Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 139 The Pit Depth 045 Meters Affair (9)
Unexpectedly, Aunt Lan would follow her.

For a moment, Mo Jiu looked at her with admiration, "Don't worry, I won't leave any reputation behind and let others spoil it."

Aunt Lan: "..."

Although Xiao Dalang is ill, the Xiao family is still very particular about such a big event as getting married.Relatives from four villages and eight miles came, colleagues from the court of the Xiao family, and old friends from the shopping malls all came, dragging their families along, congratulating each other, and hundreds of tables of flowing water banquets were lively and grand.

Mo Jiu's wedding ceremony started in such an atmosphere.As soon as the sun appeared in the sky, the music ceremony of beating gongs and drums began. Along the ubiquitous red "囍" character, the wedding sedan chair decorated with silk flowers walked around the long street outside the Duke's Mansion. Dozens of dowries lined up in two rows caught the eyes of the entire street.

"Which family's girl is lucky, look at her dowry..."

"What kind of luck is there, grandson of Xiao's parents... Is that a blessing? Would your girl be happy to marry him?"

"I'm happy, but the Xiao family is not."

"I heard that this little widow has been married three times, and she finally had a good life."

"Hey! I don't know if Xiao Dalang...will be overcome by her."

"Ke's gone, this happy event is exchanged for a funeral, so the Duke's Mansion has to hold a big banquet again?"

Mo Jiu couldn't even hear the whispers outside, she stumbled drowsily in the sedan chair for a while, and then returned to the gate of Xiao's house.As soon as the sedan door opened, Ruhua took her by the hand. At the door, there were two Xiwas holding dustpans filled with grains, beans, fruits and rice, and scattered them around the sedan chair, not letting them go inside or outside.As soon as the fruit rolled to the ground, some kids laughed and picked it up.Xi Po was overjoyed, spreading grain and saying auspicious words.

sprinkling glory and wealth
Ersa Jinyu Manchitang

Sansa Sanyuan and the first

Four scattered dragons and phoenixes with Chengxiang

Mo Jiu covered her head, but Gu Mi smashed her head and face, and she could see it when it landed at her feet.

Thinking about it, it's funny.Shouldn't marriage be a beautiful little flower girl, sprinkled with rose petals all over the sky, how did it become rice?
After the grain was scattered, her face under the hijab was a little impatient.

After finally being drawn into the wedding hall, there is another troublesome thing - worshiping the hall.

Just this time around, she didn't bother to twist, and was led by the bride, walking around like a marionette, feeling inexplicably excited - archaeologists, there are more meaningful experiences than witnessing ancient weddings ?Therefore, this guy completely regards the wedding as a game, just like going to the Dai family in Yunnan to celebrate the Water-Splashing Festival or going to Lugu Lake to have a walking marriage.

"Take the scarf!"

Ru Hua shouted joyfully, and handed Mo Jiu a red silk cloth belt. In her singing, the bells and drums rang out, but the crowd fell silent.

Mo Jiu pinched the red silk scarf curiously, wondering who was holding the other end of the red silk... Xiao Dalang is sick, who will come to greet him in person?

Holding her like this, shouldn't it be a cock?

In her guess, she paid homage to the ancestors of heaven and earth, and heard Ruhua Po shouting, "Husband and wife bow to each other—"

She was turned around by Xi Niang's shoulders, and the hand that grabbed the red silk was firmly tightened.

It's not that she's nervous, but that she wants to tighten it up a bit, so that the person across from her can stand up, and she can see who it is.

But the man wasn't fooled, he didn't move at all, but let go of the red silk scarf.

Mo Jiu gritted his teeth bitterly. He was very curious, but he didn't dare to take off his head. He just stared at the feet of the man opposite.

Different from her red embroidered shoes embroidered with mandarin ducks, those were a pair of short leather soap boots, the toe of the boots were inlaid with gold thread, they were clearly black, and the corner of her robe that she could see was not the scarlet wedding dress, it was still black. Only a piece of red silk scarf hanging from his arm... not wearing a wedding dress, proved that he was not Xiao Dalang, but only saluted for him.

While the husband and wife were bowing and saluting to each other, she "wouldn't be able to stand still" while holding the red silk, and bumped her head.

The man supported her with one hand, and with the wind blowing his sleeves, she smelled the fragrance of mint.

"Xiao Liulang?" She murmured, "Aren't you sick?"

The wedding hall was full of voices, except for Xiao Qian, no one heard her voice.

But he didn't speak, and slowly let go of her hand, keeping a distance from her.

"Send it to the bridal chamber!" Ruhua Po became more and more excited, and her voice became more and more shrill.

Mo Jiuyou led Xiao Qian to lead the red silk scarf, and led her away, but he was thinking in his heart, Xiao Dalang couldn't even do a big gift, and the bridal chamber was definitely out of the question... Then Xiao Liulang would not help his elder brother save his life. The major issues are also resolved together, right?Marry a wife and have a baby?

Thinking of it this way, she felt amused, and laughed with a "puchi".

Xiao Qian's back was stiff, he paused, and she bumped into his back without noticing.

There was a "boom", and the people who watched the excitement only thought it was fun, and they all laughed.

Mo Jiu supported his broad back, took a step back slowly, but heard him say: "Sister-in-law, step carefully."

The sound of "sister-in-law" was cold and distant, as if it came from outside the sky, and it was incompatible with the lively atmosphere of the scene.Mo Jiu pursed his lips, thinking that his expression at this moment must not be like attending a wedding, but as if he was attending a funeral... But she couldn't figure it out, according to Xiao Liulang's status in the Xiao Mansion, if he didn't voluntarily, who would And can you force him to perform the gift?
She snorted, moved closer, and asked in a low voice, "Mensao! Could it be that you have a crush on me?"

Before Xiao Qian could answer, someone behind her shouted loudly: "Slow down!"

It was a boy's voice, with a hint of childishness and hoarseness of a boy who just changed his voice, "Xiao Dalang is getting married now, so my sister died in vain?"

(End of this chapter)