You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 693
Whether the road was long or short, Wen Qinger held Wen Yizhen's neck tightly, but she hadn't been carried by her brother like this for many years.

Wen Yizhen was also very reluctant, always felt that Wen Qing'er was still as light as a child, but now she was going to get married.

No matter how reluctant he was, he had to send Wen Qing'er to the little lord, Wen Yizhen had no choice but to instruct her carefully.

"If you were wronged that day, you must send someone to tell your brother. If you want to eat something, tell your brother, and my brother will buy it for you."

"You don't have to worry about it at home. My brother will be there for everything. If you come back in three days and see your eyes with tears and your complexion turning yellow, my brother will definitely make the young master look good!"

After hearing what Wen Yizhen said, Wen Qing'er burst into laughter suddenly, with a tear in her voice: "Brother regards the young master as a scourge, if the young master is really bad, brother can rest assured Is Qing'er married, brother can rest assured."

Wen Yizhen also smiled: "We are really relieved to entrust you to the young master. You didn't see the young master blushing and composing poems just now. I saw that there was nothing to worry about, just It's very uncomfortable right now, marrying you away is like gouging out my flesh."

Wen Qinger's little hands wrapped around Wen Yizhen's neck hurriedly patted his heart, imitating the songs her mother used to say and whispering in her brother's ear, and she also brought Wu Nong, whom Lin was used to talking about in private, Soft language.

"Zhenzhen doesn't cry and fly away in pain, Aniang will read to you, write a basket of big characters, and be that Jia Tanhualang..."

Wen Qing'er smiled after reading, and her nasal voice became a little muffled again: "Brother, mother is right, you have really become a Tanhua Lang."

The tip of Wen Yizhen's nose was so sore, the teardrops gathered in the corners of his eyes fell hard, and his throat tightened, but he couldn't speak a word anymore.

Seeing the little lord getting closer to the door, Wen Yizhen's footsteps slowed down more and more, and even Wen Qing'er on her back felt it, crying and laughing and cursing: "Brother, hurry up, Qing'er is in a hurry Getting married!"

Wen Yizhen smiled with red eyes: "I know, I know, I will give you to the young master, and sell it by the catty, and we will lose money if we sell it at the price of pork!"

"Fuck you!" Wen Qing'er smiled, but the tears on her face still couldn't stop flowing, and with her head down, the tears fell on Wen Yizhen's shoulder.

Wen Yizhen finally sent Wen Qinger to Ying Yu, the eight-carried sedan chair was slightly tilted, and Xi Niang and the maids supported Wen Qinger to sit in it.

Ying Yu's face was full of joy, watching Wen Yizhen come slowly step by step, I don't know how anxious he was, but at this moment, Wen Qing'er was finally expected, and he smiled and bowed to Wen Yizhen: "Thank you very much. Brother Zhen sent Qing'er off for this journey, and I will definitely play the piano and zither with Qing'er in the future, and grow old together."

Wen Yizhen also cupped his hands in return, and wiped away the tears on his face slightly: "Please young master, please take good care of Qing'er and treat Qing'er well, this is a request from a brother."

Ying Yu immediately responded positively, and then took the bow and arrow handed over by Ning Jixing, and shot the red-painted arrow feathers on the door frame of the sedan chair, and then Ying Yu turned over neatly, and followed Xi Niang's high-pitched "Get up" sedan chair!" Then the welcoming team that was standing in front of the Lin Mansion's gate slowly moved away and disappeared in front of the Lin Mansion's gate.

Wen Qing'er's dowry also came out in a file. When Lin got married back then, she was unrivaled in the limelight. Wen Qing'er was even more exaggerated. She didn't care how much she lifted the box and cage. It seemed as if the natal family had been evacuated, and the people surrounding both sides of the street counted them. They counted more than 100, but they didn't see their heads, but it's really an exaggeration.

(End of this chapter)