Zhang Jinwen was stunned, what happened?

Listening carefully, I am even more puzzled, why are so many people rushing forward?

I heard Qingmei whispering beside the sedan chair: "I'm going to be a son-in-law." ”

Originally, the custom of the son-in-law was that after the woman sent the group of relatives and friends to the groom's house, before the bride got off the sedan chair, the female guests in the group of relatives and friends all held a stick and greeted the groom with a stick, which was to ruin the groom's majesty, which meant that the groom would treat the bride well.

Zhang Jinwen has no elders and no relatives, and Princess Pingyang can't follow her to marry, so those female guards are honorably part-time to marry relatives and friends.

The footsteps just now were theirs.

Before Zhang Jinwen could ask what her son-in-law was, she heard the sound of a stick crackling on her body.

Qingmei sighed and gasped: "Emma, General Zhou is just doing this and being beaten!" ”

Hearing this, Zhang Jinwen's heart was pounding, and she was secretly anxious, she didn't bring any medicine with her, and she didn't know how she was doing.

Fortunately, one person can only beat one stick, and Zhou Ziyu can bear it.

Mom, the prestige of these women's troops is really not covered.

Zhou Ziyu clenched his fists nervously and walked to the sedan chair step by step. The master of ceremonies raised his voice and said, "The bride enters the door." ”

Zhou Ziyu lifted the curtain of the car, stretched out his hand, and stopped in front of Zhang Jinyu.

Zhang Jinwen put her hand in Zhou Ziyu's palm, and her flustered heart suddenly calmed down.

Zhang Jinwen and Zhou Ziyu clasped their fingers tightly and got off the sedan chair.

According to custom, the bride arrives after getting off the sedan chair, and her feet can't touch the soil until she walks into the house, so several servants of the Zhou Mansion, carrying blankets, take turns to spread them at the feet of the bride, until Zhou Ziyu led Zhang Jinwen to the door of the main house.

There was a gold-painted saddle at the door of the room, which was the saddle on Zhou Ziyu's mount when he entered Los Angeles, which was specially cleaned, wrapped in a brocade carpet, and painted with gold paint.

The master of ceremonies said in a loud voice: "The bride sits in the saddle." ”

Zhou Ziyu's hand was silently forced, Zhang Jinwen saw her familiar saddle on the ground under the hijab, her heart was hot, she slowly lowered her body, sat on it, and stood up with Zhou Ziyu's hand.

The master of ceremonies said loudly again: "The bride enters the door." ”

After entering the door, the worship hall begins.

Zhou Ziyu still didn't let go, and took Zhang Jin's daughter to the center of the hall safely.

The master of ceremonies shouted: "Worship heaven and earth!" ”

"Second worship high hall!"

"Husband and wife worship each other!"

Zhang Jinwen bowed respectfully, and when she heard the husband and wife worshipping each other, she still couldn't help but burst into tears, and hurriedly held back.

The master of ceremonies shouted: "Lift the hijab!" ”

The commotion in the hall fell silent.

Zhang Jinwen had no tears at all, looked down at the red hijab, and the scale rod picked up a corner. She didn't have time to wipe the corners of her eyes, and covered her face with a fan, not wanting everyone to see her tears.

Someone coaxed: "The bride put down the fan quickly, let us see how beautiful it is." ”

Someone shouted: "Zhou Dalang, hurry up, chant poetry." ”

It turned out that the groom had to chant the "fan poem" in public, and asked the bride to remove the fan so that everyone could see her face, and the lively wedding ceremony was completed.

Zhang Jinwen hit the fan crookedly, and only then did she remember the true function of the fan, hid behind the fan, and burst into laughter.

When the others saw the bride's shoulders shaking, they started to coax more and more, shouting nonsense. There are naughty children peeking at Zhang Jinwen from the bottom up, giggling.

Zhou Ziyu was prepared and immediately recited a poem.

Zhang Jinwen cried and laughed, didn't hear anything clearly, and kept holding the fan in her hand.

Everyone shouted again: "Zhou Dalang, come again!" ”

Zhou Ziyu smiled, he had just sensed Zhang Jinyu's nervousness, holding a fan at this time, he must also be nervous, and he couldn't read ten more songs.

"Zhang Guozhu, I want to ask a question."

Zhang Jinwen subconsciously took the fan away and looked at the person who asked: "What are you asking?" ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

Zhang Jinwen found that she had grown bigger, but fortunately, the thick fat powder covered her blushing face.

The master of ceremonies shouted: "Husband and wife enter the cave room." ”

Zhou Ziyu smiled and stretched out his hand, led the overwhelmed Zhang Jinwen, and walked unhurriedly to the newlywed courtyard.

Entering the courtyard, there were already several female guests waiting in the new house.

Zhou Ziyu whispered in Zhang Jinyu's ear: "Jin'er, you sit here and rest for a while, let Ziyao accompany you, and I will go to the front to greet the guests for a drink." ”

Zhang Jinwen nodded lightly, and Zhou Ziyu strode away with confidence.

Among the female guests, Zhang Jinwen only knew Zhou Ziyao.

Zhou Ziyao introduced the identities of these people one by one, but Zhang Jinwen didn't remember any of them, she was so pressed by the hair ornament on her head that she couldn't move.

These female guests are also the name of Zhang Jinwen for a long time, and they specially waited to see it in the new house. They said a few polite words complimenting the bride for her beauty, and then left.

Only Zhou Ziyao remained.

The two have not seen each other for a long time, and they are already a little stranger to each other.

Zhang Jinwen remembered Song Shanggong's teachings, and took the lead in smiling: "Ziyao, you are so beautiful today." ”

Zhou Ziyao had always been worried that Zhang Jinwen would be angry with her, and at this time she also put her mind at ease: "Jin'er, you are the most beautiful today." You look so good with grease powder! ”

Zhang Jinwen smiled: "When the time comes, you will be even better looking than me." ”

Zhou Ziyao took Zhang Jin's hand: "Wow, wow, wow, Jin'er, you have to make me beauty soup, you see, I have acne here." ”

Sure enough, on Zhou Ziyao's upturned chin, there were two red bumps the size of mung beans.

Zhang Jinwen smiled: "Okay, wait until I apply some ointment to you tomorrow and cook some soup." ”

Seeing Zhang Jin's smile so gentle and her answer so intimate, Zhou Ziyao was so happy: "Jin'er, are you hungry?" ”

Zhang Jinwen smiled: "Hungry! ”

I drank only two mouthfuls of ginseng soup with a straw all day, and I almost shed tears just now, but now I am a little hungry and my hands and feet are weak.

Zhou Ziyao was very righteous: "Wait, I'll ask the maid to bring you good food." ”

The dumplings, dumplings, and dishes on the table in the new house all have special meanings and cannot be touched.

The little maid is also a fan of Zhang Jinwen, and quickly brought a tray of food to eat.

Zhou Ziyao handed the chopsticks to Zhang Jinwen: "Jin'er, you can eat whatever you like, I brought rouge, I can make up the grease for you later." ”

The hardest thing for Zhang Jinwen is not that she is afraid that the rouge will be gone, but that she is afraid that if she bows her head, the headdress will fall off.

Zhou Ziyao simply picked up the bowl and put it to Zhang Jinwen's mouth: "Come, I'll feed you." ”

I heard someone laughing outside the door: "My daughter-in-law, I will wait by myself." ”

Zhang Jinwen raised her eyes and saw Zhou Ziyu, dressed in a red brocade robe, striding in.

As soon as Zhou Ziyao saw the eldest brother coming in, she stood up with great insight and went out with the little maid.

The bride hurriedly followed, led the bride and groom to eat the dumplings of the children and grandchildren, drank a glass of wine, cut the green silk, and quietly withdrew.

In the new house, under the wedding candle, only the bride and groom are left, looking at each other affectionately.