Zhao Shuhui's good day was on the 16th. Mrs. Zhao Cui didn't want to deal with the mansion, so she simply stayed in the village and waited until she drank Zhao Shuhui's wedding wine before returning to the city. In this way, she could justifiably avoid drinking Zhao Yufang's wedding wine.

On the 16th, Zhao Wangshu and the other two arrived at Zhao Shuhui’s house early in the morning. Without saying a few words, Mrs. Xi came to help the bride dress up.

Under the skillful hands of Mrs. Xi, Zhao Shuhui was quickly dressed up in a bright red wedding dress and a flower crown on her head.

Mrs. Liu came in to see her daughter, holding a small bowl of red date sweet porridge in her hand, "Shuhui." Before she could say anything, her eyes turned red.

“Aniang.” Zhao Shuhui’s eyes were moist.

"Hey, hey, the bride can't cry. She won't be beautiful if she wears makeup." Mrs. Xi quickly stopped her.

"Mrs. Xi is right, Shuhui, don't cry. Come, I'll feed you porridge." Ms. Liu sat down on the pillar.

“Thank you, Auntie.” Zhao Shuhui forced back her tears.

When Mrs. Liu was feeding Zhao Shuhui porridge, Mrs. Xi said auspicious words, "One spoonful of gold, two spoons of silver, three spoons and four spoons will bring peace. Five spoons will bring happiness, wealth and longevity, and six spoons will bring peace to the whole family." . Seven spoons and eight spoons will lead to a long life, nine spoons and ten spoons will last forever. The bride drinks this bowl of sweet porridge, and her life is sweet and prosperous."

Zhao Yingniang puffed up He smiled and said, "Mrs. Xi is really capable. She speaks auspicious words every time she opens her mouth."

"Mother Xi is famous for her clever tongue from all over the country." Zhao Shuhui's aunt said with a smile beside her.

After Zhao Shuhui finished drinking the porridge, Mrs. Liu, Mrs. Xi and Mrs. Xiao Liu went out.

Zhao Wangshu and the other three chatted with Zhao Shuhui until the sound of firecrackers sounded outside and the Guo family's sedan chair came to the door. Then Mrs. Xi quickly came in and put the hijab on Zhao Shuhui.

Zhao Yingniang quickly closed the door, "I won't open the door unless my brother-in-law gives me enough red envelopes to open the door."

Several of Zhao Shuhui's younger brothers welcomed him out. After asking for money to open the door and making it difficult to welcome his relatives, the people next to him urged him, "The auspicious time is coming."

Guo Tiesheng, who was wearing a large red silk flower on his chest, smiled naively. He said: "Please ask some brothers-in-law to make it easier for me to pick up the bride."

Everyone got out of the way with laughter. Guo Tiesheng arrived at the door of the new house, knocked on the door and said: " Madam, I’m here to pick you up.”

“If you want to pick up the bride, you have to give her a red envelope.” Zhao Yingniang blocked the door, while Zhao Wangshu and Zhao Xiuniang looked at the groom from the window.

Guo Tiesheng is worthy of being a blacksmith. He is tall and burly, as strong as a cow, and his voice is particularly loud.

It wasn’t until he stuffed six red envelopes in that Zhao Yingniang opened the door and said, “Brother-in-law married my sister, so you should treat her well.”

Guo Tiesheng patted his chest happily, “ Don’t worry, I will treat Shuhui like a baby.”

He picked up Zhao Shuhui, and apart from seeing off his relatives, the other family members had a banquet and then dispersed.

Zhao Wangshu followed Zhao Cui and Zhao Li home and found Zhao Yin and Yun Hao coming.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Wangshu asked Yun Hao aside in a sweet voice.

Yun Hao whispered: "I missed you, I came to pick you up."

"I miss you too." Zhao Wangshu smiled sweetly.

The two held hands and talked quietly.

It was still early, so the two of them went out to the mountains.

In early winter, it is desolate and the ground is covered with fallen leaves.

Zhao Wangshu picked up a fallen leaf from the ground, "Yunhao, look at this leaf that has been gnawed by insects into a heart shape."

"Insects know people's hearts. A leaf expresses lovesickness." Yun Hao smiled softly.

Zhao Wangshu smiled slyly, "Then keep it as a souvenir."

Yun Hao took the leaf and carefully put it into his arms.

The two continued to move forward, and soon they arrived at a cotinus forest.

The leaves are like fire, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding desolation.

Zhao Wangshu looked at the red leaves on the tree with amazement in his eyes, "Yun Hao, do you think these maple leaves look like flames in winter?"

Yun Hao picked them off. A piece of red cotinus leaf, "This fiery red color is just like my feelings for you, strong and hot."

"My Lord Yun, you are becoming more and more good at talking about love. "Zhao Wangshu snuggled into his arms.

Yun Hao lowered his head and smelled the fragrance of her hair, and said softly: "The words from the heart are naturally beautiful."

It was almost dusk, and the wind on the mountain became colder. Only then did the people go down the mountain hand in hand.

The next day, the family returned to the city with several cars of things.

That afternoon, Mrs. Zhao Cui couldn’t wait to invite the official media. Zhao Yin had been promoted a few days ago and was now the sixth rank minister of the Hanlin Academy.

The rank of minister is not high, but minister is a relatively noble position in the Hanlin Academy. He is mainly responsible for drafting edicts for the emperor and giving lectures and readings.

Although his official rank is not high, his position is close to that of the emperor and he has certain real power and influence.

Mrs. Zhao Cui took the official matchmaker and the betrothal gift list to Princess Duan Changchang's house to propose marriage. Princess Duan Changchang was satisfied with Zhao Yin's official position, but she would definitely refuse the first marriage proposal.

Princess Duan Chengcheng coughed lightly and said: "Old lady, Ling Sun's future is limitless, and I am very satisfied with him. But I must consider marriage matters first."

Mrs. Zhao Cui was not surprised when she heard this reason and smiled: "What the eldest princess said is that marriage matters really need to be carefully considered. Then please think about it and come back to visit me in a few days."

Princess Duan Changcheng smiled and nodded, and politely asked the maid to see off the guests. She then entered the inner courtyard to find Song Yuanqu, "Zhao Yin's grandmother brought the official matchmaker to propose marriage."

Song Yuanqu's eyes lit up, "Did mother agree?"

"You, a girl who hates getting married, like the boy from the Zhao family so much?" Princess Duan stretched out her finger and placed it on her forehead. One poke.

Song Yuanqu smiled shyly, "Brother Zhao treats me very well. I, I am willing to marry him." The second half of the sentence was almost inaudible like a mosquito or ant.

"What did you say?" Princess Duan grew up and asked with a smile.

“Mother, why don’t you agree?” Song Yuanqu asked.

"If he agrees to the proposal of marriage for the first time, he must ask the Zhao family to mention it a few more times to show his sincerity." Princess Duan grew up and said.

"Mother, please don't embarrass the Zhao family's grandma too much." Song Yuanqu begged.

"The girl with her elbows turned outward." Princess Duan grew up and poked her in the forehead again.

But when Zhao Shuqing learned that Zhao Cui came to the princess mansion to propose marriage to Song Yuanqu on behalf of her grandson, Princess Duan grew up and didn't drive her away immediately. She seemed to want to agree, so she immediately panicked.

She accepted Princess Duan as her adoptive mother in order to be a good match for Chen Xiao.

If Princess Duan grows up and marries her biological daughter to a sixth-grade official, then who will her adopted daughter be married to?

Zhao Shuqing went to see Princess Duan Changcheng by sending bird's nest soup, "Foster mother, I heard that someone came to ask to marry Sister Yuanqu. Is this true?"

Princess Duan Chengchang was drinking tea. After hearing what Zhao Shuqing said, she didn't even raise her eyelids and said, "Yes, that's what happened."

"Foster mother, how did you reply to her?"

"Chunjuan, this matter has nothing to do with you. You don't need to ask or think too much."

"Yes." Zhao Shuqing bowed his head reluctantly and replied.

Crazy, it’s scheduled to go on the 27th.