Preparations for the wedding were being prepared one after another. Since there was less than ten days, everyone in the Shen family stopped what they were doing and concentrated on preparing for their wedding. Even Shen Yanqing finally compromised.
"Miaoya, have you thought it through? You can regret it now. I'll ask my parents to stop."
Shen Yanqing was reluctant to let Jiang Miao suffer with him. If he had known about this day, he would have let her go earlier.
Jiang Miao reached out and held his hand, shaking her head firmly.
"I don't regret it, and you promised me before that you would marry me after the scientific examination. From now on, I will be wherever my husband is."
"Miaoya..."
Shen Yanqing's eyes were filled with heat, and he couldn't help but hold Jiang Miao in his arms.
"Miaoya, I will never let you down!"
"Yes, I believe you." Jiang Miao buried her face in his chest, feeling full of peace in her heart.
On the wedding day, Jiang Miaotian was called up before dawn to dress up. Mrs. Zhang asked the most famous Xi Niang in the town to dress her up.
"Ms. Jiang's hair is so well maintained, it's black and shiny."
Xi Niang dipped a piece of osmanthus-scented hair oil in her hand and applied it to her hair. The black hair was as shiny and smooth as satin, slipping quietly through her fingers.
Jiang Miao pursed her lips and smiled. This was all because she used conditioner to condition her hair. It had to be said that it was very effective. She could sell it in the future and it would definitely be welcomed by the lady.
After applying oil on Xi Niang's hair, she began to comb her hair, singing a congratulatory message while combing her hair.
"One comb is combed to the tail, two combs are for white hair reaching the eyebrows, three combs are for children and grandchildren, four combs are always married, five combs are harmonious, six combs bring blessings to the family, seven combs bring good fortune and avoid misfortunes, eight combs are a fortune; Nine combs are full of delicious food; ten combs are full of no taboos..."
Jiang Miao pinched the handkerchief in her hand, feeling a little sour in her heart. She felt like she was getting married now. In her previous life, she was alone and never fell in love until her death. She didn't expect that after entering the book, not only would she have a husband, but now she would also get married. .
There was a smile on her lips, and a tear fell from her eyes.
"Oh, the bride can't shed tears on this special day."
Before Jiang Miao could wipe it with the handkerchief, Xi Niang saw it and said hurriedly.
"I'm just happy..." Jiang Miao smiled sheepishly at her.
"Being able to marry the Number One Scholar is not something you should be happy about. Moreover, Shen Number One Scholar is so handsome. There is no one in this country who is more outstanding than him. This little lady is so lucky..."
The words of praise that Xi Niang said were the same. She praised Shen Yanqing to the highest level, and Jiang Miao was fascinated by it. After all, Shen Yanqing was the male protagonist, and his appearance and character were excellent. , and now this person will be hers immediately. Thinking of this, Jiang Miao's heart is filled with sweetness.
Xi Niang combed her hair and began to put makeup on Jiang Miao's face. She held a piece of white cotton thread in her hand, straightened both ends with her hands, and twisted it against Jiang Miao's skin to clean the hair.
Jiang Miao's skin was tender, and the cotton thread made her face hurt. She couldn't help but take a breath of air.
"hiss!"
"Ma'am, please bear with me, your face will be smooth and smooth, and your makeup will be easy to apply..."
Xi Niang originally wanted to give some other reasons to convince Jiang Miao, but when she saw Jiang Miao's fair and flawless face, she swallowed her words. This skin was already good enough, and applying makeup and powder would only tarnish it.
So she immediately gave up on the idea of wearing heavy makeup, and only put on a thin layer of powder, traced her eyebrows with indigo, and lightly applied rouge on her cheeks. Jiang Miao sipped the red paper in Xi Niang's hand again. The makeup was put on, and Xi Niang couldn't move her eyes away from her.
"Oh my god, this is really a fairy descending to earth. The old lady has transformed into so many newlyweds, none of them can compare to the lady!"
I saw her skin was as creamy as spring water, her eyebrows were long and slender, her red lips were slightly raised, her black hair was pulled high into a beautiful bun, and the red hairpin on it shone in the sun. Jiang Miao was walking in a wedding dress embroidered with a phoenix. The phoenix seemed to be alive. It was really the fairy from the Nine Heavens descending to the mortal world.
"The old lady was mistaken before, but the champion is so lucky to be able to marry such a fairy like my wife."
After Xi Niang praised Shen Yanqing, she also praised Jiang Miao. Her clever mouth made people happy. Jiang Miao's head was hidden under the hijab. I don't know whether it was because she was shy or because it was set off by the red hijab. Her pretty face looked like the sky. The clouds are gorgeous and gorgeous.
"The auspicious time has come, and the groom is coming to welcome the bride!"
There was a noise in the front yard, and Shen Yanqing came in surrounded by people. Jiang Miao couldn't see the scene outside and became more and more nervous. She could only squeeze the handkerchief in her hand and try to calm herself down.
Isn't it just a marriage? The groom is still the man she sleeps with day and night, so there is nothing for her to be nervous about. Jiang Miao finally calmed down her pounding heart, but when she saw the boots that suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, she still felt nervous. I held my breath.
"Miaoya, I'm here to welcome you."
Through the hijab, Shen Yanqing's voice was as sweet as celadon, and Jiang Miao responded softly.
"Um."
"The groom quickly carries the bride to the sedan chair..."
Although Jiang Miao got married in the Shen family, every detail of the marriage process was indispensable. Mrs. Zhang specially rented a sedan chair and carried Jiang Miao around the town to let everyone in the town know that there was a happy event in their family. Shen Yan Qing married Jiang Miao.
The entrance to the alley was crowded with onlookers. Mrs. Zhang asked Shen Dalang to set off firecrackers and scatter wedding cakes. A group of children covered their ears and ran to the door to pick them up. After picking them up, they stuffed them into their mouths without wiping them.
"The bride is coming out, the bride is coming out!"
Shen Yanqing carried Jiang Miao out of the door. Although he was slender, he was very strong. Jiang Miao leaned on his back and felt full of security. Shen Yanqing felt her dependence on her face. His smile grew stronger and brighter than the midday sun.
"The groom is so handsome. If my daughter is not married, I will definitely take him back!"
"Bah, even if your daughter has a big face and a slim waist, I don't even care if Shen Zhuangyuan can take a liking to her."
"What's wrong with my daughter? She looks so blessed. Who is like your daughter? She has no flesh on her body and is sick all day long and relies on soup and medicine to support herself..."
Several old ladies almost got into a fight and started arguing about whose daughter was lucky and who could marry Shen Yanqing. Jiang Miao clung to Shen Yanqing's back and laughed.
"Groom, you are so popular..."
The hot air of his breath sprayed on Shen Yanqing's neck. He stiffened slightly, paused for a moment, and lifted her up. He also heard what the old woman said, but he didn't take it to heart. He didn't expect Jiang Miao to make fun of her because of it. he.
"I only love you."
"Well, you're mine!"
Jiang Miao hugged his neck tightly and whispered that Shen Yanqing was hers and no one could take it away.
