Looking at his daughter, Song's father couldn't help but burst into tears. How could he bear to let go of such a good daughter?
Aunt Hua kept comforting her.
Song Qiao couldn't help crying.
Wu Zhi advised, "It's just a few steps away, right across the street. Other brides who marry so close would wake up laughing in their dreams. Don't let your tears ruin your makeup on such a beautiful day and scare the groom away."
Hearing this, Song Qiao quickly stopped crying.
"The bride is leaving!"
Money and fruits are scattered all over the sky, and congratulations are heard continuously.
Song Qiao walked out of the door with the help of Wu Zhi, but was not helped into the sedan chair. She was getting suspicious when she saw the person next to her walk up to her and squat with his back to her.
"What bad luck!" Everyone cheered again.
Hu Xu said, "My lady, I'm here to take you home."
The Song family members were a little stunned, and Song's father even forgot to cry for a moment.
The matchmaker laughed and said, "The groom carries the bride on his back, and their friendship will last forever."
The guests were all urging him on, and Song Qiao's face, which was already painted bright red, looked even redder.
Seeing that she was hesitating, Wu Zhi took the umbrella to block her, then put his hand on her waist, and Song Qiao fell on Hu Xu's back.
She quickly grabbed Hu Xu's shoulders and covered her face tightly with a fan.
Hu Xu carried her steadily on his back, walking from one door to the other. It was only a few steps, but it felt like they had walked for thousands of years.
"Come in, bride--!" Hu Xu carried Song Qiao into the house.
Outside the crowd stood a haggard figure. She followed Song Qiao closely with her eyes. Seeing him being carried into the Hu family's gate by Hu Xu, she smiled at first, then her eyes turned red and tears suddenly fell.
Her daughter got married today.
"Madam, you are not feeling well. Let's go back." The maid advised.
Madam Lu nodded, turned around, wiped away her tears, and disappeared into the alley with her maid.
Seeing Hu Xu carrying Song Qiao into the yard, Hu Jin couldn't help but grab her husband's hand and shook it excitedly.
Hu's father and mother couldn't help but smile at each other in the hall.
In front of the hall, Hu Xu put Song Qiao down, and then, amid the witnesses and congratulations of his elders, teachers, friends, and neighbors, he walked up to his parents and teachers and bowed to Song Qiao.
"The ceremony is over, send her to the bridal chamber—"
The newlyweds were escorted to the bridal chamber. Hu's father and mother, as well as Hu Jin and his wife, hurried to greet the guests.
Xu Jiang and Lou Yunchun were outside the bridal chamber, watching the newlyweds perform the wedding ceremony, but they didn't dare to look at each other. They just held each other's sweaty hands, each of them smoking.
After the wedding ceremony, Hu Xu composed a poem about fanning herself. The bride shyly put down her wedding fan and was immediately met with praise.
Hu Xu was stunned, but was called out by Zeng Zhui, the tactless man, and then was arrested and forced to drink.
Xu Jiang and Lou Yunchun also took their seats. After the wedding banquet, they said goodbye to Hu's father and mother, and then quietly went to Shuiyuntan.
In the bridal chamber, Song Qiao quietly put down the wedding fan, rubbed his wrist, looked around the red room, and then his face also turned red.
She heard the commotion outside and thought the groom would not be back for a while, so she got out of bed and walked around.
She walked into the small study, looked up, and was stunned by the paintings covering the walls.
The painting was all about her, and the white osmanthus tree she gave to Hu Xu. The people and the flowers had different postures, but they were all in full bloom, so beautiful.
Hu Xu was helped back to the bridal chamber and sat down beside the wedding table. He slowly opened his eyes after the footsteps and laughter outside the door faded away.
He lay there for a long time before he recovered from the dizziness in his head. Then he slowly stood up and walked towards the wedding bed.
But when he walked to the wedding bed and took a closer look, there was no trace of the bride on the bed.
"Ah Qiao?" He turned around to look for her, but his legs started fighting and he tripped and fell backwards.
For a moment, the world was spinning.
Song Qiao, who was sleeping in the small study, was awakened and came out to check. Seeing Hu Xu lying on the ground, he did not care about being embarrassed or not and hurried forward to help him.
After much difficulty in helping Hu Xu onto the bed, his hairpins were already loose and his temples were disheveled.
Judging from Hu Xu's appearance, he probably can't get up.
She touched Hu Xu's face and wanted to get up to remove her makeup, but was grabbed by a hand and pulled down, falling on Hu Xu.
"Ah Qiao, my lady."
"Yeah." Song Qiao's face turned red when he called her.
Hu Xu was stunned for a while before he took a deep breath and cleared his eyes.
He stared at Song Qiao, then took off the hairpins on her head one by one, letting the soft raven hair fall on him.
Seeing his usually gentle gaze become scorching, Song Qiao felt a little uneasy, "I'll go wash up."
Hu Xu didn't let go. They stared at each other for a long time, feeling hot in each other's eyes.
Hu Xu stretched out his fingers and rubbed the flower ornament between Song Qiao's eyebrows, rubbing it into a crimson blush, then murmured, "It's rubbed... I'll help you wash it."
After saying that, he raised his lips.
After a while, the curtains fell, covering the bed full of red clothes and a quilt of black hair.
After a long time, a slender hand opened the bed curtain, but before the arm was half out, it was caught by another bony hand and held tightly in the palm.
Outside the tent, a pair of red candles burned until dawn.
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