Orchestral silk bamboo, the sound of firecrackers, the year is safe.

The bustle of the capital is only at this time, with lively streets, jubilant children, red lanterns lit in every house, and newlyweds about to get married.

When night fell, the lights were lit up, dyeing the streets red, the full moon was hanging high, and the son on horseback walked from one end of the East Street to the other, and the people passing by had smiles on their faces, "Congratulations to the seventeenth prince." ”

Seventeen Eleven smiled and agreed, An Sheng slammed the door, this time it was indeed a big deal, each red envelope had a weight, and the little beggars chattered around him and asked him for red envelopes.

"Whose family is this married, how to tie the knot at night."

"You don't even know that, are you? This is the marriage of the seventeenth prince of Zhangyun and the young master of the bookless house, the seventeenth prince is called the four heavenly kings with the prince, and Miss Ye's mother is the queen's sister-in-law, and this is still the emperor's personal decree. ”

"Why is it that the groom is alone, and the best man is surrounded by a bunch of little beggars, what does it look like?"

"This ......" who claimed to be a native of Kyoto was silent, not only him, but also the people around him were talking about how the emperor personally gave the marriage, why was it so simple.

Is it shabby?

A box is all his belongings, all his savings over the years are here, even if it is not much, but the red makeup is indeed more than enough, those beggars and Ansheng, are the most vivid existence in his life, oh, there are two people, they are now fighting on the battlefield, probably can't come, besides, who else can walk this road with him to pick up his most beloved girl, he really can't think of.

Other families choose an auspicious day to worship at the church, but on their Chinese New Year's Eve, the emperor said, "When the family is reunited, it is a good day." ”

In this way, the flourishing chapel ceremony is in the evening, there is no banquet for guests, as long as a glass of wine is given, and a word of happiness is given, you can sit down and eat a banquet to attend the wedding of two newlyweds.

Kyoto is full of wine, and the newcomers are drunk.

The son on the horse was dressed in red, with a high ponytail, a flamboyant hairband, and a dazzling red dress, a bright smile on his face, and the galaxy in his eyes could not be covered, only the pear vortex at the corner of his mouth, only his little lady could see it.

Su Li stood on the tall building, looking at the lively team below, the wind blew his long hair, he seemed to be thinner than before, as if he was going to go away as soon as the wind blew, dressed in ethereal white, in this bustle, it looked out of place.

The boy on horseback was about to pass in front of him, he picked up the wine glass on the table, and slowly poured it to the ground, the sound of gurgling water disappeared into the noise.

When people passed by, he just turned around, and the flying corners of his skirt swept the wine stains on the ground, and he said, "A hundred years are good." ”

There is no lively beating of gongs and drums, and there is no sound of joy coming and going, only noisy children, babbling from afar, "Marry the bride, marry the bride." ”

The girl in the blood-colored Luo shirt sat in front of the bronze mirror, her eyebrows and eyes were full of stunning colors, Xiao Pick was for the sake of her girl, and she went to Zuiyu Lou to invite Chunyu to dress up her girl, the red at the end of her eyes, Seventeen had boasted, Xiao Pick remembered, but there was no craftsmanship, so she specially invited Chunyu, Chunyu did not shirk, and specially shirked tonight's performance to dress her up.

"Shall I draw a golden flower for the girl?"

The beauty didn't open her eyes, and a shallow voice sounded, "Okay." ”

Xiao Pick smiled and brought her a hair crown, the golden tassel and the tassel pendant around the waist complement each other, the wedding dress is the matchmaker overnight, although it is not as luxurious as the princess's wedding dress, but it is simple, light, without too much decoration, the dress is not an ordinary girl's silk satin, but a flowing gauze dress, the matchmaker knows her very well, and the people around her are trying to love her.

"Girl, do you want to comb this braid today? This braid doesn't quite fit with today's whole. Xiao Xiao looked at the delicate but incompatible bell with some hesitation.

"Braid."

The small pick is not entangled, and the braids are braided in three or two clicks, and at the same time, the grooming of the spring rain has also been completed.

Yiren slowly opened his eyes, the woman in the bronze mirror, her skin is like clotted fat, her eyebrows and eyes are like silk, her lips are delicate, her nose is delicate, there is a golden lotus flower between her foreheads, and a touch of red at the end of her eyes.

"I finally know why Seventeen said that you are the most suitable for red clothes, if you wear white clothes, you will make people think that you are a fairy in the world, and you are not from the same world as us."

Xia Zhishu arrived before he could speak, Yiren turned around, and before he could speak, he saw Xia Zhishu running over with a surprised face, looking her up and down, "It's really beautiful, I want to be like you in the future." As he spoke, he turned his head and asked Chunyu, "Miss Chunyu, when I get married in the future, can you also ask you to dress up for me." ”

The friendship of the little girl is always so inexplicable, but Yiren's mind is not here, remembering a past.

It was about a long time ago, she wore a white cloud smoke, moved a chaise longue to bask in the sun in the yard, Xiao Pick said that Seventeen was coming, looked at it and left, she didn't think too much about it at the time, after all, Seventeen is not very serious.

About half an hour later, she was fascinated by the book, there was a fragrance after bathing around the tip of her nose, and as soon as she looked up, she saw the man sitting cross-legged under the osmanthus tree, holding his chin in one hand and looking at her quietly.

"What are you doing so far away, why are you sitting on the ground?"

Seventeen didn't speak, kept smiling, just looked at her quietly, Yiren was seen too much, there was nothing uncomfortable, and he didn't care about him, until it was dark, he didn't think of him, and when he looked up, he didn't see his figure, Xiao Pick poked his head out of the kitchen, "Seventeen Gongzi just kept looking at you, and he seemed a little lost when he left, probably because he felt that the girl had snubbed him." ”

Really? But according to Seventeen's temperament, it shouldn't have been so quiet.

Later, no matter how she asked, he just didn't say it, just said: "The little lady is so good-looking, I feel ashamed." ”

According to such a stunning appearance as Seventeen, it was a bit insulting to say this, and the Yiren didn't ask much later.

Looking back now, I found that she was not dressed in white, and Seventeen would always watch her quietly, no matter what she did, he would not bother, and then leave quietly.

Is it because he is afraid that they are not people of the same world, what has such a son gone through, so that he will face all this so carefully?

"Girl? Girl? ”

"Huh?" Yiren came back to his senses, and there was a slightly worried look in front of him, "What does the girl think?" Can you get distracted when you get married? The auspicious time has arrived, and Jingming has come to invite the girl. ”

Yiren shook his head, got up and walked out, walked to the door and suddenly stopped, took out a bulging purse from his cuff and put it in Jingming's hand.

Jingming kept his head down, feeling the weight of his hand, he was stunned at first, but this time he didn't refuse, he accepted it properly, made a big gift, and didn't speak.

"Let's go."

Got married.