This time Song Qingzhou did not fall asleep. She and Xiao Mo Ziqian played wildly all afternoon. It had been a long time since she had been so unbridled as a child. It was not until the sunset that she was so tired that she was exhausted and was beaten by a big boy. The maid hugged him back and fell asleep with her head tilted while washing. Before she fell asleep, she had a premonition that the next time she opened her eyes, she would not be five years old.
Sure enough, when she opened her eyes again, she found that she had become seventeen or eighteen years old. At this time, although the Song residence still looked luxurious and exquisite, it seemed to be a little lonely.
At this time, Zijuan, who was already in her twenties, walked in from the door. She said happily: "Miss, tomorrow is the day when you and Master Mo will get married. Tonight is the last day in Song Residence. There are still some servants." I can’t bear to leave here.”
Song Qingzhou was startled. Are they going to get married tomorrow? So the memory this time is when I got married in my previous life?
Thinking of this, Song Qingzhou's heartbeat became a little faster, and her face could not help but be stained with a faint blush. Seeing this, Zijuan joked: "Now that Young Master Mo has become the top pick in high school, I and you, Miss, are a perfect match. We will definitely be a couple in the future." Harmony is sweet.”
Song Qingzhou was surprised when he heard this. In his previous life, Mo Ziqian was so powerful. He was the top student in high school at such a young age. This showed that he was not only outstanding in knowledge, but also extraordinary in appearance and bearing.
Zicuckoo habitually talks more. Although her lady is kind-hearted, she can no longer speak due to a serious illness when she was young. It is precisely for this reason that her lady likes quiet and personal maids. She was the only one, and most of the other maids did not enter the inner room.
So she continued to talk about the wedding tomorrow. In the evening, Song Qingzhou's mother came. Compared with the calm and elegant woman in her memory last time, this time she had obviously gone through a lot of vicissitudes. There were even a few white hairs in the silk.
She held Song Qingzhou's hands and said: "Zi Qian is the child I watched grow up. You two grew up together as childhood sweethearts. His affection for you is very real. But now that he is the top pick in high school, you will definitely be the best in the future." If you want to participate in the social life of those officials, it's all your fault that your mother contracted a serious illness when you were young and made you unable to speak. You will definitely suffer some injustice in the future."
As she talked, Song Qingzhou's mother couldn't stop crying. Song Qingzhou took out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully for her, and then wrote on the paper on the side: "Mom, I can do this."
Seeing her comforting her so much, Song Qingzhou's mother shed more tears. After waiting for a while, she remembered the main purpose of coming this time. She barely controlled her emotions and continued: "Tomorrow is your wedding day." It’s better to live happily, but mother still has some words to tell you. You are also familiar with the Mo family’s wife, and Ziqian’s brother and sister-in-law are also easy to get along with, so I will give most of the Song family’s property to you. You make the dowry, and you will live a good life in the future. If you are unhappy, you can come back to your father and mother at any time. We are just your daughter, and everything is for you. The situation outside is very chaotic now. The feudal king has rebelled. After more than two years of fighting, the number of refugees is increasing. Please arrange your marriage as soon as possible so that I can feel at ease."
Song Qingzhou nodded and gently leaned his head on his mother's shoulder. Song Qingzhou's mother stroked her hair and took care of some things intermittently. It was not until late at night that Song Qingzhou's mother left tiredly.
The next day, Song Qingzhou was surrounded by maids early in the morning. There were also several older maids helping her arrange her clothes and makeup. They also told her about the wedding process from time to time. This time It took more than two hours to dress up.
From dawn to dawn, Song Qingzhou was covered with a red hijab in a daze, listening to the little maids reporting the groom's whereabouts, saying where Mo Ziqian had arrived, and then who had broken out. Questions, how many character levels have they passed, and how heroic and majestic they saw Xiao Mo Ziqian. Then they said that Xiao Mo Ziqian was about to arrive at the place to greet the bride.
Song Qingzhou clenched her fists unconsciously, so was this how she married Mo Ziqian in the last life?
When a group of people rushed in and said auspicious words as if they were free of money, Song Qingzhou really woke up. She was holding a long red satin in her hand. Needless to say, she knew that the other end was Mo Ziqian.
"Qingzhou, I'm here to marry you." Hearing Xiao Mo Ziqian's voice, Song Qingzhou felt very relieved.
Following little Mo Ziqian for a while, Song Qingzhou was welcomed into the sedan chair. The sedan chair swayed for a long time. Song Qingzhou knew that this was probably in Huancheng, because the Mo family was also a very prestigious family in the capital, and the Song residence was Although it has not been as good as before in a few years, it can still be considered a wealthy family, not to mention that this time Song Qingzhou's dowry is a real red dowry, and most of the Song family is used as dowry.
Song Qingzhou got up too early in the morning, and the sedan was shaking. She was a little sleepy. When the sedan landed, she woke up from a dazed state. She heard the matchmaker outside calling Xiao Mozi. Qian kicked the sedan door, but she only saw the curtain of the sedan swaying slightly from under the red hijab, and then a hand with sharp bones opened the curtain. As if knowing that her sight was blocked, the hand reached directly to her hand. , took her and walked outside.
At this time, in order to catch up with the auspicious time, the matchmaker said countless good words in succession, but Song Qingzhou's mind went blank, and his whole body was only filled with the hand he was holding.
Compared with ancient TV dramas, their wedding process was more trivial and complicated, but before Song Qingzhou came, she had heard several nuns say it back and forth several times, so she still remembered it.
When she finished praying to heaven and earth and sat on the bed in the wedding room, she vaguely realized that she and Mo Ziqian were married in the previous life.
A group of people made a noise in the wedding room. Under the witness of everyone, Xiao Mozi Qian picked up Song Qingzhou's hijab. What Song Qingzhou saw at a glance was Xiao Mozi Qian's eyes as bright as stars. There was a look on his face that could not be concealed. Seeing the deep affection and joy, Song Qingzhou also smiled slightly, as touching as a nine-day fairy, and Xiao Mo Ziqian looked at her with even more affection.
After drinking the Hexin wine, Xiao Mo Ziqian was taken out by a group of teenagers of similar age to continue drinking. Song Qingzhou sat there quietly waiting for him to come back.
