It is now the eighth day of June, and the red lights of the Song Mansion are hanging high.

As soon as the sky was white, Song Wei got up early in the morning, and the girl held a candlestick to illuminate her. The servants were busy coming and going in her room. Song Weiwei sat in front of the mercury mirror to apply lipstick, and carefully applied it to his lips with his little thumb, and felt dissatisfied with several colors, and his lips were slightly swollen after wiping it with a handkerchief several times.

After being busy with makeup, I finally put on my wedding dress, staring at the girl's already delicate face in the mirror after being modified and beautiful like a blooming peony flower, full of green silk waterfalls scattered over my shoulders, and the big and round cat pupils have no focus, or are still a little confused.

Cai Shi drank a glass of thin wine and took a bite of the meal before slowly coming out.

Song Weiwei was already standing in the hall, and when he saw Cai's approaching, he smiled slightly, and finally wanted to leave this impersonal home.

Cai's lips were also slightly hooked at her, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes, Cai's was wearing a festive dress today, and although the wrist was full of red emerald water, it was a big difference compared to the imperial green jade worn by Song Weiwei, Mo said that Cai's face was ugly, that is, several guests showed strange expressions, (most of these guests are Cai's maiden family). It seems that the third lady really grew up outside, and she doesn't have anything to do with her mother's family at all, and she takes all the good things with her.

Of course, several sisters in the Song Mansion did not miss the look of jealousy when they saw the luxurious tiara she was wearing and those ten boxes of dowry.

Song Zhinian, who was sitting on the main seat, suddenly got up and walked towards Song Weiwei, smiled and patted her on the shoulder, thinking bitterly who could be as generous as me.

Song knelt down slightly, folded his hands and raised them against his forehead, and bowed symbolically, "Daughter, thank my father and mother for their nurturing grace."

Song Zhinian hurriedly reached out and helped her up.

Cai, who was standing in place, put away his smile and showed a hint of disdain. This signal was immediately noticed by the guests attending the banquet. Although everyone doesn't say it, they know it in their hearts——。

A girl hurriedly ran in with a skirt, panting, "Master, madam, the sedan chair has arrived at the gate"

Behind Yunlin is a team of all colors, there are men and women, old and young, although the family business of the Song Mansion is large, what is this compared to the Yunfu, the scene at the door is called a grand style, there are more than 300 people to receive relatives?

Then, Yun Lin turned over and dismounted, very happy, with a happy face, talking with Song Zhinian.

The matchmaker watched the hour pass little by little, and kept urging by the side.

Yun Lin nodded slightly and went, and the team lifted the heavy mahogany box and walked mightily.

When the group walked away, someone whispered to Cai, "Auntie, you just watched these things that belonged to our family slip away one by one."

Cai's glanced at her quickly, her expression became indifferent and indifferent, not letting her be in charge of the family for a lot of time, she thought a lot about her own mistakes before, only when the Song family is bigger, then she has face, "Shut up, our Song family's affairs, where is your turn to take care of"

Even if the man was full of dissatisfaction, half of it was extinguished at this time, muttering: "Aunt's head was squeezed by the door."

A lady who was closer to them lowered the corner of her eye. Squeeze her arm hard. He whispered: "Are you stupid? There are a lot of people here, so you have to make your temperament go back."

The man covered his mouth and didn't dare to scream, and he was so painful that he wanted to faint immediately, and his mother's hand was too heavy.