Fujin Salted Fish, but Just Follow When the Group Starts!

At the talent show, the Queen Mother asked: "What are you good at on weekdays?" She answered honestly: "Take care of the flowers and taste the tea." ——Although someone else actually did it, she was only responsible for watching and cheering. I thought I had succeeded in hiding my stupidity, but to my surprise, the Queen Mother's eyes lit up and she married Five Belles Yinqi the next day. The wedding day finally arrived. At three o'clock in the morning, the back house of his Tala Mansion was already brightly lit. Zhang Baozhu was pacing back and forth in the courtyard, the soles of his boots grinding against the bluestone, making a rustling sound. He had barely slept last night. He held up a lantern and took his friend Luan Yiwei on duty and asked him what he had been saying for half a night - What kind of person is Wubeile Yiqi? It is said that his son-in-law is a rare good-tempered person, but he doesn't like to talk much. Alas, how can I do it if I don't like to talk a lot... Doesn't it mean that when a couple lives behind closed doors, they can say something to each other that they can't say to others? On the wedding night, he approached step by step, walking with a restrained and ready sense of strength. His eyes were always locked on her face, bringing an invisible oppression.