It was getting late, and the Nanyang Military Port was decorated with lights and a few firecrackers exploded in the night sky from time to time on the island.

The banquet was in full swing. Even though Chen Mu couldn't bear to leave the venue with a sloppy drink, the music in the front hall mixed with the joy of the guests laughing still came into the inner room from time to time, but the distance was far away and it was hard to hear it.

The red candle is dark, and the newlyweds sit opposite each other. Chen Mu looks at his dormitory. The interior furnishings can almost find all the elements of Asia in this era.

The ornaments of a high bronze wine bottle were placed on the wooden mat in the left hand of the door. On it, the seal carvings of Lin Xiangru, the famous prime minister of Zhao State in the Warring States Period and the famous general Lian Po, apologizing for guilt; on the right side of the door, a huge enamel bottle was erected, the body of the bottle was painted with a sequel painting, a table was placed on a six-stool stool, and a half-body Western-style plate armor was placed, the armor was bright and exotic patterns were embedded on the helmet. The Ming people imitated the captain's hat, and two red and blue bird feathers were tied to the tail of the hat.

The armored jacket was lined with a puppet, with a long sword placed next to the desk, holding a kite shield in his left hand and a lantern in his right hand. Only then did Chen Mu realize that it was a lamp stand.

It is Chen, a big character with thin gold on the Yuandun, which gives Mr. Chen the illusion of time and space dislocation.

Chen Mu was so anxious that he scratched his head. Drinking made him unable to remember where the scale rod that lifted the veil was thrown. He didn't even know if others had given him a scale rod, but he vaguely remembered that someone said when he entered the bridal chamber that the veil should be lifted with a scale rod.

He was so anxious that he couldn't find any stick-like objects other than long swords, Japanese swords, war swords, and bird guns. It was too much to use these things to pick the veil.

Chen Shuai didn't notice that the bride who was kneeling in the room, holding the green onions of her clothes, her fingers turned slightly, smelling the smell of alcohol in the room, and watching the drunkard weigh the sword on the wedding night through the red silk, lifting the Japanese sword, as if there was no weapon at hand, and finally finally brought her hand toward the bird gun hanging on the wall.

She couldn't sit still.

"Husband, husband, what are you looking for?"

The sound was very clear. Chen Mu turned around, holding the bird gun in his hand and wondered: "Can you see it?"

The veil was silent for a long time and slowly turned back. She saw Chen Mu pulling out a strip from the bird gun, let out a light breath and said, "You can't see me, I can see you."

Chen Mu spoke slightly on his face, hung the bird gun back on the wall, and walked closer with a little embarrassedly with the slit, saying, "I don't know where the scale rod is put. Use this for a replacement. Don't be surprised by it, madam."

Marshal Chen seemed to hear helpless sighs from his veil, and after a long time, he said quietly: "My husband is just using his hands, swords, swords, guns, and anything. As long as you quickly take it away... I have been wearing it for half a month!"

Chen Mu thought it was wrong. Since leaving Bozhou, Yang Qingluan wore a black gauze and a phoenix crown and a red robe. There was no one in the sedan chair along the way, so it was lighter at night. The long journey of wedding wedding must be a physical job for her.

"Thank you for your hard work, madam."

Chen Mu called him wrong. Now Yang Qingluan is not his wife yet, and he has to wait for the imperial edict to be issued. In fact, he should be called "Madam" now, but the children of the Yang family do not care about these titles sooner or later. Yang Qingluan just whispered: "The scale rod was hidden by General Deng at the banquet and did not give it to his husband, and the mansion did not ask for it. I thought my husband knew it."

This guy Deng Zilong!

Chen Mu shook his head and smiled, threw the strip aside indifferently, and raised his hand and slowly lifted the veil.

First, her white neck, her chin, like a white lotus petal, was slightly raised, and her nose was slightly taller on her cherry lips, which exuded a heroic spirit. Her eyes were slightly closed on her face, and her long eyelashes were trembling quietly, reflecting the red candle, Chen Mu felt that she was so white that she was shining.

Yang Qingluan slowly opened her eyes and finally clearly saw clearly what the man she had been waiting for for two years looked like. All kinds of grievances surged into her heart, her eyes were filled with crystal clear eyes, and she said, "I thought you wouldn't come to pick me up..."

Chen Mu took a deep breath and said, "I want to tell you some things first, I have..."

"I know that you have a young wife Yan Qingyao. In the Xuanfu in the capital, it is thanks to her serving me. Two adopted sons are Li Dan, the son of Nanyang Jiabidan and Chen Jiujing, deputy general of Guangdong; an adopted son is Chen Bazhi, a thousand households in Chaohe, a thousand households in Chaohe, tomorrow to worship the ancestors of the ancestral temple, and from then on, they will be born as Chen and die as Chen ghosts. I know.”

Yang Qingluan's quick answer and firmness in his words were at a loss. In fact, he also knew that there was too much time in the past two years that Yang Qingluan knew what kind of person he would marry. He paused and asked, "Then do you know that Chen's family has no ancestral temple? You can't go to worship tomorrow. It will take half a month to wait until the Qingyuan ancestral temple is built."

When he was destroyed, where did the ancestral temple come from? Just like Chen Mu's breath in his heart when he fought on the battlefield, he couldn't tell where he would be buried even if he died!

Yang Qingluan seemed to be caught off guard by this matter and did not say anything for a moment. She seemed to be judging whether there was still someone in this world who did not have a ancestral temple. Then she nodded and said, "I know now, then I will follow my husband and go to the temple in half a month."

From the time she arrived at Guangzhou Prefecture, everything about this day was unheard of for Yang Qingluan. She had never heard of anyone who wanted to go out to sea by getting married, nor did she think that she would marry a young commander and become a first-rank general in the court.

There was no general in the Ming Dynasty, and the left and right governors were the generals who had passed.

The youngest general in the world, before this year, was Qi Jiguang, a 43-year-old from Jizhen.

In fact, all this made Yang Qingluan, who had been in the deep boudoir of Bozhou for 22 years since childhood, felt at a loss and out of place. These people, regardless of the soldiers and generals in the south, seemed to be so familiar with everyone, but she knew nothing.

She asked, "Do you always treat your superiors harshly? I see General Deng seems to be revenge today."

"There is no grudge? Just treat them well. They treat me well. Wuqiao is just looking for trouble. I asked the Nanyang Guard to build a ship for him, a warship of 1,200 materials, a kind of magnifying cannon, a very powerful ship!"

Speaking of this, Chen Mu was no longer embarrassed. He pulled Yang Qingluan to sit on the edge of the bed and said endlessly: "I'm not afraid of fire. Now no one on the sea can beat his boat. Chihai is in a bad situation. The big boat we took when we came here may not necessarily sink it. He was not satisfied with Wuqiao and was very resentful, just because of his name."

Yang Qingluan was not interested in sea battles, but she was interested in Chen Mu, and listened and asked, "Why is this?"

"Because the name of the boat is Gou Sheng, don't laugh!" Chen Mu's expression was very serious and said, "We have many boats, and we don't want to name the boat. Most barbarian countries like to name one boat, and they are all very powerful, like the Queen, the King of the Sea, etc. They have no taboos and dare to raise anything. Think about what happens when they meet Gou Sheng?"

Chen Mu spread his hands and said, "The King of the Sea was sunk by Gou Sheng; the Queen was captured by Gou Sheng. Wu Qiao always thought that Chen was a rough man and didn't know anything, huh!"

"When our fleet takes Malacca and continues to go west, we will meet a country, whose navy is becoming stronger and will be our biggest concern. In their language, God, pronounces as dogs, sons, and pronounces as San, how will they call Dogs? "

Chen Mu blew out the red candle and clenched his fists.

"Son of God!"
Chapter completed!