The third day of September.

Su Qianruo was woken up by Mrs. Su in the middle of the night and urged to get up and freshen up. Su Qianruo covered her lips and yawned several times, her body fell crookedly and fell to the ground again, and she was about to fall to the bed again.

Mrs. Su snorted coldly.

Reluctantly, she got up and sat down at the dresser beside the bed.

casually combed a few times, pulled a simple bun with his hand, and pinned two beaded hairpins. The woman in the mirror had a sleepy face, her eyes were half-squinted, and a few strands of frizzy hair were gently flying in her ears.

"This is your mother's embroidery! It's you... Grandmother embroidered! Originally, the married boudoir woman had to embroider the wedding dress by herself, but the time was too urgent, so she could only pick up ready-made ones to wear. You pick and choose which one fits your eye. ”

The two sets of ceremonial clothes were carefully placed on the small pestle in front of the bed by Mrs. Su.

Su Qianruo looked through the bronze mirror, and Mrs. Su's mood seemed to be a little low, especially when she looked at the wedding dress that was said to be embroidered by her grandmother with silver lotus patterns, her eyes were blurred for a moment.

After Mrs. Su left, Su Qianruo picked up the two sets of clothes and gestured on his body.

The grandmother embroidered a skirt with wide sleeves that exposed her neck, slightly tucked at the waist, and a skirt with a gorgeous silver lotus trim like petals, and a bunch of pale golden bell-like flowers embroidered on the robe.

The mother embroidered a light and flowing wide-sleeved fairy dress, the jade color skirt was as cold as cold dew rippling deep and shallow ripples in the wind, but the cuffs and skirt were embroidered with gorgeous silver lines more than three inches high.

Su Qianruo tried it on first and turned around gently. The gorgeous silver streaks emitted a little silver light when they shook it, and the mirror in front of him gradually merged into some strange patterns. It looks like a flower but not a flower, but there is a different style.

Su Qianruo put away the two sets of clothes. Wrap it in a plain silk cloth and tie it into a small bag.

Then he took out the embroidery basket from under the bed, and tore over the poor linen wedding gown that he had padded as a mattress and put it on.

When she opened the door, Mrs. Su's face turned cold.

Su Qianzhuo shrank back, took a few steps back, and sat back in front of the dresser.

Mrs. Su directly removed her hair and took a wooden comb tied with red tassels to comb his long hair.

"It hurts... It hurts... Grandfather. I was wrong, don't pull my hair hard, it really hurts. Su Qianruo held his face with his hands. Constantly screaming.

Mrs. Su snorted coldly, "Nonsense, it hurts to remember the lesson." ”

Su Qianruo immediately flattened his mouth, and his eyes were slightly rippling. His shoulders twitched and shrugged.

Mrs. Su's subordinates still relaxed their movements. Slowly comb your hair through the ends.

"Once you comb your hair, you don't have to worry about being rich."

"The second comb is combed to the hair, disease-free and worry-free."

"Three combs to the hair, many sons and many longevity."

"Comb it to the end again, and raise the case and raise your eyebrows."

"Comb to the end, and fly with wings."

"The road comb combs to the end, and the eternal knot is concentric, with a head and a tail. Enjoy peace and glory in this life. ”

This is what mothers would do before they got married. Two years ago, Mrs. Su also hired a grandmother from the palace with a large amount of money to prepare her to comb her hair before she got married.

It can be abrupt. Mama spared her life, so she naturally left with the dismissed house slaves.

This matter, Mrs. Su did it herself.

It may seem a little funny for a handsome old man to say the words that only women and children chant like this, but his expression is unprecedentedly solemn, even with a touch of piety, as if he is making a wish and praying.

Su Qianruo closed her eyes, and tears fell down one by one.

Mrs. Su pulled her lips and laughed, "Silly child, start crying and marrying now?" If you cry until the sedan chair comes to the day, can't you cry into goldfish eyes? If the comb line finds out, what should I do if I break the promise on the spot? ”

The joke isn't funny at all.

Thinking of the past, Su Qianruo was uneasy after all, and blurted out: "Isn't the Zhang family used to breaking promises?" ”

Mrs. Su pretended not to hear, and carefully combed Liuhai for her, revealing her hairline, and curled up all the hair on the back of her head, he looked down at his head, and there was a trace of embarrassment in his eyes.

He memorized this combing for a night, and he had learned the hand style of combing his hair for several days, but he really didn't have an idea of what to use to look good.

Su Qianruo handed over a Huasheng, "Don't do this, adding another Jiufeng hairpin is gorgeous enough to suppress the scene." Your granddaughter is naturally beautiful, and she doesn't need too much carving to charm Zhang Combing. ”

Mrs. Su patted her and pinned Hua Sheng up. Su Qianruo turned his head to look for Jiufeng Hai again, but the back of his head was stabbed, and his whole head was a little numb.

"Grandfather?" Su Qianruo held her head sideways, and saw through the mirror that Mrs. Su was gently piercing a thin golden needle into her neck.

Mrs. Su hugged her granddaughter who gradually closed her eyes, and held her until dawn.

The sound of a happy cannon sounded outside the tower.

Deng Yan took the marriage book and put it in his arms, then went back to the house and carried Su Qianruo into the Zhang family's sedan chair.

Zhang Shaoxing sat on a tall horse, wearing a wedding robe, with a smile on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

Mrs. Su sat alone in her wheelchair and nodded lightly to this side.

Zhang Combing dismounted, lifted his robe and knelt down, and made three kowtows.

"Go ahead! Remember what you promised me. ”

Zhang Combing hummed, lowered his head and retreated, got on his horse, and led the team to slowly leave.

The sound of loud noises, firecrackers, and the safflower sedan chair gradually went away.

Deng Yi turned around, flew directly to the top of the tower with a wheelchair, gently lowered the teacher to the ground, and the two of them sent the sedan chair into a small black dot with the column, and sighed together until they couldn't see anything.

"Teacher, has your wish come true?"

"Deng Yi, what else do you want to do?"

The two asked each other in unison. In the end, they turned into a smile at each other, and everything was silent.

Half an hour later, Deng Di closed the doors and windows on the ninth floor, and returned to the first floor with Mrs. Su.

Deng took Mrs. Su into the clean room, tearfully untied the strips of cloth wrapped around his body, dipped a cotton handkerchief in water to wipe half of his body, and took the prepared plain clothes for him to put on.

Deng Yi also took a bath himself, and after drying it, he also put on his favorite purple robe.

"Where does the teacher want to set off firecrackers?" Deng Yi used a dry handkerchief to dry the water on his hair, pushed Mrs. Su to Su Qianruo's dresser, sat down slowly, reached out and handed Mrs. Su a toothless comb, and said with a smile: "The disciple sent you to play with firecrackers, and your old man has to comb the disciple's hair." Well, no one combed my white hair when I got married... You can comb me too, and repeat that combing song..."

Mrs. Su took the comb and refuted with a blow: "Go, that's only for marriage, do you want to marry?" ”

Deng nodded hurriedly, "Marrying a granddaughter is also marrying, and marrying a disciple is also marrying." Don't be too partial, comb a little handsome, if you go underground Fengyu dislikes me, I will become a lonely ghost and never have a woman to love. “

Mrs. Su remembered one thing, "You and Fengyu had a private marriage, not only did no one comb their hair, but they didn't even write a marriage letter." You bring the marriage book given by Zhang Combing, and copy a copy for you as a teacher. (To be continued.) )