Just after Yinshi, Song Wan got up and prepared to enter the palace to face the saint.
"Your hair-tying skills are the best, so there's no need to put in so much effort."
Seeing Lu Zhu stay up all night and twisting her hair with vanilla all night long, Song Wan couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
Luzhu smiled and said: "I haven't tied my hair for a long time, and my hands are not at all raw. Fortunately, there are herbs here tonight, so I can regain some feeling."
Just as he was talking, Lu Zhu used a white jade spoon to scoop up a drop of jasmine scented dew and put it on his wrists, and then gently rubbed it until the fragrance was released. Then he picked up Song Wan's hair and gently tied it up.
"My servant chose Chaoyun Xiangxiang bun for the young lady. It is said that she should wear a peony head when entering the palace, but our dowry does not have matching head and face jewelry, and it really cannot support the look of wealth."
"Although the old lady and my wife sent me a few sets, they are rich and noble but not energetic."
Song Wan half-closed his eyes, feeling a little sleepy: "Good Green Bamboo, I'll let you make the decision."
She also knew that Luzhu was in trouble.
The Hou Mansion is now unable to make ends meet, and most of the jewelry sent by the old lady and Jiang's mother are dowry items from the two of them. Although they are valuable, they are not new in style, and the colors and styles are not suitable for her.
And she married into the Hou family as a widower. The dowry did not include jewelry, rouge, gouache, etc. There was not even any colorful material.
Normally, when Jiang Xingjian returned to Beijing, the Song government should give her a new dowry, but her father and brother went to the villa to escape the summer with Sheng, so the matter was delayed.
"Miss, can you see if it's okay?"
Luzhu called Song Wan gently, and Song Wan looked up at himself in the bronze mirror, feeling a little unfamiliar.
"After six years of wearing a plain bun, I accidentally wore a hairpin and I felt a little uncomfortable."
The girl in the mirror is swaying among the golden begonia flowers, and against the backdrop of the ruby green hairpin, she looks extremely beautiful and delicate. Her skin is as white as snow and as white as fat. Now she only dresses up slightly, which makes the whole room of peonies and peonies lose their color.
Song Wan pursed his lips and curved his eyes into a slightly restrained smile.
"Miss, you are so beautiful."
Heng Zhi and Heng Wu carried their clothes into the house and were stunned when they saw Song Wan put on makeup.
For her clothes, Song Wan chose a concubine red dress embroidered with silver and blue clouds pattern. She was barely considered a newlywed now, so she wore red to suit the occasion.
By the time I was fully dressed, it was getting bright.
Jiang Xingjian was waiting in the courtyard. He was also wearing imperial red today. Song Wan came slowly with the support of Heng Zhi. Standing together, the two of them seemed to be a perfect match made in heaven and earth.
"Please, ma'am."
Jiang Xingjian lifted up the brocade sedan in the courtyard, and Song Wan bowed and sat in. Before she lowered the sedan curtain, she saw Jiang Xingjian's blush from behind his ears to his neck.
Song Wan pursed his lips, a little bit of shame on his face.
The old woman in the west carried the sedan to outside the Chuihua Gate, where there was an empty sedan prepared for the accompanying maids. After Heng Zhi Heng Wu sat in, the old woman carrying the sedan chair stepped back, and eight other young men with upright looks and nimble legs came from other places.
The sedan arrived in front of the corner gate of the Hou Mansion. The woman in the mansion held up the green gauze curtain to block out a gauze wall. Only then did Heng Zhi Heng Wu get out of the sedan chair and help Song Hu get into the carriage.
Jiang Xingjian sat on the carriage and reached out to support Song Wan.
Song Wan's face turned red, and he gently placed his hand in the man's palm.
The space inside the carriage was cramped, and the two of them were dressed in cumbersome clothes. They couldn't stretch their bodies and their knees would inevitably touch.
Jiang Xingjian felt that the weather was sultry today, and soon a little sweat appeared on his face. He lifted up a corner of the soft gauze to let out a breath.
Song Wan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the palms placed on his knees were a little hot due to nervousness.
The rules for entering the palace were complicated, and the two of them had been waiting at the palace gate very early. When the Holy Father's instructions came, Jiang Xingjian felt that his inner clothes were almost torn through.
When he got off the carriage, he reached out to pick up Song Wan. Their palms touched each other, and the heat made them let go.
"lady……"
Jiang Xingjian's throat tightened, and she coughed lightly to relieve the embarrassment.
Song Wan was still in the car and had not gotten out of the car. Seeing this, Heng Zhi wanted to step forward to help her, but Jiang Xingjian took a step ahead of her, grabbed Song Wan's slender waist with one hand, and half-carried him out of the car.
The two of them have never been so close. The girl's body is fragrant and fragrant, and the man's cold fragrance is dyed with a faint floral flavor, which is quite intoxicating.
Song Wan landed and Jiang Xingjian immediately stopped his hand.
Hengzhi looked up and saw that her young lady and her uncle seemed to have been in the fumigation cage. They were both covered in crimson color from head to toe, and her young lady's ear beads looked more like they were bleeding.
Jiang Xingjian has not yet ascended the throne, he is just a white man. The emperor summoned the two of them to the palace, mostly out of sympathy for his ministers. After asking a few questions about the situation that day, and giving some gold, silver, and jewelry to express some comfort, he went to deal with government affairs.
So Jiang Xingjian and Song Wan went to Concubine Yun's Changxin Palace first.
In Changxin Palace, Song Yunning burst into tears when she saw Song Wan.
"Greetings to Concubine Yun..."
"Wan'er, get up quickly, my aunt won't see you doing this great gift."
Concubine Yun stepped down and held Song Wan in her arms, stroking her back.
She is seven years older than Song Wan. She is said to be an aunt, but she has the same affection as mother and daughter. Song Wan had been well-behaved and sensible since she was a child. When she saw her joy, she put him in her courtyard and took him with her.
But since the other party married into the Hou Mansion, the two have not seen each other for six years.
Song Yuning hugged Song Wan tightly, her words choked with sobs.
The aunt and nephew reminisced about old times affectionately, with Jiang Xingjian accompanying them. Song Yuning was worried that Song Wan would be ruined by crying, so she stopped mentioning sad things.
"Look what aunt has prepared for you."
The female officer next to Concubine Yun announced to the outside world that a dozen eunuchs filed in before long, and six or seven boxes half as high as a person were carried in. Song Yuning opened them one by one. Inside were all the jewelry, cloth and other items she had saved for Song Wan over the years.
"In the past, when I saw these things, I wanted to keep them with you. I thought it would be fine if I wouldn't need them in the future..."
Her words stopped abruptly as soon as she left her mouth, but Jiang Xingjian understood what Concubine Yun meant. These things were what she planned to use for Song Wan's burial in the future.
"Now that it's better, my aunt's efforts are not in vain."
Song Wan resisted, but Concubine Yun was very tough: "These are nothing, my aunt has something really good to give to you two."
Concubine Yun said: "I specially asked for this from Taoist Erhuan. When you return to the Marquis Mansion, you will hang it in your room to get good luck."
Song Wan took a painting from the female officer's hand, and when Concubine Yun asked her to open it, he thought it was some famous artist's handwriting and opened it without any precautions.
Jiang Xingjian stood aside to help her hold the scroll, and they both blushed when they saw the content in the painting.
The painting shows a pair of golden boy and jade girl. The golden boy is holding a bright red peach, and the jade girl is holding a lotus leaf. The two are leaning against each other, which is very pleasant. In terms of painting skills, the characters in this painting have a naive and amiable expression, and the form and spirit are complete. At first glance, it is a work that can be passed down from generation to generation.
Just this picture...
Song Wan hurriedly closed the painting, but he forgot that Jiang Xingjian was still holding the bottom scroll with one hand, and he almost tore the painting.
Seeing this, Jiang Xingjian calmly held Song Wan's hand, and after silently comforting him, he put away the picture of the two immortals in his hand.
The picture of the two immortals in harmony is the two immortals that must be enshrined in the wedding night. It not only means joy and harmony, but also means continuous prosperity and many children and blessings.
Jiang Xingjian pinched the picture of the Harmony and the Two Immortals in his hand, and suddenly his throat felt itchy.
