The emperor gave Song Chengxuan a new house, and the Song family was busy in the new house these days.
Red lanterns were hung in the house, the servants cleaned the yard very clean, and the steward mother brought the things brought by the servants from Quanzhou into the house.
Quanzhou is far from the capital. Mr. Song was afraid that something would happen, so he rushed back to Quanzhou to prepare these things after the New Year, and then followed the carriage and horse back to the capital. Although the journey was dusty, he was very happy.
The case of the Song family's house has been investigated clearly. Mr. Song already respected his eldest brother, but now he has more admiration in his heart. Although the eldest brother and sister-in-law are gone, he, the second uncle, cannot let Brother Xuan's marriage go cold. Others have
Their families must also have it, and they must have what others don’t have.
Thinking of this, Mr. Song Er feels more energetic when working.
"Have the wedding invitations been written?" Master Song Er looked at the steward, "Did the gentleman I invited write them?"
The steward shook his head: "No...no."
Mr. Song Er couldn't help but shuddered: "What are you doing? It's almost the end of the day, why haven't you even written the wedding invitation?"
"It's written, it's written," the steward explained hurriedly when he saw that the normally gentle second master had an angry look on his face, "he wrote it himself."
The servants brought the tray up, and the piles of wedding invitations were placed neatly. Mr. Song picked them up and unfolded them. He saw that the calligraphy and strokes were even, steady and not ordinary, and there was a bit of openness between strokes.
Grace.
Is Brother Xuan’s handwriting so beautiful?
Mr. Song Er's eyes lit up. Looking at this word, he felt as if he didn't understand this nephew at all.
I originally thought that as a military general, Brother Xuan would not care about these details when he was out fighting all day long, but he didn't expect that things went beyond his expectation.
"Where is uncle now? What are you doing?"
The steward pursed his lips: "The uncle is in the new house, second master, you... don't need to worry about it."
"What are you doing in your new house?"
Mr. Song Er was completely confused now. It was the female family members who should clean up the new house. How could he, the groom's official, help at this time? He wanted to take a look, but except for Brother Xuan, no men could enter the new house.
The steward didn't dare to say anything. He glanced at it from a distance, as if the old man was stepping on a ladder to paint the color blocks on the corridor of the new house.
Logically speaking, the master does not need to take care of such work, he can just leave it to the craftsmen.
Moreover, the uncle usually talks little and has very strict rules. Although he doesn't spend much time at home, everyone is in awe of the uncle. It's hard to imagine that the uncle would be like this.
However... after this, everyone also thought about it a little bit. Isn't the uncle doing this because he is extremely satisfied with the marriage? Everyone must serve the eldest grandma well in the future, otherwise the consequences can be imagined.
They had already agreed privately that even if they went to the uncle and grandma's yard to report the matter in the future, no one would be allowed to cross the beam painted by the uncle without the consent of these two people.
Perhaps this is what the uncle painted on the beams meant.
Thinking of this, the steward nodded secretly, and he would give the order today to prevent anyone from accidentally breaking the rules.
Mr. Song Er nodded: "Okay, let him be busy by himself!" There is no need to tell others about Brother Xuan's own marriage and what he likes to do.
He hadn't seen it before, but this kid was still a very eager person.
…
"Sir," Yong Ye's voice came, "Would you like to take a break, drink tea and eat some cakes."
Song Chengxuan stopped writing, looked down and saw Yong Ye carrying a food box.
There are several plates of exquisite pastries in the food box.
"Where are the people?" Song Chengxuan asked.
"In the garden."
As soon as Yong Ye finished speaking, Song Chengxuan had already got off the ladder and strode out.
The garden was full of crabapple flowers, and a figure stood under the tree with his back to him.
Xu Qinghuan heard the sound of footsteps and looked at Feng Chu.
Feng Chu nodded.
"Don't come over," Xu Qinghuan said, "We can't meet each other for a few days before the wedding."
The footsteps behind him indeed stopped.
Xu Qinghuan was a little surprised that he really believed this.
"It's so late, I'll have someone take you back."
She originally planned to make trouble with him and go home, but when she heard what Song Chengxuan said, Xu Qinghuan inevitably felt a little disappointed.
"No need," Xu Qinghuan said, "I'm protected by Uncle Lei, and he's not far away. I'll be there in a moment."
She raised her feet and walked forward, but as soon as she took two steps, her waist tightened and she was pulled into a hug, and then her eyes were covered by a big hand.
"you……"
There was a faint fragrance of ink on his hands, and his embrace was still so warm.
"I have my eyes closed."
Song Chengxuan's voice came.
Liar, Xu Qinghuan was about to pull away his hand, but felt a warm breath on his cheek, followed by a soft touch at the corner of his mouth.
Under the moonlight, her jade-like cheeks were stained with a hint of blush. He couldn't help but feel excited in his heart, and reached out to hug her tighter.
…
In Prince Wei's mansion, a figure walked in.
Looking at the dilapidated palace, the figure let out a long sigh. The figure of Prince Wei appeared in his mind. It has been so long, and he can still smell the smell of blood on his nose.
is it him?
Prince Shunyang looked at the mansion in the darkness. Even now, he still can't believe that the Crown Prince of Wei might be alive.
He is getting married and will go to the southeast in the future.
Nowadays, the imperial court of the Great Zhou Dynasty is unstable and the emperor is suspicious. Maybe one day he will be asked to take on the responsibility of the country sooner or later. God finally left a hope for the Qi family.
After standing for a while, King Shunyang was about to leave. He had so many thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't tell anyone. He could only verify it carefully by himself. When he came here, he felt in his heart that it was impossible to expect King Wei to show up...
After leaving Prince Wei's Mansion, Prince Shunyang saw a stall selling flat food from a distance. There were people squatting in the stall, drinking soup from a bowl.
"Marquis Anyi." Prince Shunyang couldn't help but be surprised, how could a man who was to be the father-in-law appear in such a place late at night.
An Yihou was stunned for a moment when he saw the Prince of Shunyang County: "Why is the Prince of Shunyang coming?"
"There is a rat in the house," said the Prince of Shunyang County. "I have been chasing the rat all the way here. Where are you, Marquis Anyi?"
An Yihou said: "I was hungry, so I came here after smelling the aroma."
Destined.
"Here comes a bowl of flat food." Prince Shunyang said with a smile.
…
Anyi Hou Mansion, Song Chengxuan and Xu Qinghuan got married.
At dawn, Xu Qinghuan was called up to dress up. In fact, Xu Qinghuan's impression was that it would be too late to wait until after lunch, but this time it was obvious that she didn't care.
Mrs. Xu was afraid that the work there was not thoughtful enough, so she started arranging everything early. She felt happy and sad at the same time. She didn't expect that her daughter would leave home so soon.
When Xu Qinghuan put on the dress, Mrs. Xu couldn't help but tears welling up in her eyes. For fear of being seen, she lowered her head and smiled to greet the female family members waiting outside to come in.
Xu Qingyue and others walked in to see the bride while laughing.
"The Song family has been waiting outside the door for a long time," Xu Qingyue whispered, "Sister Zhen and I both saw it. I think my brother-in-law must be very anxious."
As soon as Xu Qingyue finished speaking, she heard Xu Qingan's voice coming from outside.
"I've guarded them all. If I don't nod in a while, I won't let them in."