The soft-waisted princess was pinched and pampered by the ascetic prince after her rebirth

Chapter 571 Why don’t you marry someone back home?

After leaving the village, Qin Ming drove on the country road. Shen Ruzhou nestled in Bei Xiuyan's arms. He could hear his strong heartbeat and felt unprecedented solidity and peace of mind.

"Your Majesty, I seem to hear joy?" Shen Ruzhou vaguely heard the noise of gongs and drums outside and raised his head and asked.

People who practice martial arts at the Northern Xiu Banquet have very good ears and hear more clearly, "It is indeed joyful. Someone should be holding a happy event in front of me."

Shen Ruzhou put his hand on Bei Xiuyan's palm, intertwined their fingers with his, and said with a somewhat self-deprecating smile: "I'm almost an old girl, and I don't know when I can get married?"

A trace of tenderness flashed in Bei Xiuyan's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "It's almost time. Once I convince Master to hide my true identity, I will go to the Emperor to request a marriage for us."

Shen Ruzhou couldn't hide the joy on his face when he heard Bei Xiuyan's words.

Bei Xiuyan secretly glanced at the person in his arms, pretended to be angry, and said in a deep voice: "I remember that when you got married before, you took the initiative to ask for the marriage."

Shen Ruzhou's cheeks turned slightly red, and she defended in a low voice: "I was stupid at that time. I just wanted to get married quickly and didn't think much about it." She glanced at Bei Xiuyan secretly, wondering if he still cared about this matter.

Bei Xiuyan smiled slightly. He knew Shen Ruzhou's temperament well, so he stopped teasing her, "Then you have to think clearly this time."

"I've thought it through a long time ago." Shen Ruzhou rubbed his head in Bei Xiuyan's arms, "Your Majesty is the best husband in the world, and being able to marry you is a blessing from my previous life."

Bei Xiuyan reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, his eyes filled with crushed starlight, delicate and gentle. His big hands wrapped around Shen Ruzhou's slender waist, and he lifted her up hard and placed him on his knees.

A deep kiss fell suddenly. After Shen Ruzhou was briefly stunned, he closed his eyes and became completely intoxicated.

While he was talking, the carriage had arrived at a small village, with red silk hanging high and joy filling his ears.

There are only three or four families here, and they are very hospitable. When Qin Ming said that he wanted to rest here, he quickly cleaned up the room and warmly invited everyone to attend his son's wedding banquet.

Shen Ruzhou had never seen a wedding held in the countryside, and he wanted to join in the fun, so he agreed with a smile.

She held Bei Xiuyan's hand and squeezed into the crowd, watching the newlyweds worship heaven and earth. Although the conditions in the countryside were simple and there were not too many rituals, the festive atmosphere infected everyone present.

Everyone kept shouting congratulations, "May they be together for a hundred years, and may you have a son soon."

When Shen Ruzhou heard about giving birth to a child, Mr. Dongfang's words rang in her ears again, and the tips of her ears turned red.

Bei Xiuyan looked sideways at her as if he was feeling something, and said with a smile: "I am congratulating others, why are you blushing?"

"Who's blushing?" Shen Ruzhou said coquettishly and tilted his head.

After the ceremony, Li Zheng invited everyone to sit down. Bei Xiuyan sat down on a long bench. When the groom came to propose a toast, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. He was very happy.

Shen Ruzhou took out a piece of silver and put it on the tray to express his happiness. Seeing this, Xipo smiled from ear to ear, her eyes darting back and forth between Shen Ruzhou and Bei Xiuyan. Then she took out a red thread and handed it over, "This is a return gift. Girl, tie it on your wrist. This good thing is close."

"Thank you, grandma." Shen Ruzhou accepted with a smile.

She put the red string on the wrist of her left hand and tied it with her right hand, but found that she couldn't fix it. While they were fighting with each other, Bei Xiuyan reached over and helped her tie a knot.

The two of them were acting affectionately, and Satomasa saw it and couldn't help but touch his white beard and asked, "This girl must be the young master's sweetheart, right?"

Suddenly being asked so straightforwardly, Bei Xiuyan remained calm and composed, holding Shen Ruzhou's hand, and replied solemnly and calmly: "I am so happy with her, I am so intoxicated."

Li Zheng asked again: "Then why don't you marry him and go home?"

If it were in the court hall, Beixiu Banquet would have many ways to talk things around, but here, facing the simple mountain people he had never met before, he didn't need to hide his feelings, and his eyes were full of emotion.

"I want to get married, but now I have encountered some difficult things to do. When the marriage is successful, I will definitely marry her with the right etiquette and a clear matchmaker, and I will never wrong her in the slightest."

These words were spoken to Li Zheng, and they were also a promise to Shen Ruzhou. She held his hand back, feeling the heat in his palm, and the tenderness of her pulses traveling along her meridians throughout her body.

Li Zheng smiled heartily and said: "This is what a man should do." After saying that, he raised his wine bowl in greeting. Beixiu Yan also picked up the wine bowl, touched it with Li Zheng, and drank heavily.

It was not until midnight that the banquet broke up. Shen Ruzhou and Bei Xiuyan rested in the room arranged by Li Zheng. After driving all day, she was so exhausted that she fell on the bed and fell asleep soon after.

Not long after, there was a noise outside. Shen Ruzhou turned over impatiently and reached to the side with her hand. Unexpectedly, she found nothing. She suddenly woke up and opened her eyes to see that the side of the bed was empty.

Shen Ruzhou sat up and was about to call someone, but he found Bei Xiuyan standing by the window, holding a sword in his hand, staring at the movement outside through the crack of the window with full of vigilance.