Chapter 269: Ancient Qiang Marriage! Hope and Despair
The next evening.
The fourth brother, He Yue, brought more than 10,000 elite soldiers from Ba County and stationed them at Sunset Hill, ten miles outside Dangyang Mountain. He was also quite surprised to learn that He Zhaojun suddenly wanted to marry Wen Ziduan according to local customs. However, at such a life-and-death moment, he cast aside the red tape and was left with only worry and busyness.
It was a simple ceremony. He Zhaojun wore a red wedding dress, a black cloak with a long tail, and a local headdress on her head. She was supported by Wen Zidan and came out of the house to hold the ceremony under the sunset.
He Zhaojun looked down and saw that it was just an ordinary dress. Although the texture was rough, the stitches were fine. It was the best dress in the tribe. It was sewn stitch by stitch by stitch by all the elders in the village and carried the blessing of the ancient Qiang tribe.
She just felt that it was extremely precious. Being able to marry Wen Ziduan in Gu Qiang was the happiest thing in her life.
At dusk, the sun and the moon gradually alternate, implying "yang goes and yin comes", so it is called "hunli". The ceremony is solemn and mysterious, but it also brings a ray of light and hope to the ancient Qiang people who have suffered from war.
Clan leader Yubita and He Yue organized the ceremony together. They couldn't help but shed tears as they watched He Zhaojun and Wen Ziduan kneel down and kowtow again and again towards the capital.
Wars are raging everywhere, and it is the common people who suffer in the end. Is God really so cruel that he would let this pair of lovers be separated?
Wen Ziduan wore a long, dark robe, which made him look tall and slender, like a bamboo in a painting. A deadly poison was corroding his bones and flesh on the left side of his sternum, near his heart. The slightest movement caused waves of unbearable pain, but at this moment, he showed no fear.
He Zhaojun wanted to support him, but Wen Ziduan insisted on walking alone. After they had burned incense, paid homage to the heavens and the earth, and their ancestors, and had addressed the gods one by one, Wen Ziduan reached out and put his arm around He Zhaojun's waist.
"Ziduan!"
He Zhaojun screamed in surprise as Wen Ziduan unexpectedly lifted her up and carried her sideways, striding towards the tent. If she hadn't seen the horrific wound with her own eyes, she would have suspected that Wen Ziduan was feigning illness.
By the time she was placed on the bed and sat down, although Wen Ziduan's expression remained unchanged, cold sweat had already appeared on his forehead and blood was flowing down his cuffs, staining He Zhaojun's red wedding dress with bloodstains, like blooming flowers.
"When we met at Tugao Mountain that day, your old wound had not healed yet, and it was like this, with blood flowing down your sleeves. I was so scared." Wen Ziduan didn't care about his injuries at all. All he remembered were the little things he had experienced with He Zhaojun.
He Zhaojun lowered her head and held his gradually cold fingertips: "My little injury, what's that?"
"Well, so, this is just a minor injury. It's okay. Don't cry." Wen Ziduan gently touched He Zhaojun's bun.
Hearing his words, He Zhaojun couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and teardrops as big as beans rolled down her cheeks. Wen Ziduan was such a fool. It was such a long time, and he was still so smooth-talking.
"The wedding ceremony here is simple, but I will give you nothing less." Wen Zi poured two glasses of wine and handed one to He Zhaojun's lips.
Are we going to drink a cup of wine together?
He Zhaojun moved her lips and swallowed the wine and tears together. The tears were slightly salty, and the wedding wine was sweet. Wen Ziduan's lips were warm and cool, but their breath was hot.
At this moment, the two fell on the big bed and kissed each other passionately, as if they wanted to use this method to engrave the person in front of them in their hearts.
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