"One comb combs to old age, and the other combs white hair to the eyebrows......"

The red candle trembled slightly, the shadow of the lamp flickered, and the old voice was slightly choked with forbearance.

In front of the old bronze mirror, a woman with a good face sat calmly, the red wedding dress on her body was very eye-catching, and behind her, a white-haired old woman was trembling with a peach wood comb to take care of three thousand green silk for her.

"Grandma...... What are you crying about? The woman asked the old woman softly.

The old woman secretly wiped a handful of tears and forced a smile: "Grandma didn't cry, Miss will get married today, Grandma is happy!" ”

"Grandma, don't cry, when I get married, this house will be left to you, Grandma is a person who can live, and she won't have to worry about not having food in the future." The woman smiled lightly and comforted.

"Miss......" The old woman choked up, but she wanted to say something.

The woman didn't seem to notice the old woman's mourning emotions, looked at the red candle burning more than half on the side, and urged softly: "Grandma, hurry up, the sedan chair will come later." ”

The old woman picked up the peach wood comb, held a strand of green silk in her dry hand, and her voice became more and more choked: "Three combs are full of children and grandchildren, and four combs meet nobles......"

"Bride! The sedan chair has arrived! There was a shout from the sedan chair man outside the door.

The woman's red lips waved, a faint smile unfolded, and urged: "Grandma, hurry up." ”

"Nine combs and nine sons; Ten combs of husband and wife to the white-haired ......" The old woman choked and curled up her hair, and slowly inserted the last golden hairpin.

"Grandma is so beautiful." The woman chuckled and stood up.

"Miss......" The old woman knelt on the ground and called her sadly, and for a while her eyes were cloudy with tears, "Miss, don't marry, don't marry......"

"Grandma." She helped the old woman up and chuckled: "I've been waiting for him for ten years, it's an old girl, he doesn't dislike it, I have to marry." ”

The woman put a fiery red hijab on her head, lifted the corner of her skirt and stepped onto the sedan chair.

Through the sedan window, she could see people all over the capital, all looking at the long queue of relatives on the street. Today, everyone in the capital knows that Weizi is going to marry Du Yunrou.

Her lips hooked up a shallow smile, she was going to get married.

She waited ten years for today.

At the age of eighteen, she asked him if he wanted to marry her, and he asked her to wait, and he said that he had not succeeded in his career and had no shame to start a family.

Later, he went out with the army, and once he went, it was three years.

When she was twenty-one years old, she asked him again if he wanted to marry her, and he said yes, but he said, wait, when he is famous, he will let the whole capital know that he married her.

When the Nanban came, he went out again, and once he went, it was another three years.

He followed the general, got his name in the first battle, became a lieutenant general, and at a young age, he became famous.

She was twenty-five years old that year, and asked him for the third time if she wanted to marry Du Yunrou.

He smiled bitterly and said that he couldn't get married, the Nanban was not peaceful, and he didn't know when he would go on the expedition next.

He said, Du Yunrou, you should get married. She only laughs, she doesn't marry, I'll wait. Wait a little longer, and it'll be another three years, and she'll be twenty-eight.

Today, it's finally time to get married.

She is the oldest woman in the capital, even if she has been public opinion in the capital for ten years, today, she is still on the sedan chair in a beautiful manner.

Wei Zidu, you see, everyone in the capital knows that you are going to marry Du Yunrou. She chuckled under the red hijab.

The sedan chair stopped, and she was helped down by a group of soldiers in armor who came to greet her.

"Miss Du, this is General Wei's saber." There was a hint of respect in the soldier's eyes, and he presented her with his broadsword in both hands.

Du Yunrou took it and held it in her arms. The broadsword was heavy, cold, and hard without a trace of temperature.

The man didn't come back, the knife came back.

She held the knife and walked slowly into the happy hall.

Outside the hall, there were all people, who should have been lively, but when they saw her come in, there was no sound for a while.

Everyone looked at her, and she knew, they all pitied her. But she doesn't feel pathetic. Du Yunrou is going to get married, marry Wei Zidu.

She had already made up her mind that when he came back this time, whether he married him or not, she would marry him, she thought of thousands of words, but he only brought a message back, and all her words were blocked in her chest.

The guards were all dead, on the battlefield, or under the hooves of horses.

I heard that there are no dead bodies.

She touched the cold hilt of the knife and smiled lightly, he always had a way to stop her words, but this time, she was going to marry him.

In the happy hall, there was a tall man with a handsome face, and the man looked at her at this time, with a lot of emotion on his face.

She blessed him, "Are you General Qin Yuan?" ”

He nodded, "It's Qin." ”

"Zidu has mentioned the general in the past, he has great respect for the general, the daughter of the people and Zidu's parents have died early, and today I dare to ask the general to be a high witness." She said lightly.

Qin Yuan glanced at her deeply and sighed, "Actually, you don't have to embarrass yourself like this......

She touched the scabbard and smiled softly under the red hijab, "The general will be a witness, and the son will be very happy." ”

Qin Yuan sighed, stepped onto the seat in the high hall, and nodded at the ceremonial officer on the side.

"Worship heaven and earth!" The ceremonial officer shouted.

Xitang was quiet, she held the broadsword, slowly knelt down outside the hall, and bowed.

Inside and outside the happy hall, someone quietly sobbed, this woman in a red wedding dress, every gesture was calm and firm, her move to marry today was obviously so stupid, but people couldn't give birth to a trace of ridicule. She only bowed softly, but it was heavily buckled in everyone's heart, this is an infatuated woman, she waited for ten years, but in the end she only waited for a saber.

"Second worship high hall!" She got up, turned around, and was about to kneel again, but was dragged by a pair of palms.

"It's too late for you to regret it now." The man sitting in the high hall held her up and said with a complicated expression.

She smiled quietly, moved away from his elbow, knelt down, and bowed calmly. "Husband and wife worship each other!" The ceremonial officer shouted.

The hall was quiet, Du Yunrou turned sideways and bowed to the air.

Originally, the ceremonial officer arranged a stand-in to worship with her, but she stopped her.

There was no need for a stand-in, she firmly believed he was there.

"Send to the cave!" With the last shout, she went quietly to the happy room in the silence of the room, holding the broadsword.

The red candle danced, the air in the room was a little cold, and she sat on the happy bed, holding a broadsword, as if waiting for something. For a long time, she sighed softly.

She knew he wouldn't come.

Lifting the fiery red hijab with her bare hands, she held the broadsword in her arms and looked at it carefully.

She recognized this knife, six or seven years ago, when he brought this knife to her, the pride on his face could not be concealed, he said, this knife was awarded by him for military merits, and it was a good knife.

He liked the knife so much, after death, his soul must have been attached to the knife.

She touched the scabbard carefully, with a gentle smile on the corner of her lips, "I married you, and I am your person, Zidu, you wait for me." ”

She slowly pulled out the broadsword, the shiny blade of the knife swayed, and two lines of tears slipped down.

I heard that the more souls under the knife, the brighter the blade becomes.

I heard that there are too many blood debts, and if you go to hell, you will be pursued by ghosts.

Zidu, are you afraid?

She slung the broadsword to her neck and closed her eyes calmly.

Don't be afraid, I'm here for you.

"Zheng!" The sound of weapons colliding exploded in her ears, and she felt a pain in her mouth, and the broadsword was bounced to the ground.

Wooden door "Bang! The man in a wheelchair at the door looked at her coldly.