Nongmen Spring: Hot lady flirting with foolish husband

Chapter 472 Don't

Jiang Wen didn't really want to delay on such an important day. After waking up for a while, he quickly got up.

After washing his face with warm water, Jiang Wen was helped by Zhao Shi and Fang Shi to put on the bright red wedding dress.

The wedding dress had seven or eight layers inside and out, and it was made of Liu Guang brocade, a tribute sent to the palace. I don't know where Zhao Shen'an got it, it was extraordinarily gorgeous.

The wedding dress started to be embroidered a month ago. Mrs. Zhao personally drew the picture and embroidered it stitch by stitch with superb embroidery skills.

The Quanfu people invited by the Jiang family twisted Jiang Wen's face, put on makeup, all his hair was coiled up, and he put on golden hairpins.

The young and tender face is beautiful, the eyes are shining with water, and the lips are vermilion, which is gorgeous but not charming. Jiang Wen looked at himself in the mirror and didn't recover for a while.

"So, this is me." She was in a daze, and under the festive candlelight, her face was full of spring.

In the morning, Jiang Wen was so busy that he didn't have time to eat. The poor bride could only eat a few pieces of snacks to pad her stomach.

After putting on makeup, the others retreated from Jiang Wen's boudoir, leaving Mrs. Zhao to accompany them, and the two of them talked privately.

"Wen'er, I originally planned to show you these brochures so early.

After all, considering your age, you agreed not to consummate the house for the time being, but after thinking about it, I still feel that it is inappropriate.

What if Yuanzi, who is young and strong, can't help it?If you don't know anything, you will be the one to suffer.

I don’t want to talk too much, you can see for yourself in private, so that you don’t come across something and don’t understand anything, and you will be the one who suffers. "

Mrs. Zhao said so much, Jiang Wenyang really didn't know what that booklet was, so he lived for so many years in vain.

It was agreed that we would only get married but not consummate the house, what is the rush!

Jiang Wen's old face turned red quietly, but luckily Mrs. Zhao didn't notice it, and even if she did, she just thought she was shy from her youngest daughter's family before she got married.

"Mother, I understand," Jiang Wen said softly, thinking that he would not be able to be filial in front of his mother all the time, Jiang Wen's mood also dropped by two points.

"Yunya, the sedan chair outside has arrived." Hearing the approaching suona, she was happy and happy, and Zhao felt that the time passed too fast.

The mother and daughter looked at each other, many homely words were stuck in their hearts, and they couldn't say them, but they both understood each other.

"The auspicious time is coming soon, please get the bride ready and get on the sedan chair!"

The matchmaker was dressed in red and green, exaggeratedly and gorgeously dressed, and reminded loudly at the door of the room holding her voice.

Liu'er, who had invited Jiang Wen to accompany him, helped Jiang Wen to the main room. Zhao Shigao sat on the main seat, and En'er stood beside him, not very happy.

"Farewell to parents!"

the matchmaker shouted.

Jiang Wen knelt down, took another serious look at Mrs. Zhao, and kowtowed reverently.

Mother, thank you for your selfless love when you came into this world.

"Wen'er, since you left this house today, you will be the wife of the Zheng family, no longer my daughter of the Jiang family, you must be in harmony with your brothers, respect your husband, take the Zheng family as the sky, and stop thinking about your mother's family, but remember! "

Why, didn't you just say you couldn't bear it just now, why did your mother change her mind?Jiang Wen panicked.

"mother--"

"Remember!" Zhao's tone became a little harsh.

"It's time for the bride to get on the sedan chair!"

Jiang Wen stared at her, feeling uncomfortable, and slowly got up, Mrs. Fang took the red hijab over, Jiang Wen glanced at Mrs. Zhao reluctantly, the red hijab gradually covered her sight.

(End of this chapter)