Chapter 738 Finally Getting Married

Under Wang Buxi's well-reasoned brainwashing, Su Yunting finally realized his mistakes and understood A Niang's good intentions of sacrificing herself for the world.

As for why it was A Niang who came forward, and not himself or Yunyan?

That's all because of my mother's deep love for her son!

A Niang's love is as deep as the sea and as thick as the mountains. Her unspoken love is hidden in the details behind the scenes.

"Wow, mother!" Su Yunyan was so moved that she burst into tears. "Second brother, we must share mother's worries!"

"Yes!" Su Yunting nodded heavily.

The way to suppress a hot search is to create another hot search.

Su Yunting stopped being a hands-off boss and devoted himself to preparing for his wedding, vowing to use the joy of the wedding to wash away his mother's self-stigma.

Gu Nanxi who knew nothing...

Why are the kids suddenly so eager to work hard? It's not even the Lantern Festival yet, are they so eager?

Soon, the wedding day arrived.

At dusk, the wedding officially began.

Since ancient times, weddings have been held at dusk, because everything in the world has the law of yin and yang, which are opposite and can transform into each other.

Men are yang and women are yin. After the sun sets, yin is strong and yang is weak. At dusk, welcoming yin into the home is in line with the laws of nature.

Su Erlang's wedding was exceptionally grand. All the northern officials who could come in person came, and those who could not come also sent congratulations.

After Cui Sanlun handed over all the affairs to Niu Jinyi, he arrived at Fuming Town on time.

Mrs. Niu brought her family, young and old, and rented a private room facing the street, determined to join in the fun.

Su Yunting's wedding procession walked on the light snow from Dingbei Road. The eighty-one people carrying the lacquer box with peony branches shone golden in the sunset.

The first box contained a gilded mandarin duck pot with a rotating heart. The body of the pot was inlaid with exquisite balls made of seven treasures, which jingled with the footsteps of the people carrying the sedan chair.

Su Yunting was worried that Lord Sun would make things difficult for him during the wedding process, so he wanted to ask Wen Yu to help.

Wen Yu was very moved but refused, she belonged to the bride's group.

Su Yunting was filled with alarm, and with the introduction of Cui Sanlun, he asked Wei Xiaozhi, Cao Yue and others for help, as well as Wang Anshi and Zeng Gong who loved to join in the fun.

The Sun family had no property in Yunzhou, so Cui Sanlun gave Shuyao a house that had never been lived in for a day and asked her to marry out of the Cui family.

The huge wedding procession looked like a long winding snake.

The merchants on both sides of Dingbei Road lit up all their lanterns at the same time, using the brightest lights to illuminate the way to the wedding.

"Su Erlang, you must be happy!"

"Su Erlang, after you get married, you will be an adult! You must be filial to Duke Yun."

"Su Erlang, may you have a son soon and live happily ever after!"

The blessings from strangers made Su Yunting feel warm in his heart.

He knew in his heart that this kindness was the result of good deeds sown by his mother.

Su Yunting was riding on a tall horse, wearing a red wedding dress with wide sleeves, looking very elegant and dashing.

He smiled and waved to everyone: "Thank you everyone! Let's celebrate together!"

As soon as he waved his hand, someone behind him threw wedding money and candies to both sides.

"Thank you Sujiro!"

The children were picking up candies from the ground swiftly, while the adults were scrambling for the wedding money with laughter.

It’s not a lot of money, just a token of my happiness.

No matter how long the Dingbei Road was, the wedding procession finally arrived at the gate of Cui's mansion.

Inside the twelve-layer brocade screen of the Cui Mansion, Shuyao, with her hair loose and wearing a green bridal gown, was waiting for her final makeup.

Lord Sun felt sad when he saw his daughter dressed up in her gorgeous attire.

He took the comb and gently and awkwardly combed his daughter's hair: "My son lost his mother when he was young, so let me, as a father, do it. Combing the hair from the first comb to the end, the couple is loving and harmonious, and they treat each other as equals. Combing the hair from the second comb to the end, the parents-in-law and the sisters-in-law smile and receive the tea. Combing the hair from the third comb to the end, the jade plate is filled with delicacies, and the family is prosperous and wealthy. Combing the hair from the fourth comb to the end, the children and grandchildren are full of filial piety around their knees."

The fifth time I combed my hair, I couldn’t comb any further.

Lord Sun was in tears, and the comb in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making it impossible for him to lift his hand.

After this combing of hair, the daughter is about to leave home and get married.

The road ahead is long, and other men will walk with her. Will Erlang cherish her? What if she is bullied? What if she is sad?

I really want to keep the little girl in my palm for the rest of my life.

"Dad?" Shuyao sensed something was wrong and wanted to turn back, but Lord Sun held her shoulder firmly.

Lord Sun combed the hair firmly and slowly for the fifth time, his voice choked with sobs, and full of blessings: "After five combs to the end, the white hair is sparse, and we hold hands and lean on each other."

After combing her hair, the makeup lady came forward and put makeup on Shuyao.

Shuwei wore a lotus crown decorated with beads, and her fan was embroidered with a phoenix in gold thread, which became more and more dazzling as her maids added makeup.

The fan weighs a full twenty kilograms, which shows how much Duke Yun values ​​Shuyao.

Lord Sun felt a little relieved.

Outside the gate, Su Yunting stood in front of the steps holding a gold-painted poetry tube. He saw [The painting pavilion was just opened by the Milky Way, and magpies flew across the star bridge. The jade branches and trees are always in spring, and the moon is full on the mirror and dressing table]

Amid the cheers of the whole room, Wen Yu threw the green plum to the poem and said, "Erlang, let's see if the word [xuan] can be rhymed firmly?"

Su Yunting smiled and turned to Wei Xiaozhi for help.

Wei Xiaozhi stepped forward, dipped the brush in ink, and wrote the character [翩] with flying strokes.

"good!"

There was a burst of applause from the audience.

Wen Yu asked three questions in a row. The first two were solved by Wei Xiaozhi and Wang Anshi. The last question was a loose one, and Su Yunting answered it first.

Su Yunting finally overcame numerous obstacles, carried Shuyao on his back to the sedan chair, returned home, and got married.

Inside the bridal chamber, the tent for hundreds of children and thousands of grandchildren was woven with Shu brocade. The acacia bells hanging from the ceiling were tied with colorful silk ribbons and swayed gently with the heat from the dragon and phoenix wedding candles.

During the three-time entry into the Qinglu ceremony, Shuyao's gold-embroidered shoes stepped on the pomegranate pattern on the gilded carpet three times, and the dragon on Su Yunting's jade belt hook was biting the cloud-phoenix knot on the bride's knee-guard.

"Spread across the tent, two dragons lie on the coral pillow!" The bridesmaid threw the golden money fruits onto the brocade quilt. Walnuts, red dates and lotus seeds hit the glazed screen, making crisp sounds like pearls falling on a jade plate.

The wedding wine was served in a porcelain cup. The fragrance of the fruit wine mixed with the frankincense emanating from Shuyao's sleeves, making the wedding candles burst into twin lamp flowers.

When Shuyao slowly put down her fan, all the pearls and jade in the room suddenly lost their luster.

Su Yunting watched without blinking, his eyes flashing with fragments of light like stars.

Shuyao looked at him shyly, with a blush on her cheeks.

The bridesmaid went through the process very tactfully, then retreated with the maids.

Su Yunting made a brief appearance outside, then left the guests to his sister, Wei Xiaozhi and Wang Anshi, and ran back to his bridal chamber.

Every moment of the wedding night is worth a thousand gold.

Holding hands, they walked into the curtain, and blew out the lamp with a shy smile.

Su Yunting was sweating profusely. He was gifted and self-taught, and he made a comeback and fought in the second war.

There was a faint sound of bed and a swaying figure.

It was not until the last time that the two fell into a deep sleep.

I secretly wrote something erotic, I don’t know if it will be censored.