Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 14 Marriage

Chapter 14 Marriage (2)

Although the grandma is getting old, her legs and feet are still sharp, and she is well-known in the village for her skill in combing her hair with one hand. She is the longest-lived old man in Xiahe Village, with a high reputation. Saw her elderly figure.

However, grandma has a set of rules, she won't go to people with bad reputation.

Originally, she didn't like the little stepmother of the Wen family, but when Wen Wan's biological mother, Mrs. Lu, was still there, she respected her grandma very much, and grandma also looked forward to seeing that gentle and generous girl.

So just when she heard that Wen Wan was going to get married, Grandma Grandma offered to comb the child's hair and send her off in person.

When Wen Wan's aunt went to invite someone, she was still thinking about how to persuade the old man to come and support the child, but she was hit with a call.

Grandma came in on a crutch, and the women who were talking in the room immediately shut up and called grandma respectfully.

Grandma looked at Wen Wan who was sitting in front of the mirror. She had already put on a red wedding gown. It was made by herself, and the size was not bad. It fit her body perfectly, making her look more petite and exquisite. Like water tofu, smooth and tender.

Grandma was in a daze for a moment, and said: "Good girl, this handsome appearance is just like your mother's."

It was the first time for Wen Wan to hear her grandma talk about the Lu family, and she turned her head curiously.

Grandma sighed, "If she's still here, I guess it won't be my old lady's job to comb your hair right now."

After saying that, he handed the cane to the aunt beside him, reached for the comb, and began to comb Wen Wan's hair, saying a lot of auspicious words.

Mrs. Zhou went outside to entertain her bluffing old lady.

The uncle knew that the stepmother was no good, so she took the time to whisper a few words to Wen Wan.

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The Song family invited the wedding team from the county seat to bring the sedan chair.

The sound of gongs and drums dispelled the last lingering cold in late winter.

The willows are drawn, and the spring is in harmony.

Song Wei stood in the Wen family hall, saying goodbye to his father-in-law and mother-in-law. The man's voice was deep and magnetic, and he spoke at a leisurely pace, as if even a big event could not easily cause him to make waves. There is a reassuring peace and stability.

Wen Wan stood beside her.

Under the hijab, the small mouth with a thin layer of lip balm turned up, and the cheeks were slightly flushed.

She couldn't open her mouth, Song Wei said everything for her, but at the last moment, she was supported by her aunt to kneel down and kowtowed three times to her father.

The wedding ceremony of the Song and Wen families almost caught up with the small families in the county town, and the people who came to join in the fun were crowded together.

Wen Wan was carried out of the door by the big hall brother, heard the voices of the neighbors, and thought that so many eyes were fixed on her, her heart beat fast.

The bridal sedan chair set off, the road from Xiahe Village to Shanghe Village was not far away, so it didn't take long to arrive.

Mrs. Song and Father Song were already sitting in the main room waiting.

As the bridal sedan chair approached, Song Fang took her nephew Song Yuanbao's hand to announce the good news.

Father Song was full of relief.

Mrs. Song had a blank face and didn't respond. If it wasn't for the old fortune teller in the town who said that her son's horoscope was not good and that he was in bad luck, and that being combined with a gentle horoscope would bring luck, she would agree to the marriage when she was full. .

The bride and groom have already walked in.

The officiant was the head of the Song family, and as he sang loudly, the couple began to pray to heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)

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