After a day of torment, the two female officials were also exhausted. Seeing that the bride's attire finally met their requirements, the two meticulous female officials were relieved and were helped to the back room to rest.
Xiao Man, who had been bored in the room for a day, felt as if she had been pardoned. She quickly begged the palace maids next to her, "Let me go to the courtyard to get some fresh air. I'm suffocating."
These palace maids all knew her. Hearing her pitiful words, they couldn't help but say, "County Captain, you just got dressed properly. If you messed up your attire and the two mothers-in-law saw you, they would inevitably blame us. Anyway, looking at the time, the groom will be here soon. Why don't you wait a little longer, County Captain? "
Xiao Man said with a bitter face, "I still have to wait? I really can't breathe. I'll just stand in the corridor and not walk around. How about that? "
The palace maids discussed for a moment and reluctantly nodded. Xiao Man immediately stood up happily. The palace maids were so flustered that they hurriedly reminded her, "County Captain, walk slowly, walk slowly, don't mess up your attire!"
Thus, Xie Muwen held her head high and puffed out her chest. She looked straight ahead and slowly opened the door with her head full of pearls and jade. She walked out with steady steps.
"Ah! Sister Xiao Man is out! "
"Xiao Man is out? Where, where? "
The girls who came to congratulate Xiao Man on her marriage but never had the chance to see her suddenly surrounded her. When they saw Xiao Man standing in the corridor, they were stunned. Seeing the expressions on their faces, Xiao Man couldn't help but feel nervous. She raised her hand and wanted to touch her cheek, but she was afraid that it would ruin her attire. She could only timidly ask, "What's wrong?"
"Oh my god! Is this alluring little vixen really Xiao Mang? "
"Ah! I was just about to say it, but I don't know how to say it. That's right, it's charming! She's so beautiful that she can bring disaster to the country and people. How can Xiao Man... How can she be so beautiful? "
Lan Yiqing's eyes were red. He tightly grabbed Gao Ying's hand. His little face was flushed with excitement. He repeatedly said, "The bride is so beautiful! Really beautiful! Sister Ying, I want to get married, I want to be a bride! "
Gao Ying glared at her and rubbed her nose with the back of her palm. She snorted and said, "Save it. We'll talk about it after I get married!"
"Is it really that beautiful?" Xiao Man showed a relieved smile, raised her hand and wanted to touch her face again, but still put it down with some scruples. She turned around and saw that Gao Ying and others were holding a stick that was as tall as a person, wrapped in red silk. She couldn't help but wonder, "What are you holding the stick for?"
Gao Ying rolled her eyes and interrupted, "You don't even know this? This is a necessary ceremony for newlyweds. It's called 'lower son-in-law' or 'wrecking cart'. When the bridegroom arrives, we'll beat him up until his nose is bruised and his face swollen. That'll teach him a lesson so he won't bully you in the future. "
Although Xiao Mang still had some contradictions in her heart and was unwilling to marry, she had never thought of disobeying the order of the emperor. And Yang Fan was the only man she truly liked after her Elder Brother. She couldn't think of any reason not to marry him. That kind of complicated feelings was really difficult to express.
At this time, hearing what Gao Ying said, Xiao Man was shocked, but she really cared about Yang Fan. She cried out involuntarily, "What? How can this be? You … How can you do this? "
She knew the abilities of these female guards. Yang Fan might be skilled in martial arts, but since this was a necessary ceremony for newlyweds, he definitely couldn't resist. Even if he could resist, in front of such a group of skilled female tigers, he would be lucky if he could keep his life, not to mention a bruised nose and a swollen face. Niuniu was really a little anxious.
When the female guards saw her anxious look, they couldn't help but laugh, "Haha, look, our Xiao Man hasn't even gotten married yet, but she already dotes on her man!"
Xiao Man's face turned red and she stamped her feet, "No! I won't allow you to treat Erlang like this! You … If you do this, I'm going to be angry and ignore you guys in the future. "
The female guards laughed even more heartily. Someone said, "See, see, girls are extroverted. We've been good sisters for life, but for her good husband, she doesn't want it anymore!"
Xiao Man was extremely embarrassed by their teasing, but when she thought of the many female heroes in the inner guards, each with a stick, beating Erlang's miserable appearance, she really couldn't bear it.
When Xiao Man stomped her feet, her head full of pearls, jade, and phoenix hairpins swayed. The palace maids were afraid that the ornaments on her head would fall, so they quickly went forward to support her and whispered a few words in her ear. When Xiao Man heard it, she said, "Really? Hey, why do you have to stop the carriage! This' son-in-law ceremony 'has both literary and martial aspects. The martial aspect is to stop the carriage, and the literary aspect is to urge the makeup. Can't you just ask Erlang to recite a makeup urging poem? Why do you have to use martial arts? "
Gao Ying said eloquently, "Hey! Your Beta Persei is a general, why would he want to recite a poem like Cuo Da! Besides, we're all martial artists, who would like to recite a poem? Of course it's more interesting to use a spear and a stick, don't you think so? "
The female guards all agreed, making Xiao Man extremely anxious. It was still Lan Yiqing who was soft-hearted. Seeing that Xiao Man was really anxious, she revealed the mystery with a smile and said, "Okay, okay, Xiao Man jiejie, don't worry. How could we really beat brother-in-law black and blue? This stick is made of straw, how could it hurt someone?"
As she spoke, she used two fingers to pinch the "stick" that was wrapped in thick red liquid and turned it around. Looking at its light appearance, it really wasn't a real wooden stick. Only then did Xiao Man feel relieved. She glared at the mischievous Gao Ying. Gao Ying made a face at her and giggled.
At this time, a servant of the Zheng residence ran into the courtyard panting and shouted, "Hurry, hurry, the groom's convoy is almost in front of the residence!"
When Lan Yiqing heard this, she called out, "Sisters, let's go! Let's go! "
A group of female guards excitedly raised the "stick" and rushed out of the residence. A few palace maids also hurried forward to support Xiao Man and said, "County Captain, quickly return to your room, the groom has arrived."
Xie Xiaoman was supported by a few palace maids back to her room and sat in front of the dressing table. One of the palace maids stuffed a goose feather fan into her hand and said, "County Captain, once you leave the boudoir, you must cover your face with the fan. Before you pay your respects, you must not remove the feather fan and show your face to others. Remember, remember!"
Xie Xiaoman nodded and held the fan in her hand. Looking at the charming and somewhat unfamiliar face in the mirror, she thought in a daze, I … am I going to get married? Once I step out of this door, I will become Second Lang's wife, never to be separated for the rest of my life?
…
The setting sun was soft and warm, like the yolk of a Gaoyou duck egg. Yang Fan rode on a snow-white steed, with not a single strand of hair out of place. He wore a five-point crown of flowers on his head and was dressed in a crimson official's robe. He looked like a champion on a stage, leading a long procession towards the Lady Zheng's residence.
Behind him, Maqiao led a few strong and sturdy servants, each carrying three liters of corn, a bundle of sleeping mats, three catties of reeds, and three wolf fang arrows. These were all gifts for the 'bride's family': three liters of corn, to fill the mortar and mortar; ten feet of summer mats, to cover the mouth of the well; three catties of reeds, to fill the kitchen; three arrows, to guard the house.
From afar, Yang Fan could already see the words "Zheng's Mansion" on the lintel. "This is Wan 'er's home. At this moment, she is in the mansion. I don't know how sad she will feel when she comes to get married but the bride is not her …" Just as Yang Fan was thinking of this, the door suddenly opened and a group of very beautiful tigresses with sticks in their hands happily rushed over.
"Uh … what's going on …"
Yang Fan, who had limited knowledge of the wedding ceremonies of the Tang dynasty, had only attended Maqiao's wedding. He had never seen such a scene on that day. He pulled the reins and was about to turn his head to ask when he suddenly found that the entire procession had already stopped. Only he was moving forward on his horse. Unknowingly, there was a distance of four or five feet between him and the procession.
"Hit him!"
Gao Ying and Lan Yiqing shouted and leaped up. The two "long sticks" in their hands wrapped in red silk swept towards Yang Fan's head. Yang Fan saw that this was going to be bad. He was going to be hit by these two sticks. Although the sticks did not look too thick, these two ladies had a lot of strength in their hands. His head was also a place that could not withstand a heavy blow, so he hurriedly jumped to hide and dodged the two sticks.
"Hit him!"
More women rushed up and hit him with a flurry of sticks, making him smile.
"Huh? It doesn't hurt! This isn't a stick! "
Yang Fan dodged here and there. In the end, he simply jumped off the horse and jumped around. However, he was still hit in the buttocks by a stick. As a result, the "stick" broke. Yang Fan did not feel any pain. Just as he was feeling puzzled, more "sticks" came down on his head. Yang Fan continued to cover his head and run like a rat.
Su Fang was watching with a smile, she didn't stop them until she saw Yang Fan's crown was crooked and his hairpin had fallen off. Only when she saw Yang Fan running away in such a sorry state did she pick up a dustpan of copper coins and throw them on the ground, loudly begging for mercy on Yang Fan's behalf. Only then did the women reluctantly stop, giggling and laughing as they picked up the coins.
Yang Fan stood still with a lingering fear. He asked Maqiao who had caught up, "What are they doing?"
Maqiao said slowly, "They're showing off their power."
Yang Fan said, "Why didn't you do this when you got married?"
Maqiao said proudly, "How virtuous and gentle is my family's Xiao Ning?"
Fortunately, the difficulties and fright that Yang Fan received were limited to this "son-in-law ceremony" in front of the fu. After all, the bride's "home" was borrowed from Zheng shi Furen's place. The female bodyguards did not want to be too casual in someone else's home. Therefore, the bride was very smoothly received by him.
When Yang Fan received the bride, he did not see Wan 'er. He also knew that it was impossible for Wan' er to appear in front of him at this time. Thinking of the pain in Wan 'er's heart, Yang Fan could only turn his heart full of guilt into a disappointed sigh.
The bride was received out of the Zheng fu. The procession to receive and send off the bride cooperated all the way to Yang Fan's home. Along the way, there was a jubilant atmosphere. No one noticed that on the embroidered building in the corner of the Zheng fu's garden, a small crack opened. A beautiful woman wearing a moon-white gown foolishly looked at the procession in the distance. Two lines of clear tears gently slid down her cheeks.
In the sedan chair, Xiao Man, dressed in splendid attire, tightly grasped the feather fan. Her heart was incomparably hesitant. She knew that from the moment she stepped onto this sedan chair, whether she was willing or not, whether she liked it or not, she would be Yang Fan's wife for the rest of her life. But she still did not have the awareness of being a wife. More importantly, she knew very well who the woman Yang Fan liked was. How could she be happy?
Yang Fan, who forced himself to be cheerful, rode on the horse. He looked back every three steps until the Zheng fu completely disappeared from his sight. Today, the happiest people for Yang Fan's wedding were not the groom and bride, but the female bodyguards of the Imperial Household and the common people of the Xiu wen workshop who cheered along the way.
The sun set, leaving only a smear of dusky yellow on the horizon.
As dusk approached, the heart wavered in the knot of hair. Between crying and laughing, a marriage was formed.
…
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
