When the music played, Tu Shanyue suddenly burst into tears. Yang Lang's friendship for her was fully revealed in the beautiful sound of the piano. True love can never be expressed in words.

Because it is labor, not love, that creates language.

The song comes to an end, and the lingering sound lingers around.

"Okay!" There was a roar of applause from all around.

Everyone's cheeks turned red with excitement.

Tu Shanyong turned his head and secretly wiped away his tears.

The sound of firecrackers sounded again, and four beautifully dressed maids helped Tu Shanyue down the show floor.

Yang Fan personally handed the welcome letter into Tu Shanyue's hand. Surrounded by everyone, the newlyweds returned to the front yard, and Tu Shanyue got into the sedan chair.

"Get up the sedan" Zhang Geda shouted loudly.

Yang Fan and others mounted their horses one after another and took the bride back to the Yang Mansion.

After his daughter left, Tu Shanyong felt a little sad. The daughter he had raised for eighteen years was now the housewife of the Yang family.

Mrs. Tushan said angrily: "Master, today is a happy day, why are you crying? How bad it is."

"Madam is right, today is a happy day. If you want to be happy, the party will start immediately if you come."

According to the rules, on the day of marrying a girl, her family will have a banquet at noon, which is commonly known as "opening wine" and also called "wedding wine".
Chapter completed!