"The auspicious time has come, play music! The wedding begins. ”

With the roar of the musician, the long-awaited wedding finally opened its new chapter.

Zhao Yang was dressed in a wedding dress, and personally went to the carriage to greet Fan Juan, to be honest, he didn't like this wedding robe, he always felt that he was not a groom official after wearing it, but more like a champion lang.

The curtain of the car was gently opened, and Fan Juan looked at the one standing in front of her; Lang Jun is like a deer in her heart, constantly stringing around, making it difficult for her to calm down.

"Don't be nervous, take a deep breath and relax, you are the most beautiful bride today!"

Zhao Yang stepped forward and grabbed Fan Juan's little hand, the other party's body trembled slightly, Zhao Yang smiled, whispered softly in her ear, and Fan Juan's mood gradually calmed down.

She smiled at Zhao Yang, and the residual heat in her ears made her cheeks flush slightly.

Zhao Yang took Fan Juan's hand and slowly walked out of the carriage, and the maids who were already waiting below put a red envelope in the hands of the two of them.

Zhao Yang led Fan Juan, stepped over the brazier, and walked into the mansion. Coming directly to Huixuan Hall, at this moment, Zhao Feng and Fan Heng were already sitting above, waiting for Zhao Yang and their arrival.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

"Second worship high hall!"

"Husband and wife worship each other!"

"Send to the cave!"

As the etiquette progressed step by step, Zhao Yang's marriage came to an end temporarily, and everyone stepped forward to congratulate Zhao Yang, celebrating that they had consolidated half a point in the party.

Immediately afterwards, the weddings of Zhao Yun and Fan Ying, Xiahoulan and Zhao Yu were also released one after another, originally Zhao Feng wanted Zhao Yang to sit in the main seat, he thought that Zhao Yang, as the lord, should be like this.

Zhao Yang refused, he told Zhao Feng that he only had brothers today, and there was no lord. Zhao Feng had no choice but to continue to sit on the throne and accept the kneeling of the two couples.

When the cumbersome procedures were over, Zhao Yang waved his hand to Zhao Tong, who had been waiting for a long time, and the other party immediately fainted one by one of the delicacies.

Now Shangdang food is the best in the world, many people have only seen it, but they have never eaten it.

Fan Heng and his wife looked at the dishes on the table and smelled the aroma they emitted, and their stomachs couldn't help but growl, which made the two of them embarrassed to find a crack to hide.

The two of them, not to mention the others, heard a grunt from time to time in the room.

"Thank you, for your hard work, come to my Zhao Yang's wedding, I have prepared some small profits for everyone, and when you leave, you can receive it at the concierge."

"Thank you, Lord Zhao!"

"Thank you, Marquis Zhao."

Zhao Yang's words made the atmosphere in the entire lobby active to the peak, and those who knew Zhao Yang knew that the gifts he gave were not ordinary.

Zhao Yang accompanied Fan Heng and his wife, and they toasted each other very harmoniously. Mrs. Fan quietly asked Zhao Yang if she could take a few cooks for his Fan Mansion.

Zhao Yang didn't think about it, and directly agreed, now there are many apprentices in the room, and it is not a problem to give them to a few people from the Fan family.

After Zhao Yang chatted with a few people, he got up and toasted the others.

Fan Heng complained about Mrs. Fan's recklessness and blamed him regardless of the occasion, but Mrs. Fan didn't think so, who made her obsessed with such food!

"I congratulate my lord on his wedding, and wish my lord a happy son as soon as possible, so that our future in the party will be more brilliant."

"Haha, don't worry, just for your words, I will redouble my efforts."

The whole banquet was very lively, and in the backyard, Fan Juan was a little nervous, although this was her wish for two years, but at this moment, she herself was a little anxious.

"Hey, I really hate myself, what is there to be afraid of marrying my beloved."

Fan Juan complained to herself while looking at the wedding room. Xiaolan, the married maid next to her, couldn't help laughing when she saw her like this.

"Dead Nizi, what are you laughing at, if you laugh again, I'll sew your mouth shut."

"Madam, this is the general's order, boil white fungus lotus seed soup for Madame, and the general also said that Madame doesn't have to care about those vulgar etiquette, the body is important."

At this time, two maids walked in from outside, one of whom was still carrying a food box, and she told Fan Juan that Zhao Yang was worried about her body and asked her to drink it while it was hot.

Zhao Yang's thoughtfulness made Fan Juan very warm, looking at the lotus seed soup and a few plates of dim sum on the table, she still couldn't hold back the hunger in her stomach, and sat there to eat.

Fan Juan was swept by the storm, put down the dishes and chopsticks in her hand, stroked her satisfied belly, nodded to the maid waiting on the side, and she sat down on the wedding couch again.

Everything that happened in the backyard, except for the four of them, no one knew what was going on inside.

Zhao Yang toasted everywhere, followed by Zhao Yun and Xia Houlan, who came to the guests this time, but they were all too addicted, and the dishes on each table were changed a few times.

In the end, they all drank with red faces and red ears, and their stomachs were even more round. Zhao Yun and Xiahou Lan glanced at each other, and didn't dare to toast anymore, for fear that if they drank it, the other party would be drunk and unconscious.

Zhao Tong commanded the people who had been arranged a long time ago to send the guests who had been drunk back to his house, and at the same time, the gifts given to them in front of the concierge were also sent back.

The feast gradually came to an end in the midst of a lively uproar, and the rest of the people were so drunk that they couldn't tell the difference between north and south. Only three of them were awake.

Zhao Yang, no one dared to irrigate him at this time, for fear of annoying his housewife, and it was likely that there would be no good fruits to eat in the future.

Zhao Yun, everyone knows that his martial arts are strong, her alcohol consumption is quite good, and no one can really beat him in this at all.

Xia Houlan, everyone has always thought that this kid is stained with his wife's light, and everyone doesn't dare to really get drunk with him, in that case, it is estimated that Zhao Yu will chase them three streets with a knife.

After the last guest was helped to leave, there was no one at the whole banquet, Zhao Yang asked Zhao Yun and Xia Houlan to go back to rest early, he turned around and went to the backyard.

Zhao Yang walked along the corridor towards the wedding room, thinking that he had been in this era for so many years, and he was also a little lonely and lonely in his heart at the beginning.

But from today onwards, he no longer feels like this, and it is more of a responsibility.

Gently pushing open the door and waving her hand to make all the maids retreat, Fan Juan was already asleep against the railing of the bed.

Looking at the exquisite face in his sleep, a sense of happiness in Zhao Yang's heart was born from within.

Zhao Yang took off his wedding robe, and wore it for a day today, which made him uncomfortable, bent down and gently took off his shoes for Fan Juan, never wanting to wake up the sleeping other party.

"Husband, you can't help it, let's do it as a concubine!"

Fan Juan rubbed her hazy eyes, looked at Zhao Yang who was squatting on the ground and taking off her shoes, and immediately stood up in fright, and wanted to pull Zhao Yang up, but unfortunately she didn't have so much strength.

"Madam, don't be so alarmed! Here you are everything to me. My parents died early, and there is only one brother left, Zhao Chun, so we must complement each other and spend our lives together. ”

Zhao Yang took Fan Juan's hand and sat on the wedding couch, Fan Juan snuggled in Zhao Yang's arms, felt the breath of her husband, listened to his desolate words, and felt very sorry for Zhao Yang in her heart.

Others only saw his scenery, and no one could feel and understand his difficulty.

"Madam, it's late at night, shouldn't we rest?"

"Husband, slow down! Wait a minute. ”

Fan Juan heard that her cheeks were pink, got up and walked to the table, and poured two glasses of wine. Standing up and coming to her side, the two of them took their glasses, crossed their arms over each other, and drank the wine from the glass.

"Husband, please have mercy on the concubine!"

Zhao Yang listened, picked up Fan Juan and walked to the wedding couch, and the two played a life march in the room.