

The mist is thick and the night is sultry, as if you are soaking in a woman's arms.

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

Xiaoyue was preparing medicine for Chen Yanjun to clean his body.

She fantasized about getting into the pool together to wash away the blood on her body, but she didn't dare to go first, lest she be trapped in the well.

Chen Yanjun soaked in the spring until dawn. The injuries inside and outside his body were almost healed, and he could no longer feel any pain.

After eating some snacks and drinking wine and tea, all fatigue was gone.

At dawn, I went back to my room and lay down.

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

Listening to Qiu Zhuo's tone before, it seems that other reinforcements have also been brought in.

That's all, he was going to sleep off.

unless……

…

There were six steps for people in the Tang Dynasty to get married.

They are called the Six Rituals, which are: accepting gifts, asking for names, accepting gifts, accepting invitations, asking for appointments, and personally welcoming.

The Zhang family starts directly from step four.

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

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

Although in the Xianwu era, most of the six wedding ceremony procedures were simplified, I have never seen anyone jump directly to the fourth step of accepting the wedding without the matchmaker's words.

There were six people in the Zhang family's marriage proposal team. They did not go through Nanxianfang Street, but came in through the west gate.

The six people were Mr. Zhang himself, the matchmaker arranged by the Cui family, Mr. Zhang’s mother, Mr. Zhang’s grandmother, and the two attendants who drove the car.

Six large boxes of betrothal gifts were carried: high-quality cotton, gold, two spiritual beasts, high-quality jade, and eight thousand spiritual jade, totaling eight million yuan.

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

Because of the support of Eunuch Qiu, who had power over the government and the opposition, and Mrs. Cui's nod, the Zhang family came to propose the marriage with a condescending attitude.

Even Mr. Zhang himself came to see how the bride was doing in advance.

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

Cui Yourong himself, Xiao Yue, Butler Lei, Aunt Feng and two servants.

Du Qingchuan had not been seen for several days, and Du Qiuzhao went to the palace to seek refuge. However, the Du family's relatives were far away in Luoyang, and they were not notified at all.

This simple welcome lineup, combined with the etiquette of the Zhang family, is like a sleeping dragon and a phoenix.

Cui Yourong opened the door to welcome the guests and said respectfully:

"You've met Mrs. Zhang. There are many things going on during the Cold Food Festival, and I've missed you from afar."

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

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

Yes, Eunuch Qiu became a eunuch in the palace after he got married and had children... This matter was a secret before, but by the time the world knew it, Eunuch Qiu had already wielded power in the government and no one could touch him.

As for how a wet nurse was able to practice Zen and marry into the Zhang family after reaching the sixth level of cultivation, there are widespread rumors, but 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 control the situation today.

As soon as she entered the door, she glanced around and saw that the Cui family was too simple to welcome guests. The old lady felt unhappy, her eyes were slightly cold, and she said calmly:

"In the Xianwu era, there were not so many things to pay attention to, and it was no longer possible to avoid etiquette."

The middle-aged woman with a stout figure and fashionable clothes beside her is Mr. Zhang’s mother. She and Cui Yourong have been practicing in the Imperial College for several years at the same time, and they can be regarded as half classmates.

"You're fine, you're fine. You've become younger again in the past few years."

Cui Yourong nodded briefly and said:

"Not half as elegant as Mrs. Zhang."

When her husband was still alive, she called Mrs. Zhang nothing wrong with her, but when Mrs. Zhang called her "Rong Rong", she showed a little bit of her dignity when she called her "Mrs. Zhang".

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

"Why haven't I seen anyone from the Du family?"

Cui Yourong said:
To be continued...