The Flower Festival, a festival full of poetry and romance, is like a grand and gorgeous dream curtain that slowly opens in the capital, decorating this ancient city like a dream. The lively scene is even better than the festive atmosphere during the Chinese New Year.

Zhuque Street in Beijing has transformed into a sea of ​​joy and festivity. Both sides of the street are adorned with colorful lanterns, swaying gently in the gentle breeze like dancing elves. Large and small, round and square, they are adorned with exquisite designs: vibrant blooming flowers, auspicious birds in flight, and auspicious clouds. These lanterns illuminate each other, bathing the entire street in a warm and romantic glow, as if weaving a vibrant dream.

The "Bao Tian Xia" steamed bun shop was bustling with activity. To celebrate Jiang Xiaohuang and Mo Chen's wedding, the shop had creatively offered free wedding buns. News of the event spread like wildfire throughout the capital, drawing a large crowd of people. The line snaked out of the shop like a long, winding dragon, seemingly endless. Their faces were filled with anticipation and joy, as if the free buns were more than just food; they seemed to be auspicious gifts that would bring them joy and good fortune. They chatted and discussed the upcoming grand wedding, their words filled with well wishes for the newlyweds.

The atmosphere in front of the prime minister's residence was filled with a profound sense of joy, like a palace overflowing with happiness. The eight-man sedan chair resembled a bride in her finest attire, draped in red silk and adorned with colorful ornaments. The sedan was adorned with exquisite satin, embroidered with lifelike auspicious designs of dragons and phoenixes, delicately crafted and vibrantly colored, as if the dragons and phoenixes were poised to soar into the sky at any moment. Ornate pearls and jade adorned the space, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight like vibrant stars, showcasing the grandeur and solemnity of this wedding to the world.

Mo Chen, clad in a brand new top scholar red wedding gown, appeared before everyone with a steady and confident stride. The gown seemed tailor-made for him, perfectly tailored to his body, framing his tall and straight figure perfectly. The fabric was also exquisitely crafted, its texture superior, gleaming softly and elegantly in the sunlight. He wore a black gauze hat, his eyes bright and spirited beneath its brim. His nose was high, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, a hint of happiness in his smile. He appeared handsome, elegant, and graceful, like a gentle young man from a painting.

However, his joyful journey to welcome his bride was abruptly stopped by Young Marquis Su at the high threshold of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Young Marquis Su stood majestically in front of the door, like an insurmountable towering mountain. He held a real sword steadily in both hands, and the blade flashed with cold light, as if telling of its sharpness and majesty. The red silk specially tied to the scabbard fluttered gently in the breeze, like a touch of spiritual flame, cleverly adding a festive atmosphere to this originally serious "difficult" scene. Young Marquis Su looked serious, staring at Mo Chen solemnly, and said loudly: "Want to marry my niece? Pass me first!" After a pause, he cleared his throat and continued: "Three questions! The first question is, what kind of buns does Xiaohuang like to eat the most?"

Mo Chen's lips curled up slightly upon hearing this, a confident smile blooming like a flower. Without hesitation, as if the answer had already been etched in his mind, he answered with certainty, "Mushrooms and fresh meat, with double the amount of bamboo shoots." The familiarity and certainty in his tone suggested that he and Jiang Xiaohuang had been together for countless years and knew her preferences intimately.

Young Marquis Su nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with Mo Chen's answer. He then posed the second question: "What is she most afraid of?"

"Thunder. Every time it rains, she hugs me..." Mo Chen paused, a blush creeping onto his cheeks, as vibrant as the sunset glow. His eyes revealed a hint of shyness and tenderness, as if recalling those warm and sweet moments he had shared with Jiang Xiaohuang. His reaction drew laughter from the crowd around him. It seemed as if, through this small detail, they had glimpsed the deep and sweet bond between the young couple, and they were all moved by this genuine emotion.

Young Marquis Su seemed quite satisfied with Mo Chen's answer. He nodded again, his expression growing more serious, like an impartial examiner preparing to test Mo Chen in the final round. He stared at Mo Chen intently and asked in a deep voice, "Final question! What would you do if someone bullied Xiao Huang?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Chen's eyes instantly hardened, like two deep, cold stars, gleaming with an inviolable radiance. Without hesitation, he drew the soft sword from his waist. With a flick of his wrist, a flash of cold light appeared, and the sword traced a graceful arc in the air, creating a breathtakingly beautiful sword flower. The blade gleamed with cold light, reflecting a dazzling and blinding brilliance in the sunlight, like a flash of lightning, shattering the tranquil air. Everyone was startled to realize that the tassel of the sword was actually the sandalwood bookmark Jiang Xiaohuang had casually given him. Despite the baptism of time, the bookmark remained intact, its grain clearly visible, as if telling of the precious friendship it held. Mo Chen gripped the soft sword tightly, his voice firm and powerful, resonating like a bell: "This sword of mine recognizes no one!" His voice was filled with determination and courage, as if declaring to everyone in the world that his commitment to protecting Jiang Xiaohuang was as firm as a rock, unquestionable.

Just as Mo Chen, brimming with confidence, raised his foot slightly, preparing to cross the threshold of the Prime Minister's residence, a sudden and intense sound of horse hooves echoed in the distance. The clatter, like a torrential downpour, instantly shattered the tense yet joyful atmosphere. Everyone turned to look, only to see Jiang Xiaohuang, atop a chestnut horse, galloping towards them like a blazing red whirlwind. Her posture was slender, her position steady on the horse like a fearless female general. Behind her followed a group of women in red, also on horseback, each one awe-inspiring and imposing. Their red garments rustled in the wind, like blazing flames, embodying the energy and passion of youth.

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