The first day of March coincides with Grain Rain, and the weather is fine, suitable for weddings and travel.
Firecrackers are blasting in the streets, gongs and drums are noisy, and there is joy everywhere.
Mo Shixi was led by the maid onto the sedan chair and staggered out of the Huan Mansion.
"Miss Mo, what's wrong with you? I'll be riding in front. If anything happens, just ask the maid to call me."
It was Qin Songyun's voice. He was also getting married for the first time. He was clearly pretending to be a skilled comforter with some nervous trembling.
"It's okay, brother Qin, don't worry. I've gone through the process before, and you won't make any mistakes if you follow it."
Mo Shixi, who was comforted, comforted him in turn.
"good."
Qin Songyun breathed a sigh of relief and drove his horse towards the sedan.
Mo Shixi sat quietly in the sedan chair, her ears quietly pricked up. The sound of congratulations outside the sedan chair mixed with Qin Songyun's clean and clear young voice made people feel very at ease.
She woke up very early today because she needed to dress up. After listening to the commotion outside for a while, she fell asleep due to the shaking of the sedan and her misty eyes.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a very noisy sound outside the sedan, as if some conflict had occurred.
The people sleeping in the sedan were awakened by the noise outside.
"What happened?"
Mo Shixi didn't know why, so she raised her voice a little more and called "Brother Qin", but no one agreed.
Her heart suddenly became very flustered and fell into her chest.
"Brother Qin?"
She called again, but still no one responded.
Mo Shixi wanted to lift the red hijab that blocked her vision to see what was going on outside, but was interrupted by a familiar voice outside the sedan.
"Miss Mo, you can't uncover your head when you get married. It's unlucky."
It was Wangchun, the maid who had been serving her in Huan Mansion.
Mo Shixi felt relieved and asked softly:
"Wangchun, what happened outside? Why is it so noisy? Where is Brother Qin?"
Wangchun's voice was calm, soothing the nervous bride in the sedan.
"Miss Mo, don't worry. It just happened that someone was getting married in front of me. The road was not wide, so I accidentally bumped into it while walking, which caused some twists and turns. It's not a big deal, and it will be solved in a short time."
Mo Shixi sat on the sedan with peace of mind and gave up the idea of taking off her hijab to check the situation in person.
However, she didn't notice: Wangchun only replied to the previous question she asked, but didn't mention a word about the traces of "Qin Songyun".
Sure enough, as Wangchun said, the noisy sound outside did not last long and soon returned to the lively sound of gongs and drums.
The sedan chair swayed to the spot, and a large and generous hand reached into the sedan chair. Mo Shixi was a little confused: the hand in front of her was slightly calloused, very similar to Brother A Xing's palm.
Probably everyone who practices martial arts is like this!
She had never seen Qin Songyun's hand, so she easily persuaded herself to put her delicate hand on it.
Suddenly, the big hand grasped her hand tightly, and with some skill, Mo Shixi was easily carried on his back.
"Qin Songyun's" back was broad and warm. She lay on it without worrying about being thrown down.
He was carried all the way into the wedding hall.
What followed was the traditional marriage process. Mo Shixi had learned about it in advance and followed the instructions of the best man to "bow down to heaven and earth" and "bow down to the high hall twice".
After the ceremony, she was led into the wedding room by the maid Xipo.
When her buttocks touched the soft bed, Mo Shixi breathed a sigh of relief. She wanted to take off her hijab and come out for some air, but was stopped by the maid Wangchun.
"Miss Mo, you need to wait for the groom to remove your hijab."
She remembered that no one else knew about the fake marriage except the four of them, so she had to bite her lip lightly and put down her hand that was ready to move again.
After sitting there for a long time, Wangchun suddenly came in with a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus wine dumplings.
The wedding was really tiring. Mo Shixi didn't eat much in the morning, and now she was hungry. She didn't care about anything else, so she obediently let Wangchun feed her.
The portion of a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus dumplings was not too much or too little, just enough for her to fill her stomach without overstuffing her stomach.
After eating the dumplings, the hostess, who could not see the way and had limited mobility, rinsed her mouth with water, and all the maids in the room withdrew.
Mo Shixi was the only one left in the wedding room.
Sitting on the soft bed, Mo Shixi always felt uneasy.
There was something wrong with what happened today.
Since that incident halfway, Mo Shixi has never heard Qin Songyun's voice again.
Also, although it was a fake marriage today, as a mutual friend of her and Brother Qin, Huan Rongxing did not attend, which was really strange.
Moreover, she was just in a fake marriage, and all the maids and wives who didn't know the truth had left. Isn't it a bit ridiculous for her to still wait for her husband to come back like this?
Mo Shixi held the tip of the hijab with her hands and wanted to pick it up. Suddenly, the sound of a man's steady footsteps came from outside the door.
She was startled, and the hand that wanted to lift the hijab was quickly retracted, timidly placed on both sides.
It was really difficult to take off the hijab today. Could it be that we really had to wait for the groom to take it off? Mo Shixi was still joking in his heart.
The man outside the door opened the door and walked in, then quickly closed the door.
"Brother Qin?"
Mo Shixi asked doubtfully.
The visitor said nothing.
There must be something wrong.
Mo Shixi pursed her lips and decided to lift her hijab when the visitor was unprepared. She didn't believe in those traditional customs.
The visitor seemed to have a premonition of her plan. He took a few steps quickly and put his palm on her hijab to stop her thoughts.
With her eyes open, she couldn't see anything, and the person in front of her didn't know who had what purpose. Mo Shixi's face turned pale, and her lips trembled as she asked:
"Who are you?"
The visitor didn't answer, but she still knew his true identity.
"Brother Huan?!"
Huan Rongxing took off her red hijab.
Mo Shixi blinked, and the person in front of her was Huan Rongxing, who had not appeared during the day.
At this moment, he was wearing a set of bright red wedding clothes. The cuffs, collar, chest and tail were all embroidered with the same pattern as his wedding clothes.
It is obviously the groom's official attire.
Mo Shixi raised her head slightly, and the gemstone earrings in her ears collided and made a crisp sound.
"Brother Axing, why is it you?"
She had a bad feeling in her heart.
Huan Rongxing opened her thin lips lightly, "Why can't it be me?"
He left the bed, walked a few steps outside, picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured wine into two white porcelain wine glasses.
"Shi Xi, it's time to drink Hexin wine."
Huan Rongxing brought the wine glass close to Mo Shixi's lips.
"Are you crazy?"
Mo Shixi turned her head and did not drink the drink on her lips.
She felt that the world had changed in an instant, and the person in front of her was no longer her gentle and reliable brother.
"Shi Xi, you are willing to help Qin Songyun get out of trouble and get married, so why can't you marry me for real just to satisfy my love for you?"
Huan Rongxing smiled with a calm expression, but it made Mo Shixi feel terrible.
"This is different!"
Huan Rongxing didn't listen to her explanation, and put the spilled Hexin wine to her lips again.
Mo Shixi suddenly felt irritated and felt the moisture on her lips. She raised her hand and slammed the wine glass to the ground.
"Click."
The sound of breaking porcelain exploded in the ears of the two people in the wedding room.
