Throughout the afternoon, Du Jun's room was crowded with little girls who had not yet arrived, chattering and making a lot of noise.

Zhao Yan, Zhao Xiu, Zhao Jia, Tong Qi, and Zhao Ling surrounded Du Jun, asking how to put on makeup, and at the same time supervising Du Jun not to eat.

This is the order that Zheng gave to the five girls when he left.

Stopping Du Jun's small movements again, Zhao Xiu looked at Du Jun with a smile, "Sister, don't even think about eating, wait another hour, and you will get on the sedan chair." ”

Du Jun wants to cry without tears, she is really hungry, she gives a bowl of noodles a day, plus the child in her belly, she wants to eat everything.

"Just take a small bite!"

Du Jun is still struggling.

"No, if your makeup is spent, my mother will scold people." Ignoring Du Jun's pleading eyes, Zhao Xiu insisted on refusing.

But the heart blossomed, "Sister, if you want to complain, complain about your mother." ”

At the end of the Shen period, I heard the sound of suona playing in the distance.

The mother-in-law in the front yard shouted: "Welcome to the family!" Hello to you......"

Zheng, aunt and others rushed into Du Jun's room with hula.

"Zhao Yan, Zhao Jia, a few of you go to hold the red umbrella."

"Zhao Xiu took a few people and went to Sammy."

The tasks that had been assigned before, and when it was approaching, Zheng couldn't help but explain a few more words.

"Gentleman, the sedan chair is here, hurry up and cry twice."

Looking like no one was fine, sitting on the edge of the bed Du Jun, Aunt Liu couldn't help but remind.

Crying marriage is also an indispensable part of ancient marriage, representing reluctance to the mother's family, and it is difficult to come back after marriage.

But Du Jun got married too closely, and he can come back at any time in the future, looking at the anxious Zheng family, he can't cry, and even feels funny.

But when Zheng pulled it over and held it in his arms, Du Jun's eyes turned red unconsciously.

It was only at this time that she had the consciousness of getting married, and she had a maiden home instead of a home in the future.

Du Jun didn't cry, Zheng was anxious, at this time Du Jun was crying, Zheng was also anxious.

"Don't cry, don't cry, it's not good to look like makeup."

persuaded Du Jun in his mouth, but he was already in tears.

"Mother! I can't bear you. ”

Zheng's tears seduced out Du Jun's uneasiness and apprehension hidden in his heart.

This feeling existed when he first crossed over, but he didn't show it, and now he was about to enter a strange family, this emotion suddenly exploded, and Du Jun couldn't help crying.

Everyone hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade them, and it took a long time for Du Jun to stop crying.

This hearty crying completely vented Du Jun's suppressed emotions, got rid of his anxiety and apprehension, and only increased his persistence and firmness.

When I get married and become another wife, I will live a good life.

Everyone secretly praised Du Jun and Zheng's mother-daughter relationship, but the makeup of the crying flowers and the red and swollen eyes, but what should I do?

"It's time for the bride to get on the sedan chair," Wang Miao's wife shouted outside the house.

They all said that they wanted to cry and get married, why did this girl cry so badly? Mrs. Wang, who had been waiting outside the house for a long time, was also impatient.

This wedding is about auspicious times, and it will not be good after auspicious times.

Time was pressing, and he couldn't go into the space to clean up, Du Jun simply applied a layer of powder, covered the three-foot red silk hijab, and a red silk ribbon was connected to the eldest cousin's hand, and was led out of the house.

Zhao Yan and Zhao Jia are on the left and on the right, holding up a red umbrella and protecting Du Jun, implying that the branches and leaves are scattered.

Zhao Xiu took a few girls to sprinkle rice on both sides, and the top of the umbrella and the sedan chair were sprinkled in the sky.

Outside the courtyard, Song Jiang wore a new vermilion straight robe, tied a gold silk spider pattern belt of the same color around his waist, and wore a piece of black jade, the shape seemed rough but simple and calm, and the black hair was tied up, fixed with a homogeneous black jade hairpin, and the whole body was straight, clean and clear.

Seeing Du Jun in a red wedding dress, he was only standing in the sedan chair, smirking.

"The groom, go pick up the red silk!"

Mrs. Wang can't stand it anymore, how shrewd this Song Zhutou is, why is he like a stupid boy now.

"Hey! I'll go."

Hearing the reminder, he hurriedly stepped forward to take the red silk from his eldest cousin.

The silky red silk, connected by the hands of the two, became a family.

"Bride, get on the sedan chair"

A sedan chair driver opened the sedan curtain, Du Jun looked at his feet, supported by Wang Matchmaker, and stepped into the sedan chair.

"Wait for the sedan curtain to be lowered, and the bride can look back." Mrs. Wang dutifully entrusted.

When Du Jun crossed the courtyard gate, Zheng and the other women couldn't come out to see each other.

Shi Dawei, as Du Jun's cousin, on behalf of his mother's family, said to Song Jiang: "My cousin has been handed over to you, I wish you two to grow old together and get married forever." ”

Song Jiang arched his hand and solemnly replied: "I will live up to my cousin's trust, I will take care of Du Jun for the rest of my life and let her live a worry-free life." ”

"The time is up, get up!"

As soon as the voice of the matchmaker Wang fell, the suona of the kiss also sounded again, and the eight sedan chair men bent down and stood up, and the sedan chair left the ground steadily.

"Mother, don't look at it, the eldest sister has already gone away."

Zhao Yan helped Zheng and looked at the sedan chair in the distance at the gate of the courtyard.

"Yes, the gentleman is married, my mother knows, inform you Aunt Ma, let's have a banquet."

said so, but his eyes were still looking at the direction in which the sedan chair left.

Du Jun, who was in the sedan chair, soon came to the small courtyard of Song Jiang after experiencing two rather unexpected sedan chairs.

The firecrackers exploded, listening to the laughter of the children outside, the shouts of the women, and the sedan chair landed steadily.

"The groom's official three arrows are determined"

"The groom kicks the sedan door"

Mrs. Wang commanded loudly.

As soon as the words fell, Du Jun felt that the sedan door was kicked twice.

"The bride gets off the sedan chair"

The sedan curtain opened, and with the support of Mrs. Wang, Du Jun was like a puppet, supported to get off the sedan chair, pulled the red silk again, slowly stepped over the brazier, and came to the main hall.

"The bride is so tall!"

"Did you see the bride's shoes? Satin! Song Zhutou is so good to the bride. ”

"The bride is blessed to be able to marry Song Zhutou."

.......

Bursts of discussion came to the face.

"Worship Heaven and Earth"

"Two Worship Halls"

The two people connected by red silk, under the high-pitched and powerful voice of Dean Zhou, bowed in the direction where Mingyuan was.

"Husband and wife worship each other"

"Sent to the Cave Room"

Crossing the saddle on the threshold of the cave room, the whole process is half completed.

Du Jun was placed on the edge of the bed in the new room, and the people in the room gradually retreated, leaving only the groom, Song Jiang, alone.

Two thick red candles, carved with a lifelike dragon and a phoenix, were lit on the table, and the dim candlelight sprinkled all over the new house.

Under the hijab, Du Jun looked at the black satin thick-soled boots that slowly approached, his heart was "thumping", and every throbbing could be clearly felt.

Song Jiang looked at the bride sitting quietly in front of him, and his hands were sweating with the same nervousness.

Today he finally married the woman he liked.

In the new room, it is unusually quiet, and you can hear the breathing of the person opposite.

After a long time, before Song Jiang could take any action, Du Jun lifted his hijab and glanced at Song Jiang with spring in his eyes, "Do you want to starve me to death!" ”