Xu Qingmo was carried onto the sedan chair by Xu Yanquan. Xu Yanquan slowly lowered the curtain and held back his instructions: "If you feel wronged or sad in the future, you must come back and tell big brother!"
Xu Qingmo nodded slightly across the fan.
Only then did Xu Yanquan let go with relief, but he didn't know that Xu Qingmo behind the fan had already burst into tears.
With a high-pitched sound of "lifting up the sedan chair--" resounding throughout the sky, the wedding team from Yongchang Marquis Mansion set off on their way again.
The ground was paved in red all the way, drums were blaring, and salutes were blasting. The groom and his relatives and friends rode on tall horses, leading the bride's eight-carrying sedan forward steadily, followed by the one hundred and eighty-eight-carrying dowry of Marquis Ningyuan. Walking around the Eight Main Streets of the capital, all the way to the gate of Yongchang Houfu, the eyes are covered with red makeup, and it stretches endlessly.
Later, people said that when Ningyuan Marquis married his legitimate daughter, the dowry was 188 carries, and each carry was real. If Xu Qingmo hadn't been wearing the phoenix crown given by the queen, the 188 carry would have been over the limit. .
Hua Ying and Qu Lian followed the sedan, one holding wedding candy and the other holding snacks.
Xu Qingmo was sitting on the sedan chair, her consciousness gradually peeling off. She squeezed the beads in her hand tightly, gritted her teeth to stay awake, and the hand holding the fan began to tremble involuntarily.
The sedan slowly moved forward, the sound of firecrackers crackling, but Xu Qingmo felt that the sounds were getting farther and farther away from her little by little. She leaned there, closed her eyes, and tried to wake herself up: "Huaying!"
Hua Ying on the side quickly followed the sedan: "Girl, what's wrong? Are you hungry?"
Xu Qingmo paused, took a deep breath, and tried to sound as calm as possible: "The wooden box I gave you this morning, no matter what happens today, you have to hand it over to Meng Hetong tomorrow morning. do you know?"
Although Hua Ying didn't know what it was and had to give it to Meng Hetong, Hua Ying always remembered what Xu Qingmo said: "I know! Is the girl hungry now?"
Xu Qingmo shook his head, then remembered that Huaying could not be seen now: "I'm not hungry! How long will it take?"
"Just go around one street and you'll be there!" Hua Ying said softly.
Xu Qingmo said no more, holding the beads tightly, trying to keep himself awake in this way.
The person who picked up the bride finally returned to the Yongchang Hou Mansion, and the people in the house were waiting for him early.
Xi Niang sang: "The bride gets off the sedan chair!"
Xu Qingmo was sitting upright, but felt that his consciousness was leaving his body bit by bit. At this moment, Meng Hetong's hand stretched out. She grabbed his hand and followed him out of the sedan.
In the main courtyard of the Yongchang Hou Mansion, Meng Hetong pulled Xu Qingmo and walked step by step towards Mrs. Meng who was sitting in the center of the main hall.
Next to Mrs. Meng, there is a memorial tablet of the late Marquis Yongchang.
"Worship heaven and earth!"
"Two thanks to Gaotang!"
"Couple greetings!"
"It's done!"
Xu Qingmo and Meng Hetong were escorted into the bridal chamber. They ate dumplings and drank wine. They continued to make trouble for a long time before Xi Niang left with a smile.
Meng Hetong still had guests to deal with outside, so he asked Xu Qingmo to have a good rest in the room. Xu Qingmo agreed with a smile, but was reluctant to let go of his hand: "Drink less. If you drink too much, you will inevitably become dizzy!"
Meng Hetong looked at Xu Qingmo, patted her hand gently, and said comfortingly: "I know, if you are tired, you should rest first without waiting for me to know?"
Xu Qingmo responded with a smile.
Meng Hetong was dragged away as soon as he went out. The young men were all there making fun of him, saying that they would try their best to get him drunk today so that he could have an unforgettable wedding night.
After the person left, Xu Qingmo's breath that she had been holding slowly released. She sat on the bed and looked at Qu Lian and Hua Ying who were standing by for a long time, and then said, "I'm a little tired. I'll take a nap and wait." Remember to call me!"
Xu Qingmo's breathing had become a little labored. Although Hua Ying felt strange, she just thought that she got up too early today and was too tired, so she got up and walked out: "The girl can only take a nap first, but she can't sleep Too heavy."
Xu Qingmo responded with a smile: "Okay!"
The door was slowly closed. Xu Qingmo finally couldn't support her weak body. She looked at her hands that were slowly losing control. She knew that her soul began to slowly lose control of her body. She finally wanted to left.
Xu Qingmo lay down slowly. The phoenix crown on her head hurt her, but she could no longer feel the obvious pain. She had experienced such a feeling before, when she jumped from the roof of Ruyun Pavilion. It's a soul-stripping feeling.
She slowly closed her eyes, tears falling bit by bit from the corners of her eyes, and she understood that her time had come.
The candlelight not far away flickered, and the candle tears slowly shed, illuminating the happy words on the wall very brightly: "Meng Hetong, I'm sorry..."
The door was opened, and it was Meng Hetong who rushed in, followed by Master Huide in cassock.
Master Huide rushed to Xu Qingmo immediately. When he saw the string of Buddhist beads that Xu Qingmo was holding tightly, his tightly furrowed eyebrows relaxed slightly. He reached out to touch her nose, but she was no longer breathing!
Master Huide fell silent. Meng Hetong rushed to her side at this time. He held Xu Qingmo's hand tightly, his eyes full of despair. He opened his eyes and looked at Xu Qingmo dreamily, but he couldn't say anything. In one sentence.
Master Huide sat on the ground, put his hands together, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.
It wasn't until this moment that Hua Ying and Qu Lian realized something was wrong. They rushed forward to wake up Xu Qingmo, who was just taking a nap, but found that she couldn't wake her up.
"Girl! Girl! Don't scare us. What's wrong with you, girl?" Hua Ying's face turned pale. She kept shaking Xu Qingmo. She was obviously fine just now. She said she wanted to rest for a while. , why, why did this happen suddenly!
Hua Ying grabbed Meng Hetong's clothes in disbelief: "Master Hou, what's wrong with our girl? She was obviously fine just now, she was obviously fine...":
"Yusheng!" Meng Hetong slowly raised his head, and then looked at Yusheng who was guarding the door, "Tell the seventh prince to take my place and have a good drink with these people. Don't reveal even half of the news here!"
Although Yusheng didn't understand what happened inside, she knew very well that it was definitely not a good thing. He took a deep look at Qu Lian, who was slumped on the ground with a look of confusion on his face, and then turned around and left.
Others may not know what happened. They only know that Xu Qingmo lost his breath for no reason on their wedding night. If this matter spread, it would be very troublesome, so now, he can only delay it.
