Those who don’t know the inside story think it’s a coincidence.
Anyone who knows the inside story knows that these two families are married.
In the palace of Prince Yuxian, Prince Yuxian got up as early as the third watch of the day. He was lighting a candle. The wind blew in from the window and the flames swayed, almost extinguishing the fire. He covered the flames with his hand and lit the candle.
The courtyard was quiet, and the guards at the gate looked like sculptures under the lantern light.
He whispered: "Ziqin."
When Ziqin heard his master calling him, he hurriedly got up from the next door, put on his clothes, and brought tea into the room. He saw that Cangmiao had already put on the red wedding dress and was arranging the collar and cuffs in front of the bronze mirror, with a very careful attitude.
"It's only midnight, Lord. It's just past midnight and I'm going to Qiu Mansion to welcome the bride at noon. There are still four hours left." Ziqin handed the tea to Cangmiao, but Cangmiao said he wasn't thirsty and didn't take it.
Cangmiao carefully combed his hair with the wooden comb Qiu Yan gave him. The hair that was usually half loose on his shoulders was combed into a bun on the top of his neck. "Do you think this wedding dress suits me? They do."
All my relatives are here today, so don’t let the joke fall on you.”
Ziqin took the wooden comb, helped Cangmiao comb her bun, and finally tied the festive hairband on her bun, solemnly and elegantly, "It fits. I am the clothes rack myself, and this dress is tailor-made.
It comes from the hands of the Queen, so it is naturally the most suitable."
Cangmiao looked at herself again and again in the mirror. However, she was not satisfied with it. She was extremely nervous and said, "Your bun is not done well. Please comb it again."
"It's good. Good, good, let's comb it again." Ziqin felt that he was particularly concerned about his image today, so he took off the hair tie and combed his hair again, "Master, while I'm combing your hair, do you want me to comb it with you again?
What are the tricky questions that her girlfriends and think tanks would ask during the door-to-door ceremony at Qiu Mansion? These questions are all provided by people who have experienced it, such as the emperor, Prince Rong, Mr. Xu, and Lao Kang. They are all kinds of questions, including
all."
Cangmiao nodded, "That's right again. You ask and I answer."
While combing her hair, Ziqin asked, "What is the zodiac sign of the bride?"
"Rabbit."
"What is the bride's birthday and horoscope?"
"On the eighth day of the seventh lunar month in the twenty-eighth year of Taihe, at three o'clock in the morning." Cangmiao answered almost immediately.
“What is the bride’s favorite food?”
"honey."
"What are the advantages of the bride?"
"Her advantage is that she has no shortcomings."
"What are the faults of the bride?"
"Her shortcoming is that she has too many advantages!"
"The bride and your mother fell into the lake, who should be saved first?"
"Bride." Cangmiao answered seriously, what is Su Wanyun?
Next, Ziqin probably asked another hundred or ten questions, covering questions such as intelligence tests, literary knowledge, poetry and songs, and various talent performances such as singing a love song and performing a dance.
Cangmiao answered them one by one, which can be said to be a comprehensive preparation.
Ziqin nodded: "In this case, it will be useless for Qiu Mansion's best friends and think tank to block the door. If I go, I will pass through the door in a few seconds and welcome the bride out!"
***
It was midnight in the Autumn Mansion, and candles were burning in the room of the first-born lady.
Qiu's mother, Qinghui, was resting in the same room with her daughter this night. Qiu Yan was resting on her mother's arm and talking to her.
Before Qinghui opened her mouth, she had already swallowed: "Daughter, when you get married in the future, you won't have to follow the rules when you are with your parents-in-law at home. For example, when the meal is served, even if it is your favorite food, you should not eat it first.
When eating, you must let your parents-in-law eat first. You must greet your parents-in-law when you get up early, and you must say hello when you return home from work. You must also be courteous and courteous when dealing with the prince. As time goes by, your true nature will be exposed, and you may be afraid that he will be too fresh.
The original advantages have become disadvantages again, and life needs to be managed. At home, she is a daughter, but in Cangfu, she is a daughter-in-law, which is different. You must treat his parents as your own, and it is okay for you to be indifferent to your natal parents. "
Qiu Yan nodded, "I understand, mother. I listen to my mother. I don't say anything when I eat or sleep. My parents-in-law move their chopsticks first, and then I move my chopsticks. I will say hello in the morning and evening."
Qinghui hugged her daughter, "It seems like I gave birth to you just yesterday, and you got married in the blink of an eye. I can't bear to leave you for my mother."
The two of them cried together. They talked about Qiuyan's brother who died on the battlefield when Qiuyan was young, and also talked about Qiuyan's promotion to Lord Protector. They didn't sleep all night. Qiuyan finally snuggled into her mother's arms and cried softly: "Mom
Dear, mother."
Talking until midnight, accompanied by the crowing of roosters, the makeup artist came over to put on bridal makeup for Qiu Yan. Qiu Yan’s dozens of little sisters came to the boudoir wearing uniform pink dresses to keep her company. Everyone talked about it
Wait, how can I try to make things difficult for my uncle in a while?
"The eyes are swollen from crying. Or the night before marrying my daughter, the two of them were crying together. The more the eyes are swollen like walnuts, the more it shows the deep love between mother and daughter." The makeup artist handed Qiu Yan a cold towel and used it.
She applied cold compresses to her eyes.
After applying a cold compress on my feet for half an hour, I felt better. Qiu's mother came in with a breakfast made by herself, and then said: "When you were a girl before you got married, my mother made the last breakfast for you."
The mother and daughter couldn't help crying, and they still felt that they hated each other when they were together every day. When it came time to marry their daughter, no matter how close they were or how far away they were, they couldn't let go of each other.
The makeup artist looked at Qiu Yan's eyes and sighed that the cold compress was in vain. Until Chen Shili, half coaxing and half comforting Qiu Yan, he asked General Qiu to take Qiu's mother to comfort and enlighten her. The makeup artist
Only then can you successfully apply makeup for autumn face.
Finally, at chen shi, I put on makeup for Qiu Yan, tied her head, and put on a bright red bridal dress. When the time came, the bride bowed her head and raised her brows, smiling sweetly and looking forward to her beautiful eyes.
***
In Prince Yuxian's Mansion, firecrackers were set off at midnight in the early morning. Twenty firecrackers burned with thousands of sounds. The sound of firecrackers continued for two quarters of an hour. As soon as the sound of firecrackers stopped, the joy of gongs and drums began to burst from the door of the mansion.
rang out on Huangmen Street.
"Sir, the auspicious time has come. Let's go and get married." Ziqin opened the curtain and entered the master bedroom.
Cangmiao pinched a candy from the wedding candy plate on the table and put it in her sleeve. She said with a sigh, "Let's go."
Mrs. Cang Wanyun saw that her son was going to get married, but her son had not said a word to her for many days. Although she took the initiative to talk to her son many times, she never got a response. When she saw that her son was going to get married, she couldn't help but call out: "
Miao'er."
Cangmiao paused, looked back and stared at his mother, still speechless, as if mute. He had not spoken to his mother for thirty years. He could no longer express himself. His mother had died in his heart since he was five years old.
"Mom has prepared these red envelopes for you. Take them. The little girls over there will inevitably use them when they block the door. Stuff more red envelopes and pass them through the door for good luck." Wanyun said, and put the thick red envelopes in her hands.
A stack of red envelopes was handed to his son.
Cangmiao glanced at the red envelope and said, "Do I need you to remind me? Now I remember that you are my mother? How much did you contribute to my marriage? Don't disgust me with a few red envelopes. I will welcome the eldest lady back.
After paying homage to the high hall, you can go back to where you came from."