The atmosphere at the scene was also warm, and people praised the beauty of Princess Anguo, and also set their eyes on the lucky one who could marry such a beauty - Yang Huairen.

Yang Huairen was a little embarrassed, because only he and Sister Ghost knew that no matter how beautiful the beauty was, it didn't belong to Yang Huairen, and their wedding was just a scene.

Therefore, it is a little difficult for Yang Huairen to integrate into the joyful atmosphere around him, coupled with the worry of the unknown, he is very nervous at this moment.

Yelu Bawotai signaled to Yang Huairen, Yang Huairen stood up, walked into the field, first saluted Yelu Hongji, and then turned to the direction where Princess Anguo came to greet his bride with a smile on his face.

Through that tulle, Sister Ghost also smiled, smiling sweeter than honey, more delicate than flowers, brighter than the sun, Yang Huairen had to admit that every woman at the moment she got married was the most beautiful moment in her life.

The ghost sister approached, and several Khitan maids rushed towards Yang Huairen a few steps ahead of her, and handed over a bunch of tied flowers to him.

Yang Huairen immediately understood the purpose of their move, so he stepped forward and knelt down on one knee to present the beautiful bouquet to the princess.

The ghost sister didn't accept it at first, but deliberately pushed the bouquet to one side and twisted her face to the other side, so that the Khitan people present immediately burst out laughing.

Yang Huairen didn't mind, he knew in advance that according to the customs of the Khitan people, the wedding would recreate the scene of the moment when the groom courted the bride.

And in this regard, the customs of the Khitan people and the customs of the Han people also have some commonalities, if the bride seems to be very willing to marry, and the groom accepts him for the first courtship, it is a bit that the bride is not reserved enough.

Therefore, the bride has to deliberately refuse twice and show it to the crowd, which means to show that he is reserved, and at the same time, the groom must show his perseverance in order to prove the sincerity of his feelings for the bride.

Yang Huairen was not embarrassed at all, continued to accompany the smiling face, and once again sent the bouquet to the bride, but the bride still did not accept it immediately, but glared at him with disgust, opened the bouquet again, and twisted her face to the other side.

Yang Huairen did not give up, and continued to offer flowers sincerely, this time his eyes and movements were much more affectionate, which finally moved the bride.

The bride did not open the bouquet again, but forgot about her groom for a while, enjoying his fiery desire for love, and then slowly brought the bouquet over.

Then the bride herself bent down to help her lover up, and the maids gathered around him, and arranged his shirt for the bridegroom, and patted the dust on his trousers, and then handed a red ribbon into the hands of the two men, with the bridegroom holding one end and the bride holding the other.

The audience erupted in approving applause. Of course, there are also people who are not convinced, and those who lost to Yang Huairen in the competition are very unconvinced.

Wanyan Agu's face was expressionless, although he slapped his hand, he was secretly annoyed in his heart, why was he not the one who stood on the field today to marry the princess, where would their Jurchen Ministry go in the future, and what kind of difficulties they would face, which made him worry.

Uraliga's face was full of envy, jealousy, and hatred, and now he somehow turned enemies into friends with the Goryeo envoys, and the two touched their glasses, and drank a cup of bitter wine that only they knew.

Xiao Dabuhe had a direct temperament, and regardless of the others around him, he scolded in his mouth, "What a beautiful flower on the grassland, who would have thought that a pig of the Song Dynasty would be arched." ”

When Xiao Sabi heard it, he turned his head and glanced at him, Xiao Dabuhe also knew the truth that trouble came from his mouth, and now was not the time for him to be jealous, so he quickly closed his voice.

Yang Huairen and Sister Ghost walked side by side, continuing to walk slowly on the carpet paved with flowers, and walked to Yelu Hongji's tent, Yelu Hongji waved his hand again, and the musicians stopped playing and stepped aside.

An attendant led an old Khitan man dressed strangely from behind the tent, dressed in ancient Khitan costumes and wearing a bear's velvet hat.

Even though the weather is very warm now, he still wears a brown and black bear skin coat, and his facial features are almost invisible with various colors of oil paint, and he can only be judged from the vertical and horizontal wrinkles that he has experienced years and vicissitudes.

Yang Huairen guessed that this should be the shaman mage worshipped by the Khitans, for whom this shaman was the apprentice of the gods, responsible for conveying the will of the gods to mortals on earth.

To be more specific, Yang Huairen didn't understand that the Khitan people did not have a systematic religion, but they continued the special beliefs that were handed down from ancient times.

As soon as the shaman stood still in front of Yang Huairen and Princess Anguo, everyone quieted down, left their seats, and knelt down on one knee to worship him.

It was still those maids who walked up to Yang Huairen and the princess, supported them and knelt down.

Time was quiet, and the shaman began his chant, the tune was very strange, but the obscure chant seemed to carry some of the vastness from ancient times.

The tune is sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes compact, sometimes long, although he can't understand what he sings, but Yang Huairen also guessed that it should be a kind of blessed sound, expressing God's approval and message for the union of a new couple.

The shaman sang for a long time, until the white clouds above his head drifted into the distance, and then finally stopped.

But the solemn ceremony was far from over, and the mage muttered another word, and then shook the dust in his hand and swept over the bodies of the newlyweds, while his left hand was not idle, and sprinkled the colored powder around Yang Huairen and the princess.

The shaman sprinkled and swept around, and then slowly circled around them before nodding to Yeluhongji, as if to indicate that the blessing ceremony of the gods for a couple had been completed.

Then, the shaman did not stay to drink and eat, but turned and swaggered away, and his demeanor was really a bit ethereal and mysterious.

Yelu Hongji motioned with both hands for everyone to stand up and return to their seats, in fact, at this time, the ancient Khitan traditional wedding ceremony had basically been completed.

There is no worship of heaven and earth, there is no husband and wife worship, and there is no cumbersome ceremony to please the head, the moment the maids helped Yang Huairen and the princess up, the two of them were already a legal husband and wife in the hearts of the Khitan people.

Of course, Yelu Hongji, as the person who gave them the marriage and the person who officiated for them on the spot, and at the same time he was the titular father of Princess Anguo, naturally deserved the gratitude of a couple.

Another pair of dressed Khitan girls stepped forward, and in the tray they held in their hands were two exquisite silver wine jugs......