In the Yang manor, a green hut had been set up in front of the central room. It was made of bamboo and wood and covered with green cloth.
Xiao Man slowly got off the carriage. With the help of two palace maids in splendid attire, she covered her face with a feather fan and stepped onto the red carpet with her embroidered shoes. Stepping on the brazier, straddling the saddle, and straddling the sacks of rice, the pair of "golden boy and jade girl" gently scattered the grains on the two of them. The rice drops bounced along their robes and gently splashed on the red carpet.
The two of them stood still in the Green Hut. The guests all rushed in and filled the Green Hut to the brim. They looked at the couple and bowed.
Yang Fan looked at Xiao Man, who was covering her pretty face with a feather fan. He slowly recited the poem he had asked someone to write in advance, "Chang 'e flies with the colorful clouds and descends. She cannot sleep alone in the Toad Palace. If the Dao is reunited like the bright moon, the feather fan moves gently and the osmanthus blossoms … "
After reciting the poem, the snow-white feather fan in front of Xiao Man was gently moved away. The water is the eyes, the mountain is the eyebrows, the eyes are like lacquer, the skin is whiter than snow, bright and beautiful. Even though Yang Fan was already familiar with her appearance, he was stunned, not to mention the guests in the hall.
Being stared at by Yang Fan's burning gaze, Xiao Man couldn't help blushing shyly. She gently lowered her head.
The master of ceremony said, "Bow to each other!"
Two red prayer mats were placed in front of them. The two knelt facing each other. Xiao Man's eyes were very complicated. There seemed to be some confusion and some contradiction. But when she met Yang Fan's eyes, she subconsciously lowered her eyes.
"First bow!"
Under the command of the master of ceremony, under the signal of the two palace maids, Xiao Man folded her hands on the blanket in front of her and bent her waist deeply. Her fair and clear forehead gently touched her fingertips. When she slowly and elegantly straightened her waist, she saw that Yang Fan had already bowed down. She saw the five-beam crown that had been bowed down and the fresh flowers that had been pinned on the five-beam crown.
For some reason, her heart suddenly palpitated. An indescribable feeling suddenly rose in her heart.
"Second bow!"
Yang Fan straightened his back to accept the bow, and Xiaoman bowed deeply once more. Unknowingly, Yang Fan had thrown away all the distracting thoughts in his heart, and he solemnly sensed everything before his eyes.
The third bow, the fourth bow, the ceremony was complete.
A pair of scissors tied with red silk was sent to the groom, Yang Fan. Yang Fan cut a strand of hair and placed the cut hair and the scissors on the red silk tray. The tray was then sent to Xiao Man. With another crisp cut, a lock of Xiao Man's black hair fell.
Xiao Man stared at the strand of hair on the plate, as if a very important part of her life had also been cut off. People often say that for a woman, marriage is equivalent to a new life. Then, this hair ceremony was probably the feeling of cutting the umbilical cord of a newborn. Xiao Man's heart suddenly felt empty.
She watched as the palace maids skillfully tied her and Yang Fan's hair together with a red thread and put it into a brocade pouch embroidered with the words "Blissful Union for a Hundred Years". Suddenly, a very familiar and strange feeling welled up in her heart.
That feeling was like after her mother's death, when her Elder Brother used his hand, which had been ground into a bloody mess by the sand, to gently hold her small hand. It was as if the blood of the two of them had suddenly been connected. The sacred ceremony passed down by the ancients suddenly gave her an indescribable feeling. She wanted to cry.
"Hold the hand of the son!"
The master of ceremony's voice was still loud and high-spirited. Yang Fan's hand held her small hand that was hanging by her side. Xiao Man's delicate body suddenly trembled. She was just thinking about how her Elder Brother would hold her hand and take her to wander the world. The moment Yang Fan's hand held hers, she suddenly looked at Yang Fan. In a trance, she felt as if the figure of her Elder Brother and Yang Fan were overlapping.
The Elder Brother in her childhood memories, as she grew older, also grew in her imagination. That image was always vague and abstract. She had never been able to clearly see the image of her Elder Brother in her dreams. His face always seemed to be hidden in a layer of fog. But now, that image suddenly became incomparably clear. He was standing by her side!
In the darkness, it seemed that her Elder Brother's mature and childish voice came, "Niuniu, you've grown up. In the future, the one holding your hand and taking care of you for the rest of your life will no longer be me, but your husband! Niuniu, Elder Brother is leaving … "
The image of Yang Fan in her heart became more and more clear, as if it wanted to expel the image of her Elder Brother from her mind. Xiao Man inexplicably became afraid. She was afraid of this feeling. She wanted to pull her hand out of Yang Fan's hand. Yang Fan felt her action and couldn't help but frown slightly. He increased the strength of his hand.
The little stubbornness of the two, in the eyes of the guests, seemed to be the bride's shyness. So, laughter immediately filled the green hut.
"Hold your hand, eat with your chopsticks.
Hold your hand, eat with your food.
Hold your hand, die with your child.
Hold your hand, sleep with your child.
Hold your hand, be happy with your child.
Hold your hand, grow old with your child.
Hold your hand, what more can I ask for!
Thank the heavens, what more can I ask for in this life! "
Under the guidance of the emcee, the two of them recited the poem that they had long memorized when preparing for the wedding. In the beginning, Xiao Man's voice seemed to be half a beat slower than Yang Fan's, and Yang Fan's voice was not firm and dignified enough. But as they recited, their voices actually had a strange resonance.
Xiao Man's voice was still half a beat slower than his, but it sounded harmonious and beautiful like a husband singing and a wife following.
The two of them were unknowingly affected by this solemn and sacred ceremony and became solemn and dignified.
"From now on, he is my husband!"
"From now on, she is my wife!"
The two of them looked at each other at the same time. This time, neither of them avoided the other's gaze. Their gazes were fixed, and there was a kind of infatuation.
In the midst of the eulogy of "hold your hand," no one noticed Xiaodong's back as he quickly walked out of the Green Hut and the two drops of tears that fell sadly.
Gao Ying's lips carried a bitter and joyful smile. She gently wiped the corners of her eyes and took the lead in cheering.
In the Green Hut, there was a thunderous applause …
…
"Bride, this way please!"
The emcee guided Yang Fan and Xie Xiaoman out of the Green Hut. Accompanied by many guests, they came to the left side of the courtyard. Yang Fan was surprised to find that the emcee had led them to the pigsty in the left side of the courtyard.
Of course, Yang Fan could not raise a pig, but there was clearly a pig in the pigsty, and it was a white and clean sow. The white and clean sow's head was tied with a red silk scarf, and it was humming comfortably in the sun.
The emcee said with a smile, "Bride, bow and pray in silence!"
"Ah?"
Xiao Man was taken aback and looked around timidly. Finally, she decided to ask Yang Fan. Xiao Man quietly asked, "Why do we have to pray to a pig?"
Yang Fan thought for a moment and shook his head. When the emcee heard the bride's question, he laughed and said, "Sow has a lot of offspring, and can give birth to eight or ten in one litter. Pray to the sow, for good luck, and have more children in the future!"
Xiao Man almost fainted when she heard this. The emcee said with a smile, "This is an ancient ceremony, bride, quickly bow!"
Xiao Man had no choice but to respectfully bow to the sow three times. That sow accepted Commandant Xie's three kowtows. She didn't pay any attention to her, only wagging her little tail and grunting a few more times.
As Yang Fan stood there, he suddenly thought of the scene of Princess Taiping throwing her husband into the pigsty on their wedding night. He couldn't help but burst out laughing. Xie Xiaoman was forced to bow three times to a sow, and her heart was already full of shame and indignation. Suddenly hearing Yang Fan laugh, she thought he was making fun of her. She couldn't help but glare at him and blurt out, "You want me to have as many children as a pig? Don't even think about it!"
"Uh …"
Yang Fan's smile froze. Many of the guests who were watching the ceremony burst out laughing when they heard the bride's tough words.
Xiao Man knew that she had made a slip of the tongue, and couldn't help but blush. She didn't know why she said such a sentence. She obviously didn't want to marry, how could she even think about the problem of how many children to have?
The awareness of being a wife had been instilled little by little into Niuniu's heart through these ceremonies.
The banquet began. Accompanied by her good friends, Xie Xiaoman went to the bridal chamber to change into a light dress. She wore a narrow sleeved short shirt and a long skirt. She could walk freely during the banquet and didn't have to worry about tripping or rubbing herself with grease. And this kind of dress also served to accentuate her slender and slender figure, making her look even more beautiful and pleasant.
"General Wu of the Yulin Guard arrives!"
"General Qiu of the Jin Wu Guards arrives!"
The master of ceremony stood at the door and shouted. More than half of the guests in the hall stood up. Today, the guests were mostly military generals. These military generals' ranks were lower than the two generals', and many of them were their direct subordinates. How could they not stand up to greet them?
Yang Fan and Xie Xiaoman came to the door to greet them. Huang Xuchang, Zhang Xitong, Wei Yong, Li Dayin, and the others also followed behind them. They saw Wu Youyi and Qiu Shenji walking side by side, and behind them were two old soldiers carrying congratulatory gifts. As soon as they saw Yang Fan, Wu Youyi laughed and said, "General Yang, congratulations, congratulations!"
Yang Fan did not expect the two of them to come. He hurriedly gestured to the guests in the hall and said, "Yang Fan's wedding is not worthy of the two great generals coming to congratulate me. The two great generals' arrival really makes Yang Fan feel extremely fearful. Great generals, please come in quickly."
There were so many seats in the hall, but there was really no one worthy to sit with these two. Fortunately, King Liang, Wu Sansi, had said that he would personally come to congratulate them. Although Yang Fan did not know if his words were true or false, he still had to make preparations. Therefore, there was a table left in the hall, and he invited the two of them to sit at this table.
Yang Fan and the bride had just offered a toast to the two great generals when the master of ceremony at the door shouted in an even louder voice, "Steward Li of Princess Taiping's Residence, under the orders of Princess Taiping, has come to congratulate General Yang on his wedding and to deliver congratulatory gifts. General Yang, please come out and welcome us!"
As soon as these words were shouted, the entire hall immediately fell silent. Princess Taiping? What kind of background did this Yang Fan have? How could he make Princess Taiping send an envoy to congratulate him? Everyone was astonished, including Qiu Shenji. Only Wu Youyi remained calm and was not surprised at all.
This great general had a strong first impression. He had long recognized Yang Fan as his cheap uncle. Wasn't his cheap uncle Princess Taiping's cheap father? Recently, Princess Taiping had been in contact with the court officials more and more frequently. It seemed that she intended to intervene in the political arena. It was reasonable that she wanted to make friends with Yang Fan, who could still speak in front of the empress.
Qiu Shenji was surprised for a moment, but his expression also calmed down. The reason he thought of was that Yang Fan and Princess Taiping had competed together and defeated the Tubo team. In his opinion, Princess Taiping might have treated Yang Fan differently because of this.
When Yang Fan heard the master of ceremony's shout, his heart immediately tightened. Princess Taiping? Would she be kind enough to congratulate him? Today's marriage was originally a trick of her out of jealousy. What kind of trick was she playing now?
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