Aunt Zhou didn't object anymore, and a smile gradually appeared on her face. She didn't want to regret it anymore. Even if it was just a scene today, she would cherish it.
Seeing that Aunt Zhou agreed, Du Wanchun, Nan Fengling and the others began to help her dress up together.
Aunt Zhou is inherently beautiful, and she is a rare beauty even if she doesn't apply makeup.
However, in order to keep a low profile, she specially applied waxy oil on her face, which made her face look yellow.
Now wash off the butter on your face and apply powder on it. The cheeks will be like white jade. Then apply rouge and draw the eyebrows. Just a glance can make people dream. ?.?????.ℂ??
Then she put on the shining golden hair crown, and her whole body exuded nobility, taking on the shadow of the queen back then.
Nan Fengling and Madam Wu were stunned.
"Mom, you are really..."
"So beautiful........"
Aunt Zhou lowered her head in embarrassment, saying that after living in Changliu Village for so long, she had become accustomed to a free life.
Although being poor is a bit poorer, life is much better than living in the palace where you have to be careful about everything and think carefully about even the words you say.
Now that he is wearing fancy clothes again, he feels like he is in another world.
I don’t know if life in Changliu Village is a dream, or if life in the palace is a dream.
Aunt Zhou rubbed her eyes and her nose was slightly sore.
Du Wanchun picked up the hijab and said with a smile: "Mom, put the hijab on and get ready to go out."
Aunt Zhou raised her eyes and originally wanted to say a few words, but the hijab suddenly fell down and she stretched out her hand in panic.
Du Wanchun held her hand and said with a smile: "Mom, we are going out."
Madam Wu and Nan Fengling came to the door and opened it, only to hear a burst of firecrackers coming from outside.
"The bride is coming out! The bride is coming out!"
A group of children dressed in red jumped and shouted happily at the door.
Since the village holds a wedding event every year, they are very familiar with the wedding process.
As long as the villagers can help, they will come to help.
Soon Aunt Zhou was helped onto the sedan chair.
Because the newlyweds who were getting married were from outside the country, and there was no need to talk to the husband's family, it became a rule to start from the white-haired old woman's place, then go around the village, and then get married at the home of the oldest old man in the village.
Firstly, it means that the elderly are respected, and secondly, it also means that the newlyweds can grow old together.
Du Wanchun and Nan Fengling walked behind the sedan chair. They looked at the red sedan chair and felt very happy in their hearts.
Nan Fengling whispered: "If Ah Zhao were here, he would have started crying long ago when he saw the scene in front of him."
Du Wanchun said with a smile: "I'm not the only one crying. I think he will hold on to the sedan and not let go."
These words in turn made Nan Feng Ling laugh.
In order not to make Aunt Zhou and the Third Prince suspicious, Zhou Ruiyuan deliberately did not come this time.
Otherwise, when he saw the scene in front of him, his eyes would probably turn red a few times.
With the sound of gongs and drums, the sedan chair soon arrived at the yard covered with red silk.
Two respected old men were sitting in the yard.
At this time, Du Wanchun secretly found an old man, took a piece of wood, carved the names of Mrs. Zhou's parents, and placed it among the spiritual tablets at the back of the hall.
If you don't look carefully, you can't tell.
The matchmaker holding a fan smiled and shouted: "The groom is here to pick up the bride and get off the sedan!"
The third prince, dressed in red and supported by a group of villagers, came to the sedan, kicked the sedan door three times, and then opened the curtain.
The Third Prince looked at Aunt Zhou who was wearing a red wedding dress and a red hijab in the sedan chair, his hands trembling slightly.
The scene he saw was like a dream, which he couldn't believe.
With trembling hands, he pinched his face, gasping in pain, and then asked Aunt Zhou in the sedan, "Zhou'er, is that you?"
Aunt Zhou held the handkerchief tightly with both hands and responded softly: "It's me."
The third prince suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes turned red, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Zhou'er, I can finally take you home..."
Although the name is acting to pray for the villagers.
But both of them are in love. It doesn't matter whether it's true or false, it doesn't matter who they are, the emperor or the queen. They just need to cherish the present.
Aunt Zhou slowly stretched out her hand towards her.
The third prince excitedly grabbed her hold, then took her hand and slowly helped her off the sedan.
The sound of firecrackers sounded again all around.
The children gathered around, playing and blessing.
The Third Prince had dreamed of this situation every night, and now that it had come true, he almost cried with joy.
