But she was still happy for the Song Painting Temple, and after thinking about it, she threw away the thoughts in her head, and took the hand of the Song Painting Temple as if blaming: "If there are any surprises, tell me them together, otherwise it will be scary next time." ”

Song Huaci smiled flatteringly: "It's not the fairy in the book, there can be so many things there, and there will be no more in the future." ”

After saying that, all three of them laughed.

Song Huaci brought Song Yuanshu to the room she used for medicine, and took out a few bottles of medicine for cold, bruises, and stomach problems to him: "These diseases are common, and the demand is relatively large, so my brother will try to sell them first." If the response is good, we will discuss the specific matters. ”

"Does the temple have faith?" Song Yuanshu asked with a smile.

"Yes, that's why I'm not afraid of you trying. I have some other treatments for other conditions here, and I'll talk about it when the results come in. "Song Painting Temple is also used to making things clear when it comes to business, and it is clear that it is very appetizing for Song Yuanshu.

Song Yuanshu nodded, and said to the Song Painting Ancestral Hall with great satisfaction: "If you don't die in a catastrophe, you will have a blessing, our ancestral hall is a blessed person, and you will be happy in the second half of your life." ”

Song Huaci was caught off guard and received his brother's loving blessing, and he didn't know what to do.

Song Qiaoshu told Song Yuanshu that this sister is a slow heater, and she is not very familiar with him now, so she will be at a loss when she gets along. So that he doesn't have to be sad, as time goes by, it will get better slowly.

Song Yuanshu saw that she was really at a loss, and he didn't make her feel uncomfortable here. He took the medicine and said softly to the Song Painting Temple: "Then my brother took this medicine first, and I will come to tell you if I have news." My brother will help you watch all the matters of the wedding, and you can wait for the wedding with peace of mind. Okay, I'll go first, you rest for a while. ”

Song Huaci sent him out, watching his elegant back getting farther and farther away, but his heart was slightly sweet.

Although she is not very familiar with him now, she really hopes that Song Yuanshu can let her treat him like Song Qiaoshu. There is certainly an element of interest in cooperating with Song Yuanshu, but if someone else is changed, Song Huaci will not choose to believe it so decisively.

Song Huaci has never denied that she longs for family affection. Therefore, if this person is Song Yuanshu, she is willing to take a step forward.

The wedding was in full swing, but the Song Painting Temple had no awareness of being a bride, and there was no nervousness at all. Song Qiaoshu looked at it and felt that she was more anxious than her.

There were two days to go, and the palace finally sent the bride's wedding dress.

The fiery red wedding dress is embroidered with a delicate phoenix pattern, which is lifelike. When Song Huaci tried on clothes, he touched the wings of the phoenix, and sighed to Song Qiaoshu beside him: "To be able to embroider such a delicate pattern, how powerful the clothes are embroidered." ”

Song Qiaoshu glanced at her angrily, didn't answer, and intently instructed the maid to change her clothes, for fear that there would be a slight mistake in her clothes. And Song Huaci only felt that this dress was layer after layer, and it was really troublesome to wear.

When the clothes were finally put on, someone from the palace came forward to check where the clothes did not fit very well, and recorded them and took them back to correct them as soon as possible. Very professional and very demanding.

In fact, the Song Painting Temple already felt very good, but she still saw the palace people keep making comparisons, and then wrote down a lot of things to change, and the Song Painting Temple felt for the first time that she might be too unparticular about living.

When everything was done in a hurry, the people in the palace took the wedding dress and retired, and the Song Painting Temple felt that changing clothes was more tiring than practicing martial arts.

"It's still like this when you get dressed, if you finish the full set ......of etiquette," Song Huaci shook his head.

Hearing Song Huaci's dissatisfaction, Song Qiaoshu smiled and looked out the window: "But, it's really beautiful." ”

On the second day of February in the twentieth year of Zhang Huai, it is advisable to marry. Meng Zhaoyan, the third prince of Cangli, and the fourth daughter of Taifu, Song Huaci, got married, and married Qin and Jin.

In the early morning, as soon as the sky was bright, the Song Painting Temple was pulled up and bathed by the Emperor. She was still sleeping in a daze, so much so that she washed half of the Song Painting Temple before she found that this bath soup was different from what she usually washed.

The milky white bath soup was filled with sesame petals, which smelled fragrant and elegant, and had a smell of herbs, and the Song Painting Temple liked it almost immediately.

Seeing that the Song Painting Temple also held the bath soup in her hand and smelled it, she didn't know what to say.

"Miss, today is your wedding, we are all in a hurry, you seem to be very calm."

Glancing at the few Huilan who were busy outside with a wide variety of jewelry accessories in and out, Song Huaci chuckled: "What's the use of being in a hurry?" Aren't you all worried about me, I'll just be responsible for getting married without making mistakes. ”

She frowned lightly, as if she had a thousand words. She stood behind the Song Painting Ancestral Hall and helped her pull up her hair, not respectfully for the first time, but instructed the Song Painting Temple like a sister.

"Miss is getting married today, and she will be the third princess in the future. Slaves and maids can't follow the young lady to serve, and the young lady must take care of herself when she is outside. Don't stay up late, don't get up late, don't delay the time to eat. Your own body, you must pay attention to it. ”

Song Huaci no longer joked with her, smiled lightly and tilted his head to look at her, and said solemnly: "I know, Qianjuan." What I mean by keeping you in the Song Mansion, you understand, it's not that I don't want to take you, but that I can rest assured that only you are the one who can deliver things to me now. Trust me, I'll take you away one day. ”

A drop of water falls into the bath, creating small circular ripples. Song Huaci didn't expect that the light and self-contained woman on weekdays would cry because of her marriage.

"......The Song Painting Shrine will not comfort people, and at this time I am moved and distressed, but I don't know what to say.

"Today's young lady is married, and the slave is gone." She hurriedly stretched out her sleeves to wipe away her tears, for fear that she would be festive and have a bad idea.

Song Huaci patted the hand holding the scoop and comforted him silently. She held back her tears and smiled again: "The slave has been with Miss for so many years, and I am really happy for Miss when I see you becoming what you are now. In the blink of an eye, you're getting married. The slave maid can't help the young lady with anything, and she is already very content to share a little sorrow for you. ”

The words reminded Song Yuanshu of Song Yuanshu's advice to her yesterday afternoon. Like Qi Jiao, he was also afraid that the Song Painting Temple would not have a good time in the Three Princes' Mansion. A boy even nagged and pulled her to say a lot.

said that her medicine is very effective, and he will sign a long-term contract with her, so don't worry about money in the future. said that although he didn't have much ability, he wouldn't let others bully her. said that the current situation of the third prince told her to be careful not to violate the rules of the palace......

Thinking about it, Song Huaci felt that his eyes were a little sour.

In the past few months since she came to this world, she seems to have experienced many frame-ins, ridicule, and crises, but she has also gained something she didn't get in her previous life - feelings.

Married today, the future is uncertain. Especially in this day and age, human life is simply a worthless thing, and who knows what the future holds? But now the Song Painting Temple feels that it is worth coming to this trip.

Yao came over and brought a woman to open her face to the Song Painting Temple. She didn't say anything superfluous today, smiling from beginning to end, but she didn't seem to want to see the Song Painting Temple. The Quanfu woman held a thin thread and moved on the face of the Song Painting Temple, and she sat aside and looked away.

The thin thread rolled over and over again from the face of the Song Painting Temple, plucking out the tiny fluff. The skin was hot and painful, and it began to turn red slowly. Song Huaci looked at himself in the mirror, and was a little suspicious that this woman was sent by the Yao family to disfigure her.

Thinking of the scene of the woman getting married in the costume TV series I saw by chance in my previous life, shouldn't the bride be like a hibiscus with a face like willows and eyebrows, with white skin and beautiful appearance? How did she get here, and it became like this.

Knowing Song Huaci's doubts, she leaned down and explained in her ear: "Miss don't worry, the red will fade after a while." ”

Song Huaci nodded, and suddenly remembered the principle of the practice of "opening the face", and couldn't help but want to support his forehead. said okay, don't be nervous, how can she even forget such a simple truth now.

Changed into layers of wedding dresses, combed complex and delicate hair buns, and brought pure gold jewelry on the head, the weight of this outfit made the Song Painting Temple staggering.

Because it is really valuable, I was very careful when wearing it, for fear of breaking it. Just dressing up, it took more than an hour.

Song Qiaoshu came in and happened to see the Song Painting Temple where she had finished dressing up. She looked the whole body of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and gave a comment with a smile: "The ancestral hall is so beautiful." ”

Song Huaci raised his head, and saw that Song Qiaoshu felt a little funny like this, and also bent his eyebrows: "Sister didn't see it yesterday, why did you come to praise me again today?" If I do this again, I will be proud. ”

But when the Song Painting Temple sat upright in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror, he stopped talking.

She rarely wears brightly colored clothes, and even less red, never knowing that she can suppress the intensity and heaviness of red. In addition, the golden headdress, although it is heavier, but it adds a bit of value to the Song Painting Temple.

Two days ago, I tried on clothes, and the palace people skillfully and orderly recorded the places that did not fit, and the Song Painting Temple did not have time to look in the mirror. When I looked at it today, I was even a little amazed.

Song Qiaoshu looked at the Song Painting Temple, envious and gratified. She lowered her eyes, adjusted her emotions, and stepped forward to laugh at the Song Painting Temple: "What, you look at yourself and look stunned?" ”

"How can there be ......" Song Huaci took Song Qiaoshu's hand and said with a smile: "Sister is a great beauty, I don't think my sister is." ”

Song Qiaoshu didn't look at her angrily, and was about to speak, but she heard Hui Fang say recently: "Miss, the Third Highness is here with a welcoming team." ”

Hearing this, the Song Painting Temple, which was originally talking and laughing with Song Qiaoshu, had a heartbeat a little faster. Remembering that he had sworn to everyone two days ago that he was not nervous, the Song Painting Temple was a little embarrassed.

Song Huaci looked at Song Qiaoshu and Qianjuan and asked them what to do next. Song Qiaoshu thought for a while and said, "You can sit here." ”

Meng Zhaoyan outside the Song Mansion was riding on a horse, and a red dress made his face like jade. Compared with the usual, there is a little less immortal-like impersonal affection, and a little more amorous and demonic that has fallen into the red dust.

He rarely smiled in front of outsiders, but today there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth from beginning to end, and he clearly told everyone that he was very happy to marry Miss Song.

The procession to welcome relatives was mighty and occupied a street, and the fiery red blanket was spread directly from the palace gate to the Song Mansion, which was very extravagant. Ten miles of red makeup to marry the princess has exceeded the rules of the prince's wedding a lot, and Meng Zhaoyan seems to be unaware.

Everyone was talking about this grand wedding, talking about the prince with leg disease on the horse, talking about the Song Painting Temple, the daughter of the Song family who had not yet appeared, and several scholars and staff members who followed Meng Zhaoyan received Meng Zhaoyan's instructions and were ready to make a hypnotic poem.

One of the scribes in Tsing Yi stood up and opened his mouth to form a poem: "Less makeup, silver whitewash, gold and fine, upright smallpox and precious nature." Smelling that the forbidden season is different, the fragrance of Jiuqiu is full of mirrors. ”

Outside the Song Mansion, there were people watching the excitement, whether it was the common people or Shilin students, they all applauded and helped to coax, and for a while, people outside the Song Mansion were full of voices.

didn't wait for the Song Mansion to react, and after a while, another person from Meng Zhaoyan's side came out to continue to make a hypnotic poem: "I don't know what night it is, urge the balcony to approach the mirror platform." Who said that hibiscus is planted in the water, and a branch is opened in the bronze mirror. ”

Two songs in a row, as the prince, Meng Zhaoyan can be regarded as having enough face for the Song family. At the same time, it also shows his fancy for the Song Painting Temple, and everyone's curiosity about Song Si is becoming more and more curious.

Song Huaci took the transcribed hypnotic poems, not as happy as ordinary brides, but frowned slightly, holding Song Qiaoshu's hand, afraid that she would feel sad.

Song Qiaoshu sighed lightly, stepped forward and gently hugged Song Huaci, carefully not daring to break her makeup: "Silly ancestral hall, sister is happy for you." ”

Envy is envy, but why doesn't she want the Song Painting Temple to have a perfect and grand wedding? She will only put that envy in her heart, and then bless her sincerely.

"Okay, it's time for the ancestral hall to go out, and the big brother is waiting for you outside." Song Qiaoshu let go of the Song Painting Temple.

"Sister, you wait, someone will come and take you away later, you are not allowed to run around here." Song Huaci stood up, pulled her sleeve and whispered to her.

Seeing Song Qiaoshu nodding, Song Huaci put a red hijab on her and helped her out. Halfway through, Song Huaci suddenly lifted his hijab and glanced back at Song Qiaoshu uneasily.

Song Qiaoshu stood dignified and stood still, smiling at her as before. But Song Huaci always felt that as long as she stepped out of this courtyard today, something would leave her.

This kind of cognition, the Song Painting Temple does not understand, but it is extremely uneasy. She suddenly spoke up and instructed Song Qiaoshu again: "Sister, you must wait here." ”

Song Qiaoshu looked inexplicable, smiled and urged her to go out quickly.

But the Song Painting Temple, who got the answer, still felt that there was a sad emotion enveloping her, mourning and mourning for her.

Although her steps were slow, the distance to the door was short, and she finally took a step.

Song Huaci looked back at Song Qiaoshu for the last time before getting married, and she smiled and waved to her, telling her not to stay.

Song Yuanshu was waiting outside the door for the Song Painting Temple, and when he saw her come out, he bent down and asked the maid to help her up.

Song Yuanshu looked very thin, but his pace of walking forward with the Song Painting Temple on his back was very steady. He asked softly for the last time to the Song Painting Temple, "Do you remember what the eldest brother told you last night?" ”

Song Huaci lay on his back, felt his warm body temperature, and replied sullenly: "Well, remember." ”

Song Yuanshu didn't talk to Song Huaci anymore, but just walked towards Meng Zhaoyan step by step and handed over his sister to him.

Meng Zhaoyan had a leg problem and couldn't stand, so he could only sit on the horse all the time. He rode his horse to the sedan chair and stopped, waiting for Song Yuanshu to send the Song Painting Temple over.

After the Song Painting Temple stood up, Meng Zhaoyan bent down and held her hand. He looked at the Song Painting Ancestral Hall's eyes gently, without pretense. No matter how embarrassed the people around him were, he calmly watched the Song Painting Temple get into his sedan chair. and Song Yuanshu exchanged salutes, and then beat their horses away.

Thinking that the sedan chair in the back was sitting in the Song Painting Temple, Meng Zhaoyan felt infinite joy in his heart, and he looked forward to the moment when he lifted the hijab of the Song Painting Temple, and she surprised him.

But Song Huaci did not have the excitement of the newlyweds, she was worried about whether Song Qiaoshu would be able to reach the Three Princes' Mansion safely, and she was thinking about how to deal with the upcoming life. She didn't have enough chips, so the road to the Three Princes' Mansion felt that it was long and short.

The sound of suona outside the sedan chair has not been interrupted, and the bustling crowd makes a noisy sound. And one of the people in the crowd was very surprised that his eyes had been locked on her since the Song Painting Temple appeared.

Is she going to get married?

Shen Yanxiu looked at the Song Painting Temple that stretched out his hand to the third prince, but he didn't expect to see her again, but it was in such a scene.

The Three Princesses. Shen Yanxiu didn't know why, and a sense of amazement surged in his heart.

Cangli wedding customs, the wedding did not bow down to the high hall, so kneeling to heaven and earth is also a private matter for husband and wife. It's just that there are too many other complicated rules, and it's almost afternoon when they're all done.

Song Huaci sat on the bed sprinkled with red dates, peanuts, longan, and lotus seeds, waiting for Meng Zhaoyan to lift her head, she was already extremely tired at this time.

She was not there, but fortunately, Huilan and the others were still following her. Although the four of them are Meng Zhaoyan's people, it is better to get along for a while than to be completely strangers.

Listening to the sound of them saluting Meng Zhaoyan, the originally drooping head of the Song Painting Temple was raised, and the body sat upright.

Meng Zhaoyan picked up the wedding scale and walked slowly to the Song Painting Temple, instead of the inconvenient legs and feet like in the daytime.

After a pause, Meng Zhaoyan did not hesitate at all, and neatly opened Xipa, and a bright and moving face of the Song Painting Temple suddenly crashed into his eyes.

Only he knew that his breath was scrambled for a moment.