Ming Dynasty, Hongzhi period.

Daxing County, Shuntian Prefecture, in front of a house with a large area in Xiajiazhuang.

The slightly old wooden door has two red characters pasted on it, and the red decoration can be seen everywhere, and people who come and go are smiling and happy.

It's clear that this is a marriage.

The groom was standing outside the door in a red wedding dress, and in the eyes of outsiders, he was waiting for the arrival of his new wife.

But in fact, Xia Yuan was stunned at this moment.

Confused, incomprehensible, all kinds of confused emotions came to my heart.

When I woke up, I found that I had inexplicably crossed over.

My head was dizzy and before I had time to accept this reality, I found myself wearing a red wedding dress, and then I was about to get married.

Then there are all kinds of memories that come back.

Ming Dynasty, Hongzhi period.

The people of Xiajiazhuang are also called Xia Yuan.

The original owner of the crossing he crossed was an orphan after his parents died a year ago.

This is very much in line with the basic setting of the crossing, a proper protagonist template.

Due to the death of his parents, the original owner failed to withstand the blow for a while, and soon became ill.

The villagers are simple and close to each other, seeing Xia Yuan's parents in distress, Xia Yuan has a posture of following his parents.

Several relatives who are close to each other remember that Xia Yuan's father had a friendship with Zhao Fugui in Zhaojia Village next door, especially during the pregnancy of the daughter-in-law of both parties, the two also had a finger for marriage, promising each other that if they were a man and a woman, they would become a couple.

In the end, the Xia family gave birth to a son, and the Zhao family gave birth to a daughter.

And Zhao Fugui's daughter is named Zhao Yueru, the same age as Xia Yuan, seventeen years old, just in marriageable age, and waiting for the word boudoir.

If Xia Yuan's parents hadn't suffered, they would probably find someone to help match them at this time, so that the two could become a couple.

Thinking of this, several relatives saw that Xia Yuan had been ill for a long time, so they helped to settle the marriage, hoping to take advantage of the marriage to rejoice.

But it is clear that this rush of joy belongs to feudal superstition.

On the day of marriage, the original owner, who had always been weak in his body, directly received the bento, and Xia Yuan also occupied the magpie's nest and crossed over.

It was precisely because of the weakness of the original owner that he did not ride a tall horse to greet his relatives, but waited outside the door.

It's just strange to say, Xia Yuan, who crossed over, didn't feel weak, but felt that he had inexhaustible strength all over his body.

It was difficult to figure out the reason for this for a while, and he could only blame it on the welfare of the traverser.

After sorting out the memories in his mind, Xia Yuan, who was standing at the door, unconsciously had a little expectation on his face, and began to look into the distance.

Yes, he is not against this marriage at all, and even looks forward to it.

In my previous life, I was suffering from the problem of the bride price garage, and I was forced to be single for so many years.

And according to the memory of the original owner, this Zhao Yueru is not only the object of her own doll kiss, but also a big beauty, and the village flower of the next village.

Looking at it this way, although it is an arranged marriage, it is really not a loss.

If the parents of the previous life knew, they would probably be very relieved.

Mom and Dad, my son is out of business, I have a daughter-in-law, and I am about to get married.

"The bride has arrived!"

The sound of congratulatory congratulations was endless, just in the congratulatory sound, a chant sounded, Xia Yuan followed the prestige, and on the winding dirt road in the countryside, accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, a big red sedan chair came slowly.

In the blessings of the people around him, Xia Yuan took two steps forward under the mention of Xi Po, and opened the sedan curtain to see a petite figure sitting in the middle of the sedan chair, wearing a big red hijab and not seeing his face clearly.

Then he reached out and picked up his wife, who was sitting in a sedan chair.

The man in his arms seemed to be frightened, let out a small exclamation, and a pair of small hands grabbed the hem of his clothes in a panic, and then grabbed it.

This reaction is strangely cute.

It's just that Xia Yuan is a little confused, at this time it was the Ming Dynasty, an era of etiquette and great defense, but I have heard many people talk about it in my memory, Zhao Yueru is a tall and delicate girl.

According to his understanding, she is a very plump royal sister.

But why is there no meat at all when you hold it?

Thin and small, and weighing, I also feel that the weight is too light.

With doubts, Xia Yuan walked into the courtyard with the bride in his arms, stepped over the brazier, and then entered the house.

The wedding of ordinary people is not as cumbersome as that of dignitaries, and entering the house means that they have to worship and get married.

So Xia Yuan put down the person in his arms.

At this time, he noticed that the bride next to him was indeed too petite.

This height will be up to your shoulders.

What about being tall?

I'm afraid this is not a cheating marriage.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

However, before Xia Yuan could continue to think about it, Xi Po's voice rang out.

The two worshipped heaven and earth, and then walked to the tablet of Xia Yuan's parents and made two bows.

This is followed by the husband and wife worshipping each other, and then the last link is sent to the cave room.

Dusk has passed, and it is approaching night, and there is originally a link of a haunted cave room, but just like the matter of welcoming relatives, it is still considering that the groom is still ill, and this link is also directly omitted.

After the guests had eaten the banquet, after a commotion, there were soon two people left in the new room.

On the wooden table in the room were two bowls of chicken noodle soup with a few pieces of chicken on top, which was considered a meal for the two of them at night.

As soon as Xia Yuan walked to the side of the bed and sat down, he saw that his new daughter-in-law's small body trembled with fear, and her little hands were tightly twisted together, revealing her deep uneasiness.

This little daughter-in-law's courage seems to be a little small.

Xia Yuan pondered in his heart, but after thinking about it, she is only seventeen years old this year, and in this era, it is the age of marriage, and it even belongs to late marriage, but in the previous life, this age was just in high school, and it was the first time she got married, so she naturally didn't have much courage.

Just thinking about it, Xia Yuan noticed that the little hands that were twisted together seemed to be a little rough.

Zhao Fugui has a lot of wealth, and he is a well-known landlord in these ten miles and eight towns, and his daughter has always been in a state of wealth.

But how do these hands seem to work a lot?

Thinking of the bride's petite figure again, and the rumored tall and delicate Zhao Yueru, she didn't match the number at all, Xia Yuan's doubts in his heart were even worse, and then he no longer hesitated, and directly lifted the bride's hijab.

The hijab was lifted, and a slightly immature little face came into view, and the big clear eyes flickered, very innocent and lovely.

It's just that his eyes are a little red and swollen, and with that panicked expression, he looks like a frightened bunny.

In this regard, Xia Yuan couldn't help but be silent, and only asked after a while: "You... Who is it? ”