Chapter 15: marriage

Chapter 15: marriage

On the sixth day of the seventh lunar month, it is auspicious and suitable for marriage.

Before the fifth watch, Lin Qingxu, who was still wandering in a deep dream, was taken out of the warm quilt by Fang Xiu.

"Auntie, what time is it? It's too early." She closed her eyes and scratched her hair, ignoring the movement of putting a coat on her, her mind seemed to contain a mass of pulp that could not be stirred. paste. She was still dizzy, when she heard a chuckle beside her, her shoulders had been pressed in front of the dressing table.

Someone covered her face with a wet hot towel and said with a smile, "Good girl, it's getting late, and if you're late, you won't be able to catch the sedan chair!"

Lin Qingxu was soothed by the heat, barely holding up his eyelids, and through the dim yellow bronze mirror in front of him, he could see that there were already four or five women standing in the small room. They are all familiar faces in the village, smiling.

Fang Xiu was behind her, combing her long black hair with a rhino horn comb, and when she saw her looking back, she glared at her in the mirror.

Lin Qingxu shrank his neck reflexively, and immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter again.

Open your face, put on makeup, tie your hair, and then put on your wedding dress.

Lin Qingxu let them play with them like a puppet, and finally came to an end before almost falling asleep again.

Feeling that the movement around her gradually weakened, her mind slowly calmed down, and then she heard a soft call from the embroidered side of her ear, and the voice seemed to be far away: "Okay, Axu, open your eyes and take a look."

Lin Qingxu's thoughts were as if being pulled back from the dangling sky, and suddenly came to fruition. She took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes.

The person in the mirror was staring at her blankly.

Her face was like a hibiscus, her eyebrows were like willows, thousands of blue silk was tied up, and the phoenix crown full of pearls did not hide her appearance at all. The moment she opened her eyes, the brilliance around her gathered in an instant.

Lin Qingxu heard Qi Qi gasping in surprise, followed by an everlasting praise.

She clenched her hand tightly around the gold cuff, her cheeks were slightly warm, but she couldn't help but pursed her red lips and smiled.

At the same time, there was a sense of calmness in her heart.

The sun came out soon, the firecrackers outside were crackling, and the noisy lively sound came in.

Guided by Fang Xiu, she walked out step by step, her heart was lifted to the highest point, as if she was about to jump out, and vaguely, there was a little bit of longing and anticipation.

The sound of firecrackers sounded again, and the welcoming team marched out of the Lin family like a long dragon.

In the sedan chair, Lin Qingxu took out a small piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake that was secretly hidden by Fang Xiu at the cuff, and secretly took a bite with the sound of the silk and bamboo suona outside the sedan chair.

The fragrant sweet scent of osmanthus overflowed her lips and teeth. She didn't dare to lick her lips, she wiped the cake residue from the corners of her mouth with her fingertips, and ate one bite after another, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

She quickly dried a few pieces of pastry, and the feeling of hunger in her heart was finally relieved. Thinking of A-Niang's tearful appearance before leaving, Lin Qingxu's mood dropped again.

Awan left, she got married again, and Fang Xiu was the only person left in the empty home. Father Lin had been gone for six or seven years. Although there was no objection to remarriage in this era, she saw Fang Xiu's temperament and had no intention of remarrying.

If possible, she still hopes that someone can accompany her mother.

The sedan chair went smoothly, and all the way, he quickly entered the Su family's mansion.

Lin Qingxu slept late the night before, tossing and turning, thinking about a lot of things, and she fell asleep in a daze before the sedan chair walked for a while.

Noticing that the sedan chair was swayed gently by the impact, and three "knocks" sounded intermittently, she suddenly woke up and turned around.

Then, the red tent of the sedan chair was lifted, and a pair of big, articulated hands stretched in.

…

After the worship, Lin Qingxu entered the bridal room with the help of Xi Niang. As soon as he sat down by the bed, he heard a roar of roaring outside, and the sound was getting closer.

Even though he knew that he was going to go through the process, Lin Qingxu squeezed his palm nervously.

"Brother, let's go to the ceremony quickly! Let's see what the future sister-in-law looks like!" Su Rong's iconic drake voice sounded, and everyone pushed him and quickly pushed Su Yan to the side of the bed and sat down.

Pressing the lapel, throwing the tent, the happy song of Xi Niang lingered in the whole wedding room, and countless peanuts, chestnuts, red dates were sprinkled from the top of the two people's heads, and they rolled onto the inner bed.

Su Yan looked at Lin Qingxu, who was sitting beside him with a red hijab on his head. He was small, and the little hand hidden in his sleeve held a small drum bag. He was very restrained. A few peanuts and red dates fell on top of her head.

After the shot, he knew that he was reckless.

"Oh, my son-in-law, it's a good thing to throw the tent!" Xi Niang laughed, seeing Su Yan pulling her hand away, she grabbed the rest of the happy fruit, and threw a few more hands at the top of the two of them.

Lifting the hood, drinking the wine together, the person who made the kiss didn't do too much, only after a few rounds of lip-synching, Su Yan kindly invited him out.

At this time, Su Yan, as the groom, was going out to drink.

Lin Qingxu was still sitting beside the bed with his red cuffs twisted. Seeing the person who was making a kiss go out, he just let out a sigh of relief, but watched Su Yan turn back halfway.

He looked at her, his eyes were deep, but he seemed to be entangled in unspeakable feelings. Lin Qingxu's heart tightened, and he lowered his eyes unnaturally, and listened to him: "I'll go to meet the guests first. Some clothes, some food, if it’s too late outside, just rest first, don’t wait for me.”

Seeing Lin Qingxu's dumb response, Su Yan chuckled lightly, and gave a few words to the maidservant beside her before going out.

Lin Qingxu took off the phoenix crown on her body under the service of the little maid, washed off the powder on her face and took a quick bath. She changed into a loose primrose-colored blouse, and then sat in front of the dressing table in the house. The little maid wiped her hair.

"What's your name?" Lin Qingxu twitched a begonia flower and a red hairpin in a small wooden makeup box with a red-brown lock with his fingertips, touched the gorgeous begonia petals, and asked the little maid behind him.

The little maid is a little smaller than her, she looks thirteen or fourteen, she looks beautiful and well-behaved, her hands and feet are very quick, and she looks smart.

Seeing Lin Qingxu's actions, she smiled, revealing a small tiger tooth on the right side, adding a bit of cuteness: "My servant Huo Fangyin is a family child, and the grandma the lady just saw is the servant's aunt. Everything that Madam has seen on the dressing table has been purchased by the eldest young master for you!" Sun Momo was one of the people who came with Xi Niang, and she had introduced it to her before.

When Lin Qingxu heard the words, he was slightly taken aback.

The dressing table in front of her was much more gorgeous than the small dressing table she used to share with Qing Wan. The thick mahogany has a faint woody fragrance, and many small wooden frames and built-in boxes are combined to create a lot of value. The mirror in the middle is smooth and bright, and although the color is not as good as that of modern glass mirrors, the silhouette of the person is much clearer than that of the yellow mirror.

There were three exquisite makeup boxes on the dressing table, containing Zhu Chai, bracelets, and earrings. In addition to the three small boxes, there are also various types of balms and balms on the shelf on the desktop.

I'm afraid this series alone will cost a lot of money, and Su Yan personally buys it...

"The eldest son planned these things before the madam entered the door. Our servant girls watched, but we were envious!" Fang Yin's mouth was as if smeared with honey, her voice was clear and sweet, and Lin Qingxu followed with a smile.

After drying her hair, Mammy came over from the outside. Most of the dishes at the banquet were meat-flavored. Lin Qingxu only ate a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake that her mother secretly stuffed her for the whole day. She was really hungry, and she didn't feel greasy.

After finishing the meal, Lin Qingxu simply rinsed his mouth, but Su Yan hadn't come back.

Lin Qingxu was not used to being with so many strangers, she thought about it, and with her current status, she rejected everyone.

Fangyin's voice was clear: "The slaves will stay outside. If Madam needs anything, you can call the slaves."

Lin Qingxu nodded, smiled at her, and saw the little girl go out briskly.

There was no one in the room, it was empty and unfamiliar, she thought for a while, but she took off her coat and climbed onto the bed first.

The bed was big enough for three or four of her to roll around.

The bright red quilt was embroidered with wealth and auspiciousness. Lin Qingxu was lying on the bed, covering his mouth and yawning, forcing his eyelids to think about things.

Although Su Yan didn't need to wait for her, today is different from the past. She really fell asleep, what did she look like?

Lin Qingxu yawned again, and comfortably pressed her chin on the silk quilt. If it wasn't for the fact that what she saw was completely unfamiliar, she could hardly believe that she married Su Yan like this?

Maybe everything is a dream? She thought to herself amused.

Maybe when she opened her eyes again, she would find herself still lying on the wooden bed with Qing Wan, and when she opened the door, she could hear the sarcasm that she thought she was up late.

Or, when she opens her eyes, she is greeted by whitewashed walls and incandescent lights overhead.

Lin Qingwan, Fang Xiu, the Su family, Su Yan, and even Li Yuan are all just a dream like a mirror image...

"Wow"

There was a faint sound of water in the cubicle, and a certain string in Lin Qingxu's mind was disconnected instantly, her mind sank, and she suddenly woke up.

Opening her eyes hastily, she didn't see anyone else in the room. The two red candles placed on the nearest table had been burned by a quarter, and the wax oil had solidified on the candlestick, converging into several rugged marks.

When did she fall asleep?

While thinking, Lin Qingxu secretly scolded himself that his willpower was too weak. Even though he wanted to wait for Su Yan to come back, he was able to fall asleep.

At this moment, the sound of the water in the compartment gradually subsided, Lin Qingxu was startled, and looked at the red bed net above his head in horror, his heartbeat became more and more powerful.

She took a deep breath and decided to keep her eyes closed.

Su Yan's footsteps were indistinguishable, as if deliberately light, but the hot and humid water vapor and the faint fragrance made her unable to ignore his approach.

Lin Qingxu closed his eyes and his expression remained the same, but he couldn't control the bursts of fever on his face.

She thought comfortably to herself that there were bright reds all around, so he shouldn't be able to see this little condition of her.

However, when her body was picked up from under her by a pair of powerful arms, and her shallow breath was sprayed on her side neck, Lin Qingxu's heart shrank uncontrollably and her eyes widened.

She stared blankly at the man who was close at hand.

"Qing'er woke up?"

Su Yan's voice contained a smile, and there was no way to tell whether it was sarcasm or gentleness in his tone. Because of the wine, Lin Qingxu could smell the aroma of the wine on his body, but it was not strong. His eyes were clear and clear, without the slightest confusion.

Lin Qingxu nodded sullenly, but Su Yan didn't let go of her strength, and held her to the back of the bed before letting go.

Seeing the dazed look in her eyes, Su Yan stretched out her hand and lightly brushed her hair in front of her forehead, with a low and soft voice: "Qing'er will go to bed later, I will get up early in the morning, so as not to disturb you."

Lin Qingxu's mind was a little dazed, and he made a dull "uh" sound.

Su Yan hooked his lips again, said a word to her, got up and placed the two candlesticks at the window. As soon as the flames were far away, the surrounding scene seemed to be separated from each other. Under the red curtain, everything was blurred.

Lin Qingxu closed his eyes and lay down peacefully.

One side of the quilt was easily lifted by a force, and she was so nervous that her breathing became tight, and she felt the position beside her collapse. With the rustling sound of the bed net being lowered, a warm body lay down beside her at a distance.

Lin Qingxu clenched his hands under the quilt, his whole body tense, so nervous that he deliberately slowed down his breathing.

Su Yan seemed to have sensed her emotions, and in the dark night, he heard him chuckle again.

Lin Qingxu took a breath and felt that he patted him soothingly across the quilt. The tone was lower than before, mixed with a little night's tiredness.

"It's been a busy day today, go to bed early."

Lin Qingxu didn't answer, just waited for a while with wide eyes.

Finding that he really didn't mean to do anything, she didn't know whether to let go or not.

Is he really tired?

The brief sense of sobriety before was quickly squeezed out by the empty environment, Lin Qingxu's wide eyes slowly closed, and his body was completely relaxed.

She moved her lips confusedly and fell asleep again.

Su Yan noticed that her breathing was gradually steady, she pursed her lips lightly, and then closed her eyes that had been staring at the dark ceiling.