The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official

Su Shilang's daughter got married to the Prince of Pingyang County, and received a plaque from the Holy Father. Suddenly, the scene was prosperous and the people were extremely favored. The number of people who came to the house to have wedding banquets soared. Shu Tong was shocked. They dared to give gifts, but he didn't dare. Receive it and quickly ask the owner for instructions.

Su Yanli thought for a moment and said, "We will accept ordinary wedding gifts. We will not accept anything expensive."

"Yes, sir."

Shutong got the backbone and hurriedly went out. In addition to these, he also had to quickly prepare the thirty tables of meals. He was so busy that there was wind on his feet and he wished he could break it into eight pieces for one person.

The most idle one is the bride, and the most sad one is the bride. Seeing the glorious groom and the groom waiting at the door, Su Dalang's back is already bent. Su Ruojin suddenly pulls off the red scarf and rushes towards Cheng Yingzhen and Su Yanli with tears streaming down her face. .

"Father...Mother...my daughter won't get married, so she will stay at home with you for the rest of her life..."

Traveling to the eighteenth year of the Dayin Dynasty, the blood and family ties with the two of them have long been integrated into the flesh and blood, and there is no way I can bear to leave them.

The gentle and elegant Su Yanli couldn't help but burst into tears when he saw his sad daughter, "Ah Jin...my delicate daughter...Daddy can't let you go...Dad can't let you go..."

"Ah Jin... my mother has a sharp heart..."

The family of three held their heads and cried loudly. The emotion of separation instantly infected many people present, causing everyone to turn their heads and wipe their tears quietly. Suddenly it was Mr. He knew, and had worked with Su Erniang for many years, and he couldn't bear to leave her, so he also wiped away his tears.

The wife standing next to him glared at him secretly, as if you didn't shed tears like this when your daughter got married.

Xue Changcheng:…

But why did he feel that Su Erniang was more of a daughter than his own?

Zhong Wanhui didn't understand why she suddenly cried in such a joyous atmosphere. She was so scared that she hugged Shangguanyu's arm tightly, "Ah...Ayu..."

Shangguanyu held back the sourness in his nose and smiled at her, "Ah Hui, these are tears of happiness."

Su Yanzu raised his head, suppressed his sad emotions, and stretched out his hand to comfort, "Brother, sister-in-law, the little prince is still waiting at the door, don't miss the opportunity."

Su and Cheng couldn't help crying, "Ajin..."

"My good daughter..."

Su Yanzu sighed with a smile and said to Su Dalang, "A'an, pull your parents away, don't miss the right moment."

Su Dalang also cried. Hearing his uncle's words, he wiped away his tears and walked to his parents, "Father, mother, Ajin is going to get on the sedan chair soon. If you have anything to say, tell her quickly."

The couple was finally pulled apart by the eldest son. Su Ruojin was crying so hard that she couldn't see clearly. Mao Ya quickly wiped away the tears in her eyes with a handkerchief.

Su Yanli held back his tears and said gently and affectionately, "Ajin, no matter what happens in the future, we will always be your support."

"Dad..." Su Ruojin stepped forward and hugged him. In front of her eyes was the scene of Su Yanli hugging her when she was a child. She had happiness, joy, and family affection. She had the warmth of family that others had, and she also had what others didn't. She grew up being pampered by her parents. Older children are confident and sunny, and are not afraid of wind and rain in their life journey.

"A Jin..." Cheng Yingzhen hugged her daughter, "My good daughter, mother can't bear to let you get married, I can't bear to let you get married..."

"Mom..." Su Ruojin wiped her tears, "I can't let you go either..." After wiping, the two hugged each other and cried again.

Su Sanlang, Su Silang, and Miss Su couldn't bear it anymore, and they all came forward and hugged each other and cried together.

To them, Su Ruojin was more like an eldest sister and a mother. She gave everything her mother had, and their sister also gave them what her mother didn't have. They got double maternal love. When her sister got married, they didn't seem to have any. The backbone.

"Sister...Sister..."

Xi Po and the makeup team urged her over and over again. Su Dalang became cruel and bent down again, forcing Amei to be carried away.

"Dad...Mother..." Su Ruojin turned around and shouted, "Sanlang...Silang...little sister..."

Goodbye, my dear parents, I wish you peace and happiness for the rest of your life!

Goodbye, my brothers and sisters, I can no longer live with you every day, can no longer play happily with you, growing up is a silent farewell, I wish you a happy life and a bright future.

When Su Yanli and his wife heard their daughter's affectionate cry, they couldn't help but run out. They were stopped by Su Yanzu and Mr. Xue, "Ah Jin is running towards a good life." They couldn't really run out.

"Ajin..."

"Ajin..."

The celebratory gongs and drums reflected the joyful crowd, who all rushed to the gate to watch the groom and the bridegroom receive the bride. The lively celebrations flowed away like a tide. Su Yanli and his wife were the only ones left in the courtyard for a while. Their hearts felt as if someone had dug them out, and they were empty.

"Azhen..." Su Yanli hugged Cheng Yingzhen sadly, "From now on, I only have you."

Su Yanzu, who was about to lift his legs towards the gate, frowned when he heard this. In addition to Ajin, you have three sons and a daughter. Your brother is too pretentious.

Many years later, Su Yanzu, who was married to a daughter-in-law, truly realized that whether it was a daughter who married outside the home or a son who stayed by his side, he found that the one who stayed with him the longest in life was the person beside him - his wife.

Giving birth to children is a grand journey of joy when the children arrive. Ten or twenty years later, it is another sad journey that quietly ends.

Some people are sad, and some people are happy.

At the entrance of the palace of the Minister, which was piled with bright red silk, a group of dignified and elegant young men embraced Zhao Lan, who was dressed in a bright red groom's suit. He looked radiant and magnificent.

The loud sound of firecrackers and gongs and drums was not as loud as the beating of his heart at this moment. Zhao Lan's excited hands trembled slightly. The little lady he had been waiting for for more than ten years was finally here.

Ah Jin…A Jin…

Suddenly, the people at the gate moved closer to the side, making way for a wide walkway.

Zhao Lan felt as if his heartbeat had stopped, the noise around him seemed to have disappeared, and his eyes were all looking forward to his bride.

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The young lady was lying on her brother-in-law's body. A ball of red, as bright as brocade and fire, suddenly caught Zhao Lan's eyes.

Here it comes...Her Ah Jin is finally here...

"Ajin..." Zhao Lan rushed over to meet her, but was held back by the best men. They laughed loudly, "Zijin, you are really worried. My brother-in-law hasn't even left the door yet."

Zhao Lan's ears and face turned pink with excitement, but now they laughed, and his usually sophisticated and handsome face instantly turned red, like a shy little lady, making the ladies and daughters-in-law in the crowd scream.

"God, the groom and the groom are too handsome..."

"That's right, it's like a **** descending to earth..."

…

Su Anzhi carried her sister on her back, step by step...and slowly walked towards the door where the gongs and drums were beating loudly.

Every time the uncle takes a step, Zhao Lan's heart beats like a drum: Dong...dong...

All eyes are looking at the two newlyweds, who are so close, so close...

Finally, Su Anzhi carried her sister to Zhao Lan.

Zhao Lan seemed dumbfounded. He looked at the little lady wearing a red hijab and murmured to himself, "Ajin..."

"Zijin, you were so anxious just now, wishing you could just carry the bride home with you, why are you so stupid now?"

I have never seen him look so silly and stupid before. The groomsmen were all making noises. Zhao Lan was finally coaxed awake. He stretched out his long arms and immediately took his wife into his arms, "Ajin, let's go home."

Under the red lid, Su Ruojin pursed her lips and smiled. A familiar person, a familiar smell, nothing to be nervous about.

but-

From then on, life was accompanied by parents, brothers and sisters, and then by husband (husband), and it lasted for fifty long years.

Zhao Lan sent the young lady to the sedan chair and said considerately, "Sit down, she will be there soon. Call me when you are tired."

"good."

Without being able to see the little lady's face, Zhao Lan gently squeezed the little lady's hand. From then on, everything was left to him.

Hold your son's hand, grow old together with him, and spend the rest of your life together.

On the eighth day of October, the youngest son of Prince Jin got married. It became the wedding with the largest dowry and grandest ceremony in the past ten years. On the day of the wedding, Emperor Jingyuan came to the Prince of Jin's Mansion in person and left after drinking the wedding wine.

The fireworks that night were set off all night long, lighting up the night sky across the capital, attracting countless people to watch and discuss, and the event was unprecedented. (End of chapter)