"What?" Even if Song Tinyun was calm and composed, he was a little confused when he heard the news. "The goose … is dead?"
The first etiquette of the wedding was to "lay down the goose". After sending the goose in, the second procedure could be carried out.
Xiyan symbolized the harmony of the zither and the zither and symbolized a long life together … Before the wedding ceremony began, a goose died?
Even if Song Tinyun didn't look forward to this marriage and didn't have too deep feelings for Cui Xiaoxin, the bad start still cast a dark cloud over his heart.
Could it be that today's wedding was doomed to be difficult to calm down?
"Yes. I don't know why one of the goose we brought died on the way … "The housekeeper braced himself and said. In order to show the importance of this wedding, Song Weidong, the housekeeper of the Song enterprise, accompanied Song Tinyun this time. Except for the old man beside the old immortal, Song Weidong was the first servant who controlled the power of the Song enterprise's internal mansion.
Song Weidong was known for his mellow, thoughtful, meticulous and selfless way of handling things. They originally thought that if he was sent to follow them, no matter what happened, he could solve it in time and there would be no mistakes.
What he didn't expect was that Song Weidong had considered everything thoroughly, but he had neglected the pair of birds.
"The problem is, there are so many things and so many things. Who will think of that bird?"
This pair of birds was not a big deal. The servants in the manor had prepared them in advance and kept them in cages. When it was time to escort the bride, two quick-looking manservants would carry the wild geese, which were tied with red silk and smeared with pink powder, into their arms and follow the procession forward. When they arrived at the door of the bride's house, the manservants would hand the xiyan to the bridegroom, and then the bride would personally hand it over to the people of the Cui Mansion.
The ceremony of "laying down the goose" was completed.
However, now one of the two birds died.
Were they going to send the dead goose to the Cui Mansion?
How would the Cui family interpret this behavior? They wouldn't think it was cursing their daughter to die … Even if they didn't think it was so vicious, it was extremely rude and even provocative.
"What should we do now?" Song Tinyun suppressed the anger in his heart and asked in a low voice. "Send one in?"
"Young Master, I'm afraid that won't do … Xiyan are sent in pairs. If you send one … it's not auspicious."
"Just find another one and replace it …"
"Young Master, we only have this pair of Xiyan … Something like this has never happened before, so we didn't prepare any other replacements. Even if we send someone to hunt one down now, I'm afraid we won't make it in time. It's winter now. I don't know where I can catch a wild goose in such a short time … "
"So you mean … there's no other way?" Song Tinyun's mouth flashed with a hint of murderous intent. "What do I need you for?"
"Young Master …"
"Without that goose, are we going home now?"
"Young Master, don't be anxious …" Song Weidong also had a headache. They couldn't let such a small matter affect the wedding, let alone delay the auspicious time of the wedding ceremony. "Why don't we let someone …"
Song Weidong whispered a few words into Song Tinyun's ear.
Song Tinyun looked at Song Weidong and asked, "Will this work?"
"It should work. As long as we get through this moment and let Young Master enter the door to escort the bride, who will care whether that goose is alive or dead? "
Song Tinyun also knew that this was the only way. He said, "Then hurry up and do it."
"Yes, Young Master."
Song Weidong pulled the manservant to a remote place and picked up the originally dead Xiyan. A sparkling and translucent crystal ball appeared in his palm.
He pressed his palm down slowly and forced the crystal ball into the dead goose's body.
The goose, which had been stiff and lifeless, gradually became alive. It suddenly flapped its wings, trying to break free and spread its wings to fly away.
Song Weidong grabbed the goose tightly and didn't let it escape. He said softly, "This is a fake soul. I can only let you live a little longer … A dead bird, where can you escape to? "
Song Weidong handed the live goose to the servant beside him and said coldly, "Look after it. If you let it escape again, you don't need to live anymore. "
"Yes, yes — —" The servant hugged the goose tightly, like he was hugging his own life.
Song Weidong walked over to Song Tinyun and whispered, "Young Master, Xiyan is ready — — it's time to perform the ceremony."
Song Tinyun looked at the red door of the Cui residence, nodded and said, "Then start the ceremony."
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Today was the wedding day of Song Tinyun of the Song family and Cui Xiaoxin of the Cui clan. From the Emperor to the officials, almost everyone would come to the Song family to drink a cup of wedding wine and give a generous gift. If one wanted to be an official in the West Wind Kingdom, one must not offend the Song clan and the Cui clan. In that case, not only would it be difficult to keep the hat on his head, but the head under the hat would most likely not be able to keep it.
But there was one exception, that was the Old immortal of the Song family, Song Gudu.
It was his grandson's wedding day. Logically speaking, Song Gudu should sit in the hall and enjoy the tea offered by the newlyweds. Song Tinyun's parents and the current head of the Song family, Song Junhe, had also invited him. Song Gudu only used the excuse 'I don't like to drink tea' to refuse.
Song Gudu's status was extraordinary, the West Wind Kingdom was so, and so was the Song family.
If Song Gudu did not want to go, then no one dared to force him to go.
Besides, everyone knew that the reason why Song Gudu did not want to leave was because he was worried about his sick granddaughter Song Chenxi in the old mansion.
Song Chenxi was Old immortal Song Gudu's most beloved granddaughter. There was no doubt about this, and even the entire capital knew about it.
The weather was getting colder, and Song Chenxi's condition had worsened. It was said that she was now bedridden and could not even speak clearly. Every day, Song Gudu would push his clothes to relieve his food, pass qi and decoct medicine, and was unwilling to leave for even a moment.
For the sake of his granddaughter's illness, he refused to attend his grandson's wedding — — Song Gudu's actions were unique in the entire West Wind Kingdom. It was precisely because of his true temperament that the people of Tiandu loved and loved him even more. Even the Song clan, which was implicated and affected by the extermination of Song Yu's family, had been resolved a lot.
Song Gudu knew what kind of pillar of faith the people wanted, and he just so happened to fill such a position.
As usual, after Song Gudu finished a bowl of millet porridge, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, took the silk handkerchief that the old man brought over to wipe his hands, and then got up and walked towards the kitchen in the backyard.
The old man knew that it was time to decoct the medicine.
Every time it was this time, Song Gudu would personally go to the kitchen to decoct a medicinal soup for Miss Chenxi.
The prescription was personally written by Song Gudu, and had been seen by the most famous doctor in Tiandu. There were several extremely rare medicines in the prescription, such as the dew on the acacia flowers every morning, the tail of Huo Mingzi, and the blood stone formed from the magma spewed out by the thousand-year-old rock beast — —
For ordinary people, they had never even heard of it, let alone picked it to make medicine. However, it was not too difficult for the Song clan. Every day when Song Gudu walked into the kitchen, someone had already prepared everything, and was only waiting for the Old immortal to light the fire.
As usual, the old housekeeper was squatting under the stove to light the fire. He used the branches of an avocado tree, which was easy to burn, but the fire was not too fierce. The old housekeeper was very familiar with this kind of thing, and did not need a flint. He gently rubbed his finger to ignite the dry wood.
"Today is Tingyun's big day, as a grandfather, you should go and drink a cup of wine — — If you don't go, everyone will feel uneasy. I don't know what I did wrong to make you unhappy, and you're in conflict with the children at home. "The old man grumbled as he added more avocado branches to the kitchen.
"Their mouths are on other people's bodies, let them say what they want to say. Chenxi is so sick, how would I have the mood to go and drink some wine? How would I have time to listen to their hypocritical compliments? Tell me, how many of those who went to congratulate me today can't wait for me to die? "
"If you say that, then there's no way you can live. When people live for a long time, they will naturally block the way of the young. If you block the way of others, who wouldn't despise you? Wouldn't they curse you to die? "The old man comforted him with a smile. "However, Tingyun is after all a child of your own family, you've liked him since you were a child — — are you really not going to see him today?"
"I'm not going. I don't drink alcohol, and I don't like tea. What's the point of pouring a bowl of water and drinking it tasteless? " Song Gudu poured bottles and jars of medicinal herbs into the medicine pot. "What's wrong with you today? You didn't talk so much before. "
"Just thinking that the child who used to run in front of me naked has suddenly grown up, and is going to get married today, I'm sighing that I'm really old — —"
"Who's not old?" Song Gudu sighed softly. "You, you're younger than me."
"Look at what you're saying — —" The old man smiled and shook his head, the wrinkles on his face more dense and deep under the illumination of the fire. "No matter who looks at me, I'm not as young as you."
"Old, the fire is old." Song Gudu stirred the medicinal herbs in the pot with a wooden spoon, reminding aloud. "At our age, what's the point of looking at the face? Just look at the face. "
"So, you didn't give Tingyun face today, are you not afraid that Tingyun will bear a grudge against you?"
"He, is still too young, lives extravagantly, and lacks experience." Song Gudu sighed softly. "It's said that the Song clan is full of talented people, and the people of the Song family also believe it. I don't agree with this statement. Singling them out, each child was not bad. Smart enough and hardworking enough. The results they had achieved were also impressive. However, they are after all the children of the Song clan, isn't it natural for them to achieve such results? "
"They have a higher starting point than others, and see further. They can practice sword techniques, they can eat pills. Countless rare treasures are offered to them. Under such circumstances, if they still can't grow — — then they're born to be trash. "
"Aren't you asking too much of the children?"
"As big as a country, as small as a family, there will be ups and downs of glory and disgrace. After thousands of years of development, the Song clan seems to have taken shape — — However, it is precisely because the Song clan is now standing at the pinnacle of power in West Wind that it has reached the most dangerous moment. Think about it. Among these children who have never experienced life-and-death fights and never encountered a life-or-death situation, which one of them can really save the Song enterprise from danger at the moment of life and death? "
"Look, you're still asking too much. The young people of Tiandu, which one of them can save the rise and fall of a family?"
"That little dragon can." Song Gudu said in a firm voice. "Li Muyang can."
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