Chapter 112 Wedding Gift [Jinjiang Authentic Edition Exclusive Release·No More Tricks]...
Qin Ying moved from the rosewood bed to the large huanghuali bed. After patiently listening to the electronic voice in her mind, she called out the system panel. On the screen emitting a soft white light, she saw a string of temporary tasks lined up from top to bottom, all showing as "completed."
At this moment, he felt as if he had drunk a large glass of ice cola in the middle of summer. An extremely refreshing feeling surged from the inside out. The spiritual chains that had bound him for several years broke with a "bang", and he became lighter from head to toe. After all, no matter how much one loves to do his job, he will have a headache reminding himself of the KPIs he needs to complete all the time!
Xiang Liang returned from Chu in early summer. After offsetting his merits and demerits, he re-registered in the imperial capital and started a promising new life with his eldest nephew. By early autumn, his mission to conquer the uncle and nephew of the Xiang family was 100% completed.
Now the most difficult Zhang Liang has also been successfully conquered, and the dozens of blind box draws that the system had previously rewarded him with have gradually been used up. Today, apart from studying and practicing martial arts, Ying·Little Fatty no longer has to do anything that he has to do.
Without any unnecessary worries in his mind, the little fellow skillfully exchanged all the newly arrived 500 blind box coins for seeds in the system mall. He planned to go to the palace to give them to his grandfather in two days. Then he closed the system page, rubbed his face against the smooth silk quilt, and fell asleep contentedly while wrapped in the thin quilt.
The night gradually deepened, the shadows of the trees swayed, and a crackling rain began to fall outside the window. The fat little Ying, who was sleeping inside the window listening to the rain, slept soundly and deeply. Slowly, the warm summer breeze became bleak, and the drizzle of autumn rain made the fruits growing on the branches turn red and yellow one by one.
At the beginning of August, Zhang Liang, having been reinstated, personally went to the prison to retrieve the hundred or so men who had followed him. Seeing their haggard and dejected appearances, he felt deeply distressed. Ignoring the dissuasion of Han Huo and the others, he bent down and bowed deeply to the dejected crowd, saying with a wry smile:
"Everyone, Zhang Liang has misled you all these years. He originally wanted to lead you to restore the glory of our motherland and live a good life in Xinzheng again. But due to his foolishness, he led you astray and nearly led you down a dark path, even losing your lives."
"Now that His Majesty has shown mercy and given us suspects a chance to live, I urge you all to put aside your grudges and focus on repairing the Great Wall. In two years at the fastest, or three years at the slowest, you'll be able to return to Hanyangli and live a normal life again."
The guests felt complicated upon hearing this. Not to mention that the master did not want revenge, these small fry had become obedient after being locked up for almost two years. Their arms could not twist the thighs, not to mention that they were just ant arms and the opponent had dragon legs.
Now, after more than ten years of hard work, everything is in vain. Some people are sad, some are lonely, and some even feel resentment towards Zhang Liang, the leader. They think that if Zhang Liang had not misled them back then, they would have settled down in Hanyang and lived a normal life over the years. Why were they imprisoned by the court for two years and had to go to the bitter and cold frontier to build the Great Wall?
Zhang Liang naturally noticed the resentment of this small group of people, but did not say anything. Human nature is like this, and everyone is different. Since they chose to take the risk together, they should have the psychological ability to withstand the failure of the risk. His apology was based on his cultivation. He was able to plead with the royal family to save these people's lives and commoner status, and he believed that he did not owe these people anything.
He pulled Han Huo's close associates aside and whispered a few words to them. Under the urging of the soldiers, he had to swallow his unfinished words and followed behind all the way until he watched hundreds of people being escorted out of the Xianyang city gate by the black-clad soldiers and heading to the nearest Great Wall construction site. The last worry on his heart was gone.
As long as Han Huo and others listened to him, built the Great Wall quietly in the frontier, and didn't think about causing trouble, they would come back to usher in a real new life after the Great Wall was completed.
Watching the figures of the group getting smaller and smaller until they could no longer be seen, Zhang Liang let out a sigh, pursed his lips and returned to the city. The next day, he returned to the Qinxue Palace to edit books and was more dedicated in his work. He just wanted to catch up with Lu Zhi and Zhang Cang, who had left him far behind, until the day he could stand in the court to clear the name of the prime minister's family.
Zhang Liang, who had faced reality and given up his illusions, stopped making trouble, but Maodun was still struggling in the hostage palace like a big fish that was not too far stranded.
Without the pressure of the system mission, Qin Ying ignored the Xiongnu prince and simply gave a cold instruction to the soldier who came to report the news: "Let him make a fuss. The more he makes a fuss, the worse the food will be. As a hostage, he should have the awareness of a hostage!"
With just a few words, the emperor's eldest grandson made the rebellious Xiongnu prince live a life ten times worse.
…
As crystal snowflakes fell from the sky, winter came to Xianyang and the Qin people welcomed the annual new year.
In the 30th year of Qin Shihuang's reign, when he was 43, Qin Ying also celebrated her fourth birthday in the eldest prince's mansion.
Clusters of wintersweets in the garden bloomed and faded, and bloomed again under the white snow.
As the last days of winter faded and spring returned to the earth, in March, good news came from the battlefield in the south - the King of Xiou was killed, and the Qin army had successfully captured the Xiou area that had been deadlocked for a long time, and marched towards the last Luoyue in one go. The complete annexation of Baiyue was a foregone conclusion.
In Xianyang City, the royal family also welcomed a happy event.
The sixteen-year-old third princess is getting married.
Four-and-a-half-year-old Qin Ying was dragged by his mother to his third aunt's bedroom and changed into a small black and red wedding dress. When he saw his mother trying to stick the bright red flower ornament on his forehead, he dodged his mother's hand like a twisted candy, tilted his head back, and said anxiously:
"Mother, these ornaments are what you women use for makeup, how can you use them on my face?"
Her son was fair and tender, like the fairy child sitting on the black bird. He was a few years old, with red lips, white teeth, and bright eyes. It was hard to tell whether he was a boy or a girl. Wang Ling had long wanted to dress her son up as a girl to satisfy her desire to raise a daughter, but she had never found the opportunity. Now, with her third sister getting married, her five-year-old son was old enough to be the sedan chair bearer. Naturally, she had to seize this opportunity, so she pulled the little guy to her side and whispered to him:
"Ying, if you don't have any experience, don't mess around. The dolls that come to bear the sedan chair have to have flowers stuck between their eyebrows, just like the bride. It symbolizes good luck and good fortune."
"Yeah?"
Qin Ying tilted her head slightly and looked suspiciously at her mother, who was also dressed in auspicious attire.
Wang Ling nodded against his conscience.
Seeing this, Qin Ying had no choice but to stretch out her little hand and pull her slightly red ears. The sedan chair boys in Guanzhong area were mostly between five and ten years old. As the most favored eldest grandson in the royal family, the princesses all wanted their eldest nephew to accompany them when they got married. Unfortunately, the eldest nephew grew too slowly, and it was not until this year that he barely reached the age requirement and was sent to the third princess.
Seeing her mother's serious face and the eager looks of the surrounding palace maids, the inexperienced Ying·Little Fatty could only nod with a blushing face:
"Well, then you can't put on a too big one, mother can only put on a small one."
Wang Ling nodded, carefully selected a red and gold five-petal plum blossom-shaped piece and stuck it between her son's eyebrows.
Facing the half-human-high bronze mirror, looking at the flower ornament stuck on his forehead, Qin Ying couldn't help but blink his almond-shaped eyes. It was beautiful, but why did he always feel that there was something weird about it?
Seeing his son touching his hairpin with his little hands in front of the bronze mirror, Wang Ling quickly pushed the little fellow aside.
"Ying, stop worrying. The auspicious time is coming soon. Go to your aunt's place and wait."
"Yeah, okay."
Qin Ying listened to her mother's urging and did not dare to delay the important matter, so she ran to the inner hall in a hurry.
In the inner hall, besides the third princess and her daughter, there are nine other princesses.
All the princesses had flowers stuck between their eyebrows, some were red, some were yellow, and some were green. The palace was filled with fragrance and everyone was talking and laughing.
When the group of sisters saw their eldest nephew running in wearing a small wedding dress and with a flower ornament on his forehead like them, the ten princesses were all stunned. The second princess, who came back to her senses first, couldn't help but burst out laughing and covered her mouth with her hands.
Qin Ying was stunned when he saw this. Before he could figure out why his second aunt was laughing, his eldest aunt, who was closest to him, stretched out her arms and hugged him. She bent down, cupped his little face, kissed him twice, and said with a happy smile:
"Oh my! You look so beautiful in your outfit today. Let your aunt kiss you and get some of your ethereal energy. I'll give you a beautiful cousin tomorrow, okay?"
Upon hearing their eldest sister's words, all the princesses burst into laughter. The gentle and quiet Third Princess also chuckled. Only the Third Princess's mother, Madam Wei, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, hiding her laughter with tears.
Qin Ying was dizzy and was kissed by ten aunts in turn. Finally, the auspicious time came and she was led out of the hall by the third aunt.
It was almost dusk at this moment, and the sounds of ritual music floating in the palace did not seem as festive and lively as those of later dynasties. Instead, it revealed a sense of solemnity and dignity.
This is because the Book of Rites stipulates that "In the house where a daughter is married, candles should be kept burning for three nights, as a way of missing the couple; in the house where a daughter is married, music should not be played for three days, as a way of missing the parents."[1] For both parties, this was a solemn and slightly sad matter that needed to be taken seriously. It was not until the Western Han Dynasty that the rules for marriage changed, and the music of weddings gradually added wind instruments and became lively.
An evening breeze blew towards me.
Braving the late afternoon, the group walked along the long palace road and first arrived at the Zhangtai Palace to pay their respects to the First Emperor.
The First Emperor was slightly startled when he saw the beautiful flower ornaments on his grandson's brows, but he didn't say much. He just gently instructed his daughter who was kneeling below him:
"Hong Man, you have always been softer than your sisters, and you're quiet and don't like to talk. If you find out your husband is not good after you get married, you don't have to cover up for him too much. If this one doesn't work, just find another one."
Hearing the words of the emperor protecting his son, Hong Man's eyes became wet and she quickly bowed and said:
"Thank you, Father. I understand."
The First Emperor nodded and watched his third daughter turn around and leave holding the hand of his grandson. He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while.
After hearing the emperor's barely perceptible sigh, the palace maids accompanying him picked up the memorials and bamboo slips on the side and began to seriously handle government affairs.
The palace lanterns swayed gently under the eaves of the palace. After Qin Ying was led out of Zhangtai Palace by her third aunt, it was already getting dark. The aunt and niece were helped by the palace servants into a large black lacquered carriage, which slowly drove out of the palace gate.
Outside the palace gate, Fusu, Gao, and Jiangqu were all waiting on their tall horses.
As soon as the three brothers saw the wedding car coming out, they immediately rode their horses to the sides of the carriage.
The night pearls in the carriage emit a soft glow.
Qin Ying sat at the table, watching Third Aunt's eyes grow increasingly red and her mood grow depressed. He couldn't help but take out the wedding gift he had already bought from his space. Under Third Aunt's surprised gaze, he softly presented the gift and said:
"Aunt Hong, please don't be sad. This is the divine tool for controlling your husband that Ying obtained from the Xuanniao. Please keep it well, Third Aunt."
When a princess of Daqin got married, she usually only had to stay at her husband's house for three days. After returning home, she would move to the princess's residence in Wangcheng with her husband and could often visit her biological mother in the harem. Although Hongman was sad to leave her mother, after seeing the strange objects her eldest nephew had conjured up with his bare hands, as a young girl who had just come of age a year ago, her attention was immediately drawn to it. She reached out and took a long, rectangular board from her nephew's hand. She saw that there were horizontal ridges on the top, which felt a little uncomfortable to the touch. She couldn't tell what the object was, so she asked her nephew in confusion:
"Ying, what is this?"
"Xuanniao brand washboard."
"Washboard?"
Hong Man muttered these three unfamiliar words softly, looked the small washboard up and down, and burst out laughing:
"Ying calls it the 'divine tool for controlling the husband'. Could it be that she wants the husband to use it to scrub his clothes when he makes a mistake?"
Qin Ying shook her head seriously and said, "Third Aunt, this is what the Prince Consort made him kneel on to repent when he made a mistake."
"Huh? Kneel on this?"
Hongman was dumbfounded. She had never heard of such a way to control her husband.
Qin Ying nodded firmly and said:
"That's right, Third Aunt, that's what Xuanniao introduced to Ying. You don't have to worry about the washboard. It's made of stainless steel and won't rust even if it gets wet. It's very strong and durable. Not to mention one prince consort, even if ten prince consorts kneel on it for ten years, it won't break! You can use it freely, don't be too picky!"
The third princess opened her mouth in astonishment, sizing up the gleaming silver washboard in her hand. "Stainless steel" sounded like the material of a sword refined from a meteorite. The washboard felt incredibly hard to the touch. If she knelt on it—
Hongman only felt that her knees were hurting.
However, she understood that this was her nephew's good intention after all, so she accepted the washboard, hugged the little guy in her arms, patted him gently and said with a smile:
"Thank you very much, Ying. Auntie is a princess, no one dares to bully her."
Qin Ying stayed in her third aunt's arms without saying a word. Even if she was a princess, so what? The physical difference between men and women was obvious. It's better to be safe than sorry.
The third aunt had a washboard given by the black bird. She only needed to hang it on the wall of the bedroom to scare the prince consort. If the third aunt had three times the fierceness of the second aunt, he would not have come up with this idea.
well.
It was completely dark, and the wedding car rolled over the road, soon leaving the royal city and crossing the Weishui Bridge.
There were already several flickering torches under the bridge, representing the wedding procession that had been waiting for a long time.
The third son-in-law, Feng Xi, is the youngest grandson of Prime Minister Feng and is now seventeen years old.
Even before he arrived to welcome the bride, he had been warned by his grandfather and father, both in turn, in plain language: "If you dare disrespect the princess! If the princess reports you to His Majesty, our family will be finished! When you move into the princess's mansion with her, you must be tactful and don't do anything that would displease her!"
Feng Xi naturally nodded in agreement. The person he was going to marry was the biological daughter of the First Emperor! Not to mention that he had only one gut, even if he had a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to do such a stupid thing as bullying the princess!
Through the dim sky, the royal chariot convoy could be seen approaching from afar.
Feng Xi hurriedly drove the ink carriage, followed by a wedding car, two auxiliary cars, and dozens of guards holding torches, rushing to welcome the bride.
The two carriages met under the Weishui Bridge. Feng Xi immediately got off the ink carriage and quickly greeted the eldest, second, and third sons. He then ran to the wedding carriage and bowed respectfully and nervously towards the door, saying:
"I, Feng Xi, greet the Third Princess. Please step out of the carriage."
“No!”
Suddenly, a tender child's voice came from the carriage. Feng Xi was startled, and then he immediately realized that it was the sedan boy. He was so nervous that he forgot about it. He quickly took out a purse bulging with gold beads from his arms and handed it in through the half-open door. He bowed again and said:
"My son Feng Xi is here to welcome the bride. Please ask the Third Princess to get out of the car."
Qin Ying took her sedan-carrying purse from inside the car door, listened attentively to the future prince consort outside, saying a lot of nice things while bowing, and then she opened the car door with a "creaky" sound. She stood in front of the car door holding a washboard, looked the future prince consort up and down, and imitated the way her grandfather usually spoke, glaring at Feng Xi with dignity and said:
"Are you Feng Xi?"
Feng Xi never imagined that the person who came to support the third princess' sedan chair would be the famous Royal Highness the Emperor's eldest grandson.
He leaned forward and replied:
"In reply to your Highness, my name is Feng Xi, and I am the grandson of the Left Prime Minister."
Qin Ying nodded, held the washboard horizontally with both hands and walked it towards Feng Xi, and said loudly with a look of reverence:
"Feng Xi kneels down to pay homage to the holy relic!"
Feng Xi's eyes widened in shock. "???" [Is there actually such a step in the wedding reception? Why didn't anyone inform him?]
Fusu, who was standing with his second and third brothers, felt a blackout before his eyes when he saw this scene. Ever since he knew that his fat son would be the sedan bearer for his third sister, he had been on edge. He didn't expect that at the last moment, when the groom was about to pick up the bride, the fat son, who was the most energetic, would jump out and make a scene.
Fusu held his forehead with his hand as a headache arose, while Gao and Jiangqu looked curiously at the strange board in their nephew's hand that was shining silver under the firelight, wondering what kind of sacred object it was.
Feng Xi had already knelt down obediently, and then he saw the emperor's eldest grandson bend down and place the board in his hand horizontally on the carriage frame. As he looked up at her in confusion, she grinned and said to him in a good-natured manner:
"Master Feng, you don't have to be afraid. This is a stainless steel washboard, a wedding gift from Xuanniao Tuoying to the princesses of the royal family. If the prince consort or his family behaves disrespectfully towards the princess after the wedding, he will be punished by kneeling on this washboard for a full night to repent and beg for the princess's forgiveness."
Hearing such terrible words coming out of the childish voice that still had the smell of milk, and just looking at the densely packed protrusions on the white board surface under the flickering firelight, the men present, regardless of age, felt a pain in their knees.
Feng Xi trembled even more, and bowed to the washboard in fear and awe, saying:
"My Lord, after we get married, I, Feng Xi, will put the princess first in everything and will not dare to step out of line."
Qin Ying nodded majestically, turned around, opened the car door, and bowed:
"Auntie, please get out of the car."
The third princess, who had been sitting in the carriage and listening to the whole story, had tears in her eyes. Knowing that her nephew was doing her a favor, she was naturally very moved. With the help of the palace servants, she slowly got off the wedding car, holding her nephew's hand in one hand and holding the washboard in the other hand, she got on the wedding car prepared by the Feng family.
Feng Xi was so frightened by this unexpected incident that he broke out in sweat. Seeing that the third princess and the emperor's eldest grandson were already sitting in the wedding car, he wiped the cold sweat from his head with his sleeve without leaving a trace, got on the frame of the wedding car, drove the car forward and turned the wheels three times, and then returned to his own ink car.
The two teams joined together and headed towards Feng Mansion.
Feng Quji had been waiting respectfully in front of the gate with his entire family. His three-year-old great-granddaughter Feng Shu also had a flower ornament stuck between her eyebrows. She was dressed like a fairy and stood obediently at her parents' legs, looking forward on tiptoe with anticipation and curiosity.
When the little girl saw her uncle coming in the ink carriage, her eyes immediately lit up. Everyone in the Feng family also perked up and looked respectfully at the approaching convoy.
Feng Xi drove the black carriage to the front door of the mansion, got out of the car quickly, and stood with his family members, bowing and waiting to welcome the bride.
After a while, the wedding car slowly stopped in front of the mansion gate. After everyone in the Feng family paid their respects, Qin Ying got out of the car with her third aunt.
Feng Shu, who was following the adults, was stunned when she heard the elders address a child who was not much older than her as "Little Prince" through the crowd and the flickering firelight. The sky above her head had been falling, and the rumor had been circulating in the capital for several years - was it true that the eldest grandson of the emperor, who was chosen by the black bird and loved by heaven, was actually a boy who loved to stick flowers on his eyebrows?
What kind of strange habit was this? He didn't have the majestic demeanor that a Guanzhong man should have. The girl, feeling disillusioned, turned her face away with her pupils trembling, not even bothering to see what the emperor's eldest grandson she had been thinking about looked like.
Qin Ying had no idea that in the Feng Mansion's ordinary wedding procession tonight, a young noblewoman who had admired the emperor's eldest grandson so much because of her hearing about his deeds last year, had her entire impression of him shattered from head to toe after seeing the gorgeous flower ornaments between his eyebrows.
The wedding ceremony lasted from entering the mansion to entering the bridal chamber. The couple's wedding was over and the guests went to attend the banquet. After the banquet, the night sky was dotted with stars and the guests left one after another.
Qin Ying followed his father, second uncle, and third uncle out of the Feng Mansion. As soon as they entered the royal city, he had just picked off the flower ornaments stuck between his eyebrows, and the next second, his father grabbed him by the back of the collar like a kitten and took him to the eldest son's mansion at lightning speed.
Wang Ling, who was waiting for the father and son in the mansion, saw them walk in. Especially when she saw her son being dragged in by his collar, she immediately rushed over and asked in surprise:
"What is this, my dear?"
Fusu released his heavy-handed fat son with a snap, and said to his wife who was coming over with a mixture of anger and amusement:
"Ling, ask him yourself what he did in the wedding car. The Feng family's son ran to the Weishui Bridge to pick up his bride at dusk, and this brat, on the other hand, silently added a stunt of his own. First, he pulled out a washboard given by the black bird and threatened Feng Xi in public on Third Sister's wedding car. He even made Feng Xi kneel down to greet the washboard, and he almost ruined Third Sister's wedding! He's truly mischievous and lawless!"
Qin Ying watched his father complain about him to his mother, both verbally and gesturing, and rolled his eyes inwardly. He felt that his pedantic father had been ingrained with etiquette and rules, his actions rigid and intolerant of even the slightest error. How could the situation be as serious as he made it sound? He thought Third Aunt actually enjoyed the drama he was putting on her!
Wang Ling watched her fat son turn his head away angrily, and finally understood what happened during the wedding from Fusu's narration. Compared with her husband who frowned, she was able to keep her composure and did not think that her son had done anything wrong.
In the world, when men and women get married, even with the strict Qin laws, it is not uncommon for women to be bullied by men during marriage.
So what if she was a royal princess? Besides her noble status, if she really got into a physical fight with the man during her marriage, she would not be able to defeat the prince consort. Since her son wanted to show off his power to the third prince consort, he naturally had to do it in public to have a deterrent effect.
But she still had to consider her husband's face, so Wang Ling immediately raised her eyebrows and looked at her fat son and taught him a lesson:
"Ying, your father is right. You are indeed wrong in this matter. When to leave the palace, when to pick up the bride, when to enter the house, when to worship in the hall, when to enter the bridal chamber, every auspicious time has been calculated. You silently added steps for yourself in the middle. What if you miss any of the auspicious times and delay your aunt's wedding?"
"Why don't you apologize to your father quickly?"
Seeing her mother winking at her while she spoke, Qin Ying could only lean over to her father and say:
"Father, I was wrong. I won't add drama to my own story without saying anything next time."
Fusu nodded: "Do you still dare?"
"dare!"
Ying·The little fat boy acted out a scene in front of his parents: I was wrong, but I still dared to do it!
In the confused sight of the couple, they saw their eldest son wave his left hand and his right hand, and nine silver washboards appeared on both sides of his small body.
Qin Ying picked up one and put it into the hands of the nearest servant, saying,
"Tomorrow morning, you must deliver these two washboards to the First and Second Princesses' residences. Then, repeat to them everything I taught the Third Prince Consort today, without missing a single word. Keep the other seven washboards safe. When a princess gets married, they must be respectfully presented as wedding gifts from this grandson to the aunts. If well-preserved, one washboard can be passed down through three generations."
"Yes." After hearing the emperor's eldest grandson's instructions, the servants carefully stretched out their hands and took the washboard.
The couple standing opposite and watching the whole thing looked more stupid than each other.
Fusu: “…”
Wang Ling: “…”
I can’t control it! I really can’t control it! The devil has descended, there’s nothing I can do!!!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com