Farewell to Lord Jiang and the Xu family in the front hall, the seventh girl covered the hijab of the big red embroidered flying phoenix, carried by her brother Jiang Nan, Jiang Yuxing was by her side, looking straight ahead, as she taught her when she was a child, on a happy day, her tone was still stern.

"Xi Neize, Xian mother's training, rejuvenating the family, and enriching the son. Ah Ming, be humble and forget, and be a virtuous person. ”

In front of her eyes was a scorching red. Because of saying goodbye to his parents, there are tears on his eyelashes. At this time, listening to Jiang Yu deliberately straighten her face to reprimand her, she pursed her lips, suppressed the tears that quickly overflowed her eyes, and gently responded, "No." ”

The love is deep, and the responsibility is keen. Her father's and brother's love for her is different from that of his wife. The love of the women in the house for their children is mostly expressed in the cold and asking for warmth, and they are always worried about food and clothing, and whether there is a shortage. Men outside the Lord, especially in official families, maintain the majesty of being a father and brother, but at the same time they can't hide their love.

And so it was with him, like her father and brother. will fall on her face, and never blindly indulge her.

"Ah Ying is also older, and when she gets married, she has to write more letters to her family." This time, Jiang Nan followed Master Jiang into Beijing, firstly, to marry the seventh girl, and secondly, to come and see the uncompetitive Jiang Rou.

Carrying Jiang Yuan on his back, Jiang Nan felt a little emotional. If Jiang Rou has her three points of understanding, he will be content.

"Big brother's words, Ah Ying wrote down. When the eldest brother goes back, remember to say hello to my sister-in-law for me. She was lying on Jiang Nan's back, Jiang Nan was taller than Jiang Yu, although she was not closer to Jiang Yu, but as a brother, Jiang Nan was loyal, and there were several younger brothers and sisters below, except for hating the five girls, there was no obvious bias.

Now Jiang Nan has helped Lord Jiang take care of the affairs of the family, and it is no surprise that he should inherit the family business. Jiang Yuzhi is not here, and the seventh girl also thinks that this arrangement is reasonable.

"My sister is married, and in the future, the family will need to rely on the eldest brother to share the worries of my father and honor my father." can't write two Jiang characters with one stroke, Jiang Nan is a person who can be trusted. As long as Jiang Nan is good to Lord Jiang and his wife, she is willing to repay the favor and do her best to watch Jiang Rou for him.

This stretch of road seems to be short and long. In her past memories, those good and bad, laughing, and annoying, scenes flashed frequently in her mind.

The road to the wedding, like a stone bridge on the riverbank, connects her past and future. There are feelings, nostalgia, and expectations.

The hijab on her head obscured her vision. She lowered her eyes and peered out through a crack in the ground. Bypassing the shadow wall, the earth-shaking joy outside the door, mixed with the applause of everyone, rolled in waves.

Gu Yan sat on the horse, and only her figure was reflected in her eyes. She wore a fiery red wedding dress, and she broke into his eyes so naturally and amazingly.

I had never seen her wear such a gaudy robe, red as fire, and he could see it with just one glance.

Jiang Yu helped her to the ground, and she stood on the steps of the red felt carpet, burying her head slightly, holding the handle Ruyi in her hand.

He couldn't see her face, only glimpses of her sleeve robe, the silky satin hanging down, revealing her white wrists. The snow-white skin, lined with crimson satin, and the warm jade Ruyi in her hand, white, red, and green, dazzled him.

The corners of his mouth bent upward, and Zhou Zhun helped him get off the horse. Moving to the push chair, he stepped forward to hold the end of the red silk and shook her hand by the way.

As he dismounted, the people around him covered their mouths and exchanged their heads. Because of his power, he only dared to sigh in a low voice, as if everyone was compassionate, and sighed and took pity on his leg injury.

Her small hand was stiffened by his small hand on the back of her hand. She married him, and the group of uninvited guests outside buzzed like annoying flies. Why point fingers at him?

Since he was injured, he travels on weekdays, mostly by sedan chair, and only in the palace or in his own house, he will sit on a push chair. Therefore, there are very few people who have seen him like this with their own eyes.

Sensing that the back of her hand was straightened, the corners of his mouth bent upwards again. To those who peep at him, he really has no one in his eyes, and he doesn't bother to look at it. He rubbed her little hand and moaned in a low and gentle tone.

"Qingguang shines in the mirror. But he asked if he had not been washed, and Junlang was grunting. ”

This is a poem in which the bride is angry and blames Langjun for urging her to be too anxious. It means that I got up so early, groomed in the mirror, and urged the outside to be tight, which made the concubine's heart messed up. Wei Wei Langjun, how can he babble like a woman.

This poem came out of the mouth of a solemn person like him, but it was a joke about her, and how eager he was to marry her.

Her face, which she hid under her hijab, turned red. It's more delicate than when you open your face. Closer to the two of them, Gongsun coughed on his lips, only to feel that the young man was really beautiful and bold and straightforward. If you are old, you will still be vulgar.

The two brothers of the Jiang family who were married were embarrassed and pretended not to hear. In public, this one is too casual.

Because he chanted a love poem about his daughter's family on the street, this person was well-groomed and calm. With his reputation all over the world and his talent, no one can refute him for being too gentle and losing his identity.

Changing someone to chant this poem is called public and insulting. Only this person is him, and the outside world will only rumor that he is unruly, like robbing relatives, and doing a romantic thing.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished the poem, he immediately attracted those coquettes who sneaked out of the door and came to see him, screaming, clutching their chests, and almost fainting with excitement.

At this time, there is no word "romantic", but he is a style, which is not difficult to understand.

Her heart warmed up, and her hands burned with it. He's still holding her! She was so ashamed that she pinched him with her nails. Who's family welcomes relatives, and I can't help but be at the gate, pulling and pulling?

He smiled in his eyes, and then let go of her little hand, only holding the red silk, which was pushed by Gongsun and led her to her shoulder.

He got back on the horse, and greeted his relatives like this, and it didn't take much effort. He got up the horse and had a straight posture, but his legs and feet were inconvenient, and it did not damage his nobility at all.

After sending off the relatives, Jiang Rou stood outside the door, looking at the team to welcome the relatives and walk away. What girl doesn't have a spring? Once upon a time, she also fantasized that there was such a person who married her in front of the world.

"Mother, we should follow suit." Jian Yun interrupted her in a low voice, afraid that the master's attitude would be grabbed by someone with a heart, and there would be branches.

Jiang Rou retracted her gaze and turned around, her face faint. Straighten up his waist, hold his head high and board the sedan chair in the palace, recovering the arrogance and arrogance when he left the palace.

On the long street where the Zhao Guogong Mansion was located, the guards with guns cleared the streets. Even so, the people who were stopped behind to watch the excitement still stretched their necks and hugged forward. The side of the road is densely packed with people, three layers inside and three layers outside, surrounded by water.

The Gyeonggi Jiaojiao, whose identity is not enough to come to the door to congratulate, had no choice but to get off the sedan chair, escorted by the attendants, and stood under the eaves of the back door of other houses, looking forward to it.

With the sound of noisy joy, the first to turn into the long street was full of dazzling dowries. When he carried the dowry, he passed in front of him, and he could not count it. Where have ordinary people seen such pomp, they only remember the gold, jade and jade, shining, and endless wealth for a lifetime.

"It's all compared to God getting married." Yijiaojiao blushed.

"I don't know what the Jiang girl looks like, her whole body is covered with golden bumps? It's worth such a net worth. Why haven't you heard that the ancestor of the Jiang family is not a giant? ”

Envious people naturally don't know that the Jiang family doesn't have such a family background, but the mother can't stop the person who wants to lift people. With him behind his back, Jiang Jia doesn't have to slap his swollen face, and he can also be fat.

When the seventh girl got off his shoulder, he sat upright, holding the silk in one hand, and his eyes were firmly fixed on her every move. I saw her step up, and under the embroidered gold-rimmed skirt, a delicate crested shoe was revealed. The bride hugged her, steadily, and stepped into the threshold.

His good-looking eyebrows and eyes suddenly rose, and his bright face did not hide his joy.

Now that she has entered the gate of the Gu family, in this life, she is his Gu Yan's person. It is not in vain that he has exhausted all his calculations and planned for several years.

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Favor, pet, the son of the world is a black-bellied person who is not afraid of people's words, normal, too normal. The second watch will be very late, and you can't wait to see it tomorrow.