On May 8th, it is auspicious to avoid arguments and disputes with others, but it is also auspicious for marriage.
Today is the day that Huo Xiaocheng, a young general of the border army, will marry Chunying, the most beautiful courtesan of the Fengyue Pavilion.
The girl's bright eyes were wet with tears. Those were small pearls that Huo Xiaolong had specially obtained from the Hu family for Chunying. The pearls had to be round, cut in half, and pasted on the corners of her eyes. The little dumpling had wanted to do this for a long time, but she had never had the chance.
The young woman wore a bright red wedding gown adorned with two lifelike golden phoenixes, exuding elegance and nobility, as if telling an ancient and beautiful legend. The collar and cuffs of the gown were inlaid with pearls, making her appear both graceful and precious. On her head was a phoenix crown made of gold thread, and beneath the bright red veil lay the stunning face of the courtesan.
Her hair was gently pulled up, and the black strands at the back of her neck fell down as softly as ink painting, resting on the delicate phoenix crown, like flowing clouds adorning dazzling stars.
"Sis, can't you be nervous?"
Huo Xiaolong is still with Chunying today. She has to block the door for her sister. If her brother really can't get in, she, as the younger sister, can let him through.
"A little." The voice coming from under the red veil was slightly hoarse, yet soft and lingering.
"Why is Long'er still calling me 'sister'? Shouldn't you start calling me 'sister-in-law'?" Liu Xu teased from the side, fanning herself.
Huo Xiaolong gave a soft hum.
“Just call her sister! She is my sister, and she will still be my sister even after she marries into my family.”
If it were a girl I didn't know well, I could definitely call her "sister-in-law." But Chunying was different. Chunying was the elder sister of Fengyuelou. She was the most beautiful courtesan in Fengyuelou and also the female general on the city wall who could fight against a hundred men single-handedly.
First and foremost, she is herself.
The little girl's calling him "sister" signifies that Huo Xiaolong will always be her family and will always stand by her side.
The girl's eyes were slightly red under her veil. She remembered that when Fengyue Tower was criticized as a brothel, there were not many female customers. Madam Zhang brought her sister to find her.
Mrs. Zhang asked, "Who is this child?"
Chunying originally wanted to separate her from Fengyuelou so that the little girl wouldn't tarnish her reputation, but the child immediately said that Fengyuelou was her home.
Why.
The courtesan just felt she was lucky.
real.
Since Huo Xiaocheng received his reward, there have been quite a few young ladies from prominent families who have tried to flirt with him, but Hua Luan has turned them all down. So, the lady of the house inquired about it.
Why did you block her? Do you not like my daughter?
Hua Luan smiled and said, "The child already has someone he likes, so we won't do anything to break them up."
The lady continued to ask, "Who is the sweetheart of that promising young general? He is only seventeen years old and is already a fifth-rank general. His future is bright, and he may one day rival Xiao Lanyi. What girl is so lucky?"
You should ask around to find out more or less.
The prefect's wife replied, "It's that courtesan from the brothel, Fengyuelou."
Oh, the brothel.
The ladies also fell silent. Why?
They couldn't defend the city with swords like those girls when the Xiongnu invaded, but they could at least do the most basic thing: not cause trouble for the enemy.
These women are their pride.
Anyone who tries to steal a man from them is truly slapping the face of the young ladies from the border town.
What kind of upbringing did you have at home?
Is it even possible to survive here?
The Huo family and the brothel were too close. If it were a normal wedding procession, Huo Xiaocheng could carry Chunying home in less than ten steps after turning a corner. But today, the young man did not want to wrong his beloved.
He wanted everyone in Pingyang County to know that Chunying was his wife.
The young man, dressed in wedding attire and riding a tall horse, was enjoying a smooth career and had won the heart of his beloved; he was truly riding high on springtime.
The groom was handsome, with a face like jade. His brows exuded a heroic and untamed spirit, like a sharp sword blade. He resembled his father quite a bit, with bright eyes like autumn water, and a slight upturn at the corners of his lips beneath his nose, carrying a confident and carefree smile.
Huo Xiaocheng's long hair was tied up and secured on top of his head with a red ribbon, with a few strands dancing lightly in the wind. He rode on horseback, his posture agile and upright, with broad shoulders and a chest, and smooth, powerful muscle lines.
Her long, slender fingers gripped the reins, their reddish tinge gleaming. Her long legs were pressed firmly against the saddle, rising and falling rhythmically with the horse's gait.
Erhei is by his side today; the burly young man is now quite a general. His good brother is getting married, and his godmother specially found him a festive-colored outfit.
At least his face didn't look so dark. The wedding procession was full of generals and officers from the border army. Huo Xiaocheng really didn't have any friends besides Erhei and them. Xiao Lanyi also came over to join in the fun.
Well, to put it simply, few of these people had smooth faces; they all had scars and cuts all over their faces, making them look rather intimidating.
The wedding procession circled Pingyang County before finally stopping at the entrance of Hualiu Lane.
The group almost couldn't get through the gates of the brothel. Apart from Huo Xiaocheng and Xiao Lanyi, none of them seemed to have any real knowledge. Zhao Kai just stood there, and the relatively thin and frail-looking third-place scholar made the group of grown men feel awkward and helpless.
How do you respond to this pair? Even the Marshal didn't teach me.
"Where's the strategist? Strategist, come here!" Fan Er pulled over the Xiao family army's strategist, who was waving a fan.
"If you want me to arrange troops and deploy formations, fine. If you want me to devise strategies to annihilate the enemy, fine too. But if you want me to compose couplets or poems, you'd better find someone else."
"What the hell? Marshal, you can't even find this strategist? Is he even a scholar?"
Xiao Lanyi blushed slightly and nodded.
"Indeed, he was a skilled warrior."
He blushed because Ruyi was watching him from across the courtyard, wondering if his outfit looked alright. He didn't look so old anymore.
“Junior brother, we can’t bully these martial arts practitioners. Come, let’s have a few exchanges.”
Huo Xiaolong still had some conscience towards her brother. How so? He invited her husband over, the only man who could rival Zhao Tanhua.
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