In March, the willows hang down their golden threads.
The woman in front of the Jinsinan dressing table is wearing a bright red wedding dress, with pomegranate and gold-threaded pearl hairpins adorning her hair, a light layer of powder on her face, and red lips reflecting the sun.
On the table, there are several crabapple trees picked in the morning, with dewdrops falling on the petals, shining crystal white in the light.
Baizhi and Qiuyan stood on the left and right, painting Song Lingzhi's eyebrows and eyes.
Qiuyan looked at the bright-eyed girl in the mirror and couldn't help but smile. She pursed her lips and smiled softly, "Even God knows that today is a good day for you. Look at the spring scenery in the garden. You will surely have everything going well in the future, and you and your husband will live happily together."
Even though she was the bride, Song Lingzhi still blushed as she had to listen to a lot of teasing these days.
Holding the ivory-handled round fan of the Beauty in his hand, Song Lingzhi reached out and patted Qiuyan's hand two or three times: "Sharp-toothed man, I think you don't have to follow me. Just stay in Linyue Pavilion, so that I won't be killed by you one day..."
Before she could finish her words, Bai Zhi hurried forward to stop her: "Today is the girl's big day, don't say anything you shouldn't."
He glanced at Qiuyan again and said, "You too, when you have a son-in-law in the future, you should control your temper and stop being so reckless, lest you make fun of others."
According to the master, the maids and servants in Mingyi Villa were all newly bought into the villa.
Song Lingzhi had begged her grandmother several times before, thinking that she was safe now and there was no need to follow the nonsense of "not being able to see relatives". However, Old Madam Song refused and only put Song Lingzhi's safety first in everything.
As they were chatting and laughing, a commotion came from the corridor outside the garden: "The old lady is here!"
The pomegranate red felt curtain was rolled up, and with the help of Mother Liu, Old Lady Song turned around the screen wall and stepped into the warm room.
There were big red wedding characters pasted on the latticed wooden windows, and red candles with dragon and phoenix patterns were placed on a small mother-of-pearl landscape table.
In front of the dressing table, Song Lingzhi was wearing a wedding dress that dragged on the ground. She stood up after hearing the words. Before she could speak, tears quietly fell from her eyes: "Grandma."
Old Madam Song hurried forward and wiped Song Lingzhi's tears with a silk handkerchief: "Today is a good day for our Zhizhi, you can't cry, don't cry."
Mother Liu helped to speak up: "The girl is reluctant to leave the old lady."
As soon as she finished speaking, tears welled up in Mrs. Song's eyes. She held Song Lingzhi's hand and said, "Grandma, how could you bear to part with us, Zhizhi?"
She patted the back of Song Lingzhi's hand and winked behind her.
Mother Liu walked forward with the brocade box in both hands and opened it. Wrapped in a red cloth was the mandarin duck jade pendant that Song Lingzhi was most familiar with in his previous life.
Surrounded by the five blessings of flowing clouds, the mandarin duck jade pendant is as big as a walnut and gives a warm feeling when held in the palm of the hand.
Old Madam Song put it on Song Lingzhi herself: "This is warm jade. Wearing it will be good for your health."
This jade pendant should have been given to Mrs. Jiang, and then passed on to Song Lingzhi by Mrs. Jiang. However, the relationship between Song Hanyuan and Mrs. Jiang was so absurd that the jade pendant remained in the hands of Old Madam Song and was only given away today.
Song Lingzhi's voice was choked.
When she got married in her previous life, my grandmother was just like today. She wanted to empty the family's savings as a dowry for Song Lingzhi, for fear that she would be wronged in the future.
The dowry of Song Lingzhi alone was 128 pieces, and there were also 1,000 acres of fertile land added by Old Madam Song.
The long street was filled with the sound of gongs and drums, the blast of firecrackers, and the ground covered with incense smoke.