Chapter 393: More People, More Fun

Cheng Lesheng and Axiang toasted the guests at each table and thanked them for coming to their wedding.

Mr. Cheng said to the guests with a smile: "Come to my house after dinner. I have prepared barbecue and we can continue drinking."

"That's a good relationship. Don't find us annoying when the time comes."

"How could that be? It's more lively when there are more people."

The banquet in the restaurant went very smoothly, and the guests felt the convenience of entertaining guests in the restaurant.

Cheng Lesheng and Axiang’s wedding ended perfectly, followed by the wedding of his two brothers.

Their vacation was already half over, and finally the two families discussed it and decided to do it together, so that the best days at the end of the month could be left for Wen Zhenyi.

Wen Zhenyi was not in a hurry, but seeing that her family had made up their minds, she agreed with a smile.

Feng Qianlan and Jiang Yun got married from the post station. Considering that Jiang Yun was an orphan, Feng Hanhe also prepared a generous dowry for her.

As a princess, Feng Qianlan's dowry was needless to say, it even exceeded the standards of all the princesses of the current dynasty.

This can be considered as a little compensation from Feng Hanhe, her father.

So it is not an exaggeration to say that their wedding was a grand affair with a ten-mile-long red makeup.

It wasn't Wen Zhenyi's turn to cook for today's banquet. She stayed by Ma Yinghe's side the entire time. "Mom, why do you look so nervous?"

"How can I not be nervous? No one else is as lucky as me!"

"You mean two princesses from one family?"

"That's right." Ma Yinghe said, holding her hand: "Fortunately, Han Xing doesn't have to return to Beijing to take up his post, otherwise I'm afraid I would hardly be able to sleep."

"I feel like I'm married, but also like I'm not married." Wen Zhenyi blinked mischievously.

Ma Yinghe reached out and poked her head: "Don't bully Han Xing."

"How could I possibly bully him?"

"Crackle, crackle." While the two were talking, the sound of firecrackers outside had already sounded.

Ma Yinghe and the others sat up straight, waiting for Wen Yongnan and Feng Qianlan to come in.

Wen Yongnan was dressed in red, with a tall and straight figure and handsome appearance. Feng Qianlan beside him was also dressed in red and had a veil on her head.

The best man smiled and sang, allowing the two to complete the ceremony.

The Ma family and the Wen family are holding a wedding together today, so the two families are also entertaining guests at the restaurant together.

Feng Chengyun felt much more relieved when he saw his sister getting married.

Shen Hanxing stood beside him: “She will be happy.”

Feng Chengyun smiled and nodded: "Seeing how you get along with each other, I know I didn't choose the wrong person."

"It's not that you chose the wrong person, otherwise you would have spent the past three years in the military camp for nothing."

"I will return after you get married. Now I understand why my father asked me to come here."

"Why?"

"This place is different from other places. The people here have a high happiness index and smile a lot. The children here can receive a better education."

"I'm afraid your journey won't be smooth, so be careful on your way."

“Sometimes getting in front of people isn’t a good thing.”

"If there's nothing you can do about it, I believe you'll get back safely."

"You have such confidence in me."

"If you can't go back here, you should go back to the barracks and stay for a few more years."

Feng Chengyun was not really afraid. His sudden appearance broke some people's fantasies, and now they were thinking about how to kill him.

But how could he give up easily? He never gave up during those years in the palace, let alone now that he has no worries.

"I really miss those years in the military camp."

"Live well, and when you return, remember to help me look into the movable type printing business. I'm really short of books."

Feng Chengyun rolled his eyes at him: "Why do I feel that you let me live well so that I can work hard."

Shen Hanxing laughed, and the two raised their glasses and clinked them lightly.

The next day, everyone got up early for the tea ceremony. Old Lady Wen and the others had prepared gifts for Feng Qianlan.

They were a little worried about their eldest grandson's wife before, after all, she was a princess, but after spending some time with her, they found that she was quite pitiful.

Feng Qianlan also felt the love of her parents and grandparents for the first time. Whatever Wen Zhenyi and the others had, she would definitely have a share, or even more.

For Feng Qianlan, who has lacked family affection since childhood, this is more precious than anything else.

When Wen Zhenyi got married, her aunt combed her hair.

As Geng Ru combed her hair, she chanted: "Comb it once to the end, and you will be rich and worry-free; comb it twice to the end, and you will be free from illness and worry; comb it three times to the end, and you will have many children and a long life; comb it three times to the end, and you will have your eyebrows raised; comb it twice to the end, and you will fly together as a pair; comb it three times to the end, and you will be together forever. A perfect beginning and a perfect end will bring you wealth and honor."

Wen Zhenyi listened to her words and said, "Aunt, when you got married, did anyone say that?"

"Yes, this is the best blessing for the child. We all hope that you can live up to what you said."

Wen Zhenyi can feel the blessings behind every word; they are the deepest expectations of parents for their children.

Geng Ru fixed her hair and said, "Our Yi Yi is always pretty."

"My aunt must have been a beauty when she was young."

"You're just sweet-talking."

Ma Yinghe walked in at this time and saw Wen Zhenyi who had finished dressing up: "You have really grown up."

Geng Ru patted her shoulder and said, "You two can chat for a while. I'll go take a look outside."

Wen Zhenyi patted the edge of the bed where he was sitting: "Mom, come and sit."

Ma Yinghe walked over to sit beside her, took her hand, and could feel the thin calluses on it: "I remember when you were born, you were so tiny, and your cry sounded like a kitten. Your father and I were so worried that we wouldn't be able to support you, so we took care of you day and night."

Wen Zhenyi held her hand tightly: "Mom, thank you for not giving up on me."

Ma Yinghe raised her hand and touched her cheek: "Silly child, how could I give up on you."

Wen Zhenyi hugged her and put his chin on her shoulder: "Mom."

Ma Yinghe patted her back gently: "Don't cry, today is your big day, you have to be happy."

Wen Zhenyi smiled and said, "Okay."

"Yi Yi, you must be happy every day in the future just like you are now."

"good."

Ma Yinghe talked a lot, and many of the things he said were repeated again and again.

Wen Zhenyi agreed to all of them with a smile, even though she had agreed to them several times, she still did not get tired of it.

When the sound of firecrackers rang out outside, Ma Yinghe stopped nagging and placed the prepared apple in her palm: "Don't drop it, hold it well."

Wen Zhenyi smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Ma Yinghe stood up and took the red veil beside her and covered her with it. The moment she covered her with it, tears welled up in her eyes.