Hua Fushu raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Ling Zhiheng secretly, "Did he say anything special to you, or contact you, or send an invitation to your family to a banquet or something like that?"
Yu Chisu frowned and shook her head, "No."
"Really?" Hua Fushu was suspicious. Didn't Ling Zhiheng insist on asking her out with Yu Chi Su before? When she refused, did Ling Zhiheng give up?
"You don't think that Mr. Ling likes me, do you?" Yu Chi Su said.
Hua Fushu blurted out, "Why not? What if he has some bad intentions towards you?"
Ling Zhiheng just likes big fish.
Yu Chisu thought Xiaohua was joking. She glanced at Ling Zhiheng in the distance, waved her hand and said with a 'tsk' sound, "That little guy can't even withstand my big sword, who would like him?"
Hua Fushu: “…”
Big fish, you are mighty!
The wedding will be held soon, and Mu Qing took some time out of his busy schedule to inform Hua Fushu.
Mu Ling happened to be there too. When she heard that Hua Fushu was going to join the eldest senior brother to welcome the bride, she quickly told Mu Qing that she wanted to go too.
Mu Qing looked at Mu Ling, who was wearing a princess-colored dress, and then looked at her impetuous and lively personality. The wedding was a solemn and festive occasion, and it was not good to make a fool of herself, especially since the Minister of the Chancellery hated his own prince. If Miss Mu Ling did anything wrong during the wedding and angered the Minister of the Chancellery, it would be a shame to make a fool of herself.
"Miss Mu Ling, there are enough people attending the wedding, you should not go."
Mu Ling refused to agree. "No, my eldest brother is getting married, and I must go to support him. The bigger the venue, the better."
"Let's just forget it."
Mu Ling's temper flared up, and she told Mu Qing loudly, "Brother Mu Qing, stop talking nonsense! I want to show those who bully me that I have Lanling behind me!"
Hua Fushu knew her junior sister's temperament very well. If you don't let her go, she will be unhappy. She said, "Mu Qing, let the junior sister go. I will watch her."
Mu Qing had no choice but to nod. Miss Fushu was much more stable than Miss Muling. With Miss Fushu watching over her, Miss Muling would not do anything rash.
The wedding procession set out from the Prince of Qin's Mansion in a grand manner. Qin Youran rode a brown horse and walked in front of the procession. He was wearing a red silk wedding dress with wide sleeves. He had handsome eyebrows and eyes, a heroic posture, and a smile on his face.
Qin Youran's two elder brothers, the King of Qi and the King of Zheng, also went to welcome the bride. It's said that the princes were reluctant to accompany the King of Qin, but it was the King of Zheng who invited the two Kings of Qi and Xiang to his house, and after much persuasion, they finally agreed to help.
…
In front of the gate of Shangshu Ling's mansion, Lu Shicheng, the eldest son of the Lu family, was leading a group of noble relatives and young men to block the door. It was a custom to block the door when welcoming a bride.
Young Master Lu looked very much like his mother, with a handsome appearance. He was dressed in a blue brocade robe with a red edge on the collar. He walked down the steps, greeted Qin Youran, and then bowed and said,
"Your Highness, Prince Qin, you must take my sister Yun away and compose a poem to urge her to get ready. Only then can you enter the palace to pick up the bride. What do you all think?"
"yes!"
"yes!"
All the young men responded in unison.
Qin Youran had never imagined marrying, but now that the emperor had issued an edict granting the marriage, he had no choice but to comply. The Minister of Chancellery was a high-ranking official, favored by the emperor, truly a figure above all others. Since he had demanded the three letters and six ceremonies, Qin Youran naturally complied. Composing the poem urging the bride's wedding was a crucial part of the marriage, and he couldn't afford to disrupt it.
He said, "This prince is not good at writing, so let me think about it and write a poem to urge you to get ready."
His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin frowned and thought, searching for the words and sentences accumulated in his mind.
"Your Highness, please hurry up!"
"Your Highness, please stop wasting time. Everyone is waiting for you to write a poem."
"What a rush! I'll go first!"
Seeing that his seventh brother was still deep in thought and that Master Lu and others were urging him to get ready, King Zheng sang a song to urge his seventh brother to get ready, to help him out.
"Not really. Your Highness Prince Zheng, you are cheating on Your Highness Prince Qin."
Prince Zheng tugged at Qin Youran's clothes, urging him, "Seventh brother, hurry up."
"Wait, wait, I'll be right there." Qin Youran straightened Prince Zheng's tangled clothes and bowed to the crowd, "Then I'll be showing off my ugliness."
The groom's handsome eyes swept over the young men from noble families who were blocking the door to urge them to get dressed. Finally, he played a song to urge them to get dressed. He just listened to him reciting it slowly.
"The fragrant carriage rolls to the steps of Lu's house, and as she urges the bride to put on her make-up and compose a new poem, I ask if she has finished her make-up yet, so that she can come down from the dangerous tower and return home with me."
"Ha ha……"
"Hahaha……"
People's eyes turned to Qin Youran, looking at him with a look that said 'you and I both know this, we all understand'.
"Your Highness, Prince Qin, you are too impatient."
"Your Highness, why did you say that? You're really worried that we won't let you in to pick up the bride."
A blush crept up to Qin Youran's ears. He lowered his head slightly to hide his embarrassment and tried not to look at the group of officials' children who were laughing heartily. He was not in a hurry at all. He just said whatever he thought of and finally pieced it together to make a song to urge them to get dressed.
This group of children of officials expressed their dissatisfaction with the poem urging them to get ready, and clamored for His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin to sing another one.
Bao Changzhou, the prefect of Tokyo, was a student of the Minister of the Chancellery. The Lu family had invited Bao Changzhou to marry their daughter, and he was also one of the people blocking the door. At this moment, he stood aside with Jun'er.
Hua Fushu had seen Jun'er a long time ago. Seeing that this group of children from aristocratic families were urging their senior brother to compose a poem to urge him to get ready, she took two steps to the side and gave Jun'er a wink.
Jun'er received Hua Fushu's gaze and immediately understood.
Jun'er tugged at Bao Changzhou's sleeve and said, "Uncle, please help my uncle. Uncle Lu and so many people are blocking my uncle. He won't be able to get a bride."
Bao Changzhou looked at the packed crowd and said with some embarrassment, "How can I help you, uncle?"
Jun'er thought for a moment, "You are the only one with literary talent among this group of uncles. If you say something good, just say that Master Uncle did a good job, and everyone will definitely think it's good."
Bao Changzhou touched Jun'er's head and said, "Little brat."
Bao Changzhou walked over to the side of Mr. Lu and said, "What's wrong with it? I think the poem written by His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin is very good. After all, the happiest thing in life is getting married. His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin naturally wants to receive his bride as soon as possible. We can just show our respect. We can't really block the door and prevent His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin from entering to receive his bride."
The atmosphere of blocking the door was almost over, and Master Lu did not intend to continue. He coughed lightly and said to the group of children from the noble families, "The door is almost blocked. Please let His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin go in."
The poem written by His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin to urge the bride to get ready was brought to the bride's boudoir, and Bisi read it to her own girl.
When Bisi finished her words, Youlan's maids couldn't help but laugh. Even Bisi couldn't help but whispered in Lu Tianyun's ear, "Miss, His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin is so impatient, as if he's afraid he won't be able to marry you."
Bisi's joke made Lu Tianyun's rouge-covered cheeks turn redder...
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