Chapter 820

Unable to laugh or cry, Shen Yan took a big pear and chewed it. He said with a vicious smile: "what's the plug?"

Shen Wulang suddenly got up with a small face and said bitterly, "I'm also helping you..."

"It's not suitable to put pears in. If you don't say it's heavy, it's hard." Shen Sanlang handed over two big white steamed buns with great tact, and said with a smile, "fourth sister, you'd better stuff the steamed buns. They're big and soft, just right."

Shen Yan was not laughing or crying. He grabbed the steamed bread and put it on the plate. He was quite angry and said, "don't plug it! The sage doesn't know that I don't have a chest. What soft girl do I pretend to be? "

"Ah..." Shen Sanlang sighed anxiously and said in a low voice, "fourth sister, take care tonight."

Shen Yan's heart was heavy, and he said solemnly, "I will."

Beating gongs and drums makes you happy.

When people get married in powerful and wealthy families, the eight lift sedan is the highest standard. The emperor's wedding was a grand sedan carried by 16 people, that is, a luxurious sedan carried by 16 people.

Shen Yan's heart is like 15 buckets of water at the moment. Although he has discussed with his brothers before, he is still worried about today's wedding night.

The capital is very big. The wedding procession came out of the state of Jin, and it took about half an hour to get to the gate of the imperial palace.

Shen Yan didn't have to lift the curtain to see that there must be a lot of courtiers standing outside, and the ground was covered with red blankets.

Ah, I'm worried

After a few quarters of an hour, the sedan finally stopped, and a strong old lady came to help Shen Yan out of the sedan.

Shen Yan's walking is not steady. The main reason is that the crown on his head is too heavy, which makes his neck sour. If you want to lower your head for a while, the crown will be tilted down again. You have to keep your neck upright all the time and feel uncomfortable all over.

"Lady, it's time to cross the brazier." Mother whispered.

Shen Yan is tall and has long legs. It should be easy to cross a brazier. But now the wedding dress is very cumbersome. He has to hold the skirt and the hair crown in one hand, and stride over a big fire basin very hard - this process is not completed by him alone. During this period, three maids in the palace helped him carry the skirt.

No way. Who calls this wedding dress so pompous? A skirt alone can pull three feet away.

"Lady, please step on the saddle." Mother reminded respectfully.

Shen Yan sighed in his heart. Although he was very upset, he had to bear the impatience and continue to complete the complicated wedding ceremony.

After crossing the saddle, two maids came with a gorgeous porcelain vase.

Shen Yan rolled his eyes in his heart and reluctantly picked up this seemingly heavy but actually light porcelain vase, which he needed to carry all the way to the wedding room.

No way. It's custom and etiquette. The porcelain vase symbolizes "peace". Holding the porcelain vase all the way to the wedding room symbolizes the peace to the home.

Shen Yan finally entered the wedding room. Immediately, two palace maids came to take the porcelain vase in his hand, two palace maids helped him to the wedding bed, and three palace maids led his skirt.

Shen Yan was so tired that he sighed for a long time and finally sat down. The heavy crown on his head could not be removed, so he could only continue to suffer.

"When can the sage come?" Shen Yan can't help asking.