Millet didn't understand what I meant by this, and asked me, "Don't you dare to cure?" What does that mean? ”

"Forget it, let's not talk about him for now, is the outside decorating the house?"

"Well, now the whole house is full of joy."

"Then it's time for us to get ready."

The good day is getting closer and closer, and Murong, as a bride-to-be, is busy every day, either trying on bridal clothes, or listening to Aunt Liu talk about things to pay attention to when getting married.

In a blink of an eye, it was a good day, and plates of peanuts and longan red dates were brought to the front hall and placed on the table.

Murong's house was all red, and the deafening joy lingered in the vermilion mansion gate, and Murong's house was particularly lively.

Xiaomi and I got up early in the morning, freshened up early, and sat on the chair waiting for Murong to invite us.

The bride invited by Mufu was busy in the house, looking at Murong in front of her, who was about to become the second lady of the Wan family, she had mixed feelings in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.

Murong sat at the dressing table, looking at himself in the bronze mirror, his cheeks were slightly red, his eyes were clear, his slightly curly eyelashes seemed to be a little wet, a luxurious and delicate wedding crown was worn on his head, and a fiery red wedding dress was draped over his body.

The wedding dress is sewn from the best material, the pattern on the wedding dress is very simple, the gold outlines the blood-colored flowers on the other side like the flowing glow of the sky, the wedding dress is covered with a very soft and thin light veil, and the Xipa decorated with the rice grains like Nanzhu covers her peerless beauty.

The waist is tied with a flowing cloud yarn Su embroidered belt, which just outlines her exquisite figure. The fiery red clothes made Murong's face even more white and red. The green and white ten fingers lightly trimmed the wedding dress, and the fingers of Ruyu were painted with fiery red Kodan.

"Xi Niang, have you seen my sister?"

Xi Niang thought for a while and shook her head and said, "I haven't seen it since this morning, and it's almost auspicious."

Murong's delicate face crossed a fierce color: "Xi Niang, can you help me invite my sister over, I can't have my sister at the wedding."

"Okay, Second Miss, you wait here first, I'll go and please."

Only Murong and Xia Mei were left in the room, Xia Mei's hand was in her sleeve, she didn't dare to take it out, and the handkerchief two days ago was back in her hand.

"Xia Mei, come here."

Xia Mei's hand in her sleeve shook violently, but she naturally walked to Murong's side, waiting for Murong to speak with her eyebrows lowered.

Dozens of miles outside the door with red makeup, horse-drawn carriages lined up from the street to the end of the street, orderly, countless flower petals were spread on the roadside, and the cold wind swept the fragrance of flowers and pierced the heads of pedestrians faintly.

Even the dry branches of the city were tied with countless red ribbons, and the roadside was full of surging crowds, one after another, all sticking their heads out to watch this rare wedding.

A firecracker shook the sky, Wan Yang rode a high-headed horse and led the people of Wanfu to the door, and the welcoming team was already waiting outside the door. The Ye family, the head of the family, stood in front of the mansion and dressed up to attend, and the people in the mansion were very busy.

Wan Yang dismounted and knelt in front of Ye: "Meet my mother."

Xi Niang returned to Murong's room from outside with a happy face, covered her head with a big red hijab, and was about to get up and go out with Murong's arm.

Murong pressed Xi Niang's hand and asked, "Xi Niang, will my sister attend?"

I stood at the door of Murong's room with Xiaomi, and chuckled: "My sister is by your side, why don't I go if you get married?"

Murong under the hijab pulled out a triumphant smile, and that smile appeared on his flushed face, which was extremely terrifying.

The strength under Murong's arm was retracted, and the bride was ordered, helping Murong Shen to walk out of the room step by step.

When the sun shines in the sky, the welcoming convoy welcomes the arrival. The red silk on the sedan chair fluttering, the suona music and drums on both sides are higher than the other, and many people in the queue are holding flowers in front of them.

A pair of boys and girls held the skirt of Murong's wedding dress and slowly walked to the front of Mu's mansion, the firecrackers outside the door shook the sky, and the surrounding relatives and friends congratulated Ye on this good relationship.

Xi Niang's loud voice sounded: "The woman returns the gift!"

I looked at Millet, who nodded, and walked all the way to the front with the tray in his hand and the other maids.

"A pair of jade ruyi!"

"A black gold belt!"

……

Murong couldn't see the situation outside, so he could only listen to the good news of Xi Niang, but in every word, it was all good things, could it be that he was discovered?

Xi Niang walked up to Xiaomi, lifted the tulle on the tray, and after seeing the handkerchief in the tray, her eyes were full of surprise.

Murong in the hijab saw Xi Niang's footsteps walking to Xiaomi, but he couldn't hear Xi Niang report the things for a long time.

Murong was overjoyed, and hurriedly excused himself: "My hand was accidentally injured a few days ago, so I asked my sister to help me embroider a picture of a mandarin duck playing in the water on the handkerchief, don't blame my sister."

The voice in front of the house suddenly quieted down, Murong couldn't wait to see me make a fool of myself, everyone's eyes fell on me, and I stood aside and looked at Xi Niang for a long time.

Murong couldn't see it, but the others could see it clearly. The bride carefully took out her handkerchief, and stroked the picture of the mandarin duck playing in the water back and forth with her two hands, her eyes full of amazement.

"Miss, this embroidery is very good, what a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water, the old woman has not seen such exquisite craftsmanship for a long time!"

"What?"

Xi Niang's admiration broke into Murong's ears, and everyone only heard Murong exclaim, thinking that she was too excited.

Only Murong was dumbfounded, and his mind was still echoing with what Xi Niang had just said. She is not stupid, as long as she thinks about it a little, she thinks of Xia Mei.

"Traitor!"

Murong flicked his sleeves and immediately flew out of the fiery red wedding dress.

I have been waiting for this moment for a long time, there are many people present, and countless pairs of eyes have seen a handkerchief dropped from Murong's body, and I stepped forward to pick up the handkerchief.

"Sister, your handkerchief has fallen off."

I inadvertently shook the dust on it, caught a glimpse of the pattern on it out of the corner of my eye, covered my mouth in surprise, and the handkerchief in my hand fell to the ground again, only this time, it fell on the ground in front of Wanyang.

Murong was still wondering when she came out with a handkerchief, and as soon as she lowered her head, the handkerchief spread out at her feet.

"This ...... It's not my handkerchief! She took a few steps back, and a bang in her head seemed to explode suddenly.

Wan Yang lowered his eyes and looked at the handkerchief, his face darkened in an instant, and he pinched the corner of the handkerchief with two fingers and picked up the handkerchief with the picture of the Living Spring Palace embroidered on it from the ground.

"Murong, why do you have this kind of thing on you?"

"It's not mine, this handkerchief isn't mine......"

Wan Yang suddenly smiled: "When did I say what?"

Murong ripped off the red hijab on his head, pointed at me angrily and said, "It's her!" It was this slut who put it on me! ”

"Sister, why did I put it? Everyone present can see that it fell out of you! ”

I was covered with a thin veil over my face, and I raised my hand to cover my face, and a mist appeared in my big eyes, as if I was very afraid of my sister.

"Musie, you slut! What nonsense are you talking about! ”

She pointed at me with one hand and dragged the hem of her long wedding dress with the other. Ye's face was even more angry, and she wanted to slap that fool to death now.

"Murong, how did you talk to your sister? Watch your posture! ”

Murong turned his head to look at the Ye family: "Mother!"

Ye scolded angrily: "Shut up!"

Aunt Liu spoke out at the right time: "Xiaomi, send the eldest lady back."

I was helped by millet and brought back from the front of the house, and I forgot about the noise outside the door.

Wan Yang handed the handkerchief in his hand to Zhi Xuan behind him, and the big red wedding dress made Wan Yang even more jade tree in the wind, graceful and suave.

"Xi Niang, send the bride into the sedan chair, don't miss the auspicious time."

"Yes, Master Wan."

The streets were crowded, and everyone rushed to see this grand wedding, but they saw such an unbearable side of the bride, and they actually carried a spring palace veil with them.

"This second Miss Mufu is really, she went out with this thing on her wedding day."

"Yes, this will not be good in Wanfu in the future."

Murong, who was covered with a hijab again, sat in the sedan chair, picking at the fingernails of the sedan chair and not noticing it, only the sneers on her outside were in her ears.

Set off the guns, set off the cannons, the red lantern opened the way, blowing and blowing all the way along the way, Wanyang rode a horse in front of the team to welcome his relatives, Murong finally arrived at Wanjia, and was directly sent to the new house to sit.

The news in this city spread quickly, and Wan Yang had to pour wine for the elders one by one at the banquet, and Wan Guogong, who heard the news, did not have a good face at the banquet.

The embroidered satin quilt in the dim new house is also covered with red dates, peanuts, longan, and lotus seeds, which means "early birth of a noble son", and is ingeniously paved into a circle of hearts.

Murong sat on the big bed in the new house, and his mind kept repeating the scenes in front of Mufu, the ridicule of everyone, Wan Yang's anger, and his mother's scolding.

"Okay, you Mu Qian, you will harm me once before leaving, so that I can't be my young lady in Wanjia with peace of mind!"

She wanted to lift the hijab to take a look at the new house, but as soon as she raised her hand halfway, she put it down again.

In front of the dresser outside the red gauze tent, a sunflower-shaped copper mirror reflects the reflection of the human child, the bright red hijab, the slender waist is like a tight silk belt, and the ten fingers are like the tips of fresh onions, which are placed on the legs.

Long strips of silk floated on both sides of the bed curtains, dark yellow tassels hung with beads and shells, and the tea set on the table shone golden in the flickering light of the candles.

As soon as the banquet was placed, it continued until twilight, Wan Yang tilted his head and poured it into his mouth, but his mind became more and more sober.

For some reason, he remembered Mu Qian, the disfigured woman, who appeared in front of him at this moment.

Wan Yang stumbled all the way to the door of the new house with the wine bottle, and kicked the black door open as soon as he raised his foot.

Wan Yang, who was holding the wine bottle, went straight to the table, pulled out the chopsticks that had been wrapped in red paper on the table, his hand trembled slightly, and his hand picked up the handkerchief and put it on the eaves of the bed.

A burst of pink incense rushed to the end of his nose, and he raised his hazy eyes to look at the bride, only to feel that Murong on the bed made him sick to his stomach.

There were only some wobbly beads and a face covered with powder in front of him, Wan Yang waved his hand and pushed Murong to the ground, lying on the bed alone and still drinking.

"Brother Wanyang, stop drinking, it's time to rest."