The eleventh day of the lunar month, the year of Yiyou, the month of Jichou, the day of Jihai.

The sun was shining brightly, and the halo was shining through the thin clouds.

The bluestone road is sprinkled with layers of cold plum petals, and the gentle cold wind and frost roll up the elegant fragrance of flowers permeating the Miao Village.

Following the path of the ancestors of the Jiuli tribe into southern Yunnan, the wedding procession of the Great Witch came from the northeast and slowly marched to the southwest bamboo building.

The roadside is full of Miao Di guards who maintain the order of the wedding, and the onlookers on both sides are surging and endless.

Ten miles of red makeup greeted each other, and for thousands of years, the wedding of the Black Miao Witch affected the hearts of the clansmen.

The bell of Lile rang through the clouds, and every household hung red silk, blessing the best girl in Miaodi.

"The Great Witch finally ushered in this day......"

"What does the granddaughter of Patriarch Tong Jia Muqiu look like?"

"It is written on the bulletin list that the name of this generation of great witches is July, what a beautiful name!"

"She must be a fairy-looking girl!"

The crowd was mixed with the chatter of the clansmen, and they were looking forward to the upcoming team on the other side of the bluestone road.

The sound of firecrackers continues, the sound of ritual music has passed thirty years, and the first wave of queues gradually appeared in front of the archway of Miaozhai.

The big red sedan chair that was not given for the wedding, and July appeared in front of the people in a wedding dress wrapped by the guards.

This is the first time in July, and it will also be the last time to officially show his true face in front of the Miao people of Heishui River.

She hopes to get close to her people without barriers and show off the demeanor of the Great Witch.

The mighty queue is dominated by maids in fancy costumes, spreading the black water collected in the morning, splashing the petals on the road.

Zong Zheng Qingrong walked in the center with a girl with light makeup, and the July wedding dress was particularly special, a pink Han handmade embroidered cheongsam.

The elegant tones and simple ornaments set off the extraordinary makeup temperament of the Black Miao Dawu.

July took a break and looked at the flow of people around him quietly, with a touch of sentimentality on his beautiful faces.

Suddenly, my heart was touched, and I said, "Mother-in-law Zongzheng, from now on..."

A touch of breeze blows, carrying the mood of the people on the side of the road, after the big witch gets married, he will step out of the Miao village from now on.

Zong Zheng Qingrong patted the back of Qiyue's hand and said soothingly: "Don't worry, girl, in the future, I will treat my clansmen like my own children." ”

A series of expectant and envious eyes, thousands of sad and reluctant eyes gathered in the wedding procession, gathered in the queue of gorgeous costumes, on the bride to be married in a cheongsam.

Ning Yun wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said softly: "Girl, today is a good day for you." Let's blow the Seven Laws for the last time for the clansmen. ”

A jade flute was passed through several people and presented to July.

The light lips touch slightly, the jade fingers open and close, and the faint rhyme swirls.

Like spring and white snow, shining on the ups and downs of the world;

It is like the bright moon in the sky, and the immortal stars are shining;

The wisdom of transcendence is hidden in the light rhyme of the flute, and the quiet and clear rhythm washes the hustle and bustle of the soul.

Since then, the seven laws of nature have disappeared, and the girl who blows the flute has come out of the boudoir to usher in marriage.

After the song was finished, the tactful sound of the flute still remained in the hearts of the clansmen, and tears had already hung in the corners of their eyes.

"Qingyin farewell, sad alone!"

July Youyou covered her head with thin silk, her beautiful eyes were as beautiful as stars, and she said, "Mother-in-law, let's go, Beichen should be in a hurry." ”

On this day, in front of the bamboo building on the riverside.

Inside the bamboo complex, which symbolizes the power center of the black seedlings, expensive silk soft materials are hung high.

The big red happy words are posted in a conspicuous place inside and outside the house, which seems to show the identity and family background of the hero and heroine of the wedding.

As the only representative of the man's family, Qijian wore a bright red Miao costume.

He said with a helpless gesture: "The Miao people have really worked the marriage of the Great Witch. ”

The cost of ten miles of green silk satin and cold plum petals alone is almost staggering, but it caters to July's extraordinary status.

Zhu Beichen uncomfortably loosened the buttons between his tunics, and the tight Miaodi groom's clothes were almost breathless.

He asked, "What about the crazy girl, why didn't you see her figure today?" ”

Shichima replied: "She has already left, saying that her superiors have other tasks and need her to rush back." ”

Zhu Beichen's face was lonely, he understood Han Qingxin's feelings, but he couldn't accept that before he could say goodbye, the person had already left.

Now, he stands outside the bamboo building.

Pacing restlessly, sweat rolling down the sweat glands on his forehead, revealing his mood at this time.

Shichima sneered and said, "Don't worry, the bride will be here soon." ”

Zhu Beichen's cheeks were flushed, and he couldn't think of words to refute.

This is the first time he has experienced a wedding banquet, and it is such a grand scene, and more importantly, the hero and heroine of the wedding are him and July.

Zhu Beichen glared at Qijian in annoyance and said, "I'm not in a hurry, it's just the first time, and I don't know what to do." ”

The sound of ceremonial music was melodious, resounding through the mountains and black waters, and the wedding procession of the great witch escort finally appeared in front of the main road of the bamboo building.

Qijian's eyes were slightly condensed, and he said enviously: "Dawu is really intimate to you, and the wedding dress for the big wedding specially chose a Hanfu cheongsam." ”

On the side of the bamboo building, the married girls sang the unique festive songs of Heishui River, adding joy to the wedding, and the songs blessed the couple.

In July, with the support of Zongzheng Qingrong and Ning Yun, Jade Foot stepped on the bluestone floor and came to the front of the bamboo building.

Zong Zheng Qingrong smiled lovingly, reluctantly put July's hand in Zhu Beichen's palm, and blessed: "Junior, I will hand over her granddaughter to you on behalf of Master Tong Jia Muqiu, and I hope you will treat July well in the future." ”

Zhu Beichen took the jade hand of July with a lot of anxiety, and the palm of his hand was warm, lightly conveying the temperature of the girl in front of him and the dusty fragrance.

He said emotionally: "Mother-in-law, don't worry, after today, July will be my wife." I will treat her with sincerity. ”

Zong Zheng Qingrong smiled with satisfaction, the young man in front of her spoke sincerely, and she felt full of joy and joy for the deceased Tong Jia Muqiu.

The blessed eyes looked at the couple, and the thousand-year-old bamboo building silently conveyed joy and feelings.

July lowered her head shyly, her delicate eyes blinked slightly in the silk hijab, and her lips opened slightly, but she couldn't say a word.

The solemn and holy moment is coming, and the case of the ancestors is placed in front of the newcomers, with their backs to the homeland of the Han land in the northeast.

A marriage certificate is presented, and the newlyweds need to write their lives on a red piece of paper, and then cremate before suing the gods, praying to the gods, and praying for blessings.

Zhu Beichen picked up the pen and pondered.

He looked up intently at the girl in the thin veil, resolutely suppressed her trembling arms, and wrote his name on the red paper.

On the red scroll, it is written: Zhuge Beichen.

July took the pen, and the delicate font was completed on the paper, and it was written: Tong Jia July.

The flames of the gas completely turned the red paper with the names of the two men to ashes, and the dust and breeze drifted away among the mountains.

Zongzheng Qingrong followed the etiquette procedures of the wedding ceremony of the great witch in the clan, and solemnly said in a deep voice: the newlyweds bow to heaven and earth.

Zhu Beichen held July's palm, knelt down in front of the god case, and bowed for the first time.

Immediately after that, the follow-up voice came again: the second time, bow to the ancestral throne.

Zhu Beichen and July touched their heads to the ground again reverently, and completed the action according to the words of the officiant.

"Husband and wife!"

He took July's hand away, and the two stood apart.

Zhu Beichen stared at the bride in front of him, wandering and thinking: The last step, after kowtowing, we are really husband and wife.

July suddenly felt the groom's hesitation, and whispered: If you worship, you have become a husband and wife, and July is willing to live and die together.

The final wedding ceremony was completed, and a couple touched their foreheads to complete the worship.

Behind Zong Zheng Qingrong and the two, he solemnly announced: "Licheng! ”

Ning Yun handed over a piece of jade Ruyi and reminded: "Uncle can lift the girl's hijab, Ning Yun is here to bless you first." ”

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