When Minister Su's daughter married the Prince of Pingyang, the emperor personally bestowed a plaque on the door. For a moment, the wedding was very grand and honorable. The number of people who came to the wedding banquet increased dramatically, and Shu Tong was shocked. He didn't dare to accept the gift, so he quickly asked the host for permission.
Su Yanli pondered for a moment and said, "Just accept the normal wedding gift money, and don't accept any expensive gifts."
"Yes, sir."
Shu Tong felt reassured and went out in a hurry. In addition to these, he also had to quickly prepare the thirty tables of food that had been prepared. He was so busy that he wished he could do eight things at a time.
The one who was the most idle was the bride, and she was also the saddest. Seeing the glorious groom waiting at the door, and Su Dalang also waiting with his back bent, Su Ruojin suddenly pulled off her red headscarf and rushed towards Cheng Yingzhen and Su Yanli with tears streaming down her face.
"Dad... Mom... I won't get married anymore. I will stay at home with you for the rest of my life..."
It has been eighteen years since I traveled to the Dayin Dynasty. The blood ties with them have long been integrated into my bones and blood, so there is no way I can bear to leave them.
The gentle and elegant Su Yanli couldn't help but burst into tears when he saw his sad daughter, "Ajin... my darling daughter... Daddy can't bear to leave you... Daddy can't bear to leave you..."
"Ajin...my mother's heart is so sweet..."
The family of three hugged their heads and cried. Their sadness of parting instantly infected many people present, causing them to turn their heads and wipe their tears quietly. Suddenly it was Lord Xue. They had been neighbors for many years, and he knew the Su family best about how they had come to where they are today. He had also worked with Su Er Niang for many years. He also couldn't bear to part with the young lady, so he also wiped his tears.
His wife, who was standing next to him, glared at him secretly, as if she had never cried like this when her own daughter got married.
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But why does he feel that Su Er Niang is more like a daughter than his own daughter?
Zhong Wanhui didn't understand why the happy atmosphere suddenly turned into tears. She was so scared that she hugged Shangguan Yu's arm tightly, "Ah... Ayu..."
Shangguan Yu held back the sourness in his nose and smiled at her, "Ahui, these are tears of happiness."
Su Yanzu raised his head, suppressed his sad mood, and reached out to comfort them, "Brother, sister-in-law, the young prince is still waiting at the door, don't miss the auspicious time."
Su Cheng and the others couldn't help crying, "Ajin..."
"My dear daughter..."
Su Yanzu smiled and sighed, then said to Su Dalang, "An, pull your parents away, don't miss the auspicious time."
Su Dalang also cried. After hearing what his uncle said, he wiped his tears and walked to his parents. "Dad, Mom, Ajin will be getting into the bridal sedan soon. If you have anything to say, tell her right away."
The couple was finally pulled apart by the eldest son. Su Ruojin was crying so hard that she couldn't see clearly. Mao Ya quickly took a handkerchief to wipe away her tears.
Su Yanli held back his tears and said gently and affectionately, "Ajin, no matter what happens in the future, we will always be your support."
"Dad..." Su Ruojin walked forward and hugged him. All she could see was the scene of Su Yanli hugging her when she was a child, happiness, joy, and family affection. She had all the family warmth that others had, and she also had what others didn't have. She was a child who was spoiled by her parents. She was confident and sunny, and was not afraid of the wind and rain on the journey of life.
"Ajin..." Cheng Yingzhen hugged her daughter, "My dear daughter, I can't bear to see you get married, I really can't bear to see you get married..."
"Mom..." Su Ruojin helped her wipe her tears, "I can't bear to leave you either..." As they wiped their tears, the mother and daughter hugged each other and cried again.
Su Sanlang, Su Silang, and Miss Su could no longer bear it, and they all came forward, hugged each other, and cried bitterly together.
To them, Su Ruojin was more like an elder sister and a mother. She gave them everything their mother had, and what their mother didn't have, their elder sister also gave them. They got double the mother's love. When their elder sister got married, they seemed to have lost their backbone.
"Sister...Sister..."
The matchmaker and the makeup team urged him again and again. Su Dalang hardened his heart, bent down again, and forcibly carried A-mei away.
"Dad... Mom..." Su Ruojin turned around and shouted, "Sanlang... Silang... Little sister..."
Goodbye, my dear parents, may you have peace and happiness for the rest of your life!
Goodbye, my brothers and sisters. I can no longer live with you every day, and I can no longer play and have fun with you. Growing up is a silent farewell. I wish you a happy life and a bright future.
When Su Yanli and his wife heard their daughter's affectionate cry, they could no longer hold back and wanted to run out, but were held back by Su Yanzu and Lord Xue. "Ajin is running towards a better life." They couldn't really run out with her.
"Ajin..."
"Ajin..."
The sound of celebratory gongs and drums reflected the joyful crowd, who all rushed to the gate to watch the groom pick up the bride. The lively celebration surged away like a tide.
In the courtyard, for a moment, only Su Yanli and his wife were left. They felt as if a piece of their hearts had been dug out, and they were empty.
"Ah Zhen..." Su Yanli hugged Cheng Yingzhen sadly, "From now on, you are the only one I have."
Su Yanzu, who was about to raise his leg to the door, frowned when he heard this. "Besides Ajin, you have three sons and a daughter. Brother is too pretentious."
Many years later, Su Yanzu, who had married off his daughter and daughter, truly realized that no matter whether it was his daughter who married away or his son who stayed with him, he discovered that the person who accompanied him the longest in life was still his wife.
Having children is a grand journey of joy when they come, but after ten or twenty years, it is a sad journey of their quiet departure.
Some people are sad, while others can't hide their joy.
At the entrance of the Minister's Mansion, which was piled with bright red silk, a group of handsome and elegant young men surrounded Zhao Lan, who was dressed in bright red groom's clothes. He was radiant and elegant.
The deafening sounds of firecrackers, gongs and drums were no match for his heartbeat at the moment. Zhao Lan's hands were shaking slightly with excitement. The young lady he had been waiting for for more than ten years finally appeared before him.
Ah Jin... Ah Jin...
Suddenly, the people at the gate moved to the side, leaving a wide aisle.
Zhao Lan felt as if his heartbeat had stopped, and the noise around him seemed to have disappeared. His eyes were filled with anticipation for his bride.
The young lady was lying on her brother-in-law, a ball of red, as bright as brocade and fire, and she immediately caught Zhao Lan's eyes.
Here she comes...her Ah Jin is finally here...
"Ajin..." Zhao Lan ran over, but was stopped by the groomsmen. They laughed, "Zijin, you are so anxious. Your brother-in-law hasn't even left the house yet."
Zhao Lan's ears and cheeks had already turned pink from excitement, and now because of their laughter, his usually sophisticated and steady face instantly turned red, like a shy young lady, causing the aunties and young wives in the crowd to scream.
"My God, the groom is so handsome..."
"That's right, just like a god descending to earth..."
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Su Anzhi carried A'mei on his back and walked slowly towards the gate where gongs and drums were deafening, step by step.
With every step his brother-in-law took, Zhao Lan's heart beat like a drum: dong... dong...
All eyes were on the two newlyweds, getting closer and closer...
Finally, Su Anzhi carried his sister to Zhao Lan.
Zhao Lan seemed dumbfounded. He looked at the young lady in the red veil and muttered to himself, "Ajin..."
"Zijin, you were so anxious just now, wanting to carry the bride home in one go, why are you so stupid and motionless now?"
He had never been seen so silly before. The groomsmen all started to make a noise, and Zhao Lan was finally awakened. He stretched out his long arms and instantly hugged his wife in his arms, "Ajin, let's go home."
Under the red veil, Su Ruojin smiled. Familiar person, familiar smell, no tension at all.
but--
From then on, my life changed from being accompanied by my parents, brothers and sisters to being accompanied by my husband, and it lasted for a long fifty years.
Zhao Lan escorted the young lady to the bridal sedan and said considerately, "Have a seat, we'll be there soon. Call me if you get tired."
"good."
Unable to see the young lady's face, Zhao Lan gently squeezed her hand. From then on, everything was left to him.
Hold your hand, grow old with you, and spend the rest of our lives together.
On the eighth day of October, the youngest son of Prince Jin got married. It was the wedding with the largest dowry and the most pomp in the past ten years. On the wedding day, Emperor Jingyuan personally visited Prince Jin's mansion and left only after drinking the wedding wine.
The fireworks that night lasted all night, lighting up the entire night sky of Beijing, attracting countless people to watch and discuss, creating an unprecedented grand occasion. (End of this chapter)
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