little wife

Chapter 40

The matter of Ning Xuan was finalized, and no matter how much Ning Luo tried to persuade her, Ning Cheng insisted that Ning Luo didn't want to see their house. Ning Xuan originally thought that there was no hope for Yang Yan in this life, but after a sudden turn of events His mind is full of the little daughter's longing, and he can't listen to Ning Luo's euphemistic persuasion.

Going on, I'm afraid the sisters will turn against each other again, and the family will be restless.

The marriage gift of Yang Yan and Zhao Daiyun has also been decreed. The prince's wedding date has been monitored and calculated by Qintian, and it is set at the end of November. Ning Xuan can only pass through the door after the princess is welcomed into the door.

Ning Luo had no choice but to think about Zhao Daiyun's temperament and told Ning Xuan, for the current plan, she could only let Ning Xuan avoid Zhao Daiyun's sharp edge and settle in her own square, hoping to use Zhao Daiyun's ambition to ascend to the Phoenix position , would not care about such a little concubine like Ning Xuan.

No matter how worried Ning Luo was, the days would not stop there. In the blink of an eye, her wedding day would arrive.

A bright red wedding dress was made by the master of Caiyun Pavilion, a famous Jiangnan master. The peonies and golden phoenixes embroidered on it were embroidered by [-] embroiderers in a full [-] days. The gold and silver threads are extremely gorgeous. Priceless.

Ning Luo was dragged and dressed up by the bridesmaids like a marionette, and when everything was done, she was helped out of the house, even the green bamboo and amethyst who followed her every day stared blankly.

"The girl is really a fairy."

"My son must straighten his eyes when he sees it."

The two little girls covered their mouths and started laughing.

Indeed, a wedding dress made Ning Luo's skin more beautiful than snow, and the layers of beautiful skirts made her waist look too tight to hold, and her face, which originally only loved thin makeup, was charming, with frowning eyes and lips. Like a cherry, the little flower tin between the eyebrows makes people think about it, and it looks like a city.

It's just that no matter how beautiful her face is, Ning Luo herself can't see it at the moment. She is stepping on the soft red carpet, but her heart is like a castle in the air, unable to reach the sky or the ground, her whole heart is floating in the air.

She is about to leave the familiar Ningguo Mansion and walk on a road that is different from her previous life. What will be waiting for her on the other side of the road?
Can Jing Yun treat her well?
Are the people in Dingyunhou's mansion easy to get along with?
All kinds of thoughts flooded into her mind, making her unable to concentrate.

Qin Xianglan grabbed her hand, laughing and crying at the same time, her daughter was going to get married before she turned fifteen, she couldn't bear to be a mother, she babbled on, nothing more than what Ning Luo had heard a hundred times Those words, what should be filial to parents-in-law, respect husband, what should be diligent in housekeeping, cherish body.

The always prudent and gentle Zhongshu made the adult's eyes flush, and he looked at his daughter with pride and sadness in his eyes.

Ning Luo also cried. In her previous life, she was married in a state of sadness and haste, but her parents are still here in this life. Both of them personally sent her out of the house. What a happy thing for her. I hope that from now on, her parents can be reconciled Meimei and grow old together, I hope that from now on, Ningfu and the whole family will be safe and happy.

This wedding gathered the strength of the Jing, Ning, and Qin families, with red makeup for ten miles, endless winding, it can be called the biggest event in the capital in recent years.

Ning Luo was sitting in the sedan chair, listening to the sound of gongs and drums and the endless stream of congratulations, she entered Dingyunhou's mansion all the way, got off the sedan chair, crossed the brazier, and worshiped heaven and earth. To the point: Does this count as marrying Jing Yun?She is no longer the daughter of the Ning family but the wife of the Jing family?

From early morning until now, she had only eaten a few bites of wedding cakes, and she felt hungry at this time, but she couldn't see anything with the bride's hijab on her head, so she could only listen to the stomach growling.

A piece of pastry was passed under the red cover, and Green Bamboo whispered: "Miss, eat some first, I'm afraid it's too early for the son to come."

Ning Luo took two bites of her hand, and only then did she feel better.

Someone next to him handed over a cup of tea, and said with a crunchy voice, "Drink the tea, madam, don't choke, the son has specifically told you that you can do whatever you want."

Ning Luo felt sweet in her heart, and she was still thinking about her despite her busy schedule, which showed Jing Yun's intentions.

"My name is Clover, and her name is Yingxiang. I was specially selected by the prince to serve my wife," the crisp voice said again, "From now on, my wife will be our master. If you have anything to do, just order it."

Ning Luo nodded and gestured to Lvsong, who understood, took two bracelets and handed them to the two new servants.

Clover and Yingxiang accepted the gift gracefully, and served Ning Luo with some things, when there was a faint noise outside the house.

Ning Luo listened intently for a while, only to hear a few Xi wives chasing people away: "Oh, my little ancestor, I dare not let you in. The son said, no one should bother the new wife."

"You've got the guts of a bear heart and a leopard. You still want to come over and make trouble. Aren't you afraid of your elder brother's face?"

"Go to the front and have a drink, otherwise, when the Shizi is here, if you can't eat the wine, you will have to eat chestnuts."

The laughing sound disappeared after a while, presumably it was dismissed cleanly by some Xi wives, Clover and Yingxiang looked at each other and said with a smile, "Your Majesty is really considerate to Madam."

Ning Luo breathed a sigh of relief. Before leaving, Qin Xianglan specially told her that the custom here in the capital is that "marriages do not matter how big or small they are for three days."But she is really afraid of being teased, especially those children who have not yet been crowned. The old mother at home can play a lot of tricks.

Several maidservants whispered and laughed, Yotsuba and Yingxiang went out twice on the way, and came back to tell Ning Luo interesting stories about the banquet in the front hall.

I don't know how long it took, the door opened with a "squeak", and steady footsteps sounded, as if stepping on Ning Luo's heart, the little girls who were chattering just now suddenly fell silent.

The sound of footsteps stopped in front of her, and Ning Luo felt as if the part of her chest was about to pop out, and her mouth became dry for a while.

Before she could think of something to say, a happy scale was picked out, and the hijab lifted, Ning Luo's eyes suddenly lit up.

What caught my eye was Jing Yun, who was dressed in a bridegroom's wedding gown with four seas and plain patterns. The bright red color made him look more like a crown jade, and his figure was tall and straight. His black eyes resembled the cold pool on Tianshan Mountain. It was deep and cold, with only a little light shining in it, reflecting Ning Luo's face.

Ning Luo's pounding heart suddenly calmed down.

This is her husband, the backing she can rely on for the rest of her life, what else is there to worry about?

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and the tenderness in her eyes was like water.

"Sister Luo..."

Ning Luo groaned, finally regained her breath, and struggled lightly in his arms twice.

Only then did Jing Yun wake up, and reluctantly let go of his shackles, and said with a soft smile, "Sister Luo can't complain to my father-in-law now, right?"

Ning Luo was ashamed and annoyed, and punched his chest a few times with her small fist: "Okay, you're bullying me now!"

The wide palms wrapped the pair of pink fists, and the skin on the fingertips was as smooth as fat. Jing Yun couldn't help but put a kiss on his lips to beg for mercy: "I don't dare, sister Luo, don't be angry."

Ning Luo gouged out his eyes, seeming to be both angry and happy, her eyes seemed to have invisible threads, entangled her heart one by one.

After these days of precipitation, the endless lovesickness has become more mellow and deep. The time between the two of them lasted as long as a lifetime.Jing Yun resisted the urge to hold her in his arms again, and he drove away the maidservants, so he poured the gourd wine himself, and the gourd was divided into two, tied with a red thread, and each of them took it. Holding one, the four eyes meet, and the wine is slowly swallowed into the mouth.

The wine tastes bitter, but it has an aftertaste. Jing Yun said in a low voice: "Sister Luo, from now on, you are the treasure in my palm. Even if there are thousands of sufferings in this world, just stay behind me, and I will bear it for you." .”

Ning Luo shook her head, raised her face and corrected softly: "No, brother Jing, I don't want to hide behind you, we will weather the storms of this world hand in hand."

The tenderness in those eyes was watery but firm, and a warm feeling came over her chest, as if something was overflowing in her chest. Jing Yun couldn't bear it anymore, and raised his hand to hug her by the waist. Ning Luo exclaimed With a sound, he subconsciously grabbed Jing Yun's neck.

A sweet fragrance permeates the nostrils, and where the skin touches, the heat instantly spreads all over the body, which is unbearable.

Jing Yun strode to the sandalwood carved Xi bed, and carefully placed Ning Luo on the Baizi quilt.

"Brother Jing..." she murmured tremblingly.

"What should I call me?" Jing Yun coaxed softly, raising his hand to unbutton Ning Luo's clothes.

"Husband..." Ning Luo changed her words shyly, the word "jun" was protracted and trembling.

Ning Luo seemed to understand something, her eyes widened and she sucked in a breath of cold air, and subconsciously flinched back.

The hand that went to undo the third button paused, and a trace of clarity flashed through his mind.

The majestic voice of the old father-in-law sounded: "Yuanxi, this marriage is accepted for the time being, but Luo'er's mother and I have an unfeeling request. Luo'er is still too young, and the marriage will not be consummated until the age of 15. Could Yuanxi allow it?"

Did he promise?

It seems that he agreed without hesitation.

Jing Yun's outstretched hand froze there, his mind was full of battle between heaven and man, and the beautiful woman was right in front of him, should he listen to the old man's words or not?
(End of this chapter)