Chapter 35
Welcome the bride ceremony, first into the palace, in the Daming Palace to hold a series of ritual ceremonies, and then out of the palace to Shanhe Street.
Rong Xiangmei all the way to hear watching the people of Jinling shouting.
“This row, this person, this gift, is bigger than the Sixth Princess getting married and the Third Highness marrying.”
“This is His Majesty’s reward. King Yu is a prince, and a prince with military honors, who can compare to him?”
“I heard that this princess’s birth mother was a horse tamer, and that the Duke of England was attracted to her because of her beauty. This Wangfei is most likely a great beauty, otherwise how could King Yu be willing to marry the daughter of a horse tamer.”
“Yuhang’s own birth mother was an abrogated queen, how could he look down on Consort Yuhang.”
“That’s different, Yu Wang is His Majesty’s child, and His Majesty is the Son of Heaven ……”
The chaotic voices, Rong Xiangmian listened and gradually got sleepy, leaning against the sedan chair and fell asleep.
When she woke up, she found that the palanquin curtains were lifted and Feiyun was calling out to her, signaling her to pick up the fan.
Rong Xiang See immediately sat up, holding the yellow ground woof silk flowers and butterflies picture surface mahogany handle carving fan sent by Yuhang, cover face, holding Feiyun’s hand, out of the sedan chair. Outside, the guests were as lively as the Lantern Festival.
“Wangfei out!”
“Daddy hold me, I want to see auntie!”
Yu Wang waited outside, lowering his body, somewhat embarrassed to see each other. Today, she is wearing a lot of clothes and the crown on her head is heavy. She is helped onto Yu Wang’s back, he carries her, and just in the midst of the uproar from the house full of guests, he quickly walks towards the backyard.
She suddenly remembers the scene of the Sixth Princess descending, so she whispers in King Yu’s ear, “Last year, Xian Yao got married and remembered Your Highness when she went out of the house, saying that when you were a child, you promised to carry her out of the palace on your back.”
Yü Wang’s footsteps stall: “It was me who broke my promise.”
“When she comes back to visit her family, you can carry your nephew on your back.”
Zhou Xian Yang’s heart was warmed, the Sixth Sister he remembered was still a child, surprisingly, she was going to have a child as well. Time, it changed a lot of people.
Yü Wang’s footsteps are once again light, and Rong Xiang Xiang knows that he’s in a good mood.
She crouches on Yü Wang’s back and uses the cover to secretly survey everything around her. Looking at this completely unfamiliar mansion, it’s her future home.
In her previous life, she had gotten married, but at that time, she had gone through a side door, and she had been carried directly into her new room. There had never been such an experience of being carried in through the front door and then being carried into the new room.
After walking for a long time, Yu Wang’s breath becomes rapid and he is already sweating before he reaches the bridal chamber, Xiang Xiang reminds, “If you are tired, stop and rest for a while.”
“The bride’s feet cannot touch the ground.”
“Why make things difficult for yourself with such rules, resting for a while won’t really do anything.”
“I’m not tired, really.” Zhou Xian Yang didn’t say much, how could he be tired? He had once carried his comrade’s blood loss body over three hills in the dark, his body quickly freezing as soon as he sweated, even his eyebrows were covered in frost. That was when the torment was truly unbearable.
Now, he was carrying his wife on his back, walking towards his home, how could he be tired?
Rong Xiangmian was unaware of these past events, and when she saw the beads of sweat hanging down at Yul Wang’s temples, she pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped the sweat off for him.
Zhou Xian Yang’s footsteps stopped in a flash, and he turned his head sideways, feeling the gentle nostrils of the princess on his face, and her eyebrows, which were both heroic and charming, were close at hand.
Those eyes that he had seen countless times in his dreams.
Zhou Xian Yang looked at her in a daze, as if the wish of his youth had been realized.
When they met, their hearts beat inexplicably faster. He came closer, their faces were about to touch.
Her face instantly burned scarlet, and she was busy covering herself with a fan, pursing her lips and smiling.
The corners of Zhou Xian Yang’s mouth hooked up, and his footsteps became lighter and lighter as he walked towards the cave room.
I don’t know how long it took, but I finally arrived at the new room. There was already a group of ladies and young ladies-in-law standing all over the place, clamoring to see the princess.
They were sitting by the vermillion colored bed, and the bridesmaid sprinkled all kinds of dates and cinnamon peanuts on them, saying all kinds of playful and auspicious words.
A kind-eyed woman tied a knot in the hem of their garments. She twisted a tuft of their hair, knotted it together, and tucked it under their pillows.
The women said, “Early birth, noble son,” “eternal union,” “long life,” all the auspicious words for marriage in the world, almost all of them were said.
After drinking the handover wine, Xiao Bei hurriedly dragged Xian Yang outside, where all the guests were waiting to drink with him.
No sooner had Zhou Xianyang taken two steps than he heard the bride exclaiming “wait” behind him!
The hem of their wedding clothes hadn’t been undone yet, and as he walked away, he pulled the bride almost off the bed.
The woman was so angry that she punched Xiao Bei, “You monkey, what are you doing in such a hurry?”
Zhou Xianyang hurried back and squatted at Xiangmian’s feet, apologizing as he untied the hem. He added, “I’ve asked people to prepare meals for you, so eat first, and if you don’t have enough, ask someone to fetch it, or just tell them what you want. If you are tired, rest early, don’t hang on and wait for me.”