Huang E sat in front of the dressing table, looking at himself in the mirror with a silly smile.
"What the lady is carrying today is as beautiful as a fairy." The maid Xia Chan praised with a smile, holding up a pearl Fei Cui Guan and putting it on her. This is a jewelry that only official women are eligible to wear. Commoner women can only wear Yingluo when they get married.
Huang E looked in the mirror for a while, then heard the noise outside and said quickly: "Hurry up and help me up."
Xia Chan teased: "Miss, I can't wait any longer."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Huang E spat with a red face.
Huang E stood up with the help of the maid, wearing a red coat with large sleeves and a red skirt. Her young and pretty face was made more beautiful by the wedding dress, and even the maid next to her seemed to be attracted by it.
Much more beautiful.
In the main room, the woman officiating the wedding had already introduced Wang Yuan into the room.
Zhou Chong presented a pair of wild geese. This was the third pair of wild geese that Wang Yuan had given to the Huang family since he proposed marriage.
The officiant recited a message of congratulations and guided Wang Yuan to kowtow to the ancestors of the Huang family. This ceremony should have been held in the Huang family ancestral hall, but living in the capital is not so particular. Just place the ancestor's memorial tablet on the table.
At this moment, Xia Chan also helped Huang E to the back room, and was guided by the officiant to say goodbye to her parents.
"Father, mother, thank you for your kindness in raising me, my daughter is getting married today..." Huang E was very happy at first, but suddenly his nose became sore, and he started sobbing and wiping tears as he spoke.
Mrs. Nie helped her daughter up and said, "Silly girl, you should be happy today, don't waste your makeup crying!"
Huang Ke also admonished his daughter: "After you get married, you should be filial to your aunts (parents-in-law), respect your husband, and raise your children. You must not do anything that goes against women's ethics!"
Huang E wiped her tears and said, "My daughter, remember this."
Mrs. Nie picked up the red hijab and said with a smile: "Here, mother will put it on you."
What Wang Yuan saw was the bride who had already put on a hijab and was being supported by a maid, walking towards him.
This feeling is quite strange. He has traveled through time and space for hundreds of years, and today he is actually getting married. Wang Yuan thought of Song Ling'er again for no reason.
After leading the bride to the gate, Wang Yuan got on his horse and Huang E also got into the wedding sedan.
The rituals and music were performed, and the team set off.
After exiting the alley, we walked north along the street. Both sides of the street were filled with people from the capital watching the excitement.
"Wang Erlang is getting married!"
"The bride is so lucky!"
"..."
There were constant cheers and congratulations from the crowd, which showed that Wang Yuan was very popular in the capital.
Wang Yuan rode his horse and kept raising his hands to both sides of the street, and cheers and cheers erupted again.
When ordinary people got married in the Ming Dynasty, the groom could wear a ninth-grade official uniform, and he could rent it or borrow it to get a good fortune. Today, Wang Yuan is wearing red casual clothes and a black gauze hat of the number one scholar, which came from the Imperial Academy.
Borrowed.
Wearing such an outfit, and wearing a tall horse on her hips, it can be said that she is proud of the spring breeze, and her spirit is flying. I don't know how many girls on the street have their hearts fluttering when they look at her.
Huang E was sitting in the sedan and it was a little stuffy. He couldn't help but take off his hijab and asked: "Chan'er, where are you?"
"What?" Xia Chan didn't hear clearly because the voices everywhere were too noisy.
Huang E simply opened the corner of the sedan curtain and secretly looked outside. He saw that the street was dark and full of people.
"Oh, miss, you can't do this," Xia Chan quickly covered the sedan curtain and said loudly, "It's almost there. We'll reach Xizhimen Street in a little while!"
"That's quite far." Huang E was inexplicably anxious.
She has walked this road frequently in the past six months, and it didn't feel very long before.
In a state of mind where the days were like a year, the wedding team finally left Xizhimen, and when they looked up, they could see the wall of the Wang family mansion.
Not far away from the west side of the wall, there are tables of open-air banquets, where tenants of the Wang family can eat openly. Some gangsters from Beijing came to help and took the initiative to join in the fun. Anyway, the street banquets here are free, and you can brag about your drinking when you go back.
Wang Erlang's wedding wine.
"Miss, we're here!" Xia Chan reminded.
Huang E only felt the sedan sink, so he quickly put his hijab back on, and was helped out of the sedan by Xia Chan.
"Miss, slow down, don't step on the ground." Xia Chan said.
Several servants of the royal family spread cotton bags on the ground.
Huang'e had to step on the cloth bags while walking, and the servants kept picking up the cloth bags behind them and spreading them on the road in front of Huang'e. This ceremony is called "passing the mat". Poor families use sacks, and rich families use brocade. Anyway, after the bride leaves her natal family, until
Before the wedding, neither feet should touch the ground.
The two newlyweds came to the main room, and the ancestors of the Wang family were also placed on the table.
"Sunday to heaven and earth!"
"Worship in the High Hall!"
"Happy husband and wife!"
"The ceremony is over!"
This set of rituals originated from the Northern Song Dynasty and took shape in the Ming Dynasty. There are slight differences in different places, but they are all similar.
Yuan Damaliu came over with a weighing pole: "Second brother, you can take off the hijab."
Many men in the Ming Dynasty could not see the bride's true face for the first time until this moment. Not to mention being stunned on the spot, there must be some who were shocked and had no choice but to accept their fate in marrying a crooked melon and a jujube.
Feeling the stretched out scale, Huang E clenched the corners of her clothes with both hands. She had seen it countless times, but this time she was extremely nervous. Her legs were now weak.
Those who praised it shouted: "Everything goes as you wish!"
As the weighing beam lifted the hijab, the sound of ritual music began to play loudly again. Huang E was so ashamed that he lowered his head and did not dare to see anyone.
Weddings, originally called "evening ceremonies", naturally take place at dusk. After the ceremony, they are sent directly to the bridal chamber, so there is no need to go to the table to toast the guests.
In the wedding room, red candles were burning.
After Wang Yuan and Huang E washed their hands in the washbasin, they came to several cases and were guided to offer sacrifices to millet, millet, and lungs. These are ancient rituals. Civilian marriages are not so particular, but official marriages should follow them.
Three sacrifices and three meals are called "eating together in prison".
Then came the "Henan ceremony", which means splitting the melon into two halves, and each husband and wife holds one half to drink. This procedure later gradually evolved into the exchange of glasses of wine.
Wang Yuan took off the red rope on Huang'e's head, and his maid Xia Chan took the scissors and cut off a lock of hair of the groom and the bride respectively, tied it with a red rope and put it into the brocade bag.
Huang E had to tie that red string on his head from the day of their engagement, indicating that he had an engagement. Now Wang Yuan untied it and tied the two's cut hair together, and they became a real married couple.
Already.
Until now, the wedding has come to an end, and all the other people have left the wedding room.
Why do you say it's over?
Because he had to get up early tomorrow, Wang Yuan took his wife to worship their ancestors and parents, and the wedding was truly completed only after the worship. The worship in the Tang Dynasty specifically refers to this procedure, not the worship of heaven and earth in the Ming Dynasty.
Everyone else has left, except the maid Xia Chan.
Huang E asked: "What else are you doing here?"
Xia Chan said: "Serve the master and his wife for dinner."
"No need." Huang E felt that this maid was so ignorant.
"You think I'm in the way." Xia Chan pouted and left.
There are people among the people who make trouble in the bridal chamber, but Wang Yuan, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, is not afraid. If any harmful friend dares to come to make trouble in the bridal chamber, Wang Erlang will throw him out of the wall with one hand.
After Xia Chan closed the door, Wang Yuan said, "Are you hungry?"
"A little bit." Huang E said coyly.
Wang Yuan smiled and said, "What happened today? You don't even dare to talk to me."
Huang E filled a bowl of yellow rice for Wang Yuan, held it between his eyebrows and said, "Husband, please have a meal."
Wang Yuan kept smiling and took over the job: "Although it is a good story to raise eyebrows when a case is raised, you and I don't have to be so polite."
"Yeah." Huang E's voice was as thin as a mosquito.
Just now, they "eat together in prison" and only took a token bite. The two of them were already starving.
Unfortunately, the food was not abundant. There were only two types of rice: millet and millet, and the only dishes were meat sauce and mutton lungs. They were all made to comply with Zhou etiquette.
After eating a few mouthfuls to fill his stomach, Huang E poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Wang Yuan and said, "Husband, please drink."
Wang Yuan became more and more happy as he listened, and said with a smile: "You talk today as if you were singing in an opera. In fact, it can be more normal."
Huang E finally glanced at Wang Yuan: "It will be normal if you drink a few more drinks."
It was not normal. Huang E's face turned red after drinking, and his eyes seemed to be misty. Under the influence of alcohol, Wang Yuan said a few words of love to him, so he changed from sitting opposite to sitting side by side, and finally just drank in his husband's arms.
My whole body felt hot, as if on fire.
"Husband," Huang E said with his eyes slightly closed, leaning against Wang Yuan very comfortably, "before you came to the capital to take the exam, I had read your "Linjiang Immortal", and I also knew that you were a child prodigy in Guizhou. I thought at that time.
, if I get married, I will only marry such a talented person in my life!"
Wang Yuan was a little embarrassed: "Let's not mention "Linjiang Immortal", why not study physics."
Huang E couldn't laugh or cry, and spat: "Damn it, it's a disgrace to the scenery!"
Wang Yuan said: "It's a pity that there is no thermometer, otherwise I would definitely have to measure your body surface temperature. It will feel hot even through your clothes."
"That's because of drinking." Huang E said.
"How could you get so hot after drinking alcohol? Since I don't have a thermometer, I'll just use my hands to measure it." Wang Yuan smiled and reached into his clothes.
Huang E suddenly exclaimed: "Ah, don't touch it, it's so embarrassing!"
"I'm not touching, I'm testing the skin temperature."
"Nonsense, you are good or bad!"
"Why are you even hotter?"
"Blow out the candles quickly!"
"You can't blow out red candles."
"Then go to the bed and put down the curtain."
"..."
There is no bad friend making trouble in the wedding room, but there is one girl listening in the corner.
Xia Chan gnawed on the chicken leg, quietly raised the window, and lay there to peek into the house.