April 15, the day of Du Jun's marriage.

When he was ugly, Du Jun was woken up by Zheng, bathed again, and changed clothes.

Looking at the bright moon still hanging in the sky outside, I couldn't help but hold my forehead, mother, isn't it too early for us to get up.

In ancient times, weddings were held at five o'clock in the afternoon, but now it is only five o'clock in the morning, and there are still six hours.

"It's not early, you are close to your husband's house, if it is far away, you have to get up earlier than this to clean up."

Listening to Du Jun's complaints, Zheng glanced at her, this girl was born in happiness and didn't know happiness.

"After bathing, you have to twist your face, comb your hair, pull your hair, and put on makeup, doesn't it take time? That new daughter-in-law with such a lazy ....... you"

Watching Zheng's lips fly up and down, Du Jun resigned himself to following the process to clean himself up.

Zheng, who is anxious for his daughter, can't afford to hurt it!

At this hour, there were people walking around the yard one after another, and it seemed that it was not only her who got up early, but everyone got up.

Du Jun, who had been soaking for nearly half an hour, climbed out of the bathtub, put on his middle coat, and his aunt began to wring noodles for her.

Twisting noodles is a technical job, first apply powder to the face, two red cotton threads are intertwined into a strand, the aunt bites a head in her mouth, and the remaining head is pulled apart with both hands, the thread is straightened between the two hands, and when it hits the face, the hair can be twisted off.

As the aunt's fingers moved flexibly, her face tingled slightly, and Du Jun's face began to become white and smooth.

An unknown sister-in-law was reading the "Open Face Song" next to her, blessing the newlyweds.

"The left bullet gives birth to a noble son, the right bullet gives birth to a delicate man, and the third line of bullets on one side is stable, and the young lady gives birth to a unicorn. The eyebrows are pulled like a crescent, and the champion looks at the flowers. We congratulate you today and congratulate you on becoming a bride. ”

The voice is tactful and listening, accompanied by the movements of the aunt's hands, interspersed with it, but it also cooperates quite tacitly.

When you touch your face, it's really as smooth and tender as a freshly peeled egg.

After twisting noodles, she combed her hair, and her aunt took a peach wood comb, touched Du Jun's smooth hair like a waterfall, and combed it to the end.

After half a year of cultivation, Du Jun's hair is much darker and brighter than when he first crossed, and the length has also increased a lot.

While combing his hair, he chanted a ten-comb song, which was a blessing from the elders to the younger generations.

A comb to the end;

Second, comb my girl's white hair and eyebrows;

The children and grandchildren of the three-comb girl are all over the ground;

The four-comb master has good luck and meets nobles when he goes out;

Five combs and five sons came to receive the deed, and the five silver shoots were all in kind;

Six combs of relatives and friends came to help celebrate, and the boudoir dyed carmine in the mirror;

Seven combs and seven sisters go down to the earth with Dong Yong, and the Queqiao elevated is light and flat with each other;

Eight combs and eight immortals come to celebrate birthdays, and the treasure duck travels through the lotus road;

Nine combs and nine sons are all in a row;

Ten combs of husband and wife are old to white-headed.

After combing the hair, it is to pull the hair, and the whole hair is made into a coiled bun on the top of the head, and the step shake, silk flowers, earrings and other ornaments are inserted.

The last is to put on makeup, but when Du Jun saw the incense powder brought by his aunt, he hurriedly stopped it.

Joke, if these incense powders get on the face, it will be like falling into a pile of flour, and there will be no beauty in the slightest.

Pushing his aunt out of the room, Du Jun insisted on putting on his own makeup.

I closed the door and entered the space.

Lotion, foundation, lotion, eyebrow pencil, lipstick, facing the modern mirror, Du Jun put on a perfect set of makeup for himself.

I still have a slight regret in my heart, mascara and eyeshadow can't be used.

From the inside to the outside, he changed into a handmade red wedding dress, satin embroidered shoes, a tassel ribbon at the waist, and a brocade embroidered with auspicious patterns on his shoulders, pushed the door out and displayed it in front of everyone.

Accustomed to seeing Du Jun facing the sky, everyone was surprised when they saw Du Jun who was slightly powdered and carefully dressed.

Du Jun's face can only be called delicate, but now this face is eye-catching, giving people a sense of amazement, plus a set of head and face embellishments, the festive red wedding dress, the whole person is more radiant.

The curved willow eyebrows, a pair of apricot eyes are large and bright, the lips are coral red, glowing with the brilliance of ointment, and the skin is transparent, not like the white face of the common bride, but a thin layer of powder, plus the light blush of the cheeks, which sets off the bride's shyness.

"Big sister, you are so beautiful!" Zhao Xiu couldn't help but praise.

"Yes, eldest sister, when did you learn to put on makeup?" Zhao Jia also said on the side.

Forehead! This question is so sharp, how to explain it?

Fortunately, at this time, Zheng walked in with a bowl of noodles in the back.

Eating noodles is a smooth and prosperous life in the future.

With the noodles in hand, the two sat looking at each other in the room.

Eating the noodles made by Zheng carefully, Zheng looked at Du Jun without blinking.

The girl is finally going out to get married, why is she suddenly very reluctant in her heart.

Wiping the tears that came out of his eyes, "Gentleman, you are married, it is different from when you were in your mother's house, you have to restrain your temper, when you get to your mother-in-law's house, don't always make your husband angry, and ah, you should also pay attention to your words, especially for Song Jiang's elders, they are a big family, the relationship is complicated, and there must be many things, you have to bear with it more, don't talk if you don't come out, you know?" ”

"Mother, you've said it several times!"

"Then I'll say it again, you kid is stubborn, and you have to be strong, my mother is afraid that you will suffer, you just want to hear it in the future, but you can't hear it, you have become the daughter-in-law of the Song family, and my mother can still run over to talk about you."

I have never seen such a heartless bride, I think I couldn't eat a bite at the beginning, but she is good, a bowl full of noodles to eat.

Du Jun didn't want to eat more, but since she got up, it was already noon, and she was really hungry.

"Mother, I will come back to see you often in the future, you don't have to worry, you can talk about me at any time."

"Phew! On the day of the wedding, don't say it's unlucky to go back to your parents' home, besides, you are already a married woman, how can you come back often? ”

"The farm is still there, and I'm going to continue to run it after I get married, so I'll be able to see you?" Du Junhun replied indifferently.

Zheng suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said to Du Jun: "Yesterday, your aunt came over, and she saw that you were pregnant, and interrogated me for a long time, you have been married for less than four months, and you are about to give birth to a child, how can you explain it to everyone at that time?" ”

"Hey, how did my aunt see it?" Du Jun asked in surprise.

No wonder Du Jun was surprised, no one on the farm could see it, how could the aunt know?

This is actually a misunderstanding, the people on the farm are with Du Jun every day, and Du Jun's physical changes can't be seen, but the aunt hasn't seen it for a long time, but can see it.

It's no wonder that the people on the farm, who have seen pregnant women who are not idle every day and still do yoga, just think that Du Jun is in a better mood and fatter, so they don't think about being pregnant.

"This....... Your aunt didn't say it, and I didn't dare to admit it, gentleman, you still have to think of a way. Zheng said anxiously.

"Okay, mother, Song Jiang and I will be confident that we will think it through, but it's really not good, I'll go to Mingyuan to give birth to the child, and no one knows me there anyway."

Anyway, Song Jiang also told his family that this child is his, and it doesn't matter if he is born early or late.

"It's also a way to go to Mingyuan, I will take care of the child, just say that I am going to take care of you who are pregnant, and there is also an excuse." Zheng thought for a moment and nodded.