Song Yihuan was still talking to Song Nuoyan.

Seeing Liu and Song An walking into the room, Song Yihuan knew that it was time for her to leave.

Song Nuoyan stopped what he was talking about, and looked at his father and mother who walked in, his eyes darkened.

The bride of the Li Mansion also stepped into the room, and saw that Song Yihuan had not yet covered her red hijab, revealing a young but colorless beauty embryo face, and her eyes straightened for a moment.

When she came back to her senses, a series of auspicious words came out: "Madame is really a good color, and the prince of Li Mansion is also a good blessing......"

When the other party spoke, Liu had already walked up to Aunt Tao, took the red hijab from the other party's hand, and walked back to Song Yihuan again.

"Huan'er, if you marry in the future, you will become a wife, remember to honor your in-laws and take care of your husband."

"Got it, Mother."

Reluctance flashed in Liu's eyes, and tears flickered.

The red hijab in her hand was already shaking in the void and was covered from Song Yihuan's head.

Then, Song Yihuan's cry sounded from under the red hijab.

This is called crying marriage.

Pretend not to get married, never forget the grace of nurturing, and say goodbye with tears.

"Don't cry, good boy don't cry, let your second brother carry you on the sedan chair."

"Mother—"

Song Yihuan choked up, full of reluctance.

"Little sister, I'll carry you on the sedan chair."

Song Nuoyan walked up to him and half-squatted on the ground.

Song Yihuan, who was under the red hijab, saw Song Nuoyan squatting on the ground, and what caught her eye was the young man's not generous back, but she was so moved.

She looked at the Liu clan in the red hijab that she couldn't see.

The latter took her hands and took two steps forward.

"Huan'er, marry a wife in the future, and live a good life."

"Hmm."

Song Yihuan's voice was still mixed with choked up.

Song Yihuan lay on Song Nuoyan's back, and the latter stood up gently.

The bride immediately said a few words of good luck, led the way in front, and the group quickly walked out of the courtyard.

It wasn't until Song Nuoyan carried the bride on his back out of the Li family's mansion that he saw a mighty, dragon-like welcoming procession.

I also saw the luxurious, well-made, and elaborately decorated eight-lift sedan chair.

The bride greeted Song Promise and asked him to carry the bride on the sedan chair.

Song Nuoyan didn't move, but looked at his mother who was following him.

Liu Shi approached Song Yihuan and said in a low voice: "Huan'er, after entering the sedan chair and sitting down, your hips must not move casually, this means peace and stability, you have to be patient along the way." ”

Song Yihuan: "I know my mother." ”

After the little sister finished talking to her mother, Song Nuoyan carried Song Yihuan on her back and got into the sedan chair.

He personally put the person in the sedan chair and sat down, Xi Niang pulled him behind him, and stuffed another apple into the hand of Song Yihuan who was sitting in the sedan chair.

At this time, both sides of the street were already full of people, and it was already crowded with people.

After all, ten miles of red makeup in Youzhou City is a rare scene in 20 years.

Everyone spread the word about it, and they all knew about the ten miles of red makeup in the Li Mansion to welcome their relatives, and they ran out of the house to watch.

The eight-lift sedan chair was lifted, and Song Yihuan felt that the sedan chair was a little shaky, but it quickly stabilized.

The sound of suona sounded.

Hearing the sound of the neat suona to welcome relatives, Song Yihuan had such a sentence in his mind, the thousand-year-old pipa and the thousand-year-old zheng, the suona sounded for life.

She also forgot where she saw this from, but when she heard the sound of suona just now, such a sentence appeared in her mind.