Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Wedding
When getting on the carriage, Gu Yanzhou even offered her his hand.
Song Siyun glanced at her and ignored her. Cuiyu helped him into the carriage.
Even though it was a waste of time, Gu Yanzhou was not annoyed.
Who made me beg for help now?
God knows how much he wanted to curse when he watched the prince whip the carriage away, leaving only the words "You are riding in Miss Song's carriage".
But this person is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
Gu Yanzhou was silent for a moment, gradually accepting the fact that he had to be shameless.
If he had nothing to do with the Li family, he would not be waiting here today and being looked down upon.
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a horse neigh. Seeing the hooves flying, in a flash, he didn't have time to think, just grabbed the white wrist that was about to retract into the car, pointed his toes, and sat in.
But to others, this action seemed like Song Siyun was dragging him in.
For example, green feather and photinia.
The two men looked at each other and suddenly looked around vigilantly, fearing that they would ruin their girl's reputation.
But then he thought again, since they were already engaged, it wouldn't matter if they were seen.
Thinking of this, the two of them lowered their eyes silently.
Song Siyun and Gu Yanzhou had no idea what they were thinking.
At this moment, the two were staring at each other.
One was surprised at his quick reaction; the other was a little annoyed.
Gu Yanzhou looked at her, his face darkening, even the usual smile on his lips disappeared: "What do you mean, Miss Song?"
Song Siyun felt a little guilty, but couldn't stand such questioning. He rubbed his wrist and retorted, "Why are you so fierce? I called you several times and you didn't respond. I thought you didn't want to go..."
As he spoke, his voice became quieter and quieter.
Song Siyun didn't lie to him, she did shout.
But only twice.
But Gu Yanzhou didn't know how many times she shouted.
Hearing this, he pulled his lips into a smile, only to find it absurd, "So, it's my fault?"
"Of course." Song Siyun responded as a matter of course.
Gu Yanzhou closed his eyes and his chest kept rising and falling.
Along the way, the two of them had nothing to say.
When Gu Yanzhou was about to get off the car, he took out a box of plaster from his arms and handed it to her, "This medicine is very effective in removing blood stasis."
As he spoke, he quickly glanced at her red and purple wrist.
"You have a conscience." Song Siyun glared at him and took it with a twist of his fingers.
Finally, he whispered, "Thank you."
Gu Yanzhou raised his eyes, a little surprised, and then said "hmm" lightly as a response.
"Why are you pretending?"
He heard this before the curtain was lowered.
Can't you avoid people when you say bad things?
The corners of his lips that had just been raised suddenly flattened, he covered his chest and took another deep breath.
Sometimes, he really worried that he would be angry to death.
He held his chest tightly and heaved for a long time before stepping into the house.
Song Siyun knew nothing about this.
As soon as Gu Yanzhou got off the car, she called Cui Yu and Que Mei to get in.
At this moment, Cui Yu looked at her wrist covered with bruises from her fingers. As she applied medicine to her, she couldn't help but feel distressed: "How could this Second Young Master Gu be so tactless? He's already touching you before we're even married, and he's done this to you! He's clearly trying to ruin my reputation and not let me see anyone."
"How long will it take for this to disappear?" Quemei was anxiously running around.
"He's just a reckless guy!" Song Siyun said while gritting his teeth, and it seemed that he was very angry.
For several months after that, she really didn't go out again.
Firstly, the weather was getting hotter and people were becoming lazy; secondly, she was too busy and had no time to go out.
Even when Yun Wanqiao came to see her, the two of them could only say a few words.
It was simply because the wedding date was too tight. And the bride had to embroider her wedding dress and veil herself. Song Siyun wasn't good at needlework to begin with, and she was so busy every day she didn't know what to do.
Fortunately, her elder sister was sympathetic and knew that she was too busy. As early as the day after Naji, she sent someone to tell her that the emperor had agreed. The wedding dress would be made by the palace, and she only needed to embroider the veil.
That day, she was so happy that she had an extra bowl of food for lunch.
The next day, she put away the wedding dress embroidery frame in the room, leaving only the veil.
With the wedding date only two and a half months away, Mrs. Song was so busy going through the formalities with the eldest son of the Gu family that she was so anxious that her mouth was covered in blisters.
When she finally could breathe a sigh of relief after the betrothal gift was finally accepted, she saw the embroidered veil for her own daughter and her eyes suddenly darkened.
"You..." Madam Song looked around, hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Is it a heart knot embroidered?"
Song Siyun rubbed the needle and thread in his hand and nodded in silence for a rare moment.
Seeing this, Mrs. Song frowned even deeper.
She held the veil and wanted to speak, but when she saw her, she couldn't open her mouth.
Finally, she sighed and said, "Forget it. I'll embroider it for you. You've been restless since you were a child. I think you've done your best to embroider it."
Mrs. Song took another veil and said as she twirled the needle: "The patterns given by the palace are heart knots and twined branches. I will help you embroider them, and you just need to add a few stitches at the end." As she said this, she put on the thimble.
When she started to needle, there was still no response. She looked up and saw that her eyes had turned red and were staring at her.
"Why are you crying?" Madam Song lowered her eyes, concentrating on her work, and kept muttering, "In two and a half months, you'll be getting married. Your life won't be as comfortable as it was when you were a girl. Although the Gu Mansion is small, it's a wealthy family after all. His eldest sister-in-law was criticized in the past for her merchant family background, so the rules in the mansion are naturally strict. If you don't get used to it when you go there, just ask Quemei to send a message, saying that mother is pretending to be sick and asking you to come back. That way, no one can find fault with it."
Madam Song raised her eyes and smiled at her, then said, "There are many men in the Gu Mansion, and I'm sure you won't be used to the things here. Mother and father have already discussed it and have bought a new set of things based on the layout of your room. You can take away the things you are used to so that you can use them more conveniently."
At this point, she suddenly paused and looked out the window: "I'm afraid you can't take the swing in your yard with you, so just keep it. Mom can sit on it when she's not free."
Mrs. Song was still looking at her and smiling, but her vision was gradually blurring. She raised her hand to touch the vague little face in front of her and choked out, "Ah Yun, if they treat you badly, just come back. Your parents can protect you."
"Okay." Song Siyun responded in a low voice, with big tears falling down. Finally, he forced a smile to comfort her: "Don't worry, mother, I will live a very good life."
"You know, I never treat myself badly."
Her tone rose, her eyelashes fluttered slightly. Although it was a joking remark, Madam Song hugged her and cried even harder, "Ah Yun, if Gu Yanzhou treats you badly, just leave. Go far away, to a place where no one can find you. Your parents will have their own way to earn the divorce papers for you so that you can live a good life."
"Okay." Song Siyun hugged her back and patted her back gently.
Having said that, she knew in her heart that it was impossible.
At least, not before achieving His Majesty and his goal.
Song Siyun pondered in his heart, and couldn't help but recall the look in his eyes when he tested him outside the palace that day - the same cold and murderous look as when they exchanged glances in the hall.
Thinking about it now, I still can’t help but feel scared.
What is he planning?
Song Siyun didn't understand, but she couldn't help but wonder.
The days passed in contemplation.
The second day of May is a good time to get married.
Before dawn, Qiu Shui Garden became busy.
After a while, Song Siyun felt someone pulling him out of bed and pressing him in front of a bronze mirror in a daze.
A woman was rubbing something in her hand and putting it on her face, mumbling something.
As the woman moved, she felt a stinging pain on her face. She screamed and tried to push away, but Cui Yu was quick to pull her back and explained in a low voice, "Miss, this is called opening the face. Madam told you about it last night."
Song Siyun just remembered and complained in a suppressed voice: "But mother didn't say it hurt so much."
Cui Yu was silent for a moment, but she used more force.
After finally getting her face opened, she had barely recovered when the woman pulled her back to comb her hair. Cuiyu and Quemei were both carrying trays filled with the head ornaments she would be wearing today.
Song Siyun felt a headache after just one look.
But her thoughts were the least important.
After being manipulated and dressed up by several people like a puppet, it finally became an exquisite porcelain doll.
Even Mrs. Song, who was used to seeing it every day, was stunned when she saw it.
The person in front of me has long and slender eyebrows, and the ends of her eyebrows may have been brushed with some rouge, which are tinged with a light red. The girl's cuteness and innocence are faded, and a bit of charm is brought out; below are the bright almond-shaped eyes, which are lightly outlined with rouge and powder. At the end, a thin line of black rouge is twisted and pulled, and the already smart and cunning eyes are brighter, like a clear spring under the moonlight, with rippling waves; her nose is small and delicate, and her lips are rosy, which is originally a beautiful and charming color, but her face is round and there is still baby fat on her cheeks. She looks gorgeous and lively, without any impropriety.
Mrs. Song was stunned for a moment.
It was Song Siyun calling her that brought her back to her senses. "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's almost time so I came to see how you were getting ready."
Mrs. Song approached, pulled her to look around, and sighed with heartfelt emotion: "Our Ah Yun has really grown up. When she put on her wedding dress, I almost couldn't recognize her."
"Mom." Song Siyun called her softly and coquettishly.
Mrs. Song understood and smiled as she adjusted the hairpin on her head. She looked at her carefully again and saw that there was nothing wrong before she said, "Let's go. It's time to go out."
Finally, he took the veil from Quemei's hand.
Song Siyun lowered his head, allowing his vision to be blocked.
But in a flash, all she could see was the world beneath her feet. It was then that she realized there were broken pieces of colored glass embedded beneath the pearls on the edge of her shoes.
"Ah Yun," the voice I had heard for more than ten years now rang in my ears, full of unconcealed bitterness, "Mom will take you out."
Song Siyun raised his hand and felt a cool breeze.
The two of them walked in silence all the way to the main hall.
In the hall, Grand Tutor Song sat upright. Although it was a happy day, his face showed no joy. Especially when he heard the cheers outside the door urging people to put on their makeup, the displeasure in his eyes was even more obvious.
Suddenly, a touch of red came into view.
Looking up, I saw my wife and beloved daughter.
The old man raised his eyelashes slightly and quickly stood up to greet her. Thousands of words were stuck on his lips, but he finally patted her hand silently.
Song Siyun understood and bowed, "Daddy."
"Ah." As soon as Grand Tutor Song spoke, he couldn't hide his sobs. He turned around hastily, trying to hide it. Madam Song, standing beside him, was already in tears, her face full of tears.
She hugged Song Siyun until the nanny beside her reminded her that the auspicious time was almost approaching, then she wiped her tears and let go, chattering and giving him many instructions.
Finally, when the door opened and the groom came in to greet the bride, she couldn't help but follow him. Just as she was about to speak, she was stopped by Master Song.
Because the bride has no brothers and her uncle is working away from home, the groom will personally go to pick her up when she goes out.
It took nearly twenty poems to get the door opened. As soon as Gu Yanzhou entered, he saw Song Siyun standing tall in the hall.
Unlike the unruly way she was before, she was quiet and let him hold her in his arms.
It's so unbelievably well-behaved.
Not knowing what was going on, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.
The veil covered her face, so she couldn't see anything, but she couldn't hide her suppressed sobs.
Gu Yanzhou stared at her for a long while, then spoke as if possessed by a ghost: "I will keep you safe."
Song Siyun didn't want to pay any attention to the nonsense and just thought he was crazy.
Even though it was a waste of time, Gu Yanzhou didn't get annoyed. He just slowed down his pace and let her take a closer look at everything in the Song Mansion and experience more of the local culture.
Soon, the bridal sedan arrived.
When he put An Sheng down, he thought of something and opened his mouth, but said nothing.
As the curtain of the sedan chair fell and he got on the horse, he glanced at the Song Mansion again.
As the Yizhong convoy left, the gates of the Song Mansion were bolted, and people scattered everywhere.
Outside, the gongs and drums played, the wedding money was spread everywhere, and the cries of "a long-lasting happiness" had nothing to do with them. The two elders sat in silence in the main hall.
On the streets, red silk was everywhere and the atmosphere was full of joy. Gu Yanzhou sat upright on a big horse, and his wedding gown made his handsome appearance and brows look more majestic. A red silk with the same pattern as the wedding gown was draped on his chest, and the layers of red silk undulated with the horse's movement, like a rolling crabapple flower.
After a while, they arrived at Gu's house.
I only heard the sedan door ring three times, then the curtain was lifted, and a big hand with calluses appeared in front of me.
It looks rough.
For no apparent reason, this thought suddenly popped into his head. Song Siyun hesitated for a moment before taking the plunge. It was indeed rough, or even scrappy.
But in my impression, although his hands were not as delicate as mine, they were not as good as they are now.
Suddenly, I began to feel the reality of the four years I had spent in the northern border.
Through the veil, she carefully glanced at the person beside her. She couldn't see everything, only the floating layers of red silk and the strong legs wrapped in red boots.
Suddenly, Red Boots stopped.
Song Siyun looked up in confusion and vaguely saw him tilting his head and staring at her.
A long sigh echoed in her ears, and then her body lightened. She didn't have time to exclaim, she just stared at him in amazement. When she felt him move, she suddenly realized that he was going to jump over the brazier.
She lowered her eyes embarrassedly. Although she was covered by the veil, she still didn't dare to look up. She just glanced sideways at the jumping red sparks behind her, and thought to herself: Forget it, I will be nicer to you in the future.
I already appreciate it.
But Gu Yanzhou didn't know.
He thought the girl was timid and didn't dare to take a step, so he held her in his arms and carried her across the fire pot and stepped on the tiles.
A teeth-grinding crunching sound echoed in his ears, but he didn't react. The girl in his arms shrank back timidly. Gu Yanzhou was stunned for a moment, his peripheral vision falling on her, and a little joy welled up in his heart.
Finally, when they reached the main hall and put the person down safely, they heard her say in a low voice, "Thank you."
Gu Yanzhou paused. This was the first time he heard her say something nice.
"It turns out that Miss Song can also spit out ivory." He couldn't help but teasing as he stood up.
Even though there was a veil between them, he still felt that he was being stared at.
Instead of being angry, I feel happy.
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