The carved bronze mirror reflects the appearance of a beauty. The willow eyebrows are delicate, the big red rouge dyes the small mouth with a layer of coquettishness, and the cheeks are swept with a faint red. The white and tender skin is like the bright moonlight, which can be broken by blowing; Those smart eyes were rippling and shining, and people couldn't help but feel pity. The thin waist is like a weak willow branch, the ten fingers are like the delicate onion tip, and the three thousand green silk coiled to the top of the head as thick as ink, there is no gold ornament phoenix crown, but a crane hairpin, dotted with small beads, it is already shining.

The big red wedding dress is even more beautiful. The red satin is embroidered with a white crane, embroidered vividly, and the fairy spirit that does not eat the fireworks of the world is outlined in a few stitches. The sleeves of the skirt are embellished with elegant gardenias, and the petals imply layers of happiness, falling at her feet, like a fairy surrounded by her.

Their wedding was very simple, there was no big red sedan chair, no suona firecrackers, just a simple visit to the church, and then invite the villagers to drink a glass of wine.

The auspicious time has arrived.

Aunt Dao walked in and helped her out of the Qinglu. The sun outside the door was a little dazzling, and Shen Muyao's heart was pounding.

She's getting married.

After today, she is Xiao Heng's wife, life after life, and her white head will not be separated.

Walking to the door, she vaguely saw Xiao Heng.

Xiao Heng is dressed in a big red wedding robe, which is also an embroidered crane in the clouds, which is worn on him, in addition to festivity, there is also a different kind of fairy wind bones.

Sure enough, as he himself said, everything he wears is handsome and good-looking.

When Xiao Heng saw her, she was also dazzled by beauty.

He was used to seeing Shen Muyao's plain clothes and white clothes, and now he was wearing a red wedding dress, and the delicate face faintly visible behind the red hijab made his heart suffocate.

Such a beautiful person will soon be his wife.

Xiao Heng took Shen Muyao's hand, and the two stepped over the brazier together and walked into the happy hall.

Everyone in the happy hall exclaimed: What a talented woman, born a pair!

The tablets of Shen Muyao's parents and grandfather were placed on the altar, and the two knelt down together, and the Xi Po stretched out her voice and said highly: "Worship heaven and earth!" ”

This worship, worship heaven and earth to give you and me a good relationship.

"Second worship high hall!"

This worship will never be forgotten thanks to the grace of parents.

"Husband and wife worship each other!"

This worship, worship you and my husband and wife, love and grow old together.

"Send to the cave!"

From this moment on, a hundred years of fate has been set, even if it is birth, old age, sickness and death, there is a red thread closely connected, life after life, no longer separated.

Shen Muyao sat on the joyful collapse, faintly nervous in her heart. Xiao Heng was reluctant to let her wait too long, and couldn't wait to come over after drinking a few glasses of wine. Shen Muyao looked out, and a vague image of a person in a bright red wedding dress walked towards her, and a pair of silver silk embroidered crane shoes stopped in front of her.

Xiao Heng looked down at her for a long time before lifting the red hijab. Rao was already mentally prepared, but Xiao Heng was still shocked by the gorgeous face and held his breath. Shen Muyao raised her head, met the sword eyebrows, and smiled again.

What is called Liugong Fandel without color, Xiao Heng can be regarded as having experienced.

He took Shen Muyao's hand and brought her to the table: "Come, drink the wine first." ”

With their arms staggered, the crisp inlet of the liquor symbolizes the unity of the two and the sharing of weal and sorrow.

After drinking, Shen Muyao's face gradually became rosy under the lights, and she lowered her head shyly.

Xiao Heng chuckled and said something in her ear, and Shen Muyao's face turned red: "No shame!" ”

"More shameless things are yet to come!" Xiao Heng picked her up horizontally and put her on the bed.

The saffron candle flame is swaying, and the night is warm for the spring night.