Although there are poems urging the bride to get ready and the wedding procession playing music and singing outside, the bride cannot rush out of the boudoir at this time. Instead, she has to show "restraint" and wait for the procession to urge her repeatedly.
At this time, the jewelry that had been taken off and had not been put back on in time played a very good role in "delaying time", which made Su Qingluan suddenly realize: No wonder these formal matchmakers and "perfect ladies" were so easy to talk to about this "deviant" behavior, it turned out that they were waiting here.
Seeing that the poems urging the bride to get ready had been recited for more than ten times and the time was almost up, the matchmaker signaled the bride that she could "go".
At this time, Yang, who had been cheerful before, burst into tears again and hugged Su Qingluan tightly: "Daya, you must live a good life, be happy, and be well."
Su Qingluan felt the sour feeling in her eyes again, but she knew that it was not the reluctance of a new bride to leave her parents' home, but the sigh of a mother sending her daughter away.
"Mother, don't worry, I will be fine no matter when and where I am." Whether it is the last life or this life, whether it is the towering concrete jungle or this pastoral countryside.
Even though she died young due to illness in her previous life, Su Qingluan did not have many regrets - when she was young, she traveled all over the country with her master and his wife, tasted delicacies from land and sea, and because of her outstanding cooking skills, she made friends with many different kinds of people and witnessed all kinds of human life.
Even if it was very short, the previous life was not lived in vain.
And today, she is about to enter a new life. Although it is different from "getting married" in the ordinary sense, Su Qingluan believes that she can also live a happy life of her own.
According to local customs, the bride's feet cannot touch the ground before she arrives at the groom's house, so the bride is usually carried on the sedan chair by her father or brother.
Su Xuanhe was still too young. Although he was strong, he was not tall enough. If he wanted to carry his sister Su Qingluan on his back, he would have to keep his feet on the ground. So even though he was eager to try, Su Guangfu still squatted down by himself.
Su Guangfu is only in his thirties, and because the Su family's financial situation has improved in the past two years, they can afford food and clothing. In order to prevent malnutrition among the family, Su Qingluan buys some meat almost every day, and at least ensures eggs. Therefore, although Su Guangfu is in his thirties in recent years, his physical condition is stronger than when he was in his twenties.
So he carried Su Qingluan on his back, walking slowly and steadily. As he walked, he whispered, "Daya, Daddy is taking you on the last leg of your journey to your mother's home. If you do well on the rest of the journey, we'll be happy. If you have a hard time, your family is here for you..."
After a pause, perhaps because he felt that it was not auspicious to say that something was not going well on such a happy day, he immediately changed the subject and said, "What nonsense am I talking about? My daughter, Daya, will always be doing well."
Su Qingluan pressed her face against Su Guangfu's broad back through the veil, feeling the middle-aged man's steady pace pause slightly. She whispered, "Don't worry, Dad. I will be fine, no matter when or where."
Su Guangfu let out a low "hmm" from his chest, making Su Qingluan's face, which was pressed against Su Guangfu's back, feel numb and warm.
In her past life, she had never understood why brides and their parents, who were only getting married and not parting forever, had to make such a tearful farewell, even though some people's in-laws lived in the same neighborhood as their parents', had such a sentimental farewell. Now she understood that this feeling had nothing to do with distance, but rather a change in status.
From then on, no matter what, she had to support her own small family by herself, and she could not pull her parents to act coquettishly anytime and anywhere - although she had never done so before.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan smiled slightly. For some reason, the melancholy and sadness in her heart faded a little, leaving only a slight reluctance.
...And then nothing happened. Su Qingluan, wearing a veil, sat in the sedan chair and sighed: Fortunately, even if she walked slowly, it would only take her two quarters of an hour to get from her doorstep to Mu Xingzhi's home, otherwise she would really vomit the food she had eaten the night before!
Su Qingluan had ridden in the means of transportation of this era before, especially since horse-drawn carriages were often hard to hire even with money. She fully understood what the ancients meant by "the fatigue of traveling by boat and carriage."
However, this kind of human-powered sedan chair is a completely different kind.
It makes the people sitting inside fly up and down, with a sense of weightlessness as if they are about to encounter a plane crash, and also a sense of chaos as if they have entered a washing machine. The main idea is to shake every bone loose and then use inertia to squeeze them together again. It is direct, but rough.
Su Qingluan believed that she had never been prone to airsickness or carsickness in either her previous life or this life, but now she really felt a little sick from riding in a sedan chair.
At this time, Su Qingluan fully understood the subtlety of not allowing the bride to eat too much: if the bride ate too much, she would vomit a lot due to the shaking of the sedan chair. Not to mention the embarrassment of the bride herself, the people carrying the sedan chair would probably suffer from psychological trauma, thinking that she had a sudden illness.
However, Su Qingluan really wanted the people carrying the sedan chair to improve their technique and not let it bounce so much. The bridesmaid, the one who instructed the bridesmaids along the way, had been following the sedan chair and had reminded her many times before that the bride must not speak before the veil was lifted.
Su Qingluan could only sit in the sedan chair with one hand covering her mouth and the other hand holding the open window of the sedan chair, for fear that she would really fall out if she couldn't sit still. That would be fun.
Finally, after Su Qingluan felt that all the bones in her body had been torn apart and reassembled countless times, the sedan chair finally landed. Su Qingluan calmed herself down and, with the support of the matchmaker, took one step at a time, doing whatever she was told.
Although she couldn't see the front because of the veil, Su Qingluan still wanted to use her hearing to understand the rituals of ancient weddings. However, after this "rocking music", Su Qingluan felt dizzy. If she hadn't been supported by the bridesmaid, she would probably have walked in circles, like a Parkinson's patient.
So no matter what she had walked or stepped on, Su Qingluan no longer had time to care. She just wanted to calm down and return to her so-called "new house" to rest quietly.
Finally, the bride was sent to the bridal chamber. Su Qingluan was told that the groom would have to wait a while before coming. She couldn't lift the veil by herself at this time, but Su Qingluan wanted to move around a little, so she sent everyone out and was the only one left.
There was no one around and there was no surveillance these days. Su Qingluan lifted the veil and put it on her head, loosened her stiff neck and shoulders, stretched her body, stood up, and walked gently around the wedding bed while looking around the house.
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