The delicate and charming posture of Yang Xiaojin's fingers on the embroidered couch made Zhou Xuan's mouth a little dry. He smiled and said, "Let's talk about it when you're a bit older." (He quickly looked away) Although he said so, in his heart, he still found it hard to think of this lovely young girl as a thirteen-year-old child. Xiao Xiang was also thirteen years old, but she was a whole head shorter than Yang Xiaojin, and her figure was like a straight stick, unlike Yang Xiaojin's curvaceous beauty!

  Yang Xiao Xuan grasped Zhou Xuan's sleeve tightly and said one word: "Cold."

  Zhou Qizhang thought to himself, "Sleeping alone is so boring. It's not the first time I've slept with this little prostitute anyway. As long as I don't get too carried away, it's fine to just hold her..."

  "Brother-in-law, why have you run here? Hurry back to rest and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow is your big day with Sparrow Miss and Needle Miss, you need to be in top spirits."

  A string of words burst out like popping beans, and the old qualified little maid Xiaoxiang was seen pinching her collar with both hands in fear of the cold, her eyes vigilantly staring at Zhou Xuan and Yang Xiaojin.

  "Xiao Xiang isn't sleeping in her room already?"

  Zhou Xuan thought this was quite ridiculous, and gently patted Yang Xiaoxin's face: "Go to bed early, eat well and sleep well, grow up quickly." He turned around and left the fifth courtyard with Xiao Xiang.

  Xiang added with emphasis: "The two young ladies have intentionally left Xiao Xiang to take care of Master."

  Zhou Xuan snorted, thinking to herself: "You want me to stay and keep an eye on you? I'm afraid of a little maid like you? How ridiculous! However, this little maid Xiao Xiang is quite loyal. When I first arrived at the Qin Manor, only she and Xiao Di treated me well and showed me kindness. It's just that this little maid is too foolishly devoted. She always tries to protect her mistress, even when it comes to conversations between me and the young master or the concubine, this maid really has no sense of propriety!"

  On October 22nd, coinciding with the official holiday, all the officials of Jiangzhou came to the Zhou residence to congratulate them. Even the governor of Fuzhou and the governor of Qizhou sent their subordinates to offer congratulations. This time, Zhou Xuan's wedding was completely different from the previous one, which was a small-scale celebration. It can be said that it was the most grand wedding in Jiangzhou since ancient times. Even the wedding of Lin Changzi five years ago couldn't compare with this one. Because Zhou Xuan liked to make friends, he would associate with anyone who was interesting, regardless of their background. He was a kind and gentle person, never arrogant or impatient, which is why there were so many people coming to congratulate him.

  Until late in the afternoon, Zhou Xuan was like a high-speed spinning top among nearly a thousand guests, usually quite eloquent, but now wishing he had ten more mouths to keep up with the socializing.

  At the appointed time, Zhou Xuan, surrounded by Chen Ji and Sun's brothers, wore a red flowered dress, rode on a fiery red horse with a golden saddle and silver stirrups, followed by two flower palanquins, and then a loud drum and horn band, making a deafening noise. The wedding procession was grand and majestic, blocking the streets and alleys. Along the way, they passed through Jin Feng Fang, Dong Shi, and arrived at the gate of Qin's mansion in Jiu Lian Fang.

  Firecrackers "crackled and popped" for half a day, smoke filled the air. A joyful atmosphere emerged.

  Looking at the gate of the Qin Mansion, Zhou Xuan felt a mix of emotions. Two weddings, worlds apart. The last one was hasty and simple, almost like a farce. Today is truly my big wedding day.

  As soon as they entered the gate, the whole courtyard was filled with ladies-in-waiting, maids and servant girls. These ladies were mostly daughters of officials above the fifth rank in Jiangzhou, who had come to play "kill the chicken" as Qin Que's female friends.

  Zhou Xuan suddenly saw Lin Hanyun and her unmarried sister-in-law Xu Danyuan also present, Lin Hanyun grasping a wooden stick wrapped in silk cloth with both hands, rushed forward first and hit Zhou Xuan's leg with a waist-high strike.

  "Ow, that hurts, be gentle!"

  The whole courtyard is filled with joyful laughter.

  The door-blocking poem and the urging-to-finish-the-hairdo poem were recited, after several twists and turns, the two brides finally appeared, with high buns, wearing peach-shaped golden crowns adorned with pearls, crimson wedding dresses embroidered with gold and colorful patterns, one hand resting on the shoulder of a young maid, the other holding a silk fan to cover their faces.

  Chen Ji, Sun Shi brothers and other male relatives who came to welcome the bride recited "The Raising of the Sedan Chair" in unison. The grand procession surrounded the groom riding a big horse and the bride sitting in a flower sedan chair as they returned to the Zhou residence.

  Mr. and Mrs. Lin were already seated in the high hall, while Zhou Xuan led his two young wives to come forward and kowtow.

  Lin Xuan smiled, looking very pleased with himself. Lin Huan's stepmother, who still had a rich and charming air about her, smiled rather stiffly, clearly displeased that Zhou Xuan, this inexplicable nephew of hers, was taking advantage of the Du Hu Fu estate.

  This wedding was a hundred times more complicated than the last fake one, and the super banquet for nearly a thousand people had Zhou Xuan dizzy and turning around in circles, toasting and responding, until the host of the wedding, Xu Cishi, laughed loudly and said: "The bride and groom enter the bridal chamber." Only then did Zhou Xuan perk up, and amidst the sound of drums and music, he led his two little wives, who were covered with red silk veils, into the fourth room.

  A group of young maids carrying lanterns lit the way as they went.

  The bridal chamber was warm as spring, the red candles burning brightly, the dragon and musk fragrant. The sound of drums in the front yard gradually subsided, the guests gradually dispersed, leaving only two little wives sitting on the edge of the bed, the delicate tassels on the edges of their red veils gently swaying.

  Zhou Xuanxi walked closer, muttering to himself: "One, two, three——" With his left and right hands each grasping the red veils of two brides, he lifted them up at the same time, revealing Qin Xiao's and Zhen Ming's bright eyes and white teeth, as well as their blushing and delighted faces. One was slender and delicate, the other plump and fair, each having her own captivating charm.

  Zhou Xuan smiled and said: "Ji'er, I've worked so hard, and finally entered the bridal chamber with dignity - Zhen'er, I'm so anxious, after waiting for so long, today my wish is fulfilled."

  The two little wives both blushed.

  "Ah, husband," said Qin Que, "I'm so happy today, I've finally married you. Today is actually the big day for Zhen'er and you, I'll head back to my room first." She stood up to leave, but was pulled back by Zhen, who blushed and said, "Sister Que, you promised, we'd serve husband together."

  Zhen was the first, and she couldn't help but pull Qin along to boost her courage. However, Qin knew what was going on and didn't dare to join Zhen in serving one husband with two women, her face flushing red as she struggled to leave.

  Zhou Xuan smiled and said: "Don't go, today is the night of our wedding chamber for the three of us as husband and wife, how can we leave one out?" Without saying another word, he hugged the two women onto the bed.

  At this time, she asked a question: "Husband, where is that pair of jeans you brought back from Australia? Little sister wants to try it on."

  Qin Que shyly took off her long skirt, and also removed her undergarments, leaving only a pair of red tight-fitting underwear. Then she put on the Lan Ya brand jeans, which fit perfectly, accentuating her slender waist and curvy hips. If it were two months ago, Qin Que would have looked thin in these jeans, but now she had become more voluptuous and alluring after being nourished by Zhou Xuan's love. The tight-fitting jeans made Zhou Xuan's eyes burn with desire as he asked, "Who will enter the bridal chamber first?"

  Sparrow's sister first.

  Zhou Xuan hugged Qin Que's small waist and chuckled: "Then let Que go first, Que is also my teacher, teaching me the art of the bedroom."

  Qin Que was held around the waist by her husband, and his large hands rubbed her body, causing her to lose all strength. The jeans she had just put on were stripped off again, leaving only a pink camisole on top, and the bra inside was also rubbed into a bundle and tied under her chest, making her breasts stand up high. Zhou Xuan's hand slipped in from the loose bottom of the camisole and gently massaged one of her nipples.

  Sitting cross-legged on one side, watching her husband and younger sister being affectionate, she felt extremely curious. Seeing them blush, she tightly covered her face with both hands, but her ears could still hear the urgent gasps and tender moans. Even if she didn't look, it was useless; her mind was filled with images of their entwined bodies.

  Only the sound of Qu Er's sister's coquettish voice grew more urgent, as if she was about to run out of breath. It seemed that her husband was still beating her mercilessly without any pity. The big bed shook violently and the jade pendants hanging on the canopy above rang out loudly. Qu Er's sister cried out: "Zhen Er, Zhen Er jie jie, we...we should serve our husband together..."

  A strong hand grasped the wrist of the needle, moving her hand away from her face, and immediately hot lips sealed her mouth.

  He and his wife kissed, it wasn't their first time, he immediately opened his lips to welcome her, their tongues lightly touched, twirled, and sucked.

  "Hubby——hubby——", she whispered, quickly getting lost in Zhou Xuan's strong arms, her clothes being stripped off one by one without her even realizing it. Her plump and delicate **was spread out before Zhou Xuan's eyes like a blooming flower tree in spring. That pair of hemispherical tender breasts was as white as fine porcelain and as smooth as sheep fat. When touched, they felt so numb that his palm almost melted away.

  What's even more provocative is that the suspender briefs are actually black silk, set against her snow-white thighs, making Zhou Xuan's blood vessels bulge, truly worthy of being the chief costume designer of "Cloud Dress", it's really too enticing.

  Compared to Qin Que, Zhen appears more plump and beautiful, with smooth and soft skin. Her breasts and buttocks are a pleasure to touch. Finally, when Zhou Xuan pulled away the last piece of cloth covering her shame, Zhen spread her legs wide apart, like a ripe peach dripping with juice, ready for the taking.

  Zhou Xuan kissed his little wife who was in a state of confusion and infatuation beneath him, slowly entering...

  Zhen hugged Zhou Xuan's head, and even when the pain was unbearable, this gentle girl didn't make a sound, she just kissed her husband hard, enduring his deep and intense caress...

  Red candles burst into bloom, the bridal chamber is filled with tender feelings, two women and one man sleep together under the same quilt, unaware of the dawn breaking in the east.

  (Reading quickly)