The 158 voices are for you to listen to.

  Xing Er had just left when Zhen's servant slipped in quietly, walked to her bedside and sat down, holding her hand in hers.

  Zhang was powerless to struggle free, so she let him hold her, hanging her head and remaining silent.

  Her snow-white neck was as delicate and smooth as carved jade, her long eyelashes making her look exceptionally gentle and lovely.

  He still remembered the stunning feeling when he first met her in front of the tofu stall a year ago, and now that a year had passed, she was still radiant and charming, and had become his fiancée. Time flew by, and it all seemed like a dream.

  He couldn't help but lean in and steal a kiss on her bright red, tender lips while she was off guard.

  Zhang was caught off guard by the kiss, lifted her head and stared at him in a daze, her face flushed as if she had applied rose rouge, beautiful and beyond compare.

  Zhen Ming Ku looked at her, dazed and asked: "E E, am I dreaming? Quickly pinch me hard, I'm really afraid that I'm dreaming. I've had this dream before, but every time it reaches the critical moment, my uncle comes to disturb me. I'm afraid my uncle will come again soon."

  Zhang heard this and covered her mouth to laugh, she had already heard him say more than once that his uncle was the heavenly old man who made a mistake in matching them up, and even said it was his uncle who helped him and her get together, but she didn't believe his nonsense.

  Zhenming was so infatuated that he couldn't help but grab her hand, kiss the palm of her hand and place it on his face. He said in disbelief: "It must not be a dream, my wife's small hands are white and delicate, fragrant and soft, so real, not like a dream at all. Heaven, I will surely die from happiness."

  Zhang was amused by his exaggerated appearance, and seeing that he still had the audacity to call her "wife", she couldn't help but laugh and ask: "Did you used to talk like this before?"

  "This is how I speak in my dreams."

  Zhang covered her mouth and giggled.

  "Ah, my dear, I'm afraid this beautiful dream will soon come to an end. Once it's gone, we can't return to it again. While you're still here with me, let me savor the sweetness of your lips once more. If I wake up from this dream, at least I'll have a sweet memory to hold on to."

  As he spoke, he again leaned in towards her pink lips.

  Zhang's face changed instantly, and she hastily pressed her hands against Zhenming's chest. "We're not married yet, you can't bully me like this."

  Zhen Ming stopped with a bitter smile and said: "I won't bully you, but you have to agree to one condition."

  "What conditions?"

  "Call husband over and listen."

  Zhang's face turned bright red at once, and she closed her mouth, looking as if it was impossible for her to utter a word.

  Zhenming was getting more and more annoyed, her face flushing as she said: "You see, you've received the token of my pledge, but I haven't received yours yet."

  "Yes, I'm sorry, there's nothing valuable on me." Zhang said with his head down.

  "It doesn't matter if you don't have anything, as long as you call me 'husband' once, it's like you've given me a token of your affection. I'll remember the way you looked when you first called me 'husband' for the rest of my life."

  Zhang's eyes lifted, looking at Zhen Ming's bitter eyes with a hint of nervousness, her eyes filled with inexplicable shyness. Then, her vermilion lips slightly opened, and she softly called out: "Husband."

  Zhen Ming's bitter fate was almost enough to make his bones melt, but even if it were just a dream, being able to hear her gentle call would be enough to make this life worthwhile.

  "Goose, goose, you must get well soon, I can't wait to marry you and bring you home. It's best if we get married tomorrow, so I can hear you call me husband every day."

  Zhang's lips curled up in a smile as she looked at him, smiling but saying nothing.

  Zhen Ming was so excited that she didn't notice the sly meaning flashing in her eyes.

  ……

  After several more days, Zhang was able to get out of bed and walk around.

  At this time, Sun Lang was sitting in the main hall of the house with a smile on his face. Zhen Ming helped Zhang Shi up and walked to his front. Zhang Shi slowly knelt down, held a cup of hot tea with both hands, and respectfully presented it to him.

  "Little girl Zhang E, willing to marry... Mr. Sun." Zhang didn't even know the name of the man she was marrying.

  "Your humble servant Sun Simiao."

  "Sun, Sun Simiao?!" On the side, Zhen Ming suddenly cried out in a shrill voice, staring at Sun Langzhong with wide eyes and an open mouth, as if he had seen an alien, his face full of shock.

  Although his history is not well learned, he also knows that this lifespan can be compared to Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of alchemy, the founder of Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine Ethics, and the most famous Chinese medicine master in the Huaxia nation after Bian Que and Hua Tuo.

  "What's wrong?" Sun Langzhong asked strangely, he had rarely seen Zhen Mingxu so flustered.

  Zhen Ming woke up from the shock, coughed dryly and smiled awkwardly: "Hearing Sun Lao's name, it sounds very familiar, E'E, you continue."

  Miss Zhang looked at Zhen Mingshu with a puzzled expression, but didn't ask further. She once again kowtowed to Sun Simiao: "I, Zhang E, wish to acknowledge Sun Simiao as my godfather and promise to be filial to him for the rest of my life."

  Sun Langzhong took the tea, took a sip, and laughed loudly: "Good good good, I didn't expect that at the age of 80, I can still recognize such a good daughter. Get up quickly, get up quickly! Here is the red envelope from your godfather, wishing you an early recovery and finding your ideal husband."

  Zhang took the red envelope and, with the help of Huan'er and Xing'er, stood up and walked to one side to sit down, not even looking at Zhen Mingxiu.

  Zhen Ming suddenly discovered that Xing Er and Huan Er both had strange smiles on their faces, and he felt a sense of foreboding, but didn't understand why.

  At this time, Sun Langzhong turned his head and looked at Zhen Mingxiu with a serious expression: "Young man, now that my daughter is already an adult, marriage matters have always been followed by the parents' orders, and matchmakers' words. I declare in advance that my precious daughter has a beautiful appearance and talent, knows books and etiquette, and will not enter the door of a small sedan chair to marry someone else as a concubine. Without betrothal gifts, without a clear matchmaker, without eight carriers of a large sedan chair, if you want to marry my precious daughter, there is no way even to get through the door."

  Zhen Ming was taken aback by the words, and his face turned pale as he turned to look at Zhang Shi, who was standing behind Sun Lang, her head lowered in silence, but her face growing increasingly flushed. Suddenly, it dawned on him.

  No wonder she has been refusing to respond directly to his questions about marriage these past few days, it was because of this reason.

  She is now an orphan, without a father or mother, and also without an elder brother, a rootless floating weed. Moreover, she has been married twice, according to custom, she cannot be married as the legitimate wife of another person, but can only be married as a concubine. When she gets married, there is no betrothal gift, no matchmaker, and no announcement to neighbors, entering through the back door in a small sedan chair, spending her whole life subordinate to the legitimate wife, suffering oppression from the legitimate wife.

  He was so anxious to marry her that anyone would think he wanted to make her his concubine, not just her. She felt wronged in her heart but didn't dare to tell him explicitly, and could only find someone who could speak on her behalf to bring it up.

  Sun Langzhong was a man who, as soon as he heard that Zhang Shi wanted to recognize him as her godfather, already knew what was going on in his heart. However, he couldn't understand why this person, who seemed knowledgeable and experienced, would be so muddled about this matter. No wonder Zhang Shi thought he was intentionally trying to deceive her, looking down on her for being a widow and not wanting to marry her as his legitimate wife.

  It wasn't until now that he realized the misunderstanding had blown up, a man from the 20th century, who would have known about these complicated etiquette and customs of this era. He didn't expect his rough and careless behavior to cause Zhang's misunderstanding. Hurriedly, he bowed deeply to Sun Langzhong: "Respected father-in-law, in a few days, I will prepare a generous gift, invite a matchmaker, and formally propose."