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Her eyes were filled with red. Jiang Wan lay on Xu Aluan's back and heard the sound of suona after another.

Probably because she had never grown up with her parents, Jiang Wan was completely unable to understand the normal feeling of a bride crying when she leaves home.

She didn't cry after all.

Instead, Xu Aluan allowed her to be placed on the wedding sedan.

She keenly heard the sound of the dowry being carried, and as the matchmaker said, the wedding sedan was lifted up.

Poria and Muxiang followed Jiang Wan's sedan, and Muxiang whispered:

"Master, if you are hungry, tell me."

"It's okay."

Jiang Wan knew in her heart that Qiuniang might have ordered someone to carry the dowry, so she had to count it carefully.

Song Jiuyuan was riding a big horse at the front, and the flowing dowry contained betrothal gifts that Song Jiuyuan sent one after another.

There is also the dowry purchased by Jiang Wan with the money she earned.

It can be said to be ten miles of red makeup.

The Wang Mansion is not far from the Jiang Mansion. The dowry on this end is in the palace, while the dowry on the other end of the Jiang Mansion is still placed in the courtyard.

Song Jiuyuan was very happy today. He rode a big horse and took Jiang Wan around the entire Jiuzhou city.

The voices of the common people could still be heard in Jiang Wan's ears.

"Oh my god, the prince's palace is really rich. If there were no restrictions, the prince's betrothal gift to the princess would probably be even more."

"You don't know this, but my aunt's uncle is pouring swill in the princess's house.

It is said that the princess earns a lot of money herself, no less than the prince. "

"That's true. If the princess didn't have the confidence, she wouldn't have forcefully reconciled with the prince back then.

No, the prince is marrying someone back again, which is really enviable to others. "

"..."

Various words came to Jiang Wan's ears. She was not angry, but took out the steamed steamed dumplings from the space.

After struggling for so long, she was indeed a little hungry.

Poria and Muxiang smelled the smell of xiaolongbao outside, but they only thought it was people from the restaurant eating.

He didn't notice that Jiang Wan was feasting in the wedding sedan.

After drinking another glass of warm milk, Jiang Wan slowly rinsed her mouth and then continued to sit upright.

Fucheng is very big, and it took more than an hour to walk around this circle.

Even the people carrying the sedan changed twice midway. When Jiang Wan yawned repeatedly, the wedding sedan finally landed in the main courtyard of the palace.

At this time, many guests had come to the courtyard, and the officials of the city all brought their wives to attend the wedding banquet.

Governor Zuo was also there. He gave Zuo Tingting a gentle push and said, "Is the princess' apprentice here?"

"coming."

Zuo Tingting was unhappy, her eyes fell on Gan Ze who was smiling like a flower.

I don't know if it was because his master was getting married today, but he kept grinning.

Governor Zuo followed Zuo Tingting's line of sight and saw Gan Ze's figure. He couldn't help but nod secretly.

"She looks pretty good, Tingting has good taste."

"I have a fiancée."

Mrs. Zuo was a little angry. The master only focused on building relationships and didn't seem to care much about his daughter's happiness.

"You can cancel the engagement once you are engaged. As long as you like it, dad will try his best to fight for you."

Governor Zuo looked at Zuo Tingting tenderly, feeling her father's love for the first time. Zuo Tingting was stunned at first.

Then he refused: "Dad, no need, I will bless him."

It's not a deep feeling, she just likes him very much and she will slowly let go.

"How can you say let go so easily?"

Governor Zuo glared at his daughter angrily, clearly aware that someone was looking at him, and quickly retracted his anger.

Gan Ze, who was not far away, glanced at them lightly and continued to carry Jiang Wan's dowry.

Arriving at the palace, the matchmaker shouted loudly, "The groom is kicking the sedan!"

This custom is intended to set rules for the bride. After marriage, a woman should regard her husband as her heaven.

Then Xiniang led her off the sedan chair.

"This link is unnecessary."

Song Jiuyuan did not kick the sedan chair. In his home, Wanwan was the rule.

He opened the sedan door and stretched out his wheat-colored hand, "Wanwan, marry me."

The bright white hand stretched out from the sedan chair and landed on Song Jiuyuan's big wheat-colored hand. The color contrast was strong.

Jiang Wan's heart was beating crazily, and she felt warm because of the man's thoughtfulness. At least she felt that she was not wrong to marry her at this moment.

"The prince respects the princess, I am very happy."

The matchmaker awkwardly reconciled the situation and hurriedly brought the wedding silk to the table, "Please also ask the prince to hold the princess across the brazier."

She winked at Xi Niang, but Mu Xiang helped Jiang Wan up before Xi Niang.

She couldn't see Song Jiuyuan, so she walked side by side with him to the main hall based on her feeling.

Crossing the brazier, they walked all the way to the center of the hall, "Wanwan, the auspicious time has not come yet, you go and touch up your makeup first."

Mrs. Song's gentle voice rang in her ears, and Jiang Wan followed obediently to the side hall next to the hall.

Song Jiuyuan was entertaining guests in front, and she could vaguely hear the noise outside.

It was already afternoon. Jiang Wan wanted to lift her hijab, but Qiu Niang held her down.

"Princess, the prince has to lift the hijab."

"But I still have to wait here for more than an hour."

Jiang Wan was unable to complain. No wonder the ancient brides were so hungry when they got married. After all this trouble, she became hungry again.

"Sister-in-law, my brother asked me to prepare food for you."

Song Jiuli's lively voice sounded, and soon there was a tray in front of Jiang Wan.

There were four or five dishes of various kinds on the tray, all of which she loved to eat.

Qiuniang said happily: "Princess, the prince is so kind to you."

"He's thoughtful."

Jiang Wan snorted softly and lowered her head to eat. Song Jiuli was chirping on her side.

"Sister-in-law, are you tired of getting married? Are you nervous?"

"My eldest brother told me last night that I must give you food, otherwise I won't be allowed to marry Sheng Yi."

"..."

Jiang Wan let her talk. Knowing that she was full, she wiped her lips helplessly and rinsed her mouth.

"Silly girl, you will find out when you get married."

She took out a small mirror and put on her lipstick. Getting married was indeed a tiring job.

But it seems pretty good to be able to marry the one you love.

Afraid that she would be bored, Song Jiuyuan also prepared an opera singer in the room, babbling for Jiang Wan to listen.

Jiang Wan: ...

It didn’t seem that boring anymore while waiting. I listened to the babbling for an hour.

Jiang Wan figured it was almost time, so she took out a small mirror and touched up her makeup.

As expected, after a while, Song Yi came over and said: "Princess, the prince will come to pick you up soon."

"it is good."

Jiang Wan placed her hands nervously on her legs. She folded her hands, her legs were shaking slightly, and her palms were slightly covered with sweat.

After a while, steady footsteps sounded, and Song Jiuyuan strode into the room.

He first dismissed everyone, and then said softly: "Wanwan, someone from Kyoto has come to attend our wedding."

This tone was very complicated, and he even blocked others. Jiang Wan had an intuition that this person's identity was not simple.

Suddenly, a bold guess came to her mind, and she whispered:

"But that..."