readytorunbook Chapter 155 The Big Wedding
Chapter 155 The Big Wedding
The little followers followed him and ran away. After walking a distance, Zhao Fangmo said to his little followers, "Don't believe what my second sister says. She loves money too."
Zhao Fangmo has been the leader among children since she was young. She is followed by a bunch of little followers every day. She also has the awareness of being a big sister. Usually, whatever the adults say, if she thinks it makes sense, she will explain it to her little followers bit by bit.
Because the gentleman said, birds of a feather flock together. If one does not want to experience too much separation, one should cultivate one's own social circle from an early age. As long as her younger brothers have the same ideas as her, she will not separate them!
Even if a few of them grow crooked, it will not affect her forest!
Zhao Fangyu knew nothing about what was going on outside. Xiniang was a nanny sent from the palace to teach her, and she was helping her put on makeup.
While looking left and right to see how to start, she kept praising Zhao Fangyu for her beauty, which was so beautiful that she felt that even putting a layer of makeup on her would not cover up Zhao Fangyu's original brilliance.
Zhao Fangyu pursed her lips and smiled, acting shy, without answering.
Zhao Fangyu didn't believe a word of this. His eyes fell on the small vase of gardenias beside the dressing table. The lingering fragrance dispelled some of his uneasiness.
Aunt Qian had already passed away, so Zhao Fangyu placed a vase of Aunt Qian's favorite gardenias on the windowsill in the house.
Gardenias are inexpensive and can be grown in every household. They are white and fragrant. Aunt Qian once said that if she could choose her next life, she would like to be a gardenia, blooming in the mountains.
Free and easy, harmonious and contented.
The vase for the flowers was also brought from Caiyueyuan.
It's just a little thought.
The original owner did not leave many relics to Aunt Qian, and Aunt Qian also left few relics to her. Perhaps they were not destined to be together, and they were always one step behind.
The sounds of joy outside could be heard while Zhou Qinghe was busy trying to overcome many difficulties.
He has Cui Zimin for literature and generals he borrowed from Zhiqu for martial arts. He kills gods and Buddhas all the way, but finally stops at Li Ge'er.
Zhou Qinghe stuffed a bag of silver into Li Ge'er's arms and asked Li Ge'er in a nice voice to make way.
Li Ge'er still remembered Zhao Zhirun's instructions, so he collected the silver quickly without moving. In this way, he collected seven or eight bags of silver, filling up both sleeves and even two bags in his chest.
Zhou Qinghe stuffed another bag of silver over. The fat boy held the bag of silver in his hand, looked up at Zhao Zhihuai who was standing on the steps, then looked at Zhao Zhirun who was laughing so hard that he couldn't bear to look up, and hesitated.
"Uncle, there's no more room."
Zhou Qinghe kindly helped him up and pointed in Zhao Zhirun's direction: "Then go put your things over here."
Li Ge'er puffed up his cheeks, still eating the candy Zhou Qinghe had stuffed in his mouth. Just as he was about to move, he heard Zhao Zhirun say, "Li Ge'er, what did we agree on just now?"
Li Ge'er paused and turned his chubby little face towards Zhou Qinghe again.
It was almost time, and Zhou Qinghe just went crazy, picked up Li Ge'er and threw him into the arms of the Fourth Prince, then rushed in with a large group of people.
The Fourth Prince and Li Ge'er looked at each other. Li Ge'er took out a purse with difficulty and gave the Fourth Prince a rice dumpling candy: "Would you like to eat it? It was given to me by Fourth Uncle-in-law. It's delicious."
The Fourth Prince also had this candy, but the hospitable Li Ge'er stuffed it into his mouth. The sweetness in his mouth turned bitter in an instant, and he couldn't help but frowning.
When Zhou Qinghe arrived, Zhao Fangyu was sitting elegantly on the bed, wearing a wedding dress, waiting for him.
Zhou Qinghe stepped forward, following the matchmaker's words, getting closer step by step, and finally, amid the cheers of countless people, he held Zhao Fangyu's hand.
The man's hands were hot and he seemed a little nervous, with a little moisture on his palms.
Zhao Fangyu's fingers were cold. Zhou Qinghe ignored the jokes from the people around him and asked her in a low voice if she was cold.
Zhao Fangyu shook his head, holding a brocade pearl face screen, and under the guidance of the matchmaker, he walked hand in hand with Zhou Qinghe step by step towards Shou'an Hall.
Shou'an Hall was much quieter, but also more festive than usual. Zhao Fangyu was led by the matchmaker to kowtow to the old lady.
I got a sentence: "Chastity, tranquility, and peace, and happiness lasts forever."
After coming out of Shou'an Hall, he was led to Qingping Courtyard.
All along the way there was newly laid soft red silk as cushions.
The red silk from the main gate to Jiaolu is used to guide the way, while the red silk here serves as a floor mat to prevent Zhao Fangyu's wedding shoes from getting dusty.
Step by step, the patterns on the visor were all the lady's blessings to her.
Under the moon and flowers, people and the moon are reunited. The woman in the painting has beautiful eyebrows drawn by her lover, her lover is by her side, and three or two children are playing around her knees. One glance tells that the family is harmonious and the couple is in love.
The round fan symbolizes perfection, the pomegranate flowers beside it represent fertility and good fortune, the hydrangeas are densely packed, and butterflies are surrounding it. The child is adorable, the husband is handsome, and even the moon is partial to him. The reunion seems unreal.
The eldest lady and Zhao Minshan sat in Qingping Courtyard, which was decorated with joy.
With the support of the bridesmaid, Zhao Fangyu kowtowed to Zhao Minshan and the eldest lady.
The lady looked at the young girl in front of her, who was wearing a green wedding gown, pearls on her face, and a shawl on her head, and her eyes couldn't help but feel warm.
"I have heard that the way of husband and wife is to be united by the two principles of marriage, with love that can move the heavens, and to be together for three generations, with love as deep as the sea, and the couple are of high rank, with favors that are everlasting, and in harmony like a musical instrument."
As she spoke, she took off a pair of bracelets from her hands and put them on Zhao Fangyu's wrists. Without waiting for Zhao Fangyu to take a closer look, she handed Zhao Fangyu to the matchmaker, who then took Zhao Fangyu's hand and turned to Zhao Minshan.
Zhao Minshan was not very satisfied with this marriage, but he would not embarrass Zhao Fangyu and Zhou Qinghe in front of others. His smile was particularly sincere and kind, as if he was really a very good father.
"A harmonious couple enjoys the prosperity of both the orchid and the osmanthus. From today on, they will live in harmony."
After parents' persuasion.
Then he was led by Zhou Qinghe and walked step by step towards the carriage prepared outside.
Zhou Qinghe was riding in the front, and the bridesmaids and wedding boys followed behind the wedding procession, throwing copper coins in their hands like rain. The children's auspicious words could be heard from several streets away.
As Zhao Fangyu listened, the corners of his lips twitched unconsciously.
Zhou Qinghe couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.
If someone had told him in the past that he would marry a rich girl in the future, he probably would not have believed it. He might even have thought that when he grew up, he would do anything to gain power and the position of crown prince.
Looking back now, he actually felt somewhat fortunate.
Fortunately, Zhao Fangyu was given to him because of that quarrel. Otherwise, if such a person fell into the hands of the Third Prince, he would go crazy.
If a person has never been treated kindly in his life, then in his eyes, the world is a land of poverty, of desolate mountains and rivers, of mountains of swords and seas of fire. Even being skinned and dismembered will be something he gets used to.
But if someone could give him a little warmth, it would be like climbing up a height and falling down a heavy mountain, and being crushed to pieces.
Zhao Fangyu is that ray of warmth, and also a ray of light that he wants to grasp.
Zhao Fangyu doesn't need to be that good. She just needs to always be Zhao Fangyu, herself, happy, and thinking about food and toys every day.
He was tired, and with the cheerful and unrestrained Zhao Fangyu by his pillow, he could also absorb some warmth that did not belong to him.