sbdcsierra Chapter 377 Wedding (1)
Chapter 377 Wedding (1)
The gorgeous wedding dress, which took more than a hundred embroiderers half a year to embroider, was a luxury item of the ancestral level that Zhang Xueming had never dared to dream of in his previous life. On the red jacquard satin outer robe with a hidden pattern of Baoxianghua and the horse-faced skirt, golden dragons and phoenixes soared among the colorful clouds, which was breathtakingly beautiful.
All the patterns were embroidered using the full embroidery technique, and the level of detail amazed Zhang Xueming.
After she sighed and tried it on, she was sure that there was no need to make any changes. Yang instructed her to embroider two stitches on an inconspicuous place on the cuff, and the wedding dress was then considered to have been embroidered by her own hands.
Yang showed Zhang Xueming the wedding process that the Zhang family had discussed and decided after many meetings, and couldn't help but mutter, "It's not like you're getting married, and it's not like you're marrying. No wonder. In the end, don't you still have to go back to the Zhang family to worship and entertain guests? I don't know what you're doing."
Zhang Xueming glanced through it quickly, and imagined the scene where several first-class families in the south received the news and denounced the reckless men in the north for being audacious, contrary to tradition, and unworthy of being included in the ranks of the aristocratic families. He couldn't help laughing.
"Mother, you taught me that a noble family carries the aspirations of the world. If we say this is right, then no one will dare to say we are wrong."
Yang was stunned. After a while, she couldn't help laughing, not hiding her pride: "That's right, there should only be one first-class family in the world."
Zhang Xueming had just comforted his mother when Gong Yuanzheng anxiously sent another message: [Zhao Zhao, my brother said that if this wedding process gets out, the Zhang family will be criticized by the southern families. You don't have to do this for me...]
Zhang Xueming took a sip of the hot tea on the table: [Ayuan, don't think too much. They are a noble family in the south, but they are weaklings with degraded martial virtues and only know how to talk. When the Zhang family changes the map of Dayan to show that everything outside the imperial capital is in the north, I believe they will shut up and follow suit.]
no way.
As the young mistress of the Zhang family, according to the marriage pattern of women in the world, she was asked to ride in a bridal sedan chair with a red dress following her for ten miles to enter the palace. The Zhang family would never accept this, and she didn't want to put herself in a difficult position.
But on the other hand, she didn't want Gong Yuanzheng to ride in a sedan chair, have the betrothal gifts turned into dowry, and be given the title of a son-in-law. She didn't want to be wronged like this.
It's neither fish nor fowl, but she is actually marrying a son-in-law, so it doesn't matter if she is deceiving herself or others.
Isn’t that the fame that the aristocratic family seeks?
All she wanted was that name.
[This process is just right now. I don't need a wise husband to help me manage the inner courtyard. You should walk side by side with me, whether in the lows or the highs. ]
Gong Yuanzheng was silent for a long time before he said softly: [...Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll go make you some new makeup.]
Zhang Xueming responded with a smile: [Okay, I will wait for the wedding day, and use the makeup you made to put on a beautiful makeup to charm you.]
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October 22nd, everything will be auspicious and it is a good day for getting married.
Zhang Xueming got up before dawn.
She bathed in the fragrant water, dried up her internal energy, put on her normal clothes, sat in front of the glass dressing mirror, closed her eyes and lay on her back. She asked the woman who came to open her face to pull the cotton thread to wring out the fine hair on her face.
Yang stopped the hairdresser, picked up the newly delivered hibiscus jade comb, and gently combed Zhang Xueming's hair: "One comb will comb all the way to the bottom, two combs will make your white hair reach your eyebrows, three combs will make your house full of children and grandchildren, four combs will make your relatives harmonious, five combs will bring good fortune to your family, six combs will bring good luck and avoid disasters, seven combs will keep you healthy and worry-free, eight combs will make everything go smoothly, nine combs will make you enjoy a variety of delicacies, and ten combs will make you have no taboos."
She combed her hair and recited a sentence, her eyes were red, but the corners of her mouth were raised high, and every sentence was a good wish.
After reciting the ten sentences, Yang handed the jade comb to the hairdresser, took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of her eyes, and stepped aside to watch the hairdresser tie up Zhang Xueming's hair.
The bangs were pinned up with tiny hairpins, revealing a smooth and full forehead, and she seemed to have suddenly matured several years.
Zhang Xueming was a little uncomfortable. He held his face in front of the mirror and looked left and right. He couldn't help but make expressions necessary for selfies such as smiling and pouting.
Yang had a feeling that the person sitting in front of the mirror was her conceited husband. She clenched her fists reflexively, and the slight sadness she felt about her daughter's marriage disappeared.
Even if Zhang Xueming grew up to be a fairy, she could not charm the mother who raised her since she was a child.
Yang urged impatiently in a low voice: "Don't be so conceited, put on your makeup quickly, your brothers are waiting for you outside the second gate."
Several maids stood on both sides of her holding a nine-square box in their hands. The box was full of cosmetics that Gong Yuanzheng had sent the day before, ranging from primer to setting powder.
Someone who studied makeup courses as if they were a way to change his head, used amazing speed to give himself a sharp and aggressive eyebrow look, and also pasted a golden diamond-shaped flower on the center of his eyebrows.
She put on golden bell earrings and, with the help of her maids, donned the bright red dragon and phoenix robe that must have weighed more than twenty kilograms.
Zhang Xueming could finally stand in front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror, open his arms, and admire the imposing "Wu Zetian" in the mirror.
She turned around and admired it enough, then squatted in front of the stunned Yang with satisfaction, waiting for the phoenix crown to be placed on her head.
The phoenix crown that Zhang Wenling sent was like a hat made of gold, inlaid with jewels of various colors, and with a phoenix with spread wings and curled tail and eighteen large and small flowers coiled with gold and silver threads.
Yang picked it up carefully and put it on her head.
Everyone looked again and saw that the young master was indeed extremely beautiful today, but her aura was too overwhelming. It did not seem like she was going to get married, but rather to ascend the throne.
Yang's motherly love had run out. She slapped Zhang Xueming in annoyance and said, "Be careful. Learn from your father and don't scare your little prince away."
On the wedding day, Zhang Xueming did not talk back. He raised his eyebrows, opened a wooden box on the dressing table, took out a bracelet made of jade beads and gold bells, put it on his left wrist, and walked to the second door surrounded by the crowd, with each step making a sound.
Outside the second gate, her four brothers and a group of nephews were all there. Yang felt that the makeup was too aggressive, but it won countless compliments from this group of direct descendants of the Zhang family.
Zhang Xueming was escorted to the main courtyard by a crowd of people, kowtowed to the Third Old Master and Zhang Wenling and his wife, listened to their teachings, and was then escorted out of the mansion.
At the gate of the mansion, a large chestnut horse covered in red and colorful ribbons snorted impatiently, raising and lowering its front hooves from time to time.
It stood up obediently only when its owner came to its side and rubbed its big head.
Zhang Xueming mounted the horse swiftly, his clothes fluttering.
The whole city of Changling was decorated with red, gongs and drums were beating, and the young master of the Qingzhang family was getting married.
……
Gong Yuanzheng had already changed into her wedding gown, tied her hair into a bun, and put on a gold, pearl and jade hair crown decorated with a unicorn stepping on fire.
He looked at the young man in the mirror who seemed to have become mature and reliable, and frowned uncomfortably.
Wanting to add a familiar element to his head, he opened the sandalwood box in front of the dressing mirror, took out a headband made for him by Zhang Xueming, looked at it, and put it back.
No, I can't wear this today.
He then took out a small golden bell, pursed his lips, and put it back.
Getting married means reaching adulthood early.
He couldn't be so unstable.