End Of Life, You Tell Me It's A Life Simulation?

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Cheng Lingsu was already smart, so he couldn't understand the meaning of Zhen's old saying.

It was precisely because of this that she was ashamed and anxious.

Shyness is part of it, but I don't want to force Big Brother Fang to promise something because of it.

She didn't care about that...

Just being with him is enough.

So, I was afraid that Mr. Zhen would misunderstand, and also afraid that Fang Han would not like it.

"Uncle Zhen, I begged Big Brother Fang to take me with me. This is already embarrassing for him..."

Mr. Zhen didn't listen to her, but looked at Fang Han solemnly: "Xiaoyou Fang, what do you mean?"

Fang Han turned his head to look at the flushed, shy and anxious pretty girl, and made up his mind.

Instead of answering directly, he asked Cheng Lingsu instead: "How old is my sister? Can you reach the age of Ji?"

In ancient times, when a woman reached the age of fifteen, it represented the age at which she could marry.

Generally speaking, this is the more particular kind. There are many ordinary people in Guizhou who get married at the age of eleven or twelve.

This is because the overall standard of living in ancient times was low, and the average survival age was very low, which can be called old age at around forty.

The time period of marriage is naturally pulled forward in order to pass on the family as soon as possible.

"ah!......"

Cheng Lingsu's face turned red when he heard this.

ask this...

My heart was beating violently, and my usual sharpness completely disappeared without a trace, and I was speechless for a moment.

"Why did you ask the girl's family directly?" Elder Zhen looked at Fang Han reproachfully, but the joy in his eyes was revealed.

His expression also eased slightly.

good.

At least not fooled.

"She is now more than sixteen in real age, and her false age can be called seventeen or eighteen. It's the right time!"

What is suitable?

Cheng Lingsu drooped his head, his face was red like fire, he was in a trance, staring in a daze.

Fang Han glanced at Cheng Lingsu in surprise, that is to say, when we first met, she was about fifteen or sixteen, and I felt more and more pity for her. God is pitiful, she needs to mend her bones.

In the past eight months, although he has improved a lot, his skin has become whiter and tenderer, and his body has become taller, but he still looks a little thinner.

Thinking about it, he immediately showed seriousness, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Zhen, I have the intention to marry Lingsu! It's just..."

Looking at Cheng Lingsu, he asked warmly, "I don't know Lingsu, do you want to?"

Cheng Lingsu's body trembled, almost unsteady.

His heart felt a little dry and a mess, he suddenly raised his head to take a look at Fang Han, and then immediately lowered his head.

"Fang, Brother Fang doesn't dislike Lingsu's birth in a cold environment, Lingsu, Lingsu is willing..."

His face was flushed and he was extremely shy, but Cheng Lingsu still responded directly to Fang Han's words.

She was indeed a breezy girl.

But even so, his voice at this time was unavoidably subtle, shy and soft.

"it is good!"

Old Zhen's expression couldn't hold back at all, he looked like a CP boss and his dream came true.

"Since that's the case! Then I will be the master, and I will marry Lingsu to you!"

He is Cheng Lingsu's uncle. As an elder, Cheng Lingsu also respects him, and he treats Cheng Lingsu as if he were his own. With this kind of relationship, he can say this.

Having said that, Fang Han was eventually kicked out.

Want to get married?

sure.

Follow the etiquette rules!

Standing outside, Fang Han smiled wryly.

But there is nothing to say, getting married is a major event in life, no matter how important it is, it is normal.

In ancient times, there were six ceremonies for marriage, Na Cai, Asking Name, Na Ji, Na Zheng, Asking Date, and Greeting.

The families of high-ranking families are very particular, while those of ordinary families in Qianshou are much simpler, but the process is almost the same.

First ask the matchmaker to come to the door to propose marriage, and after some dealings, choose a good and auspicious day to get married.

After finishing a set of things, it was already half a month later.

On this day, the red lanterns were hung high, and Fang Han's small courtyard was quite lively.

There were many guests, and many neighbors and friends were entertained.

The bustle and bustle did not dissipate until the evening.

In the new house, the bride is sitting on the bed with red makeup and wedding dress, wearing a red hijab, with a slender waist, quietly.

Fang Han covered his forehead, somewhat drunk.

Although he has no relatives in this life, but in this Linshui County, his reputation is gradually getting outside. Hearing the news of his marriage caused a lot of waves.

Many of the guests who came and went today came here because of the reputation, gave congratulatory gifts, and had a wedding wine.

After going back and forth, even if the alcohol content was low, he drank a little too much.

When he came to the bride, he gently pulled up the red hijab, revealing a face full of embarrassment and joy, with affectionate brows.

When I saw her, she was always dressed plainly in a jingchai sarong, but now that she was dressed up, she looked more elegant and dignified, with a different charm.

Cheng Lingsu's eyes were as clear as water, but he didn't dare to look at Fang Han. With a light touch, he lowered his eyes as if fleeing, and whispered, "Brother Fang..."

Fang Han's calm state of mind also caused waves. He gently took the beautiful woman's hand, and felt soft and slender when touched. He rubbed it slightly, looked at Cheng Lingsu and said with a smile:

"Sister, we have been married, and you and I will be husband and wife from now on."

"Hmm..." Cheng Lingsu blushed and responded softly.

Fang Han gently embraced Miss Cheng into his arms, and it was quite beautiful to embrace her tenderly.

There is a clear and quiet, seemingly absent medicinal fragrance.

Light, but nice smell.

Fang Han rubbed Miss Cheng's hair and said in a low voice.

Cheng Lingsu closed his eyes, blushed and said, "First, let's blow out the candles..."

The candles are slightly extinguished, if there is nothing.

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