Such a major event was easily decided by the two, and neither of them showed any excitement.
Until Jiang Qinghong packed up the lunch boxes and other things and stood up to leave, she walked farther and farther, her cheeks gradually turned red, and her beautiful eyes could not help but show amorous feelings, with a hint of shyness. She had a heart-to-heart talk with Grandma Jinhua last night, and Grandma Jinhua taught her some things very considerately...
"Faster! Faster! Faster!"
After Jiang Qinghong left, Jiang Xuan quickly entered the state of practicing swordsmanship, and became more and more crazy, as if he had endless strength.
I don't know how long it took.
Finally, Jiang Xuan, who appeared, leaned back and fell on the grass. The whole person was in a big word, his chest was violently heaving, and he was gasping for breath. His bright eyes looked at the sky. He seemed to have finally calmed down, of course, he might just be too tired to move.
"Dad, are you still alive?"
"Mom, wait for your son to save you."
"Your son is getting married."
Jiang Xuan stared at the sky in a daze.
"Are you getting married?" Piaomiao's voice suddenly came.
"Senior." Jiang Xuan sat up suddenly and turned his head to look at the sound transmission stone. "I told Sister Qinghong this morning that we will get married tonight."
"Congratulations, you have grown up." Piaomiao's voice seemed to be full of emotion. She was indeed emotional. She had known Jiang Xuan for eight years. When they first met, Jiang Xuan was still a seven-year-old child. His voice was still full of childishness. Now he is a man.
"Senior, cough..." Jiang Xuan suddenly stood up, coughed lightly and walked to the sound transmission stone. He held the stone with his hand. He hesitated for a moment, "That's right, there is something..."
"What's wrong?" Piaomiao asked.
"About getting married...consummating the marriage...how...how can I...let Sister Qinghong get pregnant...just...do you understand?" Jiang Xuan asked stutteringly. He really didn't know who to ask.
His father was not here, nor was his mother. Even now, there was no other man in the Jiang clan except him. He was embarrassed to ask his aunts, aunts, or even his grandmother. It would be more comfortable for him to ask Senior Qishi.
The sound stone was silent.
…
Billions of miles away, Xianlu Palace.
The curvy figure wearing a phoenix crown and a bridal robe was lying on the long couch, one hand supporting the side of the head, and the other hand holding a fruit like a miniature star, eating... When the sound stone asked a strange question, she froze and stopped.
This was definitely an offensive question to her because she was of a different gender from Jiang Xuan, but she obviously couldn't blame anyone for it, as the world had already symbolized her.
Jiang Xuan didn't know her true identity either.
"Senior?" The sound stone sounded again, because Emperor Qian hadn't spoken for a while.
"Hmm..." Emperor Qian pondered for a moment, sat up, and looked at Rong'er, the purple-skirted maid standing in the corner.
Rong'er felt the Emperor Qian's gaze, raised her head, and shook her head again.
She had been with Emperor Qian for thousands of years, so she didn't understand this matter.
…
"Well… I've never been married, so you shouldn't ask me for advice on this matter."
After a pause, the miraculous voice finally said, "But you don't have to worry. Although you are the last man in your tribe, those experienced women are not easy to teach you, but they will definitely teach your sister Qinghong, so it doesn't matter. You don't need to know anything in advance, just prepare to be your groom."
"I understand." Jiang Xuan nodded.
…
In the afternoon, when it was time for Jiang Qinghong to deliver lunch, it was not Jiang Qinghong who came, but several middle-aged women in the tribe, all of whom Jiang Xuan should call aunt.
They pulled Jiang Xuan away.
It's time to get ready!
Jiang Xuan and Jiang Qinghong were not the first couple to get married during the Jiang clan's life-and-death battle. There were always a few couples every year during the three-year life-and-death battle… Jiang Qinghong was not the first woman to make this choice to marry her lover before he was about to go on the ring to die.
There was a precedent, so the marriage process was carried out according to the precedent.
There was no grand ceremony.
There would be no outsiders to watch the ceremony.
During the life-and-death battle, people died every month, and many people died. In this environment, the simplest arrangement was the most appropriate, even if Jiang Xuan was now the clan leader, it should be the same… Only more than 20 people would attend this tribal wedding, and the venue was in the courtyard of Jiang Xuan's house.
…
At night, a bonfire was lit in the courtyard.
Jiang Xuan wore the traditional wedding dress of the Jiang clan, and Jiang Qinghong, who also wore traditional wedding clothes and full of accessories, became husband and wife under the witness of moonlight and fire.
Since Jiang Qinghong's mother died young and her father died in battle, while Jiang Xuan's father was missing and his mother could not come back... Grandma Jinhua took over this identity and gave the newlyweds her blessing.
Afterwards, according to tradition, the two paid tribute to the warriors who died for the tribe.
They sang and danced around the fire again, and a group of people held hands and sang tribal songs.
There were still many links in the wedding, but not so many people were invited.
There were only two kinds of food and drink in the tribal wedding, barbecue and wine. This was also in accordance with tradition. The newlyweds needed to cut the most delicious part of the barbecue by hand and send it to the elders before others could start...
...
Late at night, the fire in the yard was finally about to go out.
Amid the cheering of Jiang Cuiyun and other generous female warriors, Jiang Xuan picked up Jiang Qinghong horizontally and walked towards the wooden building with candlelight. It was time to consummate the marriage.
Jiang Xuan held Jiang Qinghong horizontally, kicked the door open, walked into the room steadily and came to the bed, gently put Jiang Qinghong on it, Jiang Qinghong held Jiang Xuan's neck with both hands, her cheeks flushed, and she looked at Jiang Xuan's eyes with affection, maybe she was drunk or something.
Jiang Xuan put her down.
But she didn't let go of her hand holding Jiang Xuan's neck until Jiang Xuan said, "I... have to close the door."
Jiang Qinghong let go.
Jiang Xuan went over and closed the door.
Jiang Qinghong sat up from the bed, glanced at the candlelight on the table, and listened to some noisy sounds outside the window. She felt even more shy. Although she had received some teachings, this was not something that could be done just by saying it.
"Sister Qinghong..." Jiang Xuan came over.
"Are you still calling me Sister Qinghong?" Jiang Qinghong looked at Jiang Xuan with a smile.
"Wife...wife? Madam?" Jiang Xuan slowly sat down next to Jiang Qinghong.
"You're so talkative." Jiang Qinghong smiled, "You're not from the city, why call me Madam?"
"My wife is right." Jiang Xuan said, deliberately making fun of me.
He just wanted to liven up the atmosphere and let Jiang Qinghong relax. He also needed to relax. They were all very nervous. Jiang Xuan moved his hand by the window and placed it on the back of Jiang Qinghong's hand. Jiang Qinghong moved her hand slightly in response to the stress, but only slightly, and then let Jiang Xuan hold it.
"How about... chat first?" Jiang Xuan said.
"Well, Xiaoxuan, you..."
"What do you call me? Xiaoxuan again?"
"You're imitating me, right?" Jiang Qinghong immediately gave Jiang Xuan a look, then pretended to be soft, "Husband! My good husband!"
"Let's be normal..." Jiang Xuan felt goose bumps all over his body.
"You look so funny in this dress."
"What's so funny about it? Does it not fit?"
"No, I mean, I've never seen you wear it before, and now that it's on you, I feel... What about me, does my wedding dress look good?"
"It's OK."
"What do you mean it's OK? Do you mean I don't look good?"
"No, didn't you ask me about the dress? It looks good, it looks good, you look good, and the dress looks good too."
...
"Xiao Xuan, you are taller than me, I remember you were always much shorter than me."
"I am a few years younger than you, when Although I am shorter than you, you grew up first. "
"You mean I am old? Do you think I am old?"
"... Sister Qinghong, let's not do this."
"... Sister Qinghong, will you leave after this?"
"No, I won't leave. If you lose, I will go down to accompany you."
"... That table doesn't seem to be very flat."
"Is it? Well... it looks like it is a little flat."
... From having something to say to finding something to say, the night gradually deepened during the casual chat. The noise outside the window finally disappeared, and even the guests who could drink the most left.
The whole world seemed to be much quieter because of this.
"How about... I fix it." Jiang Xuan pointed at the table and then stood up.
Jiang Qinghong pulled Jiang Xuan's hand back. Jiang Xuan turned his head to look over. Jiang Qinghong shook his head. Jiang Xuan sat down slowly again, slowly approached, and looked into Jiang Qinghong's eyes.
"Sister Qinghong..."
"Hoo!"
Jiang Qinghong suddenly threw her hands, and a burst of energy extinguished the candles in the room. The room instantly darkened, and Jiang Qinghong pushed Jiang Xuan to lie down.
The two consummated their marriage.