The sound of firecrackers gradually subsided, and the sound of ritual music also became silent.
The marriage between the Huangfu and Ximen families was finally settled, and the newlyweds entered the bridal chamber after toasting with wine.
The guests who were full of wine and food began to leave. It was strange today. When leaving, each guest received a small jug of wine from the generalissimo. It was said to be a casual gift. I hope everyone likes it.
However, everyone wanted to know the story behind the drink, but the host was unwilling to tell more, so the wine became a suspense at today's wedding.
When it was almost time, both Huangfu Qingmei and Ximen Guxing took off their heavy wedding robes and put on simple home gowns, but the color of the gowns was still festive red.
At this time, Ximen Lone Star finally relaxed. After the guests left, a group of people from the Marshal's Mansion were waiting. He has lived here since he was a child, and from a certain perspective, this is also his home.
It's just that his parents are in Ding'an City all year round, and Zhuang Waner has always been in charge of him and Huangfu Qingmei here.
"Sister, you are tired too. Do you want to take a rest with your mother?" Ximen Lone Star said with a smile. Now that they are married, he has also decided that Huangfu Qingmei will not be as angry with her in the days to come.
"I'm in good spirits, why don't you see your good brother coming to congratulate you?" To Ximen Lone Star's expectation, Ximen Xiaoyu said something coldly.
Upon hearing this, Huangfu Qingmei frowned and replied: "Didn't he say he would come over during dinner in the evening? Why are you in a hurry? He has ordered all the drinks today..."
Although Huangfu Qingmei was married to Ximen Guxing, she couldn't bear to hear other people gossiping about Li Xiuyuan.
Ximen Xiaoyu held her hand and smiled, saying, "Aren't I thinking about you? I don't know what gift that fool will give to my sister-in-law today."
Ximen Lone Star shook his head, looked at his sister and said, "That guy just wants to stay away from strangers. I think you are out of luck, sister. Otherwise, in such a lively scene today, he would rather stay in the library."
From Ximen Lone Star's point of view, Li Xiuyuan's mind was all about cultivation, and even the small wine shop in Ding'an City was just a whim.
Otherwise, as soon as he heard that he was coming to Fucheng, he immediately slapped his butt and threw everything from the winery to the shopkeeper of Jinyifang?
Huangfu Qingmei looked at Ximen Xiaoyu carefully, stepped forward and pinched her cheek, and said softly: "It doesn't make sense?"
Ximen Lone Star was stunned, looked at her and asked, "What makes no sense? Who is the princess talking about?"
Huangfu Qingmei took a sip of tea and looked at Ximen Xiaoyu and said, "You are said to be as beautiful as a fairy. Why can't that guy Shura see you? Is he blind?"
Seeing Ximen Xiaoyu's expression of pity, Huangfu Qingmei thought to herself, if I were a man, would I also like such a lovely person?
But Li Xiuyuan in the library was like a piece of wood, turning a blind eye to Ximen Xiaoyu, not even willing to come out to eat, and hid in the building all day long.
Ximen Lone Star sighed, looked at the two of them and said, "Princess, it's not like you haven't heard that guy say that he will never marry a wife unless he enters the extraordinary world. Do you think he is joking?"
In fact, he had thought that Li Xiuyuan would attend his wedding, but it was not until last night that Li Xiuyuan told him that he would only attend the dinner party, not the wedding banquet, which made him a little angry for a moment.
Ximen Xiaoyu didn't care about him at all. He looked at Huangfu Qingmei and said, "Let's see what kind of gifts he can give you tonight, otherwise I won't be able to spare him."
At this moment, Wang Lianhua came over, looked at Ximen Xiaoyu and said, "Come with me for a walk in the garden. Don't pester your brother and sister-in-law all day long."
When Ximen Xiaoyu heard this, he had to follow her out of the flower hall obediently.
...
Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting in the Marshal's Mansion, had been sitting here in a daze for who knows how many days, and he didn't know how many mountains of books he had smashed. After practicing in the mountains of books, the Eye of Deception has become more and more proficient. You can read dozens of lines at a time.
Even so, he didn't find what he wanted.
He was planning to stay for a few more days. If there was still no news, he might have no choice but to go back to Ding'an City and wait for the news.
Thinking about going to attend the dinner at the Grand Marshal's Mansion that night and face the Grand Marshal who is second only to the extraordinary in the wilderness, I can't help but feel a little uneasy. I also want to give a gift to the two newlyweds.
After thinking about it, I didn't have anything valuable on me. What I had, I guess the two of them didn't lack either.
The only thing I can do is choose a poem from the poems that stick in my mind.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan put the books on the table aside, took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, poured a few drops of wine into the inkstone, and with the faint aroma of wine, he held a tube of pine ink and started grinding it.
Although to Chen Shanshan, Ximen Lone Star is her enemy. But he was very speculative with this guy. In his eyes, there was no such thing as good guys and bad guys.
Everyone just has different positions and has no choice when it comes to certain things. Unlike me, at worst, I can just slap my ass and leave, and no one will be offended.
Thinking about it now, the decision I made in the academy was the right one. No one chooses, but it is actually a choice, a kind of persistence and understanding that belongs to oneself, and one's decision will not be shaken by outsiders.
As the ink gradually intensified and the aroma of wine rose, Li Xiuyuan held Lang Hao's hand but thought about the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, which was also the day when the two of them got married, and what kind of poem he should write to suit his mood.
I held the pen in mid-air but couldn't find a sentence that fit this feeling and meaning. Unknowingly, a drop of thick ink with the aroma of wine fell on Hu Xuan.
At first glance, it looks like a bright moon.
He was startled, but something flashed in his mind. In the lightning, the wolf hair in Li Xiuyuan's hand finally started to write along this drop of ink, which was like a full moon.
I found the sentence I had been thinking about, but I couldn't catch the flash of flash memory fragments.
The ink is like the running water of a mountain stream, the pen is like an iron sword in his hand, and with the sword intention like a dragon and a snake, Li Xiuyuan wrote a poem for Huangfu Qingmei and Ximen Lone Star that coincides with the will of God.
He put away his last smile, and just like his snow-cutting sword slashed across Huxuan, a sword intent broke through the paper and flew into the air outside the book store!
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Zhuang Waner and Wang Lianhua, who were making tea and chatting in the garden, saw the sharp sword intent rising from the library, as fast as a dragon and a tiger, and as fast as lightning, slashing towards the sky.
Zhuang Waner glanced at Wang Lianhua and said faintly: "This is the real evildoer!"
Wang Lianhua also sighed, looked at her and replied, "I don't know if it's their luck!"
Ximen Xiaoyu, who was sitting aside, didn't understand what the two were talking about and asked, "Mom, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
Wang Lianhua pointed to the sky, looked at her and smiled: "You missed a sword intention, a unique sword intention."
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Twilight rises, and the night fog gradually grows.
After leaving the library, Li Xiuyuan came outside the flower hall of the Marshal's Mansion. At this time, Wang Lianhua was asking the maids and servants to serve wine and food. Looking at Li Xiuyuan walking by, he called out: "How are you doing here, little friend? How are you getting from collecting books?"
Li Xiuyuan clasped his hands and saluted, and said with a smile: "It's going very well. Is the marriage between Brother Ximen and the princess going smoothly?"
Wang Lianhua replied: "What kind of difficulties will you encounter at the Marshal's house? I was just about to ask Xing'er to call you. Come and sit down. The banquet will start soon."
Li Xiuyuan chose a table next to him and sat down, smiling: "That's fine, I was just thinking of congratulating the two newcomers."
Ximen Xiaoyu looked at Li Xiuyuan sitting at the table, pouted and said: "I said you are also my brother's brother. Why did you come here after dark? Isn't my brother's wedding worthy of your participation?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, and replied calmly: "Everyone who comes to this city during the day is a distinguished guest. What does it mean for me, a brewing craftsman, to sit at the banquet?"
Ximen Xiaoyu laughed and said, "Hey, my mother regards you as a god. You must not be humble."
While they were talking, Huangfu Qingmei and Ximen Guxing came over, sat down next to Li Xiuyuan's table, looked at him and asked: "Today is my big day, you won't come empty-handed, right?"
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he glared at him. "Didn't I order this wedding wine specially for you? Don't you think all the guests are satisfied?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head helplessly, thinking that even if there was a gift, it would not be given to you before the meal.
The family sat in the garden, by candlelight and moonlight, and happily had a long-lost Mid-Autumn Festival family dinner.
Ximen Xiaoyu clamored for Li Xiuyuan to give him a gift. Huangfu Qingmei ignored his parents and mother-in-law and came to sit at the same table with him, which surprised Huangfu Jingyun.
Li Xiuyuan naturally stepped forward, bowed his hands to Huangfu Jingyun and Zhuang Xiaowan, and thanked the Marshal's Mansion for hosting him and allowing him to learn a lot of wild knowledge.
After saying that, he took out another bottle of wine and put it on the table. He looked at Zhuang Xiaowan and said, "This is the wine that the juniors made last year. Please give it a try to the seniors. Please forgive me if there is any disrespect these days."
Zhuang Wan'er took the wine jar, patted it away carefully, put it under her nose and smelled it.
"What a jar of fine wine. I don't know if the girl from that family is lucky enough to marry a wonderful person like my little friend one day." After saying that, he poured it into his own cup unceremoniously.
Wang Lianhua handed her wine glass over and said, "Let me have a taste. I don't drink as much wine from this little guy as the two children. It's easier for them both."
Zhuang Xiaowan poured it for Wang Lianhua and then for Huangfu Jingyun, and said with a smile: "Try this old wine."
Ximen Lone Star laughed, patted Li Xiuyuan on the shoulder and said, "Even if you have a conscience, it is not in vain for the princess to help you enter the library to practice."
Li Zuoyuan looked at him and shook his head, saying, "I wish you and the princess all the best."
For a moment, everyone gathered to drink the vat of wine given by Li Xiuyuan, and the strong aroma of wine spread in the garden.
Ximen Guxing looked at his mother and said, "Mom, do you know that this glass of wine costs ten spiritual stones in Ding'an City? What you are drinking is not wine, but spiritual stones."
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled and said: "What kind of spiritual stone is this? Wine is only what you like. It is good wine when you drink it. It has nothing to do with high or low."
Zhuang Wan'er didn't say anything, just took a shallow taste.
After a long while, he said softly: "Although fine wine is rare, what I drink is the spiritual stone."
Ximen Xiaoyu's eyes turned red, and he looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "I heard from my sister... You can remember next time that you have to leave a few cups for me after brewing the wine. My brother wants me too."
"What's this? Wait until next spring, when the princess finds the elixir, and I'll brew it and give it to your brother." Li Xiuyuan stood up and took Ximen Guxing to toast Huangfu Jingyun.
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A large group of people gathered in front of the hall, eating melon seeds and peanuts and admiring the moon. Li Xiuyuan cleared his throat, looked at Huangfu Qingmei and said: "Princess, you know that I am very poor and don't have anything valuable. After thinking about it, I wrote a poem for you two. ."
After saying that, he took out Hu Xuan, whose ink was not yet dry, and handed it over quietly.
Huangfu Qingmei was startled, took the Huxuan from Li Xiuyuan, smelled the faint aroma of wine, put it on the table and unfolded it slowly, then looked back at Ximen Lone Star and said, "Go and call my mother!"
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