"The bond between life and death is broad, I told you to tell my son. Hold your hand and grow old together with me." Jiao Xiaoliu said very calmly, but his heart was beating non-stop.
Just as Feng Qianchen was about to speak, He Waner walked over quickly from behind and said, "Stop flirting here. There is plenty of time in the evening. If the bride doesn't come in, she will miss the opportunity."
Compared with what he wanted to say, Feng Qianchen was more unwilling to miss the opportunity. Anyway, there would be a long time between the two of them in the future. So, he held her hand and walked slowly towards the door. The red wedding dress was on
There was a faint golden light under the sun, and the wedding dress sewn by Mu Yunhua herself was truly unique.
He Wan'er reminded Jiao Xiaoliu, "Girl Jiao, it's time to step out of the fire..." Jiao Xiaoliu nodded, but sighed in his heart, "Getting married in ancient times was really troublesome."
As the fire smoke got closer and closer, someone began to shout:
“Holding the bride’s hand and walking through the smoke, the couple will grow old together for a hundred years.
The golden horse is a guest in the jade hall, and the five generations of the same family are embracing their grandchildren.
The fire smoke moved away again, stepping gently towards the side of the room.
I dreamed that I would have a son next year, and both of them would read poems.
The bride stepped on the fire and smoke, and she knew that Qilin was her grandson.
Husband and wife accompany their confidants, and they are filial and attentive to their parents.
The golden lotus steps on the fire smoke, and the husband and wife live together for hundreds of years.
Children, grandchildren, gold, horses, and jade are guests of the same house, and grandchildren of five generations live under the same roof."
The corner of Jiao Xiaoliu's mouth twitched, "Be filial to your parents?!" This is too much to do with Chengjie. He could even shout this. After walking a few steps, he heard again:
"The fire smoke moved away after finishing its steps, and the lotus steps entered the hall.
May the house be filled with gold and jade, and you will be blessed with good fortune and longevity, and you will definitely win the top prize in the coming year."
After shouting these four sentences, Jiao Xiaoliu was in a mess, and she even began to wonder if the person she was marrying was actually a prince. Finally reaching the main hall, Jiao Xiaoliu breathed a sigh of relief, and it was time to start the classic part of the TV series to worship heaven and earth.
Sure enough, I heard Wan Chengjie shout again:
"The bride and groom ~ bow to heaven and earth ~" This procedure is too simple for Jiao Xiaoliu. The only disadvantage is that she has to worry about whether the phoenix crown on her head will fall off due to imbalance.
"Second bow to the high hall~" Jiao Xiaoliu was really curious about who the high hall she and Feng Qianchen were going to pay homage to. There was no way the emperor and queen would actually come.
"Couple greetings~" Jiao Xiaoliu turned around. Although she couldn't see Feng Qianchen in front of her, she could feel Feng Qianchen looking at her. The corners of his lips under the hijab curved and he slowly bent down.
waist.
"The ceremony is completed! Send it to the bridal chamber~" In an instant, the Seventh Prince's Mansion was filled with joy. Jiao Xiaoliu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it was finally completed successfully.
When I finally reached the door of the new house, I heard Wan Chengjie's voice again:
"The bride moves into the Toad Palace, and the luan and the phoenix sing in harmony.
The old man has come to see off his son Qilin, and he will be the minister of public affairs for his children and grandchildren."
After these few words, our Miss Jiao is no longer able to complain.
Jiao Xiaoliu walked into the new house top-heavy. He couldn't bear it anymore. He was about to take off the hijab but was stopped by Ke Xin, "Princess, this hijab will have to wait for the prince to come and take it off."
"But, my head hurts so much. It must have been bruised by the phoenix crown on my head. What should I do?" Jiao Xiaoliu was about to cry, "When will Feng Qianchen come and lift my hijab?"
Ke Xin helped Jiao Xiaoliu to the bedside and sat down, "Maybe it will come in the evening?"
"What?" Jiao Xiaoliu opened his mouth under the hijab, "Does that mean I still have to hold this thing on my head all the time?"