Jingxi knows that the general wig bun is woven from animal hair, which is thick and hard, and is used to coil the bun.

There are also wigs made from the shaved hair of the prisoners, and because they are made of real human hair, they feel good to the touch, but such wigs are not easy to come by.

And Jing Xi didn't think that Fang Duruo would buy such a real or fake and send it to him as a wedding gift.

She asked Fang Duruo directly: "This is made of real hair, where did you get it?" ”

Fang Duruo smiled: "That's right, this is indeed real hair." I went to several poor mountain villages, looking for many poor girls, and finally found a girl with a hair color and strands similar to yours, and it took a lot of effort to convince her to sell me her hair. ”

Jing Xi's heart was hot: "Is this why you have been late for many days?" ”

"Yes, I started to prepare after receiving your letter, but I didn't expect that after finding the hair, it would not be easy to do, so it delayed the time. But I think it's all worth it, and today you have to be the most beautiful one. ”

Jing Xi was moved in his heart, but quipped: "It's not easy to make me the most beautiful today, you all dress ugly." ”

Fang Duruo laughed: "You already have a beautiful body, why do you need to call us ugly." ”

Jing Xi looked at the friends around him, almost with tears in his eyes: "Thank you." ”

Fang Duruo saw Jing Xi's reddened eyes from the mirror, so he grabbed her shoulder from behind and patted her gently:

"Ah Xi, no matter what happens in the future, today is a good day for you and Murong Gongzi, you have to be happy."

"Happy, of course I'm happy on such a good day."

Fang Duruo was used to pretending to be a man since she was a child, and she could hardly help with some grooming and dressing up.

And she came all the way, and her robe was a little dirty, so she simply went down to change her clothes.

By the time she came back after washing her face and changing her clothes, Jing Xi was already dressed up.

Jing Xi was already beautiful, but she didn't use powder on weekdays, and she rarely wore jewelry, so she was a little cold when she looked at it.

But today, with light makeup and jewelry, the whole person suddenly brightened. Like a freshly peeled red pomegranate, the red is brilliantly shining.

"Well, is my combing technique a perfect interpretation of what is the icing on the cake?" Bai Lu saw that Fang Duruo, who had just come in, was a little stunned, so he asked for help.

Fang Duruo nodded, and praised without hesitation: "The skills are exquisite." ”

Jing Xi raised his forehead: "Don't brag, I don't know who just removed the pigtails twice." ”

Fang Duruo took the big red hijab on the side and stepped forward: "The time should be almost there." ”

Sixi nodded: "It's okay." ”

Fang Duruo hummed, squatted down, and looked up at Jing Xi: "Then I'm going to help you cover your hijab now." ”

"Okay."

"Ah Xi is so beautiful today, if I were Murong Gongzi, I don't think I would have any regrets in my life."

The big red hijab fell, and Jing Xi was still smiling hard.

Yes, there are no regrets, there will be no regrets.

……

Murong Yu's side is much simpler than Jingxi's here.

So he had been ready for a long time and had been waiting outside the hall.

He was wearing a big red wedding dress today, with wide sleeves and a narrow waist, just standing there, he was personable, like Zhirulan.

After the first glance, people can't take their eyes off it.

On the main seat in the hall sat Grandma Sheng, according to her seniority, she was considered a high hall today.

Even Xuan Yin, who has a distinguished status, also sat at the bottom.

The bed in the new house also made Xiangyun roll in the past, everything was not so in order, but they worked hard to complete the general wedding.

Under Murong Yu's eager gaze, Jing Xi finally asked Bai Lu and Sixi to help him over.

Seeing her slowly walking towards her step by step, Murong Yu couldn't help but cry.

When he looked at the peach blossom in the yard just now, he saw his mother and eldest sister, who were congratulating him.

He is twenty or seven years old this year, and he finally married the woman he loves. His mother and eldest sister were happy for him.

However, this was not the wedding he had imagined he should give her.

His Axi deserves the best in this world. But he couldn't give it anymore, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't give it anymore.

"Ah Xi......" Before she got close, he was calling her name, and his eyes couldn't help but reddened again.

Seeing this, Qingfeng hurriedly stepped forward and handed over the handkerchief, and whispered comfort: "Childe, today is a good day for you and Doctor Jing, you should be happy." ”

"I know," Murong Yu smiled faintly, "I'm just so happy." ”

……

Jing Xi finally walked to Murong Yu's side, and Bai Lu handed the end of the red silk to Murong Yu.

Murong Yu clenched the red silk and suddenly said, "Ah Xi, I want to shake your hand." ”

Jing Xi stretched out his hand directly, and Murong Yu grabbed it.

At that moment, Jing Xi felt that his hands were trembling slightly.

Jing Xi asked in a low voice, "San Lang is this nervous?" ”

Murong Yu hummed softly: "I'm probably too excited." ”

Jing Xi smiled under the hijab, it seemed that he was really happy, but fortunately she didn't listen to him and insisted on holding this wedding.

Having said that, Murong Yu's movements were very steady when he worshipped, and he always had a happy smile in his eyes.

It's just that most of the people who watched the ceremony had mixed feelings in their hearts, and although some of them had a smile on their faces, they had red eyes.

Qingfeng and Yaoshan even tacitly vacated a place between the two, which was deliberately reserved for near the water.

The ceremony of worship was soon over, and Murong Yu personally led Jing Xi back to the new house.

The new house was furnished in the courtyard of his house, right next to the library.

The red color of the room is particularly festive.

Everyone also knew that the two of them didn't have much time to be together, so they didn't come over to make trouble, leaving time and space for the two of them.

Murong Yu had been standing for a long time today, and his body couldn't support it, so he sat next to Jing Xi and rested for a while.

After he was out of breath, he slowly lifted the big red hijab on Jing Xi's head.

When he lifted his hijab, he was both expectant and afraid.

Because he was really afraid that when he lifted his hijab, he would see a tearful face, and he really didn't want to make her cry again.

Fortunately, under the hijab, his Ah Xi was smiling when he looked at him.

"My husband looks so good today." Jing Xi stared at Murong Yu intently, praising from the bottom of his heart.

Murong Yu's lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were reluctant: "Our Ah Xi flowers look like the moon, and even the pearls in the temples have lost their color, and they are suddenly dim." ”