Han Qiancheng's heart was shocked and filled with joy. His Ling'er really took the matter of giving birth to a child seriously.
He looked at her with a slight smile and said, "The ceremony is not over yet."
Yan Ruoling asked curiously: "What else?"
Han Qiancheng said: "Combining the 卺 and tying the hair are the rites of Duke Zhou."
As he said that, he took the wine flask from the table, poured two glasses of wine, handed one of the glasses to Yan Ruoling and said, "Make a cup of wine together, and we will never leave each other."
After drinking this glass of wine, you will be my person in life and my ghost in death, and you will never regret it in this life."
Yan Ruoling nodded: "Okay."
She exchanged glasses with Han Qiancheng and drank the combined wine.
The wine was made from fruit wine, which was sweet. Yan Ruoling licked her lips and still felt a little unfinished.
She looked up at Han Qiancheng and asked, "What is hair knot?"
Han Qiancheng loosened the bun on Yan Ruoling's head, took a strand of her black hair and cut it off, then took a strand of his own black hair, tied them together with a red rope and put them in a purse and said: "Knot the hair
As husband and wife, there is no doubt about our love for each other."
Yan Ruoling blinked: "So that's what it means. Then the next step is Zhou Gongli, right? What should we do?"
Han Qiancheng looked at her with a deep look in his eyes. He reached out and touched Yan Ruoling's cheek and said, "I have something else to give you."
As he spoke, he took a brocade box from his arms and handed it to her.
Yan Ruoling took it with some curiosity. She opened it and saw that there was a hairpin carved from white jade lying inside, and there was a piece of red paper underneath the hairpin.
"Hey, what is this?"
Yan Ruoling took out the red paper, opened it, and saw the words "marriage certificate".
She was stunned for a moment, then continued reading, and saw that it read: On the eighth day of the fifth lunar month of the Kuiwei year, I beg you to marry Ruoling, the daughter of the Yan family. The two surnames will be united in marriage, and they will make a contract together. They will be married forever, and they will have the same name.
Seeing that the peach blossoms are scorching on this day, it is suitable for the house and the home. It is predicted that in the next year the melons and melons will continue to bloom, and the people will be prosperous. I would like to make a promise with a white head and write to Hong Jian, so that the alliance of red leaves can be recorded clearly.
This certificate.
At the end is written the name of the person seeking marriage, Han Qiancheng.
After Yan Ruoling read the marriage letter, she looked at Han Qiancheng and said, "Husband, what is this?"
Han Qiancheng smiled and said: "You have to keep this thing. With it, you will be my legitimate wife and you will not change in your life."
Yan Ruoling nodded, carefully put the marriage certificate away in the box.
However, she didn't know what she was remembering, and she looked at Han Qiancheng who looked a little guilty and said: "My husband has given me so many things, but I haven't given you anything? Husband, what do you want? I will give it to you."
Han Qiancheng smiled slightly, hugged her waist and said in a low voice: "I only want you."
Yan Ruoling raised her head and kissed the corner of his lips: "Then I will give myself to you."
"Ling'er."
Han Qiancheng couldn't control himself. He turned around and pinned her down, kissing her lips eagerly.
Yan Ruoling boldly responded to him by wrapping her arms around his neck. The two of them were entangled, inseparable.
The gauze curtain of the bed curtain fell, blocking the spring light in the room.
In the room, the red candle was swaying, and Yan Ruoling's slightly crying voice was heard calling: "Husband."
I don't know how Han Qiancheng coaxed her. I just know that the sound lasted for a long time. It was not until the night outside was very dark that Han Qiancheng let her go with satisfaction.
Yan Ruoling was extremely tired. She was lying on the bed, her pretty face covered with haze, her eyes filled with mist, looking pitiful.
Han Qiancheng's Adam's apple rolled. He suppressed the thoughts that were rising in his heart, held the person in his arms and said, "Is there any discomfort?"