After Zhou Jing'an's voice fell, everyone around him was silent for two seconds.
"No, Brother Zhou, you..." Qi Tianyang's expression was complicated.
Even though he had never been married, he knew that what Zhou Jing'an said was really empty talk.
Cheng He and Chen Yuanzong also had expressions that were hard to describe.
"Say something else." Cheng He encouraged.
Zhou Jing'an clenched his fists, his palms were sweaty.
His mind was blank now. He had forgotten how to say all the sweet words he had thought of yesterday, and he couldn't even remember a single word he had said to Jiang Ling on a daily basis.
The group of people outside became anxious, and Jiang Ling in the house almost laughed out loud when he heard this.
But did the groom in ancient times also need to be accompanied by brothers and friends to pick up the bride? This was her first time experiencing this, and it felt sweet, subtle, and a little awkward.
Zhou Jing'an frowned, then suddenly an idea struck him, "I wrote a letter yesterday."
This was what he wanted to read to Jiang Ling in person tonight, but he was afraid of forgetting it, and also afraid of putting it in the wrong place in a panic, so he got up early this morning and put it in the lining of his inner lining.
Zhou Jing'an pursed his lips. Although he was a little shy, he thought that if Jiang Ling wanted to hear it, it would be fine to read it to her now.
But the people around will also hear it.
As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him started to talk at once and asked him to take it out quickly so that they could get the person out of the main hall.
Zhou Jing'an hesitated for a moment and wanted to take it out, but he suddenly heard a sound from inside the house and the door of the hall was opened from the inside.
Zizhen and Luzhu came into sight, supporting Jiang Ling.
She wore a ruqun-style wedding dress with layers of brocade, and a wide-sleeved top on the outside. The top was embroidered with intricate and exquisite patterns of gold and silver threads, various kinds of flower patterns, and two single-headed phoenixes were embroidered on the front lapels.
The workmanship is exquisite, with every part sewn by hand, and the collar of the wedding dress was also embroidered by the bride's mother, Meng Wanjie.
Meng Wanjie embroidered two flying butterflies symmetrically on the collar.
Pairs of butterflies symbolize a happy and sweet marriage, and also imply the ability to ward off disasters and turn them into good fortune, and to drive away evil.
In addition, Meng Wanjie has another meaning.
That is - I hope that Jiang Ling can still be free and unrestrained after getting married, dancing and enjoying herself, just like a butterfly, just like when she was not married, dancing gracefully, bright and colorful.
The woman's wedding dress is not red, but blue.
When men wear red and women wear green, they are called red men and green women.
The wedding dress made Jiang Ling look slim and graceful. She walked out slowly with a red veil on her head and a round fan in her hand.
Zhou Jing'an was stunned the moment he saw her.
He stammered, "Ling'er? Why are you..."
Jiang Ling couldn't see his face clearly, she could only see his blurry figure through the red veil, still standing tall and handsome.
But the moment I heard his voice, my heart began to rumble.
Jiang Ling looked at the people around him and felt quite embarrassed.
"The letter... Keep it and read it to me later."
It would be too embarrassing to read a love letter in front of so many people.
The girl's shy and sweet voice was heard, and everyone around her murmured: "Oh~".
You think they're in the way, right?
Zhou Jing'an found his voice amid the drum-like heartbeat and the ambiguous cheers of the people around him.
"Okay, listen to Ling'er."
He stared at her closely, feeling that the blood in his body was about to boil.
Zhou Jingan stepped forward hesitantly, "Then...then I'll carry you."
Although he had practiced many times in advance, Zhou Jing'an still stuttered.
Jiang Ling chuckled and nodded, "Okay."
A piece of red brocade was stuffed into her hand, with a hydrangea tied in the middle, and the other end was tightly held in Zhou Jing'an's hand.
The sweat from the palms of my hands was almost soaking the brocade.
Zhou Jing'an carefully carried Jiang Ling on his back and heard Jiang Ling whisper in his left ear, "Is it sinking?"
This wedding dress and hair accessories are not light.
He shook his head and felt the tip of his left ear burning.
"It won't sink."
Jiang Ling chuckled, lowered her eyes, and shook her red veil gently, revealing Zhou Jingan's broad shoulders.
"Ling'er, I'll take you home." He said softly, his voice gentle and affectionate, full of boundless tenderness.
Jiang Ling was startled, her nose suddenly felt sore and her eye sockets felt hot.
go home.
She is going to have her own little home.
"Yeah." She replied softly.
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Zhou Jing'an really came to marry her with a sedan chair carried by eight people.
Jiang Ling sat in the wedding sedan, listening to the joyful music and the congratulations and cheers of the people around her, and slowly curled up the corners of her mouth.
An indescribable joy arose spontaneously, rising from the bottom of her heart and slowly lingering around her.
She was surrounded by countless, sincere and warm blessings, Jiang Ling thought.
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Zhou Jingan sat on his horse, his back even more tense and stiffer than when he left the Zhou Mansion.
His heart pounded against his chest, sending vibrations and numbness throughout his body.
The hand holding the reins had become as stiff as stone, and the fingertips were numb, as if they had lost all feeling.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and beads of sweat appeared on Zhou Jing'an's nervous forehead.
The warm winter sun was already shining on the earth, shining warmly on his back.
It's a nice day today.
Zhou Jing'an suddenly turned his head slightly to look.
Eight grooms-to-be carried the wedding sedan, all with smiles on their faces, showing joy.
Sitting in the square wedding sedan was his sweetheart.
Zhou Jing'an seemed to be able to see Jiang Ling with a faint smile inside through the slightly swaying car curtain.
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