In Yang's house, a green house has been built in front of the hall, with bamboo and wood as bones and green cloth as curtains.

Xiaoman slowly stepped out of the wedding car, and with the support of the two costumed palace laves, he held a feather fan to cover his face, and his embroidered shoes gently stepped on the red felt. Riding the brazier, straddle the saddle, and straddle the rice bag, a pair of "golden boys and girls" gently sprinkled the grains of grain on the two of them, and the rice weeping jumped vividly along their robes, gently splashing on the red felt carpet.

The two stood still in the Qinglu, and the guests all rushed in, crowded the Qinglu, and watched a couple salute.

Yang Fan looked at the little man in front of him who lightly covered his pretty face with a feather fan, and slowly chanted out the "Fan Poem" that he asked someone to write in advance: "Chang'e flies and descends from the colorful clouds, and you can't sleep alone in the Toad Palace." If the reunion is like the bright moon, the feather fan gently moves the osmanthus to bloom ......"

"But the fan poem" chanted, the snow-white feather fan covering in front of Xiaoman gently moved away, the water is the eye waves, the mountain is the eyebrows, the eyes are like a point of paint, the skin is better than the snow, and the brightness is incomprehensible. Rao is Yang Fan has long been familiar with her appearance, and he is also stunned, not to mention the full of guests.

Looked at by Yang Fan's burning gaze, Xiao Man's cheeks couldn't help but float two shy flushes, and he gently lowered his head.

The master of ceremonies said, "Bow to each other!" ”

Two red cloth futons were placed in front of them, the two knelt relatively well, Xiaoman's eyes were very complicated, seemed to be a little confused, and seemed to be a little contradictory, but as soon as she touched Yang Fan's eyes, she subconsciously lowered her eyes.

"Bow down!"

The master of ceremonies gave an order, under the signal of the two palace laves, Xiaoman's hands were stacked on the blanket in front of him, his waist was bent deeply, his white and clear forehead gently touched his fingertips, when she slowly and elegantly straightened her waist, she saw that Yang Fan on the opposite side had bowed down, she saw the five-beam crown that bowed down, and the five-beam crown re-hairpinned haode flowers.

I don't know Weishenme, her heart suddenly throbbed, and an indescribable taste suddenly came to her heart.

"Second worship!"

Yang Fan straightened up to accept the salute, and Xiao Man bowed deeply again. Unconsciously, Yang Fan also put aside all the distractions in his heart and solemnly felt everything in front of him.

Three bows, four bows, and the salute is completed.

A pair of scissors tied with red silk was sent to the groom Yang Fan, Yang Fan cut out a strand of hair, cut it with a "click", and put the cut hair and scissors on the red silk tray, and the tray was sent to Xiaoman. There was another "click". Crisply cut, Xiaoman's lock of green silk fell in response.

Xiao Man stared at the strands of green silk on the plate, as if a very important part of his life had been cut off. It is often said. For a woman, marriage is equivalent to another new birth. Well, this is the gift of the knot. It's probably like the feeling of a newborn child cutting the umbilical cord, and Xiaoman's heart suddenly feels a little empty.

She watched Gong E's skillful hands deftly tie her and Yang Fan's hair together with red thread, and put it into a bag embroidered with "A Hundred Years of Good Match", and a very familiar and unfamiliar feeling suddenly surged in her heart.

The feeling was like when Brother gently took her little hand with his hand that was rubbed into flesh and blood by the sand after her mother's death, and it seemed that the blood of the two people was suddenly linked. The sacred gift handed down by the ancients made her suddenly have an indescribable feeling, and she wanted to cry.

"The hand of the son!"

The emcee's voice was still high-pitched and high-pitched. Yang Fan's hand held her little hand hanging by her side, Xiaoman's delicate body suddenly shook, she was thinking of Brother Holding Her Hand and Taking her to Wander the World, the moment Yang Fan's hand held her, she suddenly looked at Yang Fan, and there was a feeling that Brother Brother's figure overlapped with Yang Fan's figure in a trance.

Brother in childhood memories. As she grew older, she continued to grow in her fantasies, and the image was always vague and abstract, and she had never been able to see the image of her brother in her dreams, and his face seemed to be hidden in a layer of fog. And now, all of a sudden, that image has become incredibly vivid. He's standing beside him!

In the dark, it seemed that the mature and childish voice of the elder brother came: "Niuniu, when you grow up, it will no longer be me who will hold your hand and take care of you for the rest of your life, but your husband!" Niu Niu, my brother is leaving......"

Yang Fan's image in her heart became more and more distinct, as if she wanted to expel the image of her brother from her mind, Xiaoman was inexplicably afraid, she was afraid of this feeling, she wanted to withdraw her hand from Yang Fan's hand, Yang Fan felt her move, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly, and he added a little strength to his hand.

The little stubbornness of the two people, in the eyes of the guests who watched the ceremony, seemed to be due to the shyness of the bride, so the laughter suddenly overflowed the Qinglu.

"Hold the hand of the son, and share it with the son.

Hold the hand of the son, and eat with the son.

Hold the hand of the son, and return with the son.

Hold the hand of the son, and sleep with the son.

Hold the hand of the son, and be happy with the son.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Holding the hand of the son, what more can the husband ask for!

Thank you, what more can you ask for in this life! ”

Under the guidance of the master of ceremonies, the two of them recited in unison the hand-holding poem that they had memorized when preparing for the wedding, at first, Xiaoman's voice seemed to be half a beat slower than Yang Fan, and Yang Fan's voice was not firm and solemn enough, but after reading it, the voices of the two people had a strange resonance.

Xiaoman's voice is still half a beat slower than him, but it sounds like a husband and wife singing and following the harmony and beauty.

The two of them were unconsciously affected by this solemn and sacred ceremony, and became solemn and solemn.

"From now on, he's my husband!"

"From now on, she's my wife!"

The two people looked at each other in unison, this time, neither of them avoided each other's gaze, and each other's gaze was fixed, there was a kind of infatuation.

In the eulogy of "The Hand of the Son", no one noticed the back of Xiaodong walking out of Qinglu quickly, and the two teardrops that fell gloomily.

With a bitter and happy smile on the corner of Gao Ying's lips, she gently wiped the corners of her eyes and took the lead in cheering.

In the green house, there was a thunderous sound for a while......

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"The bride, please!"

The master of ceremonies guided Yang Fan and Xie Xiaoman out of the Qinglu, and accompanied by many guests, they came to the left cross courtyard, and Yang Fan was surprised to find that the master of ceremonies led them to the pigsty of the left cross courtyard.

Of course, Yang Fan can't raise pigs, but now there is clearly a pig in the pigsty, and it is a white and clean sow, and the white sow has a red silk tied on her head, and she is humming and chirping comfortably basking in the sun.

The master of ceremonies smiled and said, "Bride, bow and pray silently!" ”

"Huh?"

Xiao Man was taken aback. Glancing around timidly, Zuihou still decided to ask Yang Fan, and Xiaoman quietly asked, "Weishenme wants to worship a pig?" ”

Yang Fan thought about it and shook his head, the master of ceremonies heard the bride's question, and haha smiled: "Sows are prolific, one litter can give birth to ten or eight, baibai sows." Ask for good luck. Have more children in the future! ”

Xiao Man almost fainted when he heard this, and the master of ceremonies said with a smile: "This is an ancient ceremony, the bride should bow quickly!" ”

Xiaoman is helpless. I had to bow respectfully to the sow three times. The sow was bowed three times by Xie Duwei, and she ignored her. He just wagged his little tail and hummed a few more times.

While Yang Fan was standing, he somehow suddenly thought of the scene where Princess Taiping threw her husband into the pigsty on her wedding night, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Xie Xiaoman was forced to salute a sow three times, and he was already ashamed in his heart, but suddenly heard Yang Fan laugh again, just thinking that he was making fun of himself, he couldn't help but glance at him, and blurted out: "Let me be able to give birth like a pig." Don't even think about it! ”

"Uh......"

Yang Fan's smile froze, and many of the congratulatory guests who watched the ceremony burst into laughter when they heard the bride's fierce words.

Xiaoman knew that she was speechless, and she couldn't help but blush with shame, she didn't know that she would say such a sentence, she obviously didn't want to get married, why did she even think of the question of having a few children?

The consciousness of being a wife. In this ceremony, it has been instilled in Niuniu's heart little by little.

The banquet was opened, and Xie Xiaoman, accompanied by his good sisters, went to the new house to change into a light suit, narrow sleeves and short undergarments, and a long tunic skirt. It is good to walk freely between the banquets, without being tripped or rubbed on greasy. And such a dress. But it also brings out her slender and slender figure, which looks more pretty and lovely.

"General Yulin Weiwu has arrived!"

"General Jin Wu Weiqiu has arrived!"

The master of ceremonies stood at the door and shouted, and the guests in the hall stood up more than half, and most of the guests today are military generals, these generals are lower in rank than these two generals, and many of them are direct subordinates of these two, so how can they not stand up to each other.

Yang Fan and Xie Xiaoman greeted the door, Huang Xuchang, Zhang Xitong, Wei Yong, Li Dayin and others also followed behind, only to see Wu Youyi and Qiu Shenji walking side by side, and there were two veterans behind them carrying the congratulatory gift, as soon as they saw Yang Fan, Wu Youyi smiled and said: "General Yang Lang, congratulations, congratulations!" ”

Yang Fan didn't expect the two of them to come, so he hurriedly gave a guest to the hall and said: "Yang Fan is married, where can the two generals come to congratulate each other, the two generals came, it really made Yang Fan panic, the two generals, please hurry up." ”

There are so many seats in the hall, there is really no one worthy of the same table with these two, fortunately, Liang Wang Wu Sansi said before that he would come to say goodbye in person, although Yang Fan didn't know whether what he said was true or false, he still had to do it, so there was a seat left in the hall, so he invited the two to sit at this table.

Yang Fan and the bride had just given a glass of wine to the two generals, and the master of ceremonies shouted loudly at the door in a more high-pitched voice: "The Grand Manager of Princess Taiping's Mansion, on the orders of Princess Taiping, congratulates Yang Lang on the joy of his new marriage, and sends congratulatory gifts, and invites Yang Lang to welcome him!" ”

As soon as this sentence was shouted, the whole house was suddenly quiet, Princess Taiping? What is the origin of this Yang Fan, who can actually let Princess Taiping send an envoy to congratulate? Everyone was surprised, even Qiu Shenji was no exception, only the old god Wu Youyi was there, and he was not surprised.

This general has a preconceived idea, and he has long recognized Yang Fan as his cheap uncle, isn't his cheap uncle Princess Taiping's cheap father? Recently, Princess Taiping has been in contact with courtiers more and more frequently, and it seems that she intends to meddle in the political arena, and it is reasonable to make friends with Yang Fan, who is obviously still able to speak in front of the empress.

Qiu Shenji was surprised for a moment, and his expression calmed down, the reason he thought of was the old thing when Yang Fan and Princess Taiping competed together and defeated the Tubo Bow Team, and he thought that Princess Taiping might look at Yang Fan differently because of this incense.

Yang Fan listened to the master of ceremonies' shout, but his heart tightened, Princess Taiping? Will she be kind enough to congratulate? Today's marriage was a trick she made up with a jealous attack, what tricks is she going to play again!

P: In the early morning, I sincerely ask for monthly passes and recommended tickets!

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