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Chapter 259 Wedding

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    But how could a young girl be so patient without showing any sign of reluctance? Mrs. Zhu was a little frightened.

    She still vaguely remembered that when her eldest daughter, Xie Shi, got married, she had a very stable temperament. When she was young, she was called by Yan Benzhi: she has a delicate look at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and a dignified smile.

    It means that the manners and manners of the great Xie family are all very outstanding, but in comparison at this time, Fu Minghua is no less generous than the great Xie family who was praised by Yan Benzhi, a famous scholar at that time.

    ¡°I¡¯m not going to eat tonight just to avoid trouble tomorrow and avoid making a fool of myself in front of others.¡±

    Mrs. Zhu explained softly, and Fu Minghua nodded gently and responded: "I know."

    There was no trace of impatience or grievance, and Mrs. Zhu felt a little weird again.

    In fact, although Aunt Jiang asked Fu Minghua not to eat dinner, she brought pastries and fruits. It was okay for her to eat just two pieces. However, she had excellent self-control, but she resisted and did not touch anything except the tea.  .

    "Your mother can't come this time. She was born and raised by me. It's the same if I say some things on her behalf."

    It¡¯s hot in summer, so Fu Minghua is a little uncomfortable with the two of them sleeping on the same bed.

    But fortunately, she didn't even think about sleeping deeply tonight, so she just listened to Mrs. Zhu's words.

    "In the evening, several of your aunts have already gone to the Third Prince's Mansion to make beds."

    Her voice is gentle.  The four surnames have a long history and a lot of emphasis on them.

    Making the bed in advance is one of them.

    The four surnames consider themselves noble. In terms of background and origin, the Tang Dynasty is naturally incomparable.  Girls with the fourth surname generally do not marry outsiders easily, and Concubine Cui was an exception.  It's just that although this empress who was born in Qinghe was brought to Luoyang, her name was not right after all. Now, although she is a noble concubine, she is not considered the main wife, so she cannot see the pomp and circumstance of the four surnames.

    But this time it was different. Fu Minghua married Yan Zhui as the principal concubine. The Xie family name was to make the bed, but in fact it was to send Fu Minghua's dowry in advance. This was also to display her dowry so that her husband's family would not look down upon her in the future.  .

    Mrs. Zhu talked about some things that should be paid attention to tomorrow, until it was just dawn outside. Looking out from the fine gauze hanging from the bed, the window was still green, but Mother Jiang came in with a basin, followed by Today  The woman who wants to dress Fu Minghua's face.

    After washing, the half-dried hair was pulled up.

    The person who combed her hair was Dou Wenyang's wife, who was the Minister of the Secretariat. She was nearly fifty years old and was born in the Yuwen family. She had a son and a daughter, and all six relatives. She was extremely blessed and gave people a happy and kind feeling when she smiled.

    Fu Minghua listened quietly to her reciting the wedding song. His heart, which was originally a little flustered because of the new marriage, gradually calmed down.

    She put on layers of thick green slant-collar Zhai clothes, with nine flower trees on both sides of her temples. The long skirt stretched several feet in length, and her chest and crystal white skin were vaguely visible.

    "Compared with the previous attire in the boudoir, this princess-level dress shows her somewhat fierce aura under her gentle smile.

    The nanny who put on makeup traced her eyebrows and dotted her lips. She smeared white powder on her face and evened out the rouge on her cheeks, giving her a feeling of light flowing when she looked at people.

    There is a silk flower pinned on each side of the temple, with long tassels hanging from the flower, which sway as she moves. Every time Nanny Jiang looks at it, her eyes feel hot.

    "When I looked at you, I thought, you are only that old, how come time flies so fast? You are going to get married in a blink of an eye?"

    Aunt Jiang tidied Fu Minghua¡¯s clothes.

    ??The imperial concubine¡¯s blue dress, if she were a little thinner, would be overpowering with the grandeur of the dress, but she has well-proportioned bones and flesh, and when she puts it on, it complements the dress perfectly, making her very beautiful.

    Before she finished tidying up, a servant came in in a hurry, saying that the guest had sent a poem urging her to dress up quickly.

    People in the room couldn't help but laugh. Aunt Jiang stretched out her hand to press her bun again lovingly, while still giving her some instructions.

    ??Mr. Bai and others also came in a hurry, handed over the jade gui that had been brought as a betrothal gift by the royal family, and handed it to Fu Minghua. Seeing the way Aunt Jiang was talking to Fu Minghua, she felt a little disgusted and couldn't help but urge:

    "Don't wait any longer. The Marquis is still waiting outside. Don't miss the opportunity."

    After hearing this, Grandma Jiang blinked.

    "That's true, that's true."

    She didn¡¯t dare to speak anymore for fear of crying.  Aunt Jiang usually didn't like Bai, but she catered to Bai at this time, not to please her, but because she was afraid of missing the right time.

    Yan Zhui may have already led Yu Lin and the escort team on the way around the city to welcome the bride.?.

    Unlike ordinary weddings, Marquis Fu, Fu Qixian and others naturally did not dare to make things difficult for Yan Zhui, their grandson and son-in-law. Instead, they left the house early, accompanied by Prince Qi and other clan princes and ministers who wore court uniforms.  He knelt at the door waiting for Yan Zhui to come.

    Although there were many people in the room, it was busy but not chaotic, and everyone was doing their own things in an orderly manner.

    There were a group of ladies and family members in the room chatting with Fu Minghua. It was getting late, and Yan Zhui thought it was almost time to arrive outside.

    When the little maid who delivered the message hurried in, the room started to get busy.

    According to the rules, Yan Zhui and the guards he brought with him had to stay at Fu's house for lunch. After noon, they would carry the bride back to the mansion to pay her respects.

    Yan Zhui only touched his chopsticks slightly for the sake of courtesy. How could he eat at this moment?  I have long wanted to return home, and I wish I could just pick him up and say goodbye.

    However, Mr. Fu and his son kept talking nonsense, singing and chanting, delaying time.

    A rolled blanket was laid out in Fu's house to prevent the bride from stepping on it.

    Yan Zhui looked in the direction of the blanket from time to time, as if he could see Fu Minghua's boudoir in this way.

    Thinking about it, it was a bit regretful. Until now, he still didn¡¯t know where her courtyard was, he only vaguely knew which direction it was in.

    After lunch, Fu Qixian's two and a half eldest sons finally brought Fu Minghua out of the house. A Qibao Incense Cart was prepared in the house. She walked step by step, unhurriedly, but gradually approached him. Finally, it was him.  You can reach out and grab it.

    Yan Zhui, who was waiting by the carriage, began to get excited for some reason. The blood in his body accelerated at this moment, and his heart began to speed up.

    He has always been strategizing, dared to bet and ventured, and had an unruly temperament.

    When the battle in Datun City was a matter of life and death, he was not as nervous as he is now.

    His mouth was dry, his throat rolled involuntarily as he swallowed, and his palms became sweaty.

    Yan Zhui heard the sound of his heartbeat, which was like the sound of hoofs hitting the ground when a horse is running. The sound of 'dong dong dong dong dong' was so loud that he ignored the noisy noise around him.

    He was eager to step forward, but Mr. Fu looked at him as he was about to kill someone, and said bravely: "Your Highness should control the wheel for three weeks"

    Yan Zhui ignored him, he didn't even want to blink, he didn't want to miss the moment when she slowly walked towards him.

    By this time, Fu Minghua had already walked to the door.

    Ignoring the surprised looks from Prince Qi, Lord Fu and others, he stepped forward and grabbed Fu Minghua's hand that Fu Linchuan was holding.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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