In the early summer of the third year of Baoyuan in Daxia, Yongqing Mansion was filled with loud gongs and drums and the sound of firecrackers.
The entire street where Dingxi Houfu is located is covered in red and green. The street is packed with people, and even the trees and walls are full of people.
"We in Yongqing Mansion have not seen such a grand wedding scene for a long time."
The gray-haired old people in the crowd squinted their dim eyes and looked at the wedding procession in front of them.
A sixteen-person drum and instrumental troupe, a twenty-person horse, and thirty-person escorts gathered around a sedan chair carried by six people. Along the way, attendants on both sides scattered confetti and silk flowers from time to time, like flowers scattered by a goddess.
, causing big girls, young wives and children to fight for it.
The silk flowers of Dingxi Houfu are made of materials and styles that are not available to ordinary people.
Today, the eldest son of the Dingxi Hou Mansion marries a wife. This is no less important than the birth of the eldest son. For everyone in the Hou Mansion, it is an important moment that marks the continuation of the family. Let’s speculate on Ding Xi Hou’s status in the court.
Maybe this flower is a fresh style from the palace.
As the wedding procession passed by, the crowd rose and fell one after another. Those who were swaying around were laughing and cursing, and those looking for shoes and holding their hats made noisy noises, but no one could bear to look away even an inch, for fear of
In the future, I will have less money to talk about than others.
The groom, who was walking at the front of the procession, was tall and tall, wearing a red crown, red robe, and red gauze. His face was so red that no one could see clearly. This was the eldest son of Dingxihou, who was named Yuncheng by the emperor himself.
At a young age, he inherited his father's ambition and joined the army. It is said that he is not arrogant like a nobleman, can endure hardships and is not afraid of death, and has a good reputation. Such a good man is simply the husband in the eyes of all women.
Today this good man is getting married, so the most enviable thing is the bride sitting in the sedan chair.
The thickly decorated festive sedan cannot be seen inside.
"I don't know which family's daughter is so lucky." Many people asked and sighed, "If she can marry into the Dingxi Marquis, she must be from an ordinary wealthy family."
"You are wrong. This bride is a commoner." An insider said loudly.
These words caused an uproar, and more people gathered around.
"Tell me, tell me, what's the story?" everyone asked.
"Speaking of this bride, she is a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes. She was originally an orphan living in other places. She almost made a living by begging. By chance, she met the old Mrs. Hou and solved the problem of the old Mrs. Hou.
When she suddenly fell ill, Mrs. Hou felt sorry for her as an orphan, so in order to repay her for saving her life, she adopted her into the Hou Mansion. When she grew up, she decided to marry her eldest grandson as a wife..."
This was a rare thing that could not be imagined in daily life. It was a legend that only existed in storybooks. It made everyone excited for a while.
"It can be seen that good people are rewarded. God is watching. We all should do more good deeds every day. Maybe we will save a good marriage for our children."
Many women thought silently in their hearts, and then looked at the departing wedding procession with longing on their faces.
Compared with the lively ostentation outside, the Hou Mansion looks a bit weird. The decorations are all wedding celebrations, and everyone is wearing festive clothes, but their faces are a bit gloomy, and the guests also express their emotions from time to time.
They talked in a low voice, without the slightest hint of joy on their faces.
After completing the step-by-step worship process, it was already dark, and the large lanterns all over the place shrouded the entire Hou Mansion in a red cloud, which looked real and illusive from a distance.
The newlyweds were sent into the wedding room. After the enthronement, the bride was the only one left in the new room, sitting quietly on the wedding bed.
The autumn night wind blew in through the window lattice, causing the red candles in the room to dance, casting dancing shadows on the walls.
There were rapid footsteps approaching.
"Miss." The door was pushed open suddenly, but it was not the groom who came in.
Hearing this cry-like voice, the bride tensed up suddenly and lifted her hijab.
Even though something big was going on, the girl who ran in was distracted for a moment because of the face that suddenly appeared in front of her.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, she already had picturesque features, and now her appearance was even more beautiful because of the bride's dress. Under the red lights and candlelight, with the phoenix crown and pearl hairpin shining brightly, she looked like a fairy concubine.
"Aru, why are you here?" The bride looked at the girl in a daze, and walked over a few steps anxiously, "But, the old lady..."
Her words brought the girl back to her senses.
"Miss." The girl knelt down and burst into tears, "The old lady has gone..."
In the blink of an eye, the joyful eyes were replaced by pure white.
The bride was running in the yard in bright red, which was particularly eye-catching.
"Old Madam, Old Madam..." She finally tripped over the heavy dress, her makeup was stained by tears, and her tears couldn't stop flowing, "You said you wanted to drink Yueniang's tea. You said you wanted to drink Yueniang's tea.
Well...you said that Yueniang will be able to celebrate your marriage..."
She cried sharply and staggered to her feet.
"Girls can't go in..." The front of the tall hall was already filled with women and maids in plain white filial piety. When they saw her coming, they all stretched out their hands to stop her.
The bride screamed and rushed in.
"The old lady wants to drink my tea!" She just cried repeatedly, "Bring me the tea! Bring me the tea!"
"You can't cry at this time! You want to make the old lady uneasy when she leaves!" There was a low roar from inside the door, the curtain opened, and a middle-aged man walked out, having changed into linen clothes and linen shoes.
"Take the girl down!" A middle-aged woman walked out immediately behind him, dressed in the same filial piety, and said to the servants in a deep voice.
"Master Marquis, madam... no... parents... let me see the old lady, see her..." the bride knelt down and cried.
The words "father and mother" came to her ears, and a trace of disgust flashed across the middle-aged woman's face.
"Girl, it's your wedding day now. If you can't come here, it will be bad for you and the old lady." She said slowly with a softer complexion, waving her hands as she spoke.
The servants around him immediately rushed over to him, grabbing his body and stuffing his mouth with smooth and agile movements.
The bride dressed in red was dragged along in the plain white. She struggled desperately to turn around and stared at the majestic hall. Tears like rain soaked her clothes, dripped on the ground, and spread into a faint line of water.
The line is getting farther and farther. (To be continued)
