After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the first day of September.
This is the wedding day of Han Shang and Jiang Xinran.
Han Shang was made a king and given the title Xuan, with his fiefdom in Hanyang in the southwest, but he was allowed to live in the capital. The emperor wanted to compensate his son and wished him to be noble, cheerful, lively and optimistic. He had a really hard time during those more than ten years living in the Buddhist temple.
The autumn weather was clear and crisp, and the whole city was bathed in golden color. Prince Xuan's palace had been decorated, and was just waiting for the auspicious time for the bride to enter.
Chaoyang knocked on the door of Jiang's house. The bride covered her face with a round fan in her hand and walked out of the door under the guidance of the matchmaker and handed the fan to the groom.
Firecrackers crackled, flowers flew all over the sky, the bride sat upright on the red curtained golden carriage, the breeze lifted the red gauze curtain, and Jiang Xinran raised her hand to catch the petals that came with the wind.
When I think of the past, I can’t help but shed tears.
She had never imagined that she would get married. The moment she knew she had fallen in love with Han Shang, she was ready to be misunderstood, spitted on and cursed...
"The bride is so beautiful..."
"I wish the bride happiness..."
Before I started to feel sad about the past, I was pulled back by the blessings.
The people on the street caught a glimpse of the bride's face through the gauze curtain and all offered their congratulations.
The groom on the tall horse in front turned his head to look over, as if he had sensed something. Jiang Xinran raised her head and met his gaze for a moment. Her moist eyes were a testimony to their mood at the moment.
"The couple bows to each other..."
"The ceremony is over, and we will be escorted to the bridal chamber."
The two newlyweds left the front hall amid the cheers of the guests and the sound of firecrackers.
Rong Chaoxi, along with the two little kids Jiang Zhiyuan and Han Yize, squeezed into the crowd, wanting to go inside to make a fuss in the bridal chamber, but they were pushed out after just a few steps.
The three little girls clasped their hands and groaned.
"If you don't want to see it, then don't show it. Let's go to the front and eat up all the food! Let's go!" Rong Chaoxi waved his little hand, and the two little kids followed with great momentum.
As soon as I arrived at the front yard, I heard a noise coming from outside the door.
"Help, little god, save my son..."
An old woman was kneeling outside the gate of Prince Xuan's mansion, holding a skinny man and crying.
The crowd of pleasers had not yet dispersed, and the male guests were gathered outside the door.
Rong Baichuan stood in front of the group, suppressing his anger, "If you're sick, go to the clinic. There's no such thing as a little god here!"
"General Rong, Princess Chaoyang is a god. Please save my son, please save my son..." The old woman cried at the top of her lungs.
Rong Baichuan repeatedly tried to send the woman to the hospital, but the old woman threw a tantrum, insisting the God of Chaoyang come to save her. She also insisted that the gods had revealed an oracle over a month ago, stating that respecting and loving the gods would bring blessings and ward off disasters. She described the "divine vision" of that day in great detail.
Some people in the crowd had confused memories and had a vague impression of the day the old woman talked about. It was as if a box had been opened. More and more people remembered that day and shouted with the old woman, asking the gods to save them.
Rong Baichuan looked at Han Qinmo, who frowned. His magic could not allow a mortal to break through. This must have been done intentionally.
Suddenly, a halo flashed before his eyes, and Han Qinmo looked towards the clouds——
Above the white clouds, he stood in green clothes and black hair. He raised his hand to catch the falling crimson feathers. He twisted them again and again, and found that they were not from ordinary birds.
A gust of wind blew by, and the person in the clouds disappeared. Han Qinmo retracted his gaze and turned to the people present. His eyes flashed, and everyone was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up, scratched their heads in confusion, and then went back to their own places.
The streets returned to their usual bustle, and the guests entered the mansion and took their seats.
"Quick, send them to the clinic." Rong Baichuan hurriedly ordered people to carry the two old women away.
The emperor led the three children out, "What happened? Why did they suddenly remember what happened that day?"
Han Qinmo took out the feather he had picked up and looked at Rong Chaoxi with a slightly solemn expression, "This time, the fallen immortal is still pure."
The fallen immortals who appeared in Dongwu Jiangyang City, the back mountain of Beiyi Imperial City, and the Elder Hall of Xumi Island had all had their souls corrupted and possessed by demons, so they could be easily captured by them.
But the one who appeared today had bright and shining feathers and was able to break the forgetfulness spell he cast right under his nose. It seemed that his cultivation was not low, not inferior to the Golden Immortal.
"Is it that Mo Jilin?" Rong Chaoxi asked, "Why didn't he go to the Spirit Realm to collect Ye He's heart after he came down from the God Realm? Why did he come here?"
"Jing Lan is in the Spirit World. It would be hard for him to hide there." Han Qinmo said, "Maybe he's still looking for an opportunity."
He raised the feather in his hand and said, "Mojilin is a human, and the ones that appeared today are birds and demons."
The two old fathers were confused. They looked at each other bewilderedly and pouted. What were the two children talking about?
"The groom is here! Come on, come on, we have to get him drunk today! He's been deceiving us for so many years. Last year, I almost proposed to him..."
The process of preparing for the new house was completed, and Han Shang came to the front yard, which suddenly became lively.
In the past six months since he regained his male body, he has made many friends, many of whom were people who admired him before. These noblemen were badly deceived by him and will not let him go today.
Seeing that the two children looked unhappy, Rong Baichuan called them in, "Since we can't solve it for now, let's just leave it alone. Today is King Xuan's big day, and we can't spoil your brother's fun. Come in and enjoy the feast."
The banquet was held in all directions, and the hall was full of guests. The melodious sound of stringed instruments lasted until late at night, driving away the drunkenness in the courtyard. The only light left in Prince Xuan's mansion was the clear moonlight, the dim candlelight, and a pair of red candles, filling the room with beauty.
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The next day, at dawn, a crowd of people knelt in front of the general's mansion. They were all sick and injured, and it was impossible to drive them away. Qin Nanjing simply set up a tent and invited three doctors to see them on the spot.
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