No one would have to make such a fuss when marrying a daughter-in-law. At most, they would just make a fuss in the front yard. Fortunately for them, they even made it into the boudoir.
Xiaoyun was extremely anxious, saying that it was unreasonable, but there was nothing she could do to deal with these people.
Song Qinghuan stood next to the window coffin, lifted her hijab and secretly took a look at the excitement, but she couldn't help but get excited.
He called Texue to his side and whispered a few words.
Texue glanced at Song Qinghuan, pursed her lips and smiled, then went into the yard to find Rouzhen.
Rouzhen listened carefully, clapped her hands with joy, and said happily: "I think this is good."
Xunmei prepared salt water, chili water, vinegar and pot water, and then followed the instructions to prepare others.
Rouzhen took up the conversation and said: "Uncle Nine Emperors, you brothers all say they want to go up mountains of swords and down seas of fire. Is that true?"
Xiao Ci also laughed: "Stop talking nonsense and open the door quickly."
Rouzhen also smiled: "Open the door, okay. The emperor's aunt is in the room. Write a poem. If it's good, I'll open the door for you."
It is not easy to write a poem, but Xiao Ci's head turned, but it was not a poem that could be said in front of others.
Immediately he said: "Even if I want to compose a poem, I'll just whisper with your aunt the emperor about what you, little girl, are mixing in the movie."
Xiao Yun didn't sound right in the room, and sighed at Song Qinghuan: "Your father and Jing Yu didn't even bother to take care of it. They've made trouble here, and they don't want to be laughed at."
Song Qinghuan pursed her lips and smiled but did not respond.
At this end, Song Wende and Song Youyu were mentioned, but at the other end, Song Youyu came from nowhere, jumped on the wall, and started making trouble together with Rouzhen and Song Qingyan.
Xiao Ci and the people from the Wucheng Army and Horses Division couldn't get in, so they were forced to drink salt water, chili water, vinegar and pot water.
There were two others who were even worse. One ate a bowl of chili and the other ate thirty eggs.
The commotion made the people of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division weep and sweat.
Princess Rouzhen refused to give way and insisted on Xiao Ci describing Song Qinghuan's painting on the spot before opening the door.
The Wucheng Soldiers and Horses Department was being punished so badly that they lost their patience at the moment. Someone flew in from the courtyard and opened the courtyard door from the inside.
A swarm of men rushed in, scaring a group of little maids into running around.
Rouzhen took Song Qingyan into the house and lay beside the window giggling.
Xiao Ci opened his head with a happy face. Seeing Xiao Yun standing in front of the door, he bowed to her first and called out: "I've seen my mother-in-law."
Xiao Yun received a shout of approval. Although she was unhappy, she didn't say anything on the happy day. She only said: "It's time to make trouble, don't go too far."
Then he said: "It's almost time, it's time to go to the front to see the ceremony."
Xiao Ci's attitude was respectful, and he bowed again: "I'll go after my son-in-law gives the wife something. It won't delay the auspicious time."
Then he added: "But it's not convenient for her right now, so I'll ask my mother-in-law to collect it for her."
With that said, he motioned to go outside the hospital.
Xiaoyun glanced sideways at Song Qinghuan who was peeking by the window coffin, nodded and followed Xiao Ci out.
Everyone in the room whispered to each other and were curious about what Xiao Ci was going to give away in such a big way.
Even Song Qinghuan craned his neck to get a closer look.
Rouzhen couldn't bear it any longer. Seeing that Xiao Ci was a member of her family outside, she thought for a while and said, "I'll go take a look."
Then he quickly followed Xiao Yun out of the house.
The things Xiao Ci brought were outside the courtyard of Lanyue Pavilion. The maids, wives and servants in the mansion gathered around to look at them, whispering to each other, and all looked envious.
Xiao Yun still thought it was nothing, but when she stood outside the courtyard and saw the thirty-six wedding sedans painted with gold, she started to feel envious.
When royal children get married, there are regulations for the wedding sedans used to carry the bride. The thirty-six-carrying sedan was also used by princes in the Dali Dynasty, but because it was too troublesome, most of them still used the eight-carrying sedan.
Rouzhen looked at the thirty-six sedans outside the courtyard, and her eyes suddenly shone with stars.
After looking closely at the sedan, he clicked his tongue, and then quickly went back to the house, closed the door, and said, "I advise you to wait until the bride gets on the sedan to take a good look.
This thirty-six-carry sedan is not common."
Song Qingyan heard this and said: "Thirty-six are carrying the big sedan chair?"
"Did Prince Rui send you a sedan that was carried by thirty-six people?"
Rouzhen nodded: "Yes, I'm telling you, this is the first time I've seen her since I've grown up. I've only heard of a buried prince using a thirty-six-carry sedan to welcome his bride."
There were some young girls and maids in the room, and they were all very happy and chattering like little magpies.
Zhang Yun walked slightly to Song Qinghuan, held her hand, smiled, and said, "You are lucky."
How can an ordinary person carry a second-married woman through the door with a sedan that can carry thirty-six pounds of weight?
Song Qinghuan was originally just watching the fun and was not as nervous as a bride should be.
But at this moment, the thirty-six-carrying sedan chair disturbed my heart, and my palms were sweaty. After a while, I pursed my lips and said to myself: "He actually means what he says."
The first person, Xiao Ci, also said this in front of Song Qinghuan, but she didn't take it to heart at all at that time and just took it as such.
Even though she was getting married today, she never thought that Xiao Ci would show up with such great fanfare and carry a sedan with thirty-six carriages.
You must know that Queen Mother Jiang is watching eagerly from above. If it makes her suspicious, she may not know what will happen.
But Song Qinghuan also rolled his eyes, came back to his senses, and smiled as he curved his mouth.
He deliberately plucked the hair from the tiger's butt bone.
It was noisy outside for a while, and then it became quiet again.
Xiao Ci and the soldiers from the Wucheng Army went to the front yard, and Xi Po shouted: "The auspicious time has come."
The door of the house opened, and Song Qinghuan was helped out by Texue. Song Youyu, wearing a new dark red robe, was standing at the door waiting.
Xiao Yun stood aside and burst into tears.
Song Qinghuan glanced at her through the red hijab and comforted her: "Mom, don't be sad. It's not your first time getting married. Maybe there will be a next time."
"Bah, bah, bah, children's words are unbridled, good luck and good fortune." Song Qinghuan choked Xiao Yun's tears away with just one sentence. He wanted to scold her, but he was afraid of ruining this good life, so he had to warn her: "
Please stop saying a few words, I'm already afraid of you."
Song Youyu lifted the corner of his robe, bent down, and laughed too: "No, if you don't say a few words and don't look at how heavy you are, I feel sorry for your brother. It's not easy to marry you behind my back."
Song Qinghuan stretched out his hand to push down Song Youyu's head, and then spat: "Say less, please."
Rouzhen, Song Qingyan and all the maids also laughed loudly.
