Marriage has been a great gift in life since ancient times, not to mention it is related to the royal family.
Fu Qingyi has been busy these days, trying his best, first counting the gift orders, drafting the letter of appointment, revising it, and then arranging various personnel matters, etc., to handle everything properly.
On this day, Meng Ling's boudoir was in the Meng Mansion.
"Ling'er, look who's here." Her mother, Bai Zhi, with a gentle smile on her face, led a woman about the same age as Meng Ling inside.
Meng Ling sat up from the dressing table and looked at the woman, confused at first, then slowly surprised: "Xiao Qi!"
Who hasn’t had a childhood playmate? Although they have grown up, the familiar shadow is still there.
Surprised, Meng Lingyi stepped forward and held the other person's hand: "It's really you!"
"Meng Ling, long time no see." The woman smiled.
Meng Ling seemed very happy to see her old childhood friend again, and said to Bai Zhi, "Oh, grandma, Xiaoqi and I haven't seen each other for several years. We have a lot to say."
Bai Zhi understood what her daughter meant: "Okay, okay, let's chat and I won't disturb you anymore, but don't forget to eat later."
"I understand, Auntie."
After her mother left, Meng Ling took her friend and sat down by the bed, and the two began to chat about what had happened in the past few years.
The changes in the world have made people sigh, Meng Ling said: "Are you already married?"
"Yes." The woman nodded slightly and whispered something shyly.
Meng Ling opened her mouth after hearing this, "Why didn't you inform me then? I couldn't even attend your wedding."
"You were at Chang'an Academy at that time. You were so busy with your studies, so how could I dare to inform you?"
"Then how did he treat you?" Meng Ling asked again.
"It's not bad." The woman said, "By the way, Meng Ling, I heard that Chang'an City is the largest in the world, and the streets are extremely wide. During the day, there are busy cars and people coming and going, and it is very lively; at night, it is even more brightly lit. It’s dazzling and prosperous, and there are poems, songs and dances, arts and crafts, delicious food, etc., is it true?”
The longing look on her face actually only revealed a small part of it. There were more pictures of beautiful scenery unfolding in the prosperous age of Beijing.
"Yeah." Meng Ling nodded.
"Then if there is a chance in the future, can you take me to Chang'an?" The little best friend was delighted.
"Okay, when you go to Chang'an in the future, just write to me." Meng Ling promised.
"Then where can I find you?"
"Of course it's my home."
"Tsk, you haven't even married yet and this is your family. How embarrassing."
Only then did Meng Ling realize that she had said the wrong thing, her face instantly turned red, and she was so embarrassed that she started to fight with her best friend.
In the boudoir, it was a matter between girls, but outside Meng's house, everything was joyful.
Being engaged to the royal family was a huge event for Meng Ya, and his daughter was the apple of his eye, so how could he not hold an engagement banquet.
Today's Meng Mansion is the busiest place in Nanzhou. It is decorated with bright red brocade. There are countless carriages outside the house. Local dignitaries have come to congratulate them. Regardless of whether they have received invitations or not, there are also many businessmen who want to come and make connections. He was communicating with the servants in the mansion and saying nice things from time to time.
"I'm sorry that you don't have an invitation."
"Oh, Meng Qianjin is engaged to my Sixth Young Master of the Qin Dynasty. This is a great joy that is celebrated by the whole world. As a citizen of Nanzhou, how can I not come to congratulate you and hope that you will be accommodating."
Meng Ya was originally the magistrate of Nanzhou, and now he has the aura of being married to the royal family. You can imagine how many people here have to fawn over him.
He was also taking his butler to personally greet the distinguished guests at the gate.
"Congratulations, congratulations, Master Meng."
"The marriage between Ling Qianjin and the Sixth Prince is truly a match made in heaven."
Meng Ya was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear at the various sounds of congratulations, and he would return the favor from time to time.
"Ah, Brother Zhang is so polite."
"Brother Li's presence will bring glory to the humble house. Please come quickly."
The scene was like this outside the house, and it was the same inside the house. The servants and maids at home were all busy preparing a banquet.
In fact, it can be simpler and more direct for the royal family to marry a daughter. All it takes is an imperial edict, and Meng Ya has to send his daughter to Chang'an.
But this is not concubinage.
Xiao Yuan gave Meng Ya enough face.
And when his son married his first wife, he also performed extremely well in etiquette.
After welcoming the guests, the excitement in the mansion continued, and soon the auspicious time came. Fu Qingyi began to perform some complicated ancient rituals on behalf of the royal family and the matchmaker from the Ministry of Rites.
Among the Three Books and Six Rituals, one of the important dates is the groom's choice of the wedding date, the male and female birth certificate written on a red paper, and the matchmaker will take it to the bride's family to discuss the date of the wedding with the host of the bride's family.
All the guests were watching the ceremony, and after the betrothal gift given by the royal family was read out, there was a lot of exclamation.
Needless to say, there is gold and silver here, and there are also many rare things that are rarely seen in this world. This shows that Xiao Yuan is serious about this matter, or Mu Lianying is very concerned about this matter.
And this money does not come from the treasury, but is royal property.
Xiao Yuan fought all his life and captured a lot of trophies, and of course he had his own small treasury.
He was not stingy in giving a betrothal gift to his son, and the etiquette specifications were in line with royal etiquette.
After a series of things were finished, Fu Qingyi read some more congratulatory messages, which were nothing more than the engagement between the Sixth Young Master Xiao Chen and Miss Meng Ling.
Then he took out a big red gift note and handed it to Meng Ya: "This is the royal marriage document."
"Ah, there is indeed Mr. Lao Fu."
Meng Ya took it respectfully with both hands, treating it like a treasure.
The marriage contract has been finalized, and we are just waiting for the good day to get married. There will be no more changes.
"How dare you, how dare you." Fu Qingyi said and quickly handed over his hands: "I haven't had time to congratulate Mr. Meng yet."
"Where are you? Master Fu, please make sure you don't come home until you're drunk today." Meng Ya invited him with a smile.
It was a happy event today. Needless to say, there was no need to talk about the banquet. The whole day was bustling, and it was not until evening that Meng Ya saw off the last group of guests and staggered to his wife's place.
Seeing that he was drunk, Bai Zhi couldn't help frowning and complaining: "I've already talked about my daughter. Why don't you give me some snacks? Are you drunk again?"
"No way, no way, since the guests are here, I have to show my kindness as a landlord." Meng Ya laughed, but it was a wine burp.
Bai Zhi glared at him angrily.
Meng Ya quickly changed the subject: "By the way, have you read the betrothal gift list?"
"Look." When talking about this, Bai Zhi said with some worry: "Xue Fei is too expensive to do, so when our daughter gets married, we
