Jiang Foyin held her cousin's hand tightly and held back tears.

"I know that my mother is partial, and you have suffered a lot of grievances over the years, but sister, I regard you as a real sister in my heart. If you are reluctant at all, you must tell me, even if I never see that person again for the rest of my life. , and I must not let my sister go into the pit of fire for me."

"Silly." Jiang Fusang poked her forehead, "Just now I was praising the north, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a pit of fire again."

Jiang Foyin was embarrassed, she was always so careless about the future.

Jiang Fusang hugged the brocade quilt and moved inward to make room for her, and then pulled her onto the bed.

The two sisters were sitting side by side, with their heads touching each other, and neither of them could sleep.

"Sister..."

Jiang Foyin was about to speak, but Jiang Fosang hissed to stop her.

"A Miao, I'm actually very relieved that you can come back." In the darkness, Jiang Fusang said with a smile, "If you really can't let me go, how about coming to the North to see me?"

Jiang Foyin nodded without thinking: "Sister, if you don't mind it, I'll go there once a year, no, I'll always stay in Beidi to accompany you!"

Jiang Fusang couldn't help laughing: "Okay, it's settled. I'll write you a letter when I miss you. No matter when or where you are, you have to leave everything you have and go to Chongzhou."

"Yeah!" Jiang Foyin nodded heavily.

The two sisters held hands and talked about their separation for a while, but Jiang Foyin finally couldn't resist feeling sleepy.

Before she fell asleep, she asked: "Sister, are you really not going to tell Yuanyang? Second aunt..."

Jiang Fusang was silent for a long time and said, "No."

There was no more sound in the room.

Jiang Fusang tentatively called A Miao, but no one answered.

She quietly lay down and opened the door. There was a calamus waiting outside the door.

Chang Pu heard the noise in the side room and hurriedly put on his clothes to take a look. He heard the voice of the Seventh Lady and did not break in.

"Go to my aunt's courtyard to send a message and ask her to take someone to send Qiniang away."

"yes."

Not mentioning how frightened Mrs. Luo was, she hurriedly took the maid to move the sleeping Jiang Foyin elsewhere.

Jiang Fusang was finally able to lie down and rest.

At the first moment of Maozheng, when the sky was about to become bright, the maid gently knocked on the door.

"Girl, it's time to put on makeup."

The wedding day has finally arrived.

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The long night is not over yet, but there is still a tip of his tail left, as if he wants to get involved in the joyous events in the world.

The inside and outside of the Jiang Mansion have long been decorated with colorful lights, and now the lights are brightly lit, and servants are shuttled back and forth. There is order in the chaos, and things have been organized in advance.

In a mist of steaming water, the bride comes out of the bath.

Jiang Fusang's naked body stood tall and graceful, and a good lady was waiting on him to wipe and change his clothes.

In fact, after years of hard life, she has long been accustomed to doing everything by herself.

But whenever she tried to do it herself, the maids would look frightened, thinking that the poor service had made the girl disgusted, and in the blink of an eye the whole floor would be full of people kneeling down to apologize.

Even good ladies are like this.

Jiang Fusang knew that this situation would be difficult to reverse in a short time, so he had no choice but to let them go.

The good lady looked at the girl standing on the lichen with her arms stretched out, and sighed more than once, her girl Xiao Mu, although she is thin, is the leader.

Look at these undulating curves. Every bit of flesh that should be grown is full and full. Where there is no flesh that shouldn't be added, there is no excess. Especially the waist, which is so tight and narrow that it can be pinched.

Although she does not yet have the charm of a mature woman, she has already begun to glimpse her enchanting beauty.

At the age of fifteen, she is still a budding flower.

The delicate face, tender fleshy skin, covered with a layer of almost invisible hair, is like a newly picked peach on Yangshan Mountain, still stained with morning dew. You don’t need to take a bite, just look at it. Let people feel the sweet taste.

It's just that... the girl's eyebrows and eyes are quiet, there is no coquettishness at all, and there is no joy at all, which makes people unable to taste the slightest sweetness.

Yes, in just two months, she is about to get married for the second time.

She is married to a cousin, but she is still married to a remote and poor family. How can it be sweet?

But no matter how you say it, today is a happy day after all. No matter how miserable your heart is, the good lady can only force a smile.

Chang Pu and Jillian who were helping on the side also had the same idea.

"The girl smells so good——"

Half an arm's length away, a faint fragrance penetrated straight into my nose.

"The girl's hair is very long, black and plump, and there is no need for a false bun at all -"

The two of them exchanged words, which was quite effective as a joke.

Jiang Fusang had just been in a trance. When he came back to his senses, he realized that his emotions might have affected the people around him, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This smile was radiant, and the atmosphere in the room became much more relaxed.

After wiping her body, the good lady also applied ointment to her.

Jiang Fusang shook his head and refused: "It's hot and the clothes are heavy and I'm sweating."

The good lady also gave up.

First, wear a dark-bottomed dark coat with red edges, then wear a hazel-colored coat with wide sleeves, tie it with a belt, cover your knees, and then decorate it with jade.

After getting dressed, Jiang Fusang knelt down in front of the dressing table, while Jillian combed her hair.

In order to set off the solemnity of the auspicious day, Jillian still used some fake buns for decoration, mixed them into a beautiful bun, fixed it with Qibao hairpin, and then tied it with flower branches and golden steps.

Wan Qing took over the makeup. Today's wedding makeup in Jingling is heavy powder and bright red lipstick, but Jiang Fusang ordered light makeup.

Wan Qing couldn't make up her mind and looked at Liang Lao.

The good lady hesitated for a moment and nodded.

No matter what the rules are, no one is watching, just let the girl feel.

She applied the powder lightly and swept her green eyebrows lightly. Her peach-shaped lips were already slightly red. Wan Qing thought about it and finally added a thin layer of lipstick.

Youcao handed her the painted clogs at the right time and tied a colorful ribbon for her.

"The bride is made up!"

As the words fell to the ground, Jiang Fusang turned around, his wide sleeves fluttering and his long skirt trailing to the floor.

As her personal attendant, even though she saw her every day, it was not the first time she put on bridal makeup, and she was still stunned by the girl in front of her with her eyebrows trimmed in buns and buns.

After the surprise, I felt an unspeakable pity.

It's a pity that no one appreciates the flowers when they bloom, it's a pity that the new son-in-law is not welcomed in person, it's a pity...

It's already dawn, and no matter how much sadness you feel, you can only press on the bottom of your heart.

Mrs. Luo came to urge her. She was stunned for a moment when she entered the door. She thought she saw her second sister-in-law.

She blinked hard and then said: "Hurry up and put the hijab on!"

Because it was a proxy marriage, I was afraid that something would go wrong, so I didn't even invite a lucky wife, so I tried to save as much detail as possible on the trivial procedures, and even the veil was replaced with a hijab.

After everything was settled, Mr. Luo sent his confidants to send the good lady off first.

"The maids are lucky enough to say that they were given to me by my cousin. After all, this good lady is your wet nurse. It's okay to help 'Foyin' get married, but there's no reason to follow her. Just send her to the outside of the city and wait."

"

Jiang Fosang knelt down on the low couch and just nodded when he heard the words.

"Liu Niang." Mrs. Luo cleared away all the people and held her hand.

Jiang Fusang thought she was going to give some routine advice to a bride, even though she had already said it last time.

Unexpectedly, after calling Liu Niang, nothing more happened.

After a long time, Fang muttered out: "My aunt can't help you."

The hijab blocked his sight, and Jiang Fusang couldn't see Luo's face.

Was she sincerely sorry, or was she suddenly moved by a conscience that made her say these words when she was about to marry far away?

None of it matters.

Jiang Fusang withdrew his hands and folded them on his knees. His voice was steady and calm, without any waves: "I must be busy outside. My aunt is going to entertain guests. I can do it alone."
Chapter completed!