Chapter 754 The Wedding Night. ,

As soon as the words fell, the sound of crackling firecrackers came from outside the mansion.

Yun took a white jade fan and stuffed it into Song Zhao's hand, "Let's go out soon."

The wedding dresses were complicated and laid out layer upon layer on the ground.

The old lady Song and Song Yao of the Yun family carefully dragged Song Zhao's long skirt, surrounded him and went out.

The surrounding maids then opened the way, and through the gaps in the round fan, they saw Song Zhaona's face, which became more and more shocking after putting on red makeup, and praised how beautiful it was.

Wen Nuo and Sheng Minggui arrived in time and did not miss Song Zhao's astonishment when he went out.

"I've attended many wedding banquets, and almost every bride can't help but shed tears, why is there no trace of crying at all?" Wen Nuo whispered to Sheng Minggui.

Sheng Minggui smiled, "The reason why the bride is crying is because after she gets married, she needs a husband to teach her children, and she can no longer return to her mother's house at will. And our Princess Zhaoyang has her own mansion, and what she married was not a husband, but a son-in-law."

In other words, Song Zhao got married, but just got an extra residence, so there was nothing to be sad about.

Wen Nuo understood, "So, if a woman wants to be happy, she must have real skills."

Firecrackers sounded.

Si Yu came from outside the mansion surrounded by a crowd.

Red and green danced up and down the Song Mansion, and everything was brightly colored.

However, in the eyes of the regent, the brightest color is his beloved bride.

Song Zhao stood under the eaves.

It was already the twelfth lunar month, the sky was cold and there was no sunshine at all.

There are red lanterns hanging outside the eaves, reflecting the girl's fiery red wedding dress, creating a bright spring scene.

Song Zhao wears a stunning phoenix crown, towering cloud temples, tassels falling from between the brows, sticking to the white and tender skin, delicate and bright.

Si Yu was fascinated.

Song Zhao adorned Dan Kou's fingers, pinched the fan Bing lightly, moved slightly to one side, and looked at her groom in the distance.

It was the first time for the powerful minister to wear such a bright color as red, and he looked extraordinarily handsome.

At this time, the sky began to snow.

The first snow of this winter has fallen.

The matchmaker sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs reminded, "It's time for the elder brother to carry the younger sister on the sedan chair."

The three brothers of the Song family stood opposite each other in all their attire, and looked at each other when they heard the words.

They are both Song Zhao's elder brothers, and they all want to be the one who carries their sister out.

But according to the rules, it should be the eldest brother.

Song Jingxian looked at Song Zhao quietly.

His fists were clenched tightly in his cuffs, not daring to move.

He didn't want to upset his sister on her big day.

"Brother, I'm sorry to trouble you." Song Zhao covered his face behind the fan with a soft voice.

Song Jingxian was taken aback.

Is my sister asking him to carry it?

He came to Song Zhao almost mechanically, leaning over with his back to Song Zhao.

Song Zhao slowly climbed onto Song Jingxian's back, wrapping his arms around Song Jingxian's neck.

Song Jingxian turned around and walked out step by step.

He bowed his head.

The sound of firecrackers in my ears.

The younger sister took a shallow breath, which stained Song Jingxian's eyes red.

"Little sister...you have to go home often to see if you are married."

"I know." Song Zhao was very obedient, paused for a while, and said slowly, "Thank you, brother."

Song Jingxian paused.

This sentence almost brought tears to his eyes.

He took a deep breath, holding back the soreness.

He walked steadily step by step, just like Song Zhao climbed on his back and let him carry it when he was a child.

At the veranda of the Song Mansion under his feet, he had walked with Song Zhao on his back time and time again.

From babbling to toddler.

Now, he will finally send his sister to another man behind his back.

Go outside the mansion.

Song Jingxian sent her sister to Si Yu's hands, the moment she let go, Song Jingxian gritted her teeth and whispered in Si Yu's ear,

"If you dare to bully her, I will not let you go."

"I don't dare." Si Yu smiled and dragged Song Zhao's waist into the carriage.

When the man approached, his breath was warm, and suddenly there was a burst of tangy fragrance, and he didn't know that his clothes were smoked with several catties of spices.

The regent noticed the momentary stiffness of Xiaojiaoniang's body, and leaned into Song Zhao's ear and whispered, "Azhao, did the king fall in love with you today?"

Song Zhao almost choked on the spices on his body, held his breath suddenly, and quickly pulled down the bead curtain.

With a big smile on his face, Si Yu turned over and rode his horse.

The man is confident.

Sure enough, little Azhao was almost fascinated by him.