Chapter 467: Wedding Night in the Bridal Chamber [10]
Zhongqing was familiar with his hand, felt his warmth, and her body trembled slightly. She got off the sedan and let him lead her into the door of the Yi family.
Amidst the sound of firecrackers, Yi Jian and Zhong Qing walked into the east courtyard.
This bride was getting married at the Yi family. It was her first time in X City, and she was married to a young marshal. Naturally, it took a lot of hard work and bustle, but she managed to get it done, and she was no worse than others.
In fact, Yi Jian just wanted to give Zhong Qing a wedding where the matchmaker would marry her.
In addition, he attached great importance to this wedding, so it was done with great fanfare.
Zhongqing originally wanted the position of the young marshal's wife of the Yi family, so she didn't have many requirements for this wedding.
She had never mentioned it to Yi Jian, but Yi Jian shook his head and refused seriously.
Yi Jian's meaning was very simple. How could his young commander's wedding be hasty?
Zhongqing is enjoying herself and doesn't refuse. After all, the bigger the marriage gets, the more it will be good for her.
Good times and good times.
The joy is overwhelming.
One is to worship the heaven and the earth, the other is to worship in the high hall, and the third is to worship the couple.
I love being supported by others and do all these etiquettes well.
It was sent to the bridal chamber.
Zhongqing was covered with a red hijab, so naturally she couldn't see anything. After entering the room, she was helped to sit by the bed.
There are a lot of things around me, such as longan, red dates, peanuts and lotus seeds.
Zhong Qing sat upright and did not dare to move.
I don't know how long it took, but the door was pushed open with a creak and then closed, and it was Yi Jian who walked in.
The room was very quiet, with only countless red candles dancing.
Yi Jian walked to the bed step by step and stood in front of her, motionless.
Zhong Qing lowered her eyes slightly and could see that he was wearing a pair of red shoes.
There is a faint smell of osmanthus wine floating in the house.
Yi Jian looked at the woman in front of him intently. His eyes were so calm, as if time had frozen, and his movements and expressions were frozen...
One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds... I don't know how many seconds passed, but Yi Jian never moved or spoke.
He felt that all of this had appeared countless times in his dreams, but at this moment, it was extremely illusory.
"Young Marshal... you have to lift your hijab... otherwise, wait, the auspicious time has passed."
