Everyone agreed that writing poems and pairs would definitely stump Qingfeng.

However, they all forgot that Qingfeng was indeed a martial arts servant, but he was the personal servant of the famous Feng Sangong.

Who in the world doesn't know that Young Master Feng is unparalleled in beauty, a gentleman, and knowledgeable, and that he is the proud disciple of the great Confucian scholar of our time?

I have been serving Mr. Feng San since I was a child, and I can even write a few poems and poems under his influence.

Besides, Qingfeng is not only his personal servant, but also Feng Jinxing's right-hand man. He studied and read with him since he was a child. He is also considered a disciple of the great Confucian scholar. When he grew up, he helped him deal with many things.

If Qingfeng was not a slave, if he took the scientific examination, it would not be a problem to pass the exam.

As a result, Qingfeng blurted out three poems without even frowning, and there were still some unfinished meanings.

Sassoon said, "He must have prepared in advance, giving red envelopes, giving red envelopes!"

Qingfeng smiled lightly and ordered someone to bring out the prepared purse.

Sassoon opened the door and came to grab the red envelopes with his little sisters laughing and joking.

Qingfeng took advantage of the door to open and rushed in. Under the cheers of everyone, he ran towards Zhuyue's room!

"Hey! Stop!" Sassoon stamped his feet. They wanted to guard Zhuyue's door and let the groom pass the test!

However, they were just anxious because Qingfeng had a martial arts meeting. When they arrived running, Qingfeng had already carried Zhuyue, who was dressed in a red wedding dress, out of the room.

Sassoon pinched his waist and laughed: "You are stealing a bride!"

Someone booed: "Haha! You're snatching the bride!"

Qingfeng smiled and showed his big white teeth, "If you can marry such a good wife, of course you have to steal her!"

With that said, he strode towards the main hall of Prince Xuan's Mansion.

Zhuyue was a secret guard, and she immediately smelled the smell of trauma medicine and blood on his body. However, she couldn't see anything due to the red hijab.

Qingfeng asked with concern in his ear: "What's wrong with you? Are you injured?"

Qingfeng said with joy on his face: "On the way, the official team escorting the Yue County Sheriff was attacked. I helped. I suffered a small injury on my arm. It's okay!"

Zhuyue said coquettishly: "Who told you to meddle in other people's business? It doesn't matter? Why do I smell the strong smell of blood?"

Qingfeng said nonchalantly: "Maybe the wound opened again because I hugged you hard."

"You..." Zhuyue felt distressed, "Let me down quickly!"

"Don't let me go, don't let me go, I won't let you go! I won't let you go for the rest of my life!" Qingfeng held her arm tighter.

Mo Wen was walking aside, and when he heard his silly brother's words, the corners of his lips twitched.

When a woman gets married, her brother will carry her. It was originally planned that he would carry Zhu Yue, but now Qingfeng carries it himself.

When they arrived at the main hall, Shangguan Ruoli and Dongming Ziyu were sitting there in formal attire. If there were parents, the ones sitting in the main seats would be the parents.

Mo Wen said loudly: "The newlywed bids farewell to the master!"

Zhuyue's nose felt sour, she broke away from Qingfeng's arms, knelt on the ground, choked and said: "Master... I bid farewell to you, Master, Princess..."

Thousands of words were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

She was an orphan, grew up in a secret guard camp, and was cold and ruthless. Ever since she followed the princess, her cold heart gradually melted, and she developed emotions and desires.

Shangguan Ruoli is also a little reluctant to let go. He is loyal to her month by month and goes through life and death for her. His relationship has gone beyond the relationship between master and servant.

"From today on, you are Qingfeng's daughter-in-law. Prince Xuan's Mansion is your natal family. If Qingfeng makes you wronged, I and the prince will make the decision for you!"

"Thank you, Princess!" Zhuyue choked and kowtowed.

Qingfeng looked at Shangguan Ruoli pleadingly. On this occasion, shouldn't he say something to tell Zhuyue to abide by women's ethics, respect her husband, and give birth to a fat son for him as soon as possible? Then wish them a happy marriage and a loving husband and wife for a hundred years?

This princess is acting unreasonably! Why is she supporting Zhuyue?

Shangguan Ruoli saw Qingfeng's resentment and said with a smile: "I wish you a loving couple and a long life! If you have two in three years, you will have more children and more happiness!"

Qingfeng smiled and showed his big white teeth, that's right!

Dongming Ziyu did not say any words of blessing, but smiled lightly and said: "I asked Mo Wen to bring a team of guards to the wedding."

Originally there were people delivering weddings, but something happened on the road, so it would be better to send more people.

Qingfeng and Zhuyue kowtow to express gratitude.

When Mo Wen saw blood seeping out of Qingfeng's arm, he said first, "Let my brother carry Zhu Yue on his back and get on the sedan chair."

Qingfeng smiled and said, "I'll hold it myself!"

As he spoke, amidst the cheers of the crowd, he picked up Zhuyue again, and strode toward the gate with large strides surrounded by the crowd.

Amidst the crackling sound of firecrackers, Zhuyue was carried onto a horse-drawn sedan.

Boxes after boxes of dowry were also carried on the carriage, and the young men and maids delivering the wedding were all wearing brand new clothes.

A lot of copper coins were thrown at the people who were watching the excitement, and the people cheered and looted.

The procession to welcome the bride has started a long way away, and the lively people are still following behind.

The Linzhou side was even more lively, because Feng Jinxing wanted to hand over the business of Linzhou and Xuanwang fiefdom to Qingfeng, and invited the local shopkeepers and business partners over, taking this opportunity to get acquainted with them all.

Therefore, Qingfeng, the groom's official, has a big social scene today, with many people to socialize with, and a lot of wine to drink.

I had to pretend to be drunk before I returned to my new house. I sat on the bed, holding my clothes with sweaty hands, nervously holding on to my clothes.

Seeing Qingfeng being helped in like a puddle of drunken mud, he hurriedly got up and picked him up, and said to the two maids who were accompanying him: "Bring me the brewed hangover soup!"

Qingfeng leaned against Zhuyue and waved his hand, "No, you all get out!"

The two little maids blushed and hurriedly stepped back and helped close the door.

Zhuyue reached out to take off his clothes and complained: "Why are you still drinking when you are injured?"

Qingfeng grabbed her hand and said, "Madam, are you so anxious about the wedding?"

"Are you not drunk?" Zhuyue's pretty face turned red, "I'm just looking at your wounds!"

She was so busy today that she didn't have time to check his wounds.

He slyly reached out and pinched Zhuyue's nose, and then chuckled: "Don't ask me to take anti-alcohol medicine before drinking. You can't delay the wedding, right?"

Zhuyue glared at him angrily, then helped him unbuckle his belt, "How badly are you injured? Are you still thinking about this?"

"It's just that I can't use my arms hard, it's okay." Qingfeng subconsciously stepped back, his ears feeling slightly hot, "I'll do it myself."

He reached out to unbuckle his belt, but was unexpectedly slapped away by Zhuyue.

Zhuyue looked at him displeased and said, "I can see your injuries, but I won't knock you down. What are you afraid of?"

Qingfeng stood there stiffly, not daring to resist any longer. She moved very quickly and had already untied his robe as she spoke.

"Ahem..." Zhuyue almost choked on his own saliva.

Because when she saw that bulging ball, it turned up insincerely...
Chapter completed!