The ninth day of September, the Double Ninth Festival, is a good time to get married.
At midnight, when Zhang Qingjiu was dug out of her bed by Wei Feng in her sleep, she was told that in the next three hours, she would complete a series of tasks such as kneading, bathing, changing clothes, eyebrow drawing, and bun combing...
After the incident, Zhang Qingjiu regretted that he should not have waited for Honghong until midnight last night.
Unfortunately, I haven’t waited yet.
After taking a shower, Zhang Qingjiu opened his eyes that were filled with water vapor and looked at the things on the side, "Fengfeng, do you want to do all of this?"
"Of course I want it." Wei Feng gave her an angry look, "Don't talk about you, this is what His Royal Highness also wants to do."
Zhang Qingjiu turned towards Wei Feng, and from the corner of his eye he caught the smile at the corner of her mouth. He couldn't help but snorted softly, and said bluntly: "You use Chu Lan to suppress me."
"How could that happen?" Wei Feng smiled lowly and asked the nun beside her to bring her a cloak and put it on her, then pulled her to sit in front of the bronze mirror, "Isn't this what every girl has to do when she gets married? There are other things.
The tossing started the night before. This is to leave a foundation for you. From today on, you are no longer just a little drink for my mother. You are someone else's wife and the crown prince of Dahui. Don't be willful.
.”
"I know." Zhang Qingjiu nodded. Just as he was about to say something else, he saw a gentle but majestic middle-aged woman in lavender clothes leading the house.
Come down to yourself.
"Who is this?" Zhang Qingjiu frowned. He had never seen this person before.
But looking at her face, she was a rich and noble person who lived her whole life peacefully and happily.
"This is my mother's good friend, Mrs. Zhongyong Hou." Wei Feng smiled and nodded to the woman, then turned to Zhang Qingjiu and explained: "My mother specially invited her from Langzhou to do your bun."
After being introduced by Wei Feng, the woman smiled slightly and saluted Zhang Qingjiu, "Ning'an of the Zhongyong Marquis Mansion has met the Crown Princess. I wish the Crown Princess and Your Highness a lasting love and a long life together."
"Thank you." She has learned the rules from the nuns these days, and she also knows that when a woman gets married, her family will specially arrange a "blessed person" to help the woman comb her hair, in order to pass on the "blessing" to the bride.
But she didn't expect that Wei Feng would find someone from Langzhou, thousands of miles away.
"It is my honor to comb the hair of the Crown Princess." Ning An smiled and picked up the comb on the table, and flexibly passed it around Zhang Qingjiu's hair. "With one comb, you don't have to worry about wealth."
As the first sentence fell, half an hour later, the complicated phoenix bun took shape.
"Two combs are combed to the end, and you are free from disease and worry." The hanging black hair is entangled with the hair accessories, and it begins to look graceful and luxurious.
Another half hour passed.
When Ms. Ning'an was about to wind the last piece of black hair, gently twirling the comb in her hand, and when she was about to say the third blessing, Wei Feng finally couldn't help but let out a breath.
What people didn't expect was that this exhalation ended abruptly, like a sob for fear of being discovered.
"Fengfeng!" Zhang Qingjiu turned his head sharply, regardless of whether his hair was still in Ning'an's hand.
In fact, when Ning'an started to put Zhang Qingjiu's hair into a bun, Wei Feng stood in a corner, seemingly hiding in the shadows.
"What's wrong?" Wei Feng seemed to laugh, "You kid, why did you stop? You Lao Ayuan, keep going."
Ning'an turned her head and glanced into the shadow, a complex look flashed in her eyes, and she was about to continue with the comb in her hand.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Qingjiu grabbed Ning An's wrist and said, "Sorry, wait a minute."
After saying that, he turned around and stared at the shadow: "Fengfeng, come out."
"Ajiu, what are you doing?" Wei Feng seemed startled and took a step forward quickly, but then stopped suddenly as if he thought of something, "Don't waste time."
"Come out and I will continue." Zhang Qingjiu did not give in.
"You..." Wei Feng was startled. From her position, she could see Zhang Qingjiu tightly holding the sandalwood comb and the exquisite patterns of dragons and phoenixes carved on it.
"Fengfeng, you know I will do what I say."
"I...Jiu, don't make trouble." Wei Feng's tone became embarrassed, even a little crying.
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Ning An, "Can I let my mother comb the last comb for me?"
"This... if the Crown Princess wants to, of course she can." Ning An was just slightly startled, then nodded with a smile, her gentle eyes full of wisdom and open-mindedness.
"No, I can't." Wei Feng took two steps back, "I am like this..."
"Fengfeng, you are very good. The past chapter was not what you wanted. You and Huayan will definitely grow old together." Zhang Qingjiu spoke every word, very slowly, like a prayer.
After learning about Ning'an's purpose and origin, she knew what Wei Feng was thinking.
"As a daughter, I feel honored and happy to have a mother like you." Zhang Qingjiu continued.
She was once cowardly because she had no one to rely on. She wanted to keep her only daughter, so she had to compromise. Isn't this the greatest bravery?
Some people always say that she has changed too much between the past and the present, but Fengfeng is Fengfeng. She has never changed, and she has never changed her love and care for her daughter.
"But I really..." Wei Feng was still flinching.
Even though she had Chu Xun in the second half of her life, the experiences in the first half of her life still made her feel that she was an unlucky and unfortunate person.
How could someone like her comb Xiao Jiuer's hair, which was the most important thing?
Wei Feng didn't come out, Zhang Qingjiu didn't move, and the air in the room seemed to have stopped for a moment.
At this moment, there was a sudden creaking sound from the door, and a tall figure wearing moonlight brocade clothes appeared in front of everyone, with a clear voice: "Xiao Jiu'er is right, my sister must be
He is a blessed person.”
When she saw this figure, Wei Feng finally couldn't help it and rushed out, "Brother?!"
Smiling at the people in the room, Wei Tunan opened his arms and said, "Azhao, brother is back."
In front of the dressing table, Zhang Qingjiu looked at the man with a satisfied smile under the moonlight and couldn't help but curl his lips.
It's great, Honghong is back too, everything is just right.
Finally, under the persuasion of Wei Tunan and Zhang Qingjiu, Wei Feng, with red eyes, took the concentric dragon and phoenix comb from Ning'an's hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Full head and full tail, many children.
life."
At this moment, it is dawn and the time is good.
When the last phoenix hairpin fell, Wei Feng couldn't help but blush again, and quickly turned around to get the wedding dress she had sewn for Zhang Qingjiu.
She thought she could only do this, but her daughter made all her wishes come true.
When Zhang Qingjiu appeared in front of everyone wearing a dark red brocade, a dragon and a phoenix outlined with gold threads and white jade, and covered with an extremely soft and thin but radiant crimson gauze, everyone couldn't help but
I held my breath.
The person in front of me, whose unparalleled beauty is looming under the Nanzhu Xipa adorned with grains of rice,
It is tied with a phoenix belt embroidered with flowing cloud yarn, which perfectly outlines the exquisite and graceful figure.
If the morning glow on the horizon rolls in from the depths of the world of mortals, it seems to burn out all this prosperity.