Chapter 239: How to have a wedding night? Please tell me in detail
Chapter 239: How to have a wedding night? Please tell me in detail
Yanhong suddenly gritted her teeth and said with a firm look: "Even if it's him, I will still marry him, because I have nothing else to repay him with."
First grade: "..."
His expression changed several times in a row. What did he mean by "even if it was him"! What's wrong with me? I just got a little fatter, which means I'm eating well! My eyes are just a little smaller, but I've already opened them as wide as possible.
Doctor Bian's expression also changed, and he murmured to himself, "It turns out that it doesn't have to be me."
Chuyi: "Brother Bian, are you okay?"
He stared at Yanhong fiercely, what a hateful female ghost! She actually played with the hearts of two men with just a few words.
"You actually played with two men's hearts!"
It’s out, it’s out.
The grievances were vented.
However, whether it was Doctor Bian, the ghost Yanhong, or Tan Wenjie, they all looked at him with the same gaze, as if to say, "Stop it, don't take it personally."
hateful!
It was decided that he would use the cinnabar divine fire and thunder cannon to kill demons and slay her until her soul flew to pieces, in order to seek justice for his heart which had been inexplicably humiliated.
Tan Wenjie: "Then you are really hungry."
First grade: "..."
Aren't you here to catch ghosts? Why are both humans and ghosts hurting themselves?
Chuyi decided to take the initiative to end the extremely insulting and offensive topic: "Although the ghost here is not Ksitigarbha Ghost King, the ghost on the other side must be him. We have to rush over to help that senior."
Yanhong took the opportunity to say, "You want to deal with the Ksitigarbha Ghost King? He is very powerful, you are definitely not his opponent. Let me go with you, I will help you."
Tan Wenjie kicked Doctor Bian away, rushed forward and slapped her hard on the forehead.
He grabbed Yanhong's head with his left hand and lifted her up, then grabbed Yanhong's ankle with his right hand and slammed her against his knee.
Fold in half, then in half again.
The female ghost was like a quilt, being folded in half again and again by him, and she had no power to fight back.
Finally it shrinks into a small ball.
He pulled out a roll of plastic wrap from his pocket and wrapped it up.
Finish work.
You are so weak yet you still want to help. You don’t know your own limitations.
"Let's go!"
Chuyi woke up as if from a dream: "Oh!"
But after walking a few steps, he stopped and said to Doctor Bian, "Brother Bian, this shouldn't be the first time a female ghost has returned a favor to you, right?"
Doctor Bian nodded somewhat embarrassedly, but still tried to explain for the other party: "Yanhong, she really..."
"I don't know if she's a good ghost, but she's been tormenting you many times. Now your forehead is black. You're definitely going to get seriously ill. You might even lose many years of your life. Now that things have come to this, I hope you really don't care about what she did to you."
Sleeping with a beautiful female ghost and offering her your body to her is something no one can refuse. However, sleeping with her a few times will shorten your life by many years, so the meaning is different.
Doctor Bian was left alone to think about life.
On the other hand, Ksitigarbha the Ghost King has begun to doubt the life of ghosts.
He didn't expect that he would encounter such a scary family when kidnapping a girl. It didn't seem like they wanted to harm anyone, but more like they set a trap and waited for him to fall into it.
And each one was more ruthless than the other. After he was resurrected, he had just killed a few people and recovered some strength, but was chopped out by Tan Wenjie and Ao Tianlong with their swords and knives.
His chest bulged, and the Ghost King's heart inside was beating wildly, as if ready to escape at any time. The heart of Ksitigarbha Ghost King was not one with himself. Whenever there was fatal danger, the heart would abandon the body and choose to retain a glimmer of chance to escape.
Ksitigarbha had the same feeling when facing Tan Wenjie and Ao Tianlong before.
"We can't care about the Maimen for now."
"We can't stay around here for long."
Ksitigarbha the Ghost King tried to find another woman to restore his strength, and then escape from Happy Town completely. The world is so big, there is always a place for Ksitigarbha the Ghost King to stay.
Be sure to stay away from those two evil stars.
The sound of running footsteps was heard.
Ksitigarbha Ghost King's face suddenly changed when he saw Ao Tianlong rushing towards him.
It's so scary.
Escape underground.
Ao Tianlong, who already knew the methods of Ksitigarbha Ghost King, quickly swung out the Supreme Nine Kings Demon-Slaying Sword. With a flash of cold light, Ksitigarbha Ghost King was nailed to the ground with his chest pierced through, with half of his body buried in the ground.
"Want to run?"
He clasped his hands together, rushed to the front of Ksitigarbha the Ghost King, drew Tai Chi in the air and then poked a finger between the Ghost King's eyebrows.
"Boom."
The Ghost King tilted his head back and raised a pair of ghost claws to try to take the opportunity to sneak attack Ao Tianlong, but he didn't expect his body to make a crackling sound.
Ao Tianlong took off a small Tai Chi seal from the hilt of the sword and flicked it lightly, and the Ghost King's body exploded on the spot.
Tan Wenjie and others had just arrived.
"Senior, you are so awesome!" Chuyi was generous with his praise.
He felt very sorry that he did not meet Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, otherwise he would have definitely demonstrated his strength.
Unfortunately, his flattery skills are a little lacking, because he doesn't mean it sincerely, so instead of making people feel proud, it sounds like they are being scolded in a sarcastic manner.
If Ao Ningshuang was present at this time, she would definitely praise him sincerely and in a proud tone, but unfortunately her married daughter now likes to praise her husband more.
Ao Tianlong looked at Tan Wenjie and found that Tan Wenjie was looking for something on the spot.
"Ajie, what's wrong?"
"Ksitigarbha Ghost King was destroyed in a battle with the predecessors of the Mai Clan more than 200 years ago, but he has been resurrected now." Tan Wenjie said, "He must have mastered some kind of escape method. He was able to escape last time, so he will definitely be able to escape this time."
We cannot assume that the predecessors of the Mayi Sect are also weak just because Chuyi is not strong. A sect that has been passed down for more than 200 years must have real skills.
"Aren't you being too cautious?" Chuyi asked.
Ao Tianlong nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed, we have to be on guard."
The two men sank down and soon found an ugly, slowly beating heart. Without the support of a body, the Ghost King's heart lay motionless and was pierced through by Tan Wenjie with a machete and then picked up.
There was no escape. Perhaps Ksitigarbha's heart was now completely unconscious.
Tan Wenjie shook his wrist and the Ghost King's heart was split open.
It took less than an hour from the time when Ksitigarbha the Ghost King stopped him on the road to the time when he was completely defeated. When Tan Wenjie and Ao Tianlong rushed back, Fei Bao had already prepared a new sedan chair.
"Mr. Liao has property in Happy Town. When we learned that you needed a sedan chair, we immediately sent it to you."
"Master Liao?"
Tan Wenjie thought about it and it seemed that he was the richest man in a certain village or town, and was a lower-level supplier of the Tan family's business.
Even though Tan Wenjie is not very serious about doing business, in a metaphysical world, doing business can never compare to Feng Shui and God's blessing. When all the calculations are in vain, one will realize that worshiping God is the right way.
"Master Liao is also nearby?"
When he married a concubine, he did not invite many friends and guests. He only invited some acquaintances nearby. There was no need to invite those who lived farther away.
"Correct."
"Go and send an invitation to come to my house for a drink at the wedding."
The team reorganized.
“Beat the gongs and drums!”
"Let's go!"
……
Tanjia Town, Tan Mansion.
Mao Shanming, who was ready to eat, opened a small iron can, put some hair oil on his fingers and rubbed it on his head, then combed his hair back with a comb.
This was something he had seen by chance when he was traveling around to make a living. Many successful people like to put hair oil on their heads.
"Uncle Ming, hurry up, new clothes!"
In the room, Dabao and Xiaobao couldn't stand Mao Shanming's admiring himself in front of the mirror. No matter how he dressed up, his face looked like he was going into the mountains to cut trees.
"Oh, you really are!"
Mao Shanming grabbed a piece of clothing from the basket and put it into the brazier, only to find that the brazier seemed a little small.
He rolled up the paper clothes in the basket and stuffed them into the brazier, then lit them with a match.
"Today's clothes are all arranged by Mr. Tan. All the ghosts in the Tan Mansion have a share. You have to work hard, do you understand?" Mao Shanming saw it very clearly. He now had to rely on Dabao and Xiaobao for his retirement.
I used to be unlucky when I was with ghosts, but that’s no longer the case after coming to the Tan family. Mr. Tan can control it.
Traveling around and going hungry one day and having a full meal the next can never compare to the good life of the Tan family.
"I understand, Uncle Ming, we respect Mr. Tan very much." Dabao and Xiaobao said in unison.
"We'll have a big dinner later. I'll take you to eat." As he was speaking, the flame in the brazier went out. Dabao went over and took out a piece of clothing while it was still hot.
"Xiaobao, this is yours." It was a small size piece of clothing.
Then he fished out another one.
"Hey, this one is mine."
The two ghosts opened their clothes and tried to fit themselves, looking aggrieved.
"Uncle Ming, your clothes are wrinkled."
The clothes that had just been crumpled up by Mao Shanming naturally became wrinkled after being burned.
"It's really troublesome. I'll heat an iron for you and you can iron your hair yourself." Mao Shanming heated up another iron and then concentrated on fixing his hairstyle in front of the mirror.
There was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Mao Shanming asked.
"it's me."
"Ah, it's Little Red Girl!"
Mao Shanming's eyes lit up and he quickly opened the door.
The female ghost Xiaohong stood outside the door with a gentle smile on her face.
Although the other party is a ghost, he has a very high status, and Xiaohong has the temperament of a lady from a noble family. A wandering peasant like Mao Shanming admires families with scholars the most and will unconsciously feel inferior to them.
"I'm here to take Dabao and Xiaobao to the banquet." Xiaohong explained, "It's not convenient for them to eat at the same table with you."
"Yes, yes, Miss Red is right!"
Mao Shanming came to the front yard of the Tan Mansion where the banquet was held. There were already many people standing in the spacious courtyard, and everyone was waiting for Tan Wenjie to come back.
"Second uncle!" When Mao Shanming saw his second uncle, he immediately went over to greet him.
This is Mr. Tan’s master, he must be respected.
Others such as Zhu Dachang, Xiaohai, Afang, Xiaoyue, Axing and others were all waiting.
There are red envelopes and big dinners for happy events, so it’s worth it either way.
Zhu Dachang watched his second uncle and Mao Shanming chatting aside, and looked at the few people scratching their heads, especially when he heard them talking about the bridal chamber, he chuckled.
Some of them have had sex before, but they are like blind men groping in the dark. Zhu Dachang had been with Ma Linxiang for a while in his early years. Although he didn't have the courage to do it for real, he drank wine and had sex many times to satisfy his desire.
Very good at paper talk.
"Bridal chamber?" Zhu Dachang drew out the word, immediately attracting the attention of several people.
"Brother Dachang, what is a bridal chamber?" Xiao Hai asked subconsciously.
The maid in the Tan mansion was very beautiful. She was relatively honest among her fellow apprentices and only dared to take a peek at him. She was a very curious young boy.
The others also looked at Zhu Dachang.
Zhu Dachang is old and has a fiancée, so he must be very experienced.
"This is a physiological question. You asked it very cleverly. First of all, both men and women will be in a very excited state. After a period of foreplay, the man will put his..."
"His what?"
"His belt was untied."
"Oh——!"
Zhu Dachang said in a long tone: "Then he will give the bride's piece..."
"What's that?"
"The red veil was lifted, and then they..."
"So what?"
"Let's start the bridal chamber."
"Tsk!"
Several people looked at Zhu Dachang with contempt, as he had kept them in suspense for so long but he didn't say anything useful.
Zhu Dachang hummed complacently, these guys are really interesting.
"I'm coming!"
The sound of firecrackers popped from a distance.
Several people rushed out and watched the sedan chair stop. Two maids walked to the front of the sedan chair, carried the bride out, and stepped over the brazier in the Tan Mansion.
The entire Tanjia Town was mobilized, with people surrounding it in three layers inside and outside.
After the wedding ceremony, the two new ladies were sent to the new house in the backyard, each occupying a small courtyard.
However, Tan Wenjie was not so eager to get busy; he wanted to stay and drink.
The banquet was set up in the courtyard of the Tan residence. The lights were turned on, illuminating the courtyard like day.
"Where did you hire this chef from?" someone praised.
"The Tan Mansion is indeed the Tan Mansion. After nightfall, there is no darkness and it is as bright as day."
"Mr. Tan is still young, and now he has married two wives..."
No one thought there was anything wrong with marrying three wives a year. Many of the elders and gentry present did not have much money in their pockets. Not only did they marry four or five wives a year, they also had many concubines outside.
Compared with them, Tan Wenjie was like a vegetarian, he gave up going to brothels and stopped flirting with young girls and wives.
However, after meeting Mrs. Tan, they could understand why Mr. Tan did not go. Who would eat bran when they had white flour at home?
After three rounds of drinking, an old man with a pigtail came up to Tan Wenjie with a wine glass and toasted him.
"Mr. Liao, thank you for your help today." Tan Wenjie clinked glasses with the other party and said with a smile.
Mr. Liao waved his hands repeatedly.
A sedan chair has established a good relationship with Tan Wenjie, it’s so worth it!
This man is a real figure who has power in politics, business and military. He has the Marshal as his support, he is the mayor and has his own armed police force, and he is a wealthy businessman below him.
Others looked at Mr. Liao frequently. If they got involved in business with the Tan family, they would definitely make a fortune.
Tan Wenjie was talking about marriage with Mr. Liao, and the other party mentioned that his 17-year-old son was obsessed with finding immortals and learning Taoism, and was unwilling to get married.
This is the right way.
However, seeking immortality requires both aptitude and fate. Tan Wenjie has gradually departed from the level of ordinary people. He has killed many demons and monsters, but he has yet to obtain the fate of immortality.
Fortunately, it has been less than a year since he traveled through time, so he still has a lot of time to search for the immortal fate.
"I want to become an immortal, I don't want to get married!" A drunken teenager shouted loudly at a table in the distance.
It just so happened that he was at the same table with Ah Xing and Ah Fang, and the group was quite noisy.
No one paid attention to them. It was normal for young people to talk nonsense when they were drunk. Only Mr. Liao felt it was a bit embarrassing.
What kind of god can you be with such a huge fortune?
A gentle voice came from my ear: "Master, I will pour you some wine."
Tan Wenjie turned around and found that it was a beautiful maid. When she met his gaze, she subconsciously took half a step back.
"newcomer?"
"Yes, sir." The maid nodded obediently.
"Go and do some work on the side."
Tan Wenjie waved his hand and didn't let the other party pour the wine.
His own Tan Mansion was like a beehive, with all kinds of demons and monsters gathering here.
He called the housekeeper and asked, "Have you found a new maid?"
"You are going to marry two ladies, so you need to prepare the personal maids and maids for the rough work in advance." The housekeeper noticed Tan Wenjie's gaze, "She is the prettiest one among them. If you are too busy today, let her help in the front, and let the two ladies choose tomorrow."
"She doesn't need to choose." Tan Wenjie said, "Jingjing follows Rourou, so let her follow me."
"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away."
"By the way, gather everyone in the mansion together tomorrow, especially the newcomers." Tan Wenjie reminded again, "No one can be left behind."
For example, Abin and Chuliu look like normal people, but only when Tan Wenjie sees their faces can he know the "story" behind them.
Some people may sneak in passively, and some may sneak in actively, but no matter what, it is safer to pick them out in advance.
"Oh, there's more fun to come."
He looked at Ao Tianlong and Second Uncle, and the Nine Uncle Ao Tianlong version toasted the Nine Uncle Second Uncle version.
"Someone, where's the camera? Bring it here and take a picture!"
The flashing white light startled everyone, but Tan Wenjie was very satisfied.
After being instructed to continue taking photos, Tan Wenjie walked over and saw Uncle Jiu on both sides. It was a pity that the real Uncle Jiu was not there, otherwise he would have successfully collected stamps.
"Father-in-law, Master, look at the camera together and shout with me."
"What to shout?"
"eggplant."
"Why are you shouting this?"
The second uncle said: "I know, that's what Cixi said at the beginning."
"1, 2, 3, eggplant!"
(End of this chapter)