My host is lazy again

Chapter 444 This little fairy is too soft and cute 74
He didn't know where this anxiety came from.

I always feel that my heart can never be stable.

Everything was arranged properly, every detail, and he checked everything without omission, and when he was sure that there would be no problems with this marriage, he was a little relieved.

The servants could see how nervous he was, so they didn't dare to slack off.

In the blink of an eye, it was the wedding day.

In the Ping Lefang, red ribbons are hung on the inside and outside of the door.

Early in the morning, maids carrying wedding gowns and jewelry filed into the bride's room.

The bed was covered with light gauze.

The two maids in charge of grooming and washing opened the curtain, intending to wake up the young lady who was still sleeping.

They approached the bed and shouted with a smile: "Miss, it's time to get up, today is your wedding day, you need to dress up properly."

"Miss?"

Hearing their voices faintly and indistinctly, Luo Jian moved slightly, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

The maids called a few more times before she managed to open her eyes.

It was a blur to her eyes, and she could only see clearly after lying on the bed for a while.

She slowly got up and sat up, and then heard the servant girl's low cry.She sat on the bed and looked up blankly, her eyes were filled with a faint mist, her cheeks and lips were pale and scary, and they were so weak that they would break if touched.

They came over and gathered around the bed, "Miss, your complexion...why is it so bad? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Miss, are you sick?"

Someone reached out and probed her forehead, but found that the temperature was normal.

The girl shook her head lightly, her voice was a little hoarse, "Help me, go wash up."

After washing up, she put on the wedding dress sewn by Song Xuan herself.

The wedding dress was as bright red as fire, which made her skin fairer.

Sitting down in front of the dressing table, the maids came forward to do her makeup and comb her hair. Looking at her pale face in the bronze mirror, she picked out a box of the most colorful rouge for herself.

With red makeup, it looks very festive.

Swallowing the smell of blood in her throat, she sat quietly, her fingers in her sleeves trembling slightly.

When Song Xuan came over, she saw the beautifully dressed bride sitting in front of the vanity mirror.

"mother."

Seeing that she wanted to turn around, she stopped her softly, "Don't move."

Taking the comb from the servant girl, Song Xuan stood behind her and combed her hair. While combing, she looked down at her daughter's appearance in the mirror. Slowly, her eyes turned red.

On the big day, you should be happy.

Holding back her tears, she had a look of relief on her face: "I didn't expect you to get married in the blink of an eye. When you were just born, you were so small. Small, very obedient, neither crying nor making trouble , let mother worry a lot..."

She couldn't hold back, and babbled a lot.

The little girl listened carefully, but also very quietly.

Song Xuan thought she was nervous because she was about to get married.

Putting the last gold hairpin into her hair, she tilted her head and secretly wiped away her tears, then put her hands on her shoulders and leaned close to her side face.Looking at the mother and daughter who looked somewhat similar in the mirror, her eyes were very gentle: "Look, which bride is this? She looks so pretty."

Luo Jian also laughed.

The beautiful red lips moved slightly, and she said softly: "Mother, thank you."

"You child, what can I thank you for?" Song Xuan shook her head helplessly and chuckled, "Okay, it's almost time, the bride is going to cover her head."

As she said that, she straightened up and looked for her hijab, "Xiao Tao, where is Miss's hijab?"

The busy maid raised her head upon hearing the words: "I just put Miss' hijab here... Hey, why is it missing?"

"Did you remember wrongly?"

"Look for it quickly."

For a while, there was some confusion in the room.

Holding the red hijab she just found, Song Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked back, "Yao'er, find..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Not far away, the girl supported the dressing table with both hands, her slender body was on the verge of falling, blood was slowly overflowing from the corners of her red lips, dripping onto the back of her hand, and then shattered onto her sleeves, slowly hiding in the red wedding dress. clothes.The picture is poignant and heart-shattering.

Seeing this, Song Xuan's hands trembled, and her mind went blank.

After she reacted, she hurried towards her, "Yao'er!"

……

The wedding sedan chair departs from Huai'an Palace.

The gongs and drums sound, and the makeup is red for ten miles.

This is the most lively event in Beijing.

The people gathered on both sides of the street, smiling and waiting for the procession to pass by, saying congratulatory words.

The maidservants of the palace held flower baskets and broken silver, and scattered them as they walked, so a large team of people picking up silver was followed behind the welcoming team.

"My God, so much money, I sent it away... Oh, don't grab it."

"This ostentation is really satisfying. It seems that Huai'an Shizi really likes Miss Song."

"Have you seen it? That is Huai'an Shizi, isn't he very handsome?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's not at all like the mediocre appearance they say. I think this demeanor can be compared with the first son of Beijing."

On the street, many women gathered together to look at the man in red in front of the welcoming team, their cheeks were slightly red, and at the same time they were very envious of today's bride.

Nan Yi, who is known as the first son of Beijing, stood quietly on the side of the street, watching the festive and bustling wedding procession pass by.

Princess Nancheng stood by and accompanied him.

After these days of observation, she still doesn't know anything.

She didn't expect her brother to like Miss Song!

This boring gourd, he likes it but didn't say it earlier, if she said it earlier, she can help him now!

When it comes to chasing girls, you have to take the initiative, and you have to be ashamed. What kind of etiquette and reserve do you care about.Let you be reserved, this is all right, the girl is about to get married, and you have to watch helplessly.

Nan Cheng clicked his tongue.

Looking at some distraught people beside her, she sighed, "Brother, don't look, they're all gone."

Nan Yi lowered his eyes and hummed.

At this moment, the warm and jade-like young master Pianpian is like a frost-beaten eggplant, a little hesitant.

Nan Cheng patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "Don't be too sad, Miss Song is good, but there are so many good women in the world, don't keep guarding a single flower, I wish you meet my future sister-in-law as soon as possible .”

As he spoke, he blinked at him strangely.

Hearing her words, he smiled helplessly.

He raised his hand and flicked her forehead, "You girl, you are not big or small..."

After being made such a fuss by her, his mood also improved a lot.

Prince Nan Yi flicked his sleeves and said softly, "It's getting late, let's go."

He turned to leave, but accidentally bumped into a veiled girl standing behind.The girl screamed and fell to the side, and he quickly reached out to support her, and in desperation, put his hand on her waist.

Seeing this scene that often appeared in story books, Nan Cheng raised his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)