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小火盆搁在托盘，要她捧着。
                                                                                                                                                                “新娘子？喜房？”
                                                                                                                                                                “看你一脸胡涂，心思都飞哪去了？今天是知画娶妻的大喜之日呀！”
                                                                                                                                                                “啊？”蠢娃再度问世，只是她一蠢，忘却了手里捧着的是热烫的火炭。
                                                                                                                                                                幸好月士贤人老动作可不老，在月下吃惊地松开手，一盆烧红烧热的炭火差点就全砸在两人身上时，他手一端，将托盘稳稳托祝“你到底在做什么？！”没空拿木拐子打人，只能吼她。
                                                                                                                                                                “你说斐知画要娶妻？！”她不敢置信地重复着这句话。
                                                                                                                                                                “对！拿好！”
                                                                                                                                                                “可是他明明……”明明是喜欢她的呀！怎么会去娶别人？
                                                                                                                                                                “明明什么呀！这事儿你不是早就知道了！都筹画了大半年，你现在才做这种反应不嫌太晚吗？”
                                                                                                                                                                “他、他娶谁？”她声音正如同她表情的茫然。
                                                                                                                                                                “月下，你别装傻了，除了尚书府二小姐还有谁？快送火盆过去，送完回房将自己梳妆打扮，今儿个宾客满堂，你别丢了月家的脸，顺便趁这

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