The wedding of the only son of Yiguo Gong is very lively, and the givers can line up from the front door to the street, and even the current saint has a lot of fun.

Chu Ci, who received the holy decree, was confused in her heart, her husband's family was too high, and she was also under a lot of pressure.

However, this is a great thing for the Chu family, Chu Shangshu has been walking with the wind recently, and he has also thickened the dowry that the old lady proposed for Chu Ci by thirty percent.

At the end of the day, the sky was faint, and Shangshufu woke up.

At this time, the sky was still very cold, the branches and grass tips were stained with cold dew, Chu Ci was awakened by Moqi, and simply cushioned his stomach, the lanterns of Shuiyuxuan had been lit, and the lights in the Shangshu Mansion were bright, and he couldn't tell the difference between day and night.

The usual dressing table is very empty, but today it is full of hairpins, gold and silver pearls, balsamic ointment, rouge gouache, and large and small boxes are neatly laid out.

The old lady invited Mama Quanfu carefully coiled the bride's hair, put on makeup, and the red happy words and gauze curtains reflected Chu Ci's eyes.

Today, she is getting married.

The sound of firecrackers outside through several courtyard gates, clearly came in, I don't know who yelled, the groom official greeted the kiss, and the people around the inner courtyard all went to the outer courtyard to see the excitement.

"The old lady asked me to come over to congratulate the second lady on marrying a good husband, and the husband and wife will be harmonious and beautiful in the future, and they will continue to have children."

Chu Ci tearfully held Cai's mother's hand on her shoulder, and squeezed it hard, thinking that she would no longer be able to stay with her grandmother for a long time when she went out, or it would be difficult to go back to her parents' house, so she was reluctant to give up in her heart.

"The granddaughter is grateful for her grandmother's kindness, grandmother's teachings, granddaughter should keep it in mind, hope that grandmother is careful about her body, don't work hard, be good to herself, and take care of her life."

"Okay, okay, on this happy day, don't cry" Cai's mother saw that the second girl was like this, and hurriedly interrupted, stuffed the hard lump wrapped in the handkerchief into the bride's mouth, and said auspicious words.

"Go out with a smile, enter the door with a smile, you can be happy for a lifetime, come, eat a sugar sweetheart, sweet mouth"

The bride went out, said goodbye to her parents, got on the sedan chair, Chu Ci's expression was hazy, and it was not until the moment when the sedan chair landed that she picked up the lost Qingming again.

"Kick the sedan door, the bride gets off the sedan chair"

The phoenix crown on Chu Ci's head is estimated to weigh two catties, and when he moves slightly, his ears are full of jingling hairpins, and the red hijab is covered with nothing, and the wedding clothes on his body are wrapped around and around, making people suffocate, until a red thread is stuffed in his hand.

Letting the other end of the red tie be pulled by Gu Yu, a couple of newcomers stepped out of the threshold, obediently followed his steps, and walked towards the unknown front, their heartbeat was involuntarily accelerated, and the arms on both sides were supported by Mama Quanfu.

"Worship Heaven and Earth"

"One Worship High Hall"

"Husband and wife worship each other"

Chu Ci straightened up, looked at the vague figure in front of him, and bowed his back in front of her, for some reason, he could feel that this person was sincerely bowing down once in his life, and his throat suddenly became dry.

"Grandmother, I'll be happy"

Xifang is located in the south of the Yiguo Mansion, the newly renovated Miao Tang Courtyard.

Chu Ci was taken to sit on the edge of the bed, the hijab suddenly left the top of her head, her eyes suddenly lit up, and the next moment she clearly felt the gaze from the other side, burning her face hot.

Gu Yu was wearing a vermilion robe that looked like a yang, embroidered with a cloud pattern on his shoulders, and a gold waist wrapped around his waist, dazzling as a golden crown on his hair, revealing an angular face, a pair of long but not narrow eyes, revealing a smile, as if containing the most special color in the world.

He stared at her, reflecting her as if she were the only one in his eyes.