In the evening, the guests finally dispersed. Xia Zhixian wanted to pull Zhou Jing'an aside to give him some more advice, but when she saw him constantly looking in the direction of Zhenxiaxie, she couldn't help laughing.
"Okay, go ahead." Xia Zhixian rarely saw him like this, so she couldn't help but tease him a few more times, "I don't think it's Ling'er who's waiting for you, it's you who can't wait to see her."
Zhou Jing'an pursed his lips, feeling rather embarrassed, his eyes wandering, "Mother, I'm going back now. Dad and Mom should get some rest early. Tomorrow I'll bring Ling'er with me to pay my respects to you."
Xia Zhixian nodded and said with a smile: "Be gentle to me, and don't rush over tomorrow."
Zhou Jing'an bowed and retreated, then quickly walked towards Zhenxiaxie.
The sky was a patch of orange, as if rouge had been accidentally spilled on it, soaked by water vapor and dyed through the endless clouds.
His courtyard was lit up in the sunset, which is also the origin of the name of the courtyard.
Zhou Jing'an walked so fast that Ye Song and Ye Bai, who wanted to support him, could not keep up.
The main hall was brightly lit with candles everywhere. There was also a pair of red candles at the bedside, swaying with red light.
Jiang Ling had already eaten intermittently. Zhou Jing'an prepared a lot of food for her, all of which were her favorites. She didn't care and ate when she was hungry. Now she felt very full.
At this moment, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, in the same position and posture as in the morning.
As soon as Zhou Jing'an saw her, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"Ling'er."
Just as he was about to walk over, he was stopped by the matchmaker.
"Groom, don't be impatient. We have to follow the steps." The matchmaker stopped him with a smile, and the maid beside her stepped forward with a tray.
Only then did Zhou Jing'an realize that there were other people in the room, and he remembered that he had to follow the etiquette and leave.
He touched his nose and coughed twice, "Hmm."
"Please, groom, lift up the bride's red veil!" the matchmaker sang in unison.
Zhou Jing'an curled his fingers slightly, and immediately took the copper wedding pole with gold inlay, carefully lifted a corner of the red veil, and slowly lifted it up.
Jiang Ling felt that the light in front of his eyes finally brightened up, and he couldn't help but look up slightly.
The imaginary face was still covered with a layer of cloth. When Zhou Jing'an saw the round fan in her hand, he suddenly remembered that, yes, there was also the gift of fanning.
During the entire ceremony, the bride must always hold a fan to cover her face. Even when she lifts the red veil, the fan will not be removed. The groom must compose a poem to impress the bride before the fan can be removed.
Seeing Zhou Jing'an's anxious and frustrated look, the matchmaker couldn't help but laugh, "Please ask the groom to write a poem to impress the bride, otherwise, this fan will be stuck tonight."
The round fan in Jiang Ling's hand was made of two thin layers of gauze, embroidered with Suzhou embroidery, a picture of lotus and mandarin ducks. She could vaguely see Zhou Jing'an's figure through the gauze.
Similarly, Zhou Jing'an also saw the faint smile behind the fan, and he felt his heart was hooked.
Fortunately, he had prepared in advance. He was afraid that he would be nervous and make mistakes, so he made several songs in advance and picked out the best one.
He cleared his throat, knelt before her, looked at Jiang Ling, and whispered to her through a fan: "Don't let the painted fan out of the curtain, hiding the spring mountains and stagnating talent. If reunion is like the bright moon, then osmanthus flowers must bloom here."
In Zhou Jing'an's heart, the Osmanthus Garden was the place where he first felt moved for Jiang Ling, although he avoided it and denied it at the time.
Jiang Ling looked at him through the veil. Because she was close, she could see that his cheeks were slightly red. She didn't know if it was because of the alcohol, but his eyes were dark and bright.
He just stared at her, his voice so tender and gentle that Jiang Ling couldn't help blushing.
She pursed her lips slightly, and her heart began to beat rapidly again.
Jiang Ling slowly moved the fan away, and a bright and beautiful little face slowly emerged from behind the veil.
She put a lot of effort into her makeup and hair accessories today.
She combed her hair into a double-ring bun, which was usually made of artificial bun or by tying the hair into a ring with a silk ribbon, towering on both sides of the head. The middle of the ring was decorated with vines, and between the double rings were double phoenixes, giving the appearance of gazing at the immortals.
She wore a gold and emerald crown in her hair, in the style of a single-headed golden phoenix. Pearls and jade hung from the phoenix head, just between her eyebrows, echoing the flower ornaments on her forehead.
The double rings are pinned with gold hairpins in the shape of peony flowers and leaves, and the top of the head is decorated with a pair of exquisite gold hairpins inlaid with pearls, a pair of gold hairpins inlaid with hibiscus warm jade, and a pair of hollow cloud and phoenix jade hairpins. In addition, it is embellished with several double happiness and ruyi flowers inlaid with pearls and jade.
The golden hairpins hung on both sides of Jiang Ling's cheeks, and under the light of the warm red candle, her stunning face was highlighted.
She was really wearing full makeup today. It was no longer just a light layer of powder. Her face was fair, she had drawn eyebrows, applied crimson rouge, and her lipstick was also crimson.
The eyes were smudged with three different shades of red, from light to dark, with an upward line drawn at the end of the eyes and a little gold powder sprinkled on.
When she raised her eyes, she was filled with endless beauty and tenderness.
Zhou Jing'an watched the fan slowly move away, and Jiang Ling appeared in front of him. He was really stunned and just stared at her blankly.
Jiang Ling also looked in the mirror, and she was very surprised, let alone Zhou Jing'an.
She looked at his stunned expression and couldn't help but laugh.
This smile was like a blooming peony. In an instant, it seemed as if the heaven and earth had lost their color.
She is graceful and gentle, charming and graceful. When her eyes move, the gold powder reflects the candlelight, and the brilliance is enough to make people unable to take their eyes off her.
This time everyone in the room was stunned.
Jiang Ling put down her fan and looked at Zhou Jing'an's dumbfounded expression. She couldn't help but reach out and poke his cheek, saying in a sweet voice, "What's wrong? Are you stunned?"
Zhou Jing'an slowly came back to his senses when he felt a warm touch on his cheek.
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