Ning Ziqi took the camera and shot wildly at Beichen Shaoting......*!

"Shaoting, laugh one!"

Beichen Shaoting only glanced at her, then pulled the horse rope and took the lead in front of the welcoming team.

Ning Ziqi, who was ignored, was a little helpless......

The welcoming procession entered the town in a mighty way, and finally arrived at a large antique mansion.

The sedan chair stopped, Mo Qianqian was a little apprehensive, she had almost forgotten the process that Ning Ziqi had told her before......

At this time, the matchmaker's loud voice came from outside the sedan car: "The groom kicks the sedan door!" ”

Beichen Shaoting was about to lift the sedan curtain and hugged Mo Qian's body and froze.

He straightened up and could only kick in cooperation.

Because it is a modern wedding after all, the original form of the three-kick sedan door has been simplified.

"The groom can carry the bride out!" The matchmaker continued.

Hearing this, Beichen Shaoting quickly lifted the sedan curtain, and then squatted down with his back to his back.

Mo Qianqian felt and lay on his back, and then let him carry it into the house.

The floor of the house is paved with stone slabs, and it is full of antique flavor......

Beichen Shaoting was led into the house by the matchmaker, and finally stopped in front of a brazier.

He looked down at the brazier on the ground, as if he already knew what to do next.

"Next, ask the bride to cross the brazier!" The matchmaker continued.

Beichen Shaoting frowned, he still has to cross this thing?!

Seeing that Beichen Shaoting did not move, Mo Qianqian reached out and patted Beichen Shaoting's shoulder.

"Let me go!" She whispered in his ear.

Since you have chosen a Chinese-style wedding, you must do it with all your heart.

Beichen Shaoting stiffened before putting Mo Qianqian down.

Then, holding the apple in one hand and the skirt in the other, Mo Qianqian slowly stepped over the brazier.

When she successfully stepped over the brazier, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief......

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"Next is the worship of the ground!" As soon as he stepped over the brazier, the matchmaker shouted again.

Immediately afterwards, the red satin was stuffed into the hands of Mo Qianqian and Beichen Shaoting.

Mo Qianqian was taken and stopped somewhere, she slightly tilted her head to look at Beichen Shaoting beside her, but she could only see his heel red robe.

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Ning Ziqi and Beichen Shixi sat on the chairs at the top of the hall, while Wen Chengqian, Tang Ze and others, as well as some maids and bodyguards, stood aside and cheered.

"Bow to the ground!" The matchmaker shouted at the top of his voice.

Mo Qianqian was led, turned around, and bent down to bow to the outside of the hall......

"Second worship high hall!" The matchmaker's voice rang out again.

Then, Mo Qianqian was led and turned around, and then bent down......

Beichen Shixi sat there expressionlessly, as if he didn't have much affection, while Ning Ziqi covered his lips and smiled, and suddenly wet his eyes uncontrollably......

It was a happy day, but when she thought of shallowness, she couldn't help it......

"Husband and wife worship each other!"

"Bye bye bye!" Someone followed.

Mo Qianqian turned around, and then bent down......

Beichen Shaoting also bent down at the same time...... The heads of the two of them touched lightly.

"Send to the cave!" With the matchmaker's shout, the atmosphere of the audience suddenly reached the highest climax!

Mo Qianqian's face hidden under the hijab couldn't help but blush, and his hand holding the satin tightened......

Choosing a Chinese-style wedding, probably many people are for this kind of atmosphere.

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(Digression: About the story of Beichen Shaoting's parents, godfather and others, you can watch "Chief Price Forced Marriage: Wife is Not Allowed to Escape"~ Haha, of course, it is also very good-looking~)