Gong fight?Niang Niang, she dominated the cold palace by farming

Chapter 422 Chapter 422
Song Qingzhai walked steadily, but his heart beat fast.

Xu Ji leaned against his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat, feeling sweet in his heart, remembering Aunt Zhou's instruction, he did not take the round fan away from his face, nor did he get too close to him, so as not to rub the powder on his face. Fall, only asked in a low voice: "Are you nervous?"

Song Qingzhai didn't look sideways, but responded softly, "I'm sweating."

Xu Ji snickered, on such a day, he was wearing several layers of clothes, not to mention him, he was sweating a little.

Soon after arriving at the front hall, and paying homage to the tablet of Qin Zhan and his wife, Song Qingzhai picked up Xu Ji and went out to sit in the sedan chair.

The Song family is also wearing red and hanging colors, and the two families are next to each other. The juniors of the Song family have long been crowded at the door to watch all this, and from time to time they go back to talk to the elders in the family.

But it is not acceptable to directly carry the sedan chair into the Song residence.

With the sound of firecrackers and the sound of festive music, Song Qingzhai got on the tall horse with big red flowers on his head, and the porters also lifted up eight big sedan chairs, and followed Song Qingzhai to walk around the city.

A vase was stuffed into Xu Ji's arms at some point, and he realized that the sedan chair was not that hot. He removed the fan and saw that there was a basin of ice in the corner.

At the end of May, as the sun rose, it was stuffy and hot in the almost airtight sedan chair. If it wasn't for this basin of ice, Xu Ji suspected that he would suffer from heat stroke.

She also had a few snacks in her sleeve pocket, and a small bottle of herbal tea, which was not much to cushion her stomach and moisten her lips.

But Xu Ji was in a period of high spirits, and he didn't feel hungry at all.

The sedan chair wobbled and walked very slowly, and someone in front of Song Qingzhai was carrying a basket, throwing wedding money on the side of the road as he walked.

In this way, after going around Xucheng for a week, at dusk, the sedan chair landed firmly at the gate of Song's house.

Xu Ji heard someone yelling outside: "It's time for the prince to shoot at the sedan chair door!"

There was a "dong" sound from the car door, and Song Qingzhai's eyes lit up after a while, and Song Qingzhai stretched out his bony hands, and said softly, "My lady, follow me."

Xu Ji held the round fan in his right hand, and put his left hand in the palm of Song Qingzhai. Song Qingzhai led her out of the sedan chair, and led her across Anshan, across the brazier, along the road paved with red felt, amidst flowers flying all the way and everyone's praises and blessings. Song house.

Zhuang Kun was also guarding the door in red silk. He is today's master of ceremonies and shouted loudly: "The bride and groom are entering the house!"

The juniors of the Song family rushed over one after another, and shouted with a smile: "Aunt Si's clothes and jewelry are so beautiful!
"Fourth uncle is so handsome today!"

Entering the main hall, Zhuang Kun guided them to complete the worship ceremony, and Xu Ji was sent to the new house, but the road seemed a bit long.From the corner of her eyes, she glanced left and right, and her eyes widened instantly. Isn't this her princess mansion?
I don't know when a door was opened on the wall of the Song Mansion and the princess, and a shortcut was opened. Song Qingzhai sent her into the room that had been completely new.

Song Qingzhai helped her get ready on the wedding bed.

Xi Niang stepped forward and began to sing a festive tent-throwing song, and sprinkled large amounts of Zao'er, peanuts, chestnuts and the like on the bed.

Her hands were accurate enough not to hit anyone, but Song Qingzhai still tried his best to protect Xu Ji.

With a smile on her face, the bridal bride finished the show, served the wine, took the small scissors tied with red silk, cut off a lock of hair for each of the two, tied it into a wishful knot, and put it into the red embroidered and Tilian purse prepared in advance. , presented both hands to Song Qingzhai: "May the prince and the princess have a good relationship for a hundred years!"

Someone nearby said with a smile: "In the future, we should change our name to Wangfei Empress!"

(End of this chapter)