Fu Zhu said meaningfully, "It's to see who the groom is."
There was a very slight evil aura about that matchmaker, but she was indeed a human being.
"Of course, you can also take a look at the bride."
The person seeing off the bride didn't notice anyone following her at all. After walking a long mountain road and it was raining, she gradually became unable to carry the sedan chair.
“This damn rain, I don’t know when it’s going to rain!”
"Didn't you think this road was so long in the past?"
"Do you think it's a little cold? The hairs on my body are standing on end."
"It's raining in autumn, so it's normal to be cold..."
"Okay, okay, stop complaining, finish the wedding as soon as possible, and go back to collect the reward." The matchmaker, wearing a dark red jacket, twisted her handkerchief and turned to say to a few people.
She had white powder on her face, bright lipstick, and a big pink silk flower on her head. She suddenly turned around, looking a little scary in the dark sky.
The person carrying the sedan chair was startled and said, "Matchmaker Sun, you'd better turn around."
Matchmaker Sun shook off her handkerchief, with obvious displeasure in her tone. She raised her voice to warn, "Be careful and walk steadily. Don't bump into the bride, otherwise you will look good! Dong Dong. My lord will not let you off easily."
Upon hearing Master Dong, several people's expressions changed and they did not dare to say anything more.
However, they still sneered at Matchmaker Sun, who was just pretending to be powerful, just showing off in front of them.
Fu Zhu knew clearly in his heart that the Mr. Dong mentioned by the matchmaker must be the groom.
"Hey!"
As soon as Matchmaker Sun finished her lecture, the bearer screamed and stepped into a mud puddle and could not get up.
Zeng Hui slammed into the sedan and let out a "hiss" sound. The matchmaker cursed and opened the curtain to see the bride's condition.
"Miss Zeng, are you okay?" Facing Zeng Hui, Matchmaker Sun's attitude was much softer. She apologized repeatedly, "It's all because the bearers were careless. I have already reprimanded them. You will meet Mr. Dong later, but If you want to put in a nice word for me, I definitely didn’t delay the timing on purpose.”
Zeng Hui had never wanted to marry that Mr. Dong, but now that she had an accident and could be delayed on the road, she felt relieved in her heart and said softly, "I'm fine."
Matchmaker Sun saw a red spot on her forehead and could only pray in her heart, hoping that Mr. Dong wouldn't mind.
Putting down the sedan curtain, Matchmaker Sun turned to the sedan bearer and yelled, "Aren't you full? Hurry up and lift the sedan!"
Zeng Hui listened to Matchmaker Sun's scolding and could not make any waves in her heart.
Only when the cold wind came in did Zeng Hui feel that she was still alive.
She reached out her hand to pick up Qiu Yu, closing her eyes and enjoying the peace of the moment.
The sedan swayed and was lifted up. Zeng Hui opened her eyes in despair, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a girl holding an umbrella in the rain and fog, holding a child in black, standing not far away.
Was she dazzled?
Zeng Hui rubbed his eyes and looked again. Apart from the rain and mist, how could there be any girls or children there?
In the distance, Riji nervously hugged her satin-like black hair, covering it in front of her eyes, "Has she discovered us?"
Fu Zhu said firmly, "No!"
Cancan's stomach made a "gurgling" sound, echoing Fu Zhu.
Hiji breathed a sigh of relief.
Fu Zhu said that following others cannot be discovered by others.
Otherwise, the tracking will fail.
"Eh? Where is the sedan chair?" Riji scratched his face and asked in confusion.
They had just been chatting, but now they realized that the sedan chair was missing.
Fu Zhu said: "I'm sure I haven't gone far, I can catch up."
The sedan did not go very far, it just hit a bump and was beyond their field of vision.
When the sedan chair appeared in sight again, Riji breathed a sigh of relief and didn't lose sight of it.
"Why are you here so late? Don't you know the auspicious time has passed?"
A red umbrella stopped in front of the sedan chair.
The visitor was dressed in a wedding dress, with a turban on his head and an unknown bird's tail feathers. He turned his back to the crowd and spoke in a high tone.
Matchmaker Sun's feet softened and she knelt on the ground, "Mr. Dong, the weather is really bad. We didn't delay the time on purpose!"
This was the first time for several bearers to see the legendary Lord Dong. He appeared in front of the sedan chair without any sound. Could he be an ordinary person?
Thinking about the rumors about him again, I couldn't help but panic.
Master Dong glanced at the annoying Qiu Yu and felt that Matchmaker Sun was right, "Okay, I won't blame you this time."
Matchmaker Sun said exaggeratedly: "Thank you, Mr. Dong!"
Master Dong seemed to be very pleased with it, and the bird feathers on his hat trembled slightly. However, he felt that this was detrimental to his dignity, so he said in a deep voice, "Everyone, please leave. I will personally take the bride back."
After he finished speaking, there were ripples under his feet, and the bearer was lifted three feet away by this inexplicable air current. After realizing that this was Master Dong's trick, the bearer rolled away and ran away.
horrible!
Fu Zhu couldn't help but twitch her lips as she looked at the airflow that collapsed at her feet.
Master Dong turned around with satisfaction, revealing Lushan's true face.
Fu Zhu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth again.
Mr. Dong was wearing wedding clothes, with small eyes, swollen cheekbones, slightly high spine, and the appearance of a deer-headed rat.
When he turned around, he seemed a little shorter for no reason. Xifu was dragged into the mud.
It turned out to be a winter rat.
Master Dong turned his eyes and saw Matchmaker Sun who had not left while holding on to the tree, "Why didn't you leave together?"
Matchmaker Sun had seen Mr. Dong's true appearance. She had known that he was ugly and always stretched his legs in front of outsiders, so she was not surprised. She quickly let go of the tree and reminded carefully:
"Master Dong...you haven't given me this reward yet."
Mr. Dong's nose twitched twice and he sneezed. He raised his hand and wiped it with his wedding clothes. He took out a money bag from his sleeve and threw it to Matchmaker Sun.
"Take the money bag and get out of here. Don't interfere with my master's life events."
Without outsiders, the winter-haired rat returned to its original voice, which was a little thin and did not sound majestic.
Matchmaker Sun smiled so much that the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes squeezed together, "Okay, okay, I'll leave now!"
Apart from anything else, this bamboo rat spirit is still generous in giving rewards, many times more than she used to do as a matchmaker.
Zeng Hui felt extremely uneasy as she listened to the commotion outside. She thought she had taken everything lightly, but now she realized that she couldn't do it at all.
Putting one hand on the sedan curtain, Zeng Hui bit her lip, tears already welling up in her eyes.
Whoosh!
A flying sword was nailed to the sedan chair.
The winter-haired rat quickly retracted his hand and said angrily: "Who? How dare you ruin my good deeds?"
He looked around cautiously, but there was nothing except Qiu Yu.
But the sword was still in front of him.
"A rat spirit has secretly eaten sesame oil for a few days, and then he dares to imitate others and get married?"
In the rain and fog, a girl holding a child in black came slowly.
She held a large bamboo umbrella in her hand, blocking out the wind and rain. She raised her hand slightly, and the flying sword broke away from the sedan chair with a "swish" and flew back to her hand.
The girl let go of the boy in black, holding an umbrella in one hand and a sword in the other.
Yesterday I saw a book friend, The Mouse Reading Silently, cast 5 recommendation votes, and I kept thinking whether the Mouse Spirit I am going to write tomorrow (i.e. today) will offend others.
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Thanks to the book friends who read silently
