My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 297 Married Yo

  Obviously, Xiaopang regarded himself as a martial arts genius without a single chance. When he met an uncle who sold twenty Tathagata palms on the street, he could be fooled by him.

  Jiang He quit the deception of the children, and resolutely refused to admit that he was his master.

  Fisting and swordsmanship, just teach Xu Qing, lest he always wants to be his own teacher and teach each other, he will be even, and then he will be different from each other. .

   Jiang He pulled Gong Ping across the road, ignoring that Xiaopang was calling for the master, and soon walked away.

   "Why did he call you master?" Gong Ping was curious about this question.

   "Because I am a hidden master, I can beat Xu Qing so yelling."

   "Oh~"

  Gong Ping understood instantly.

Xiaopang saw Xu Qing making a shot, and then thought Xu Qing was a martial arts master, and then saw the two flirting and cursing, Jiang He chasing Xu Qing, so he wanted to worship Jiang He who beat the martial arts master so hard to fight back. Be a master.

  What a stupid kid.

  Automatically made up for the misunderstanding, Gong Ping looked back, that Xiaopang no longer knew where to go.

  The wind in March is very soft, with a hint of coolness. It is not cut like a cold winter, nor is it as hot as the summer season.

  In another month, Jiang He will start to get busy. They are scheduled to get married in early May, and many things have to be prepared.

  Different from Jiang He, Xu Qing is looking forward to this wedding very much. If I don’t do it, I always feel that something is missing. When the wedding is done, everything will be well afterwards, and the small days are in the future.

  Xu Qing was happy when he thought of two people getting married. He looked at Jiang He silly from time to time. Jiang He was stared at him so badly that he couldn't help but beat him before he calmed down.

  Xu Qing was very dissatisfied with Jiang He's irritability, "Young people, just heart~floating~qi~rough."

   "What is your heart floating?"

   "Impatient."

  "I am a thousand-year-old grandmother." Jiang He curled his mouth, lowered his head and tapped the keyboard with his fingers.

  Some question: "If we go back to ancient times, how can we set off an industrial revolution?"

He Miao from Kaiyuan: "First of all, it’s best to meet a good-hearted person, or you may starve to death, and then it’s best to learn martial arts, and you can protect yourself when you go out. Of course, it’s best to mix in a small stockade and settle for food The problem, I'll continue to figure it out..."

  ……

  After a difficult month.

  May 8, Yihai Day, Mingtang is on duty, everything is suitable.

  The hotel is arranged by the wedding company. The wedding decorations are all red, with red lanterns hanging high, classical screens, antique wooden furniture, and light gauze curtains.

When discussing the needs with the wedding company, Xu Qing emphasized that he should be beaming. Although he did not know what an ancient marriage was like, Jiang He had only seen it from a distance. Same, take the microphone and say something sensational and wipe a tear.

  Xu Qing felt that it was embarrassing, and it shouldn’t be a happy day.

  Before it started, Qin Mao came early, found Xu Wenbin, and said vigorously: "This is interesting, really interesting, how much does it cost? Isn't it expensive?"

   "No, it looks gorgeous, but it's just like that..."

   "It's so fresh." Qin Maocai exclaimed, "I haven't seen it yet. It's festive, hey, are you excited?"

  "Xiaoqingzi got married, what am I excited about?" Xu Wenbin said with disdain.

   "Are you unhappy about your son getting married?"

  "Happy is happy..."

  Xu Wenbin smacked and felt complicated. In fact, when Xu Qing suddenly got his marriage certificate, his mood was more intense at that time. Now...

  Looking at this popular venue, the Chinese wedding, he was a little touched inexplicably.

  Smelly boy, maybe he was influenced by him, or he chose Chinese style to show him. He has done a lifetime of history, and this boy got married in a classical style.

  Xu Wenbin thinks this son is okay.

  Xu Qing didn't know Xu Wenbin's inexplicable touch, but it also felt interesting. The old man studied history and he married an ancient daughter-in-law.

  This product is leaning at Xu Wenbin, and Xu Wenbin will even be wrong.

  I am interested...

  In fact, that car is a bit old...

There is no emcee in the Chinese style. It is a matchmaker or Xi Niang. This is arranged by the wedding company. A woman with a festive appearance, with red body and specially painted red lips, is very eloquent. You can feel it when you communicated before marriage. ,professional.

  It’s different from usual weddings. There is no trivial custom of coming to welcome the bride, Carmen, handing out red envelopes to find shoes. When the guests are almost there, when it’s auspicious, the ceremony begins and Xi Niang comes out to warm up the atmosphere.

  Gong Ping sat on the table and kept looking outside, curious what it was like Jiang He came out today.

  Wang Zijun and Qin Hao screamed, hiding behind and arguing with Xu Qingpin.

  "Groom, did you see it? This is called the groom. What do you think of wearing a suit..."

   "It sounds like you are not wearing clothes." Qin Hao retorted.

  "Where is the bride? When will the bride come out?" Wang Zijun looked at it for a long time and didn't know what the process was.

   "Bridden sedan chair come in." Xu Qing raised his head, "Hurry out, I haven't played here yet, go go, I'll show up in a while."

  In the city, there is no way to ride over to meet the relatives on horseback. Even the wedding company can’t solve the problem. Otherwise, he would have to ride a white horse and wear a big red flower, and then majestic and majestic to take Jiang He over.

   "Affectionate."

  Wang Wang Zijun waited to talk about it. Hearing Xi Niang announcing the bride's entry, he dragged Qin Hao to see.

  The sedan chair came from a long distance outside, accompanied by a cheerful and bright rhythm of musical instruments, and then the sedan chair was lifted. The tone of the music changed and the atmosphere was instantly ignited.

  Prosperous and lively, Jiang He sat in the sedan chair holding his clothes tightly, panicked to death.

   So this is marriage...

  After waiting for the sedan chair to be upside down for several times, she reacted, took out the red envelope to give a reward to the sedan chair, and then stepped down.

  The next moment, Xu Qing smiled like a flower and took the big red silk to pick up Jiang He.

   "Damn, I knew I did the same, what kind of car!" Wang Zijun slapped his thigh, and Qin Hao rolled his eyes next to him, and he got up.

  The line of luxury cars is not more pomp than this?

   Jiang He, who was wearing a dragon and phoenix gown with a red hijab, was pulled out by Xu Qing, led forward, and crossed the brazier—the brazier was not a real fire, but a prop.

  That’s what it means. They dare to cross the real fire, and the wedding company dare not arrange it.

   "You stay closer to me."

   "Don't get too close, it will squeeze you away."

   The two whispered, and they walked over the brazier together. Xi Niang clapped beside the big platform, and there was a clap of applause.

  Xu Qing subconsciously wanted to touch her hair, and looked at the red hijab tightly covering her, and held back.

  He really got married with this ancient man more than a thousand years ago.

  Back then, Jiang He stood outside the door covered in rain, maybe he ran over to be his wife.

  In a few years, Jiang He, who secretly searched for what to do if he was ashamed, had completely faded from his former appearance.

   Once stupid, with a little cleverness, bulging in his pocket, peeked at him, quietly ran to the bathroom, and after a while, he came out with hamburger scum on his mouth, thinking he hadn’t noticed anything.

   Touching his face and yelling at him as an apprentice.

   When you can’t say anything, just squeeze your fist and click.

  Xu Qing remembered the past, smiled and reminded her in a low voice, "It's going to be the three worship ceremony."

  One worship to heaven and earth, two worship to Gaotang, husband and wife worship.

  "Pick the left, and go as you wish~Pick the right, rich and auspicious, and pick again, pick out a beautiful appearance..."

  Xi Po said, Xu Qing lifted Jiang He's hijab to reveal her well-dressed face.

  "Woman, got married~"

   "It's time to thank the media." Jiang He was nervous, and both fingers were twisted together.

  What a marriage, this is called marriage.

   Stupid Xu Qing.

  (End of this chapter)