Farmhouse with a little field

Chapter 573 Prelude to Marriage
"Although this dress is not as good-looking as the flowers you drew, it shouldn't be too bad. You probably won't have the chance to wear this dress tomorrow, but it will be suitable after you get married." Yulan brought up a tray with A set of red clothes.

Han Duyue opened it and looked at it carefully, and suddenly her eyes widened: "Princess, the flower pattern on this suit, could it be that you drew it yourself?"

"Does Xiaoyue like it?" Princess Yuping didn't answer directly, but these words have already given the answer.

Han Duyue nodded again and again: "I like it, this set of clothes is so beautiful, of course I like it, but why didn't you take it out before?"

It has been several days since Princess Yuping came to Han's house, and she has never mentioned this gift before.

"I was thinking of giving you the gift again tonight, but I saw that they took out the gift now, so I didn't wait any longer." Princess Yuping laughed.

Han Duyue received three gifts at once, not to mention how happy he was, the smile on his face could not be stopped: "Thank you, I like your gifts very much."

Because the Han family had limited guest rooms, Yang Shuyuan went back to town directly in the evening, and Zhao Yuxin lived with Han Duyue.

Before that, Han Duyue naturally told the fact that Xiaonian had lived in this room. To this, Zhao Yuxin responded: "Didn't he, Xiaoyue, have moved out? Besides, this matter Only your family members know, as long as you don’t tell it, it’s fine?”

So Zhao Yuxin's residence was decided in this way. That night, Han Qingmei wanted to talk to her daughter again, but because of Zhao Yuxin's appearance, she had to change her plan. She only said a few words to Han Duyue before going back to her room .

In the dead of night, Han Duyue and Zhao Yuxin lay side by side on the bed and whispered.

"Xiaoyue, do you feel nervous now?" Zhao Yuxin approached mysteriously and asked.

Han Duyue actually likes getting along with Zhao Yuxin very much, because she is very direct, and she doesn't need to be careful when communicating with her.

"It seems a little nervous." Han Duyue replied with a smile.

Zhao Yuxin rolled her eyes in the dark: "From your tone, it's obviously very relaxed, why are you nervous? You must be trying to play me off."

"I'm really nervous, but in front of you, I feel very relaxed. The two are not contradictory." Han Duyue tilted her head, her voice deliberately soft, "I think I may not be able to sleep tonight, so I'm not going to let you sleep either."

Zhao Yuxin couldn't help laughing, and pushed Han Duyue by the way: "To be honest, I'm actually curious about what it's like to be married. I don't know when I can wait until this day."

"You'll know soon, and I'll stay up late with you and ask if you're nervous." As they spoke, their heads were almost touching each other.

Although they might not be able to fall asleep while talking, the two of them felt drowsy after chatting for too long, and finally Zhao Yuxin fell asleep while talking.

Han Duyue helped Zhao Yuxin tuck the quilt carefully, and then fell asleep, so when Han Qingmei couldn't help but come over to take a look in the middle of the night, she saw such a warm and peaceful scene.

Han Qingmei did what Han Duyue did for Zhao Yuxin before, tucked the quilt for her, and then went back to the house.

The next day it was still pitch black outside, and Han Duyue was pulled out of the bed.

The second day of February was the big day for Han Duyue and Song Ning to get married. It wasn't until he was pushed in front of the dressing table and started tossing that Han Duyue fully woke up and figured out his current situation.

Sitting next to Han Duyue, Zhao Yuxin yawned again and again, obviously not waking up, and couldn't help muttering: "Xiaoyue, it turns out that getting married is so hard, and I have to wake up so early."

"This is not the hardest part, you will know later, hiss..." Han Duyue is combing her hair at the moment. She has heard that combing her hair will be painful when she gets married, but she really didn't expect it to be so rough, " Aunt Liu, haven't you started combing your hair yet? Can you be a little lighter?"

"Okay, okay, I didn't try too hard." Han Duyue got married, and the person who came to comb her hair was Liu Fangshi.

Simply put his hair up first, and Liu Fang brought over a bowl of water and a thin thread. Seeing this, Han Duyue was a little at a loss: "Ms. Liu, what are you doing here with a bowl of water? Not now Are you going to start putting on makeup?"

"Before putting on makeup, you have to shave off the hairs on your face. It may hurt a little, so bear with it." Liu Fang's hands dipped in water with a thin thread.

Han Duyue was so frightened that she quickly stopped Liu Fangshi: "Aunt Liu, let's forget about this kind of thing?"

What she just said about being married and suffering was really just a casual talk, and it definitely didn't include such things as shaving her face. She only knew about shaving her armpit hair, but she had never heard of shaving her face.

"How can this be done? Although we don't have such particularities in the countryside, you are going to marry a wealthy family. I have specifically inquired about it. There are such rules when marrying from a wealthy family." Liu Fang was very happy when she put on makeup and combed her hair, and she had done a lot of homework before.

But Han Duyue was not happy at all. Although she could accept wearing heavy makeup, wearing cumbersome clothes, and wearing a neck-breaking headgear when getting married, she absolutely I can't accept that even the hair on my face has to be shaved.

Han Duyue looked at Liu Fangshi seriously, and said righteously: "Aunt Liu, although I want to marry in Fucheng, I am still a rural person after all, so the rules of marriage should follow the rural rules. Besides, although I will leave today, it will take at least three or four days to reach Fucheng, even if I shave off the hair on my face now, it will probably grow back by then, don't you think?"

"There seems to be some truth in saying this, so why don't you scrape it when you're almost in Fucheng." Liu Fang didn't quite agree with Han Duyue's first half of the sentence, but fortunately, Han Duyue's second half of the sentence convinced him her.

Han Duyue breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes, and discussed aggressively: "Then when I can comb my hair, can I not comb it so tightly? Can I not put too much makeup on my face? Can the ornaments not be too heavy?"

Although she can accept some things, it is best to avoid them.

"No!" For these requests, Liu Fang refused without thinking, "Xiaoyue, you haven't seen how many people are gathered outside your yard. On such a big day, if you don't dress up properly, Don't you want them to see a joke?"

Thinking about it, now the Han family can be said to be one of the best in the entire Qingyuan Village, and Han Duyue is going to marry into Fucheng, so there must be a lot of people coming to join in the fun today.

"Okay then." Compared with Han Duyue, he could only compromise, but when he thought that he would spend at least three days wearing such heavy makeup, he felt a little depressed.

On the way to Fucheng this time, because I can't take off the wedding dress, I'm afraid I can't get off the carriage casually, let alone find an inn to rest and take a bath.

But it's rare to get married once in life, so it's better for her to abide by the rules here, anyway, it's only three or four days, and it will pass soon.

After Han Duyue was tossed about changing clothes, putting on makeup, and combing her hair, it was already several hours later. Han Duyue felt that her whole body was stiff, especially her neck, which was about to be crushed.

Princess Yuping, Zhao Yuxin, and Yang Shuyuan have been by Han Duyue's side all the time, talking to her is not so boring.

When the make-up was finished, Han Qingmei also came in, knowing that the couple wanted to talk about themselves before Han Duyue got married, so Princess Yuping and the three left very tactfully, and Liu Fang explained a few more things. Sentence, also left.

Han Qingmei sat in front of Han Duyue, looking at the well-dressed daughter, she just opened her mouth, tears could not help but fall down.

Han Duyue also suddenly felt very sad, and reached out to wipe Han Qingmei's tears: "Mother, today is my daughter's big day, why are you still crying?"

"Mother is so happy, mother is happy for you." Han Qingmei said with a sob.

Han Duyue also began to have red eyes, and her throat tightened: "Mother, even if I get married, I am still from the Han family, and this is still my home. This is a fact that will never change in my life."

"Mother knows, you can come back whenever you want. Mother is waiting for you at home." Han Qingmei's tears flowed out uncontrollably, and she couldn't control it no matter what.

Han Duyue's eyes were sore, and she was afraid that the bridal makeup that had been put on on her face would be ruined by crying, so she could only suppress her emotions with all her might, her throat hurt a little: "Mom, stop crying, or I should cry too gone."

"Mother also knows that I shouldn't cry, but mother just..." Han Qingmei kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief and sniffing her nose, but the tears still kept flowing out.

Han Duyue stretched out her arms and hugged Han Qingmei. Although getting married is indeed a happy event, it's normal for the married party, especially the mother who is about to marry off her daughter, to feel sad.

"Mother, I know that you love me and Xiaonian the most, and I know that you must miss me, but think about it," Han Duyue hugged Han Qingmei, and said very slowly because she couldn't control her tears. , "Life is like this, separation and reunion, there are always joys and sorrows, but we should firmly believe that all the separation is for a better reunion."

"Mother, the parting is only for a better reunion, so why are you so sad?" Han Duyue patted Han Qingmei's back softly, comforting her softly, waiting for the salty taste to appear in her mouth, she realized that I still couldn't control myself and shed tears.

Han Qingmei cried for a long time before she managed to control her emotions, and said apologetically, "Mother understands, but mother just couldn't control it for a while, this is your day of great joy, mother really shouldn't..."

"There's nothing wrong with this, we are the closest family members," Han Duyue hugged Han Qingmei again, and said with a smile, "Mom, look, the makeup on my face is a bit messy, can you help me?" Do you want to touch up your makeup?"

(End of this chapter)