Chapter 421: Marry (four)

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Auntie, I am coming!
I am coming to marry you!
Wei Yan did not know how he got to the bed. Xi Niang seems to say something, he did not understand. He stood in front of Ling Jing, and looked at her for a long time.
The people who came to see the lively people saw the appearance of the groom's official, and they all laughed at each other.
On the day of getting married, the groom’s official happiness is a matter of righteousness. There are also advance and retreat instruments. I really didn't expect that Wei Tai, who was known for his calm and calm, would have made so many jokes on the day of his marriage.
Wei Yan was not too embarrassed, and he ignored it. He bowed his head and whispered in Ling Jing’s ear: "Auntie, I am coming to marry you."
Ling Jing姝 gently snorted, the voice was a little choked.
Xi Niang smiled and put the joy into the hands of Wei Yan: "Groom officer, take the bride to go to the family, and go to the sedan earlier!"
If you temper like this, you still don't know how many jokes you have to make.
Wei Yan finally returned to the gods, clenched the red ribbon in his hand, and surrounded the crowd, led the beloved girl to worship the elders.
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In the Zhengtang's main hall, Wei Yan and Ling Jingwei arranged side by side under the gesture of Xi Niang. First, I would like to worship the old lady, and then come to Ling and his wife, Ling Siye and his wife, and finally Ling Wuye and Li.
Li has gotten awkwardly. Today, he can't talk freely. He doesn't dare to put on his face. He smiles and says: "Auntie, after you marry someone, don't forget your family, come back often."
The bride was inconvenient to open his mouth, and Wei Yan took the initiative to answer: "Yes, Xiao Yan must bring her back later."
When it was Lingwu's turn, Ling Wuye Zhangkou said a long list, and Ling Lingjing became a relative and then kept the three from the four Germans.
Ling Jing's example is a hoe, and gently responded.
By farewell to the peers, there is not much to pay attention to. After Wei Yan got up, he would sway to the archers of the Ling family.
The woman is married, her feet are not in the mother's house, and her brothers are carrying the sedan chair.
This candidate is of course not a singer.
Ling Xiao bent down and leaned down, and the two Xi Niang helped Ling Jing to go forward, leading Ling Jing to the back of Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao backed the silence and slowly walked toward the sedan chair.
It’s not long, it’s slow, and it’s not much time.
Ling Xiao, who has been holding hard, after seeing Ling Jing’s squatting in the sedan chair, finally couldn’t help but cry out:
Auntie, aunt!

He really can't bear to marry aunt. Although the younger siblings can often meet each other in the future, the woman who can marry someone is the wife of someone else's family, which is different from the previous one.
Ling Jing姝 listened to Ling Xiao’s crying, and her heart was sour and sour, and she cried in a low voice.
It is also one of the customs to marry a bride.
Xi Niang didn't care, and smiled at the people on Wei Yan's side: "The bride can't help her family, it is inevitable. Ji Shi has arrived, and told the bearer to pick up the car!"
In the sound of the firecrackers, the bearers steadily lifted the sedan chair.
Mrs. Ling twisted her head aside and dropped a few tears.
Ling Jingyi is the most reluctant, holding Jiang's wow and crying. Anxious Zhang Hao was spinning around her: "Auntie, you are pregnant with children, you should not be too excited. Don't cry any more..."
Ling Jingzhen heard where he went in, and he cried a lot.
Ling Xiao also cried for a long time.
All of this, Ling Jingyu sitting in the sedan chair, although not witnessed, but also guess what it would be like.
It’s hard to cry for a long time. Marriage is the happiest moment in life for a woman, and the most sour and sad day.
Married a good man has the joy of entrustment for life, mixed with the reluctance of leaving his loved ones, incomprehensible complexity and subtlety. The taste of the people can only be experienced.
I don't know how long it took, and the voice of Xi Niang passed from the car to the ear of Ling Jing's ear: "The girl cried all the way, and she should take a break. So I didn't cry and makeup, crying red eyes. Go to the Weifu, a hijab But it will be a joke."
Wei Yan will not make fun of her.
Ling Jing姝 silently thought, after listening to Xi Niang’s comfort, stopped crying. Take out the red puff and gently wipe the tears on his face. (To be continued.)