Marry the right man on the wrong sedan chair

Zhuang Han snorted coldly, "Hmph, it must be the trick of that wicked woman; Mother, just find a piece of red cloth and cover it for me, or I'll just get on the sedan chair like this."

"That can't be done, it will break the etiquette and be laughed at." Mother Zhuang frowned, "What should I do?"

"Hey, ma'am, why don't you take the red hijab you won the embroidery prize back then and cover it for the young master? That can attract butterflies, wouldn't it give the young master more face?" Mama Zhang suggested.

"Yeah, how did I forget about this?" Zhuang's mother was overjoyed, "Zhang's mother is going to get it and cover Han'er."

The hijab was brought, and the pattern was peony flowers blooming. Zhuang Han looked at it and said with a smile, "It's nothing special."

"The young master doesn't know that the peony flower on it is embroidered by Madam herself, and it is so realistic that when it was taken out for a competition back then, there were butterflies flying on it. It's really amazing."

"Oh~~ There is such a thing?" Zhuang Han murmured.

"Oh, madam, madam, the good time has come, the bride gets on the sedan chair, gets on the sedan chair..." Matchmaker Lin ran into the house and yelled.

Zhuang's mother looked at her son with tears in her eyes. She was a man but had to wear this wedding dress to get married. This is probably the only example in this world.

"Han'er, be careful when you get there." Mother Zhuang held Zhuang Han's hand tightly and said earnestly, "Mother hopes you don't think about anything else, don't forget that mother is waiting for you at home."

Zhuang Han looked at his mother, nodded, put on a red hijab, and left the house.

When he arrived at the gate, before getting into the sedan chair, he looked back at his father and prayed secretly, hoping that his decision would not involve the dealer, so that his parents could live in good health and enjoy their old age.

The sound of firecrackers and the sound of gongs and drums sounded, and the two young ladies of the dealer got married, which attracted people from all over the city to watch. The scene was very spectacular.

Naturally, Miss Zhuang's sedan chair is in the front, and Zhuang Han's sedan chair is in the back.

The two teams were almost identical to send off the relatives, and everyone on the street applauded and applauded, saying that this banker is rich and successful.

Zhuang Han sat in the sedan chair, listening to the sound of suona, trumpets, gongs and drums, and the songs sung by children on the street——

Sedan chair walks forward

The sedan chair is moving forward

A sedan chair creaks

creak creak creak

A sedan chair creaks

Sedan chair walks forward

The sedan chair is moving forward

When the suona blows, it ticks

tick tick tick tick

When the suona blows, it ticks

A sedan chair creaks

When the suona blows, it ticks

The horn blares, whoa

Crackling firecrackers

squeak

woo wa blah blah blah

……

The sedan chair is carried to the groom's house

Sedan chair walks forward

The sedan chair is moving forward

A sedan chair creaks

creak creak creak

……

Zhuang Han listened to the receding ballad, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said in his heart, this little ballad about getting married is quite interesting, but it's a pity that I'm a man, otherwise it would be very difficult to carry the sedan chair to the groom's house Looking forward to what this husband looks like.