Chapter 909 Wedding (2)
There was a sea of red in front of her eyes. Jiang Wan lay on Xu Aluan's back and heard bursts of suona sounds.
Perhaps because she never grew up with her parents, Jiang Wan was completely unable to understand the feelings of a normal bride crying when leaving home.
She didn't cry after all.
Instead, she let Xu Aluan put her in the wedding sedan.
She keenly heard the sound of the dowry being carried up, and as the matchmaker said "lift the sedan chair", the wedding sedan chair was lifted up.
Fuling and Muxiang followed Jiang Wan's sedan chair, one on each side. Muxiang whispered:
"Master, if you are hungry, tell me."
"No problem."
Jiang Wan knew that Qiu Niang had probably ordered people to carry the dowry, so she had to count it carefully.
Song Jiuyuan was riding a big horse in the front, and the flowing dowry included the betrothal gifts that Song Jiuyuan had sent over and over again.
There was also the dowry that Jiang Wan bought with the money she earned herself.
It can be said to be ten miles of red makeup.
The palace was not far from the Jiang Mansion. The dowry from one side was brought into the palace, while the dowry from the Jiang Mansion was still displayed in the courtyard.
Song Jiuyuan was in a good mood today. He rode a big horse and took Jiang Wan on a tour around the entire Jiuzhou City.
Jiang Wan could still hear the voices of the people in her ears.
"My God, the palace is really rich. If there were no restrictions, the prince would probably give the princess a much higher betrothal gift."
"You probably don't know this, but my aunt's uncle's uncle is pouring swill in the princess's mansion.
It is said that the princess earns a lot of money, not inferior to the prince at all."
"That's true. If the princess didn't have the confidence, she wouldn't have been so forceful in divorcing the prince.
Look, the prince is eager to marry her again, which makes others envious. "
“…”
All kinds of words came into Jiang Wan's ears, but she did not get angry. Instead, she took out the steamed dumplings she had prepared from the space.
After all this trouble, she was indeed a little hungry.
Fuling and Muxiang outside could smell the aroma of dumplings, but they just thought that the people in the restaurant were eating.
He did not notice that Jiang Wan in the wedding sedan was eating heartily.
After drinking another cup of warm milk, Jiang Wan slowly rinsed her mouth before continuing to sit upright.
The city was very large, and it took more than an hour to walk around it.
Even the people carrying the sedan chair were changed twice. When Jiang Wan was yawning, the wedding sedan chair finally landed in the main courtyard of the palace.
At this time, many guests had already arrived in the courtyard, and officials from the city had all brought their wives to attend the wedding banquet.
The left governor was also there. He gently pushed Zuo Tingting and asked, "Is the princess's apprentice here?"
“Here I come.”
Zuo Tingting was in a bad mood, her eyes fell on Gan Ze who was smiling like a flower.
I don’t know if it’s because today is his master’s wedding, but he was grinning the whole time.
The left governor followed Zuo Tingting's gaze and saw Gan Ze's figure. He couldn't help but nodded secretly.
"She's not bad looking. Tingting has good taste."
"I already have a fiancée."
Mrs. Zuo was a little angry. Her husband was only concerned with building relationships and didn't seem to care much about his daughter's happiness.
"Even if you're engaged, you can still cancel the engagement. As long as you like it, Daddy will definitely do his best to get it for you."
Governor Zuo looked at Zuo Tingting tenderly. Zuo Tingting was stunned at first as she felt her father's love for her for the first time.
Then he refused, “Dad, no need, I will bless him.”
It's not a very deep feeling, she just likes him very much, and she will let it go slowly.
"How can you let it go so easily?"
The left governor glared at his daughter unhappily, then obviously noticed someone was looking at him, and quickly retracted his anger.
Gan Ze, who was not far away, glanced at them indifferently and continued to carry Jiang Wan's dowry.
Arriving at the palace, the matchmaker shouted, "The groom kicked the sedan chair!"
This custom is intended to set rules for the bride, and after marriage, a woman should regard her husband as her God.
Then the bridesmaid led her down from the sedan chair.
“This step is unnecessary.”
Song Jiuyuan did not kick the sedan chair. In his family, Wanwan was the rule.
He opened the door of the sedan chair and stretched out his wheat-colored hand, "Wanwan, marry me."
A fair white hand stretched out from the sedan chair and fell on Song Jiuyuan's wheat-colored hand, creating a sharp contrast in colors.
Jiang Wan's heart was beating wildly, and she felt warm because of the man's thoughtfulness. At least at this moment she felt that she had made the right marriage.
"The prince respects the princess, I am very happy."
The matchmaker tried to smooth things over awkwardly, and hurriedly handed over the wedding silk, "Please, Your Majesty, lead the princess across the fire basin."
She winked at the bridesmaid, but Muxiang helped Jiang Wan up before the bridesmaid.
She couldn't see Song Jiuyuan, so she walked towards the main hall shoulder to shoulder with him based on her feeling.
Stepping over the fire basin, they walked all the way to the center of the hall, "Wanwan, the auspicious time has not yet arrived, you should go touch up your makeup first."
Mrs. Song's gentle voice sounded in her ears, and Jiang Wan obediently followed her all the way to the side hall next to the hall.
Song Jiuyuan was entertaining guests in the front, and she could vaguely hear the noisy sounds outside.
It was already afternoon, and Jiang Wan wanted to lift her veil, but Qiu Niang held her back.
"Princess, the veil has to be lifted by the prince."
"But I still have to wait here for more than an hour."
Jiang Wan was too tired to complain. No wonder brides in ancient times were so hungry when they got married. After all this trouble, she was hungry again.
"Sister-in-law, my brother asked me to prepare food for you."
Song Jiuli's lively voice rang out, and soon a tray appeared in front of Jiang Wan.
There were four or five different dishes on the tray, all of which she liked to eat.
Qiu Niang said happily: "Princess, the prince is so good to you."
"He's very considerate."
Jiang Wan snorted lightly and lowered her head to eat, while Song Jiuli on the side was chattering.
"Sister-in-law, are you tired of getting married? Are you nervous?"
"My eldest brother told me last night that I must bring you food, otherwise he won't let me marry Sheng Yi."
“…”
Jiang Wan let her talk. When she knew she was full, she wiped her lips and rinsed her mouth helplessly.
"Silly girl, you'll know when you get married."
She took out a small mirror and put on more lipstick. Getting married was indeed a tiring job.
But it seems pretty good to be able to marry the one you love.
Afraid that she would be bored, Song Jiuyuan prepared some opera singing in the room, and let Jiang Wan listen to it.
Jiang Wan: ...
The waiting time didn't seem so boring anymore, I listened to the babbling for an hour or so.
Jiang Wan estimated that it was about time, so she took out a small mirror and touched up her makeup.
Sure enough, after a while, Song Yi came forward and said, "Princess, the prince will come to take you to the hall soon."
"good."
Jiang Wan nervously placed her hands on her legs, her hands folded, her legs trembling slightly, and her palms covered with fine beads of sweat.
After a while, steady footsteps were heard and Song Jiuyuan strode into the room.
He first dismissed everyone, then said softly: "Wanwan, someone has come from Kyoto to attend our wedding."
The tone was very complicated, and he even asked others to leave. Jiang Wan had a hunch that this person was not a simple person.
Suddenly, a bold guess emerged in her mind, and she whispered:
"But that person..."
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