Although there are poems urging makeup and a procession of people playing music and singing outside to welcome the bride, the bride cannot leave the boudoir in a hurry at this time. Instead, she must show "reservation" and wait for the procession to invite her.
At this time, the jewelry that had been taken off before it was too late to put it back on again played a very good role in "delaying time", which made Su Qingluan suddenly realize: No wonder these Xiniang and "perfect ladies" just acted so strictly It is so easy to talk about this "deviant" behavior, but it turns out that it is waiting here.
Seeing that the makeup-inducing poems outside had been recited for more than ten rounds, and the time was almost up, Xi Niang signaled that the bride could "let go".
At this time, Yang, who had been cheerful, shed tears again and hugged Su Qingluan tightly: "Da Ya, you have to live a good life, be happy, and be well."
Su Qingluan's feeling of sore eyes came again, but she knew that this was not a newlywed's reluctance to leave her parents' home, but a mother's sigh for sending away her daughter.
"Auntie, don't worry, I will be fine no matter where I am." No matter it was in the previous life or this life, whether it was a towering concrete jungle or this pastoral countryside.
Even though she died young due to illness in her previous life, Su Qingluan still didn't have many regrets - when she was young, she traveled all over the country with her master and her wife, eating delicacies from all over the world, and because of her outstanding cooking skills, she made friends with many people from all walks of life. People who have seen all kinds of things in the world.
Even if it was very short, my previous life was not in vain.
Today, she is about to enter a new life. Although it is different from "getting married" in the ordinary sense, Su Qingluan believes that she can also live her own happy life.
According to the custom here, the newlywed bride cannot touch the ground until she arrives at the groom's house, so the bride is usually carried on the sedan chair by her father or brothers.
Su Xuanhe was still too young. Although he had a lot of strength, he was not tall enough. If he wanted to carry his sister Su Qingluan, his feet would definitely touch the ground. So even though he was eager to try, Su Guangfu still squatted down by himself.
Su Guangfu is only in his thirties, and because the Su family's family conditions have improved in the past two years, they can keep up with food and clothing. In order to prevent malnutrition in the family, Su Qingluan buys some meat almost every day, and at least ensures eggs. Therefore, although Su Guangfu is in his thirties in recent years, his physical condition is stronger than when he was in his twenties.
So he carried Su Qingluan on his back and walked very slowly and steadily step by step. As he walked, he whispered: "Da Ya, daddy will send you to your parents' home for the last part of the journey. If you go well on the rest of the way, we will be happy. If you have a hard time walking, your family will be here..."
After a pause, Xu felt that it was unlucky to say "not having a good time" on such a happy day, so he immediately changed his words and said, "What am I talking about? My eldest daughter can always have a good time."
Su Qingluan pressed her face against Su Guangfu's broad back across the hippa, and felt the middle-aged man's originally steady steps pause slightly. She whispered: "Don't worry, Dad, I will be very, very good, no matter when and where."
Su Guangfu's low "En" passed through his chest, making Su Qingluan's face feel numb and warm against Su Guangfu's back.
In her previous life, she never understood why the brides and their parents were just getting married, not parting, and why some people's husband's family and natal family were in the same community, so they had to leave each other reluctantly, with tears in their eyes. Now she understands that this feeling has nothing to do with distance, but a change in identity.
From now on, no matter what, she has to support her small family on her own, and cannot drag her parents to act like a spoiled child anytime and anywhere - although she has never done this before.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan smiled slightly. Her melancholy and sad thoughts faded away for some unknown reason, leaving only a touch of reluctance.
...Then there was nothing more. Su Qingluan, wearing a hijab, sat in the sedan and sighed: Fortunately, even if she walked slowly, it only took two-quarters of an hour to get from her door to Mu Xing's home, otherwise she would really be separated. I'm going to vomit out my dinner!
It was not that Su Qingluan had never ridden on the means of transportation of this era before, especially in many cases, it was difficult to hire something like a carriage even if you had money, so he fully understood what the ancients called "tired by traveling and traveling".
However, this human-powered sedan is a completely different kind.
It makes the people sitting inside flip up and down, giving them a sense of weightlessness as if they are about to encounter a plane crash, and a sense of chaos as if they have entered a drum washing machine. The main theme is to shake every bone loose and then use inertia to squeeze it in again. Together, direct, but rough.
Su Qingluan believed that she had never experienced airsickness or carsickness in her previous life or in this life, but now she was really sick in sedan chairs.
At this time, Su Qingluan fully understood the subtlety of not being allowed to eat too much: If the bride eats too much, and the sedan is so bumpy, she will have to "vomit" for three thousand miles. Don't talk about the bride then. I was so embarrassed that the person carrying the sedan chair was probably mentally disturbed and thought it was some sudden illness.
But Su Qingluan really wanted to ask the people carrying the sedan chairs outside to improve their skills and stop being bumpy. However, Xi Niang, the one who advised Xi Niang on what to do along the way, followed beside the sedan. She had also reminded the bride many times before that she should not speak before taking off the hijab.
Su Qingluan could only sit in the sedan, covering her mouth with one hand, and holding the open window of the sedan with one hand, lest she really couldn't sit still and rolled out, which would be fun.
Finally, after Su Qingluan felt that all the bones in her body had been torn apart and reassembled countless times, the sedan finally landed. Su Qingluan calmed down, and with Xi Niang's support, she followed every step. Do it.
Although Su Qingluan couldn't see ahead with her hijab, she still wanted to use her hearing to see what rituals were performed at ancient weddings. However, now that the music was playing, Su Qingluan felt dizzy. If it weren't for the wedding ceremony, With my mother's support, she probably has to walk in circles, which is comparable to a Parkinson's patient.
So no matter what he walked or crossed, Su Qingluan had no time to care. Now she just wants to calm down and go back to her so-called "new house" to rest quietly.
Finally, the bride was sent to the bridal chamber. Su Qingluan was told that the groom would have to wait a while before he came. She could not take off the hijab by herself at this time. However, Su Qingluan wanted to move around a little, so she sent everyone away. Go out and be alone.
There was no one around, and there was no surveillance these days. Su Qingluan lifted the hijab and placed it on her head. She stretched her stiff neck and shoulders, stood up, and walked gently around the wedding bed. Look at this house.
