
A/N: It is highly recommended to read after the update tomorrow, the feeling is more dapet-supposed
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“Ling’er,” call Liang Fenghong with eyes still fixed on Huang Miaoling. It was clear in everyone's eyes how the man had been held captive by the beauty presented before him.
Just as Liang Fenghong took one step, the girls in the courtyard immediately stood up and blocked him.
“Aiya, it is not that easy, Young Master Liang,” Wei Xiaomei said as she chuckled. “You may pass the men, but not yet with the women.”
“The red cloth!” w.a.n.g Qiuhua shouted.
As Wei Xiaomei bravely confronted Liang Fenghong, Qiuyue immediately grabbed the red cloth to cover Huang Miaoling's head and face.
“What are those men doing? Why did he come so fast?!” w.a.n.g Qiuhua's grunt also helped cover Huang Miaoling's face. ‘Lucky no other man had time to see.’
Liang Fenghong's forehead wrinkled against Wei Xiaomei and the other girls, he himself was confused by what use the red cloth that covered Huang Miaoling's face was. He already knew the face of his future wife, there was no point in hiding it anymore.
However, after a good thought, Liang Fenghong would not protest. When another man saw Huang Miaoling's beauty, he was worried that his marriage would not go smoothly, especially after what happened last night.
Different from usual, the expression that Young Master Liang had revealed did not frighten the women, but grew even more excited. This may be supported by bright clothes and the man's good looks are increasingly striking. Most of the girls chuckled, probably feeling more and more excited about teasing.
“Yo, vicious once!” Wei Xiaolan. “The Huang family-in-law candidate this one has bewitched the beauty of Miaoling. See how he's so in a hurry to take her away!” goda.
Right at that moment, the crowd of men who had been left behind arrived. “L-run is fast once!” huang Jieli said while panting for breath as she tried to keep up with Liang Fenghong's speed.
“Did you guys really get in the way of the groom?” wei Xiaomei asked doubtfully. “Or you guys have ‘purchased’ by him?” His cousin's brother was a deputy general, how could he lose to Liang Fenghong who was a merchant and healer?
The debate took place between the female and male camps for a while. However, Liang Fenghong did not care about them at all. His eyes were only fixed on the figure of Huang Miaoling who now had his head covered by a red cloth.
After listening to Huang Jieli's explanation, Wei Xiaolan finally said, “Poemission?” A smile adorned his face. “When it's good or not, I don't believe in your judgment of men. Therefore, I want to hear it myself!” He looked at Liang Fenghong. “Young Master Liang, please repeat your poem earlier!”
At that time, Wei Shulin was flabbergasted to hear his sister's words. That girl could be degrading the men! ‘Don't he realize his words don't show the nobility of a woman?! Does he not want to get married?!’
On the other hand, Liang Fenghong who had been staring at Huang Miaoling turned his gaze to Wei Xiaolan. “I forgot,” he replied, making everyone stupefied. There was a slight reluctance emanating from the man's eyes to repeat the poem he had said earlier.
‘Lupa?’ huang Miaoling. ‘Not usually ...’ Then, he smiled a little. ‘Perhaps, she was ashamed of me for having created an ugly poem, her inner’.
“I remember! I remember!” huang Hanrong exclaimed amidst the crowd. “I can repeat it for you, Brother Xiaolan!” No matter how long since he said that, the young man moaned. “Aduh!”
Huang Jieli glared at him with a commemorative look. “Why are you now helping him, huh?” Huang Jieli did not make a sound, but from her face, at least that was the sentence that the Vice General of Shi Kingdom seemed to want to say.
“Come, Fifth Cousin's Sister, we are all waiting!” exclaim one of the sisters.
After getting a low growl from Huang Jieli, Huang Hanrong slightly bent his body. Only when the second brother gave the omen allowed did he dare to raise his voice.
Very smoothly, Huang Hanrong repeated the poem made by Liang Fenghong. At the same time, the entire body of the Bridegroom stiffened, a little worried that the meaning of his poem would be revealed.
“This poem ...”
Everyone was a little surprised when they heard Huang Miaoling's figure speak up. They turned their eyes to the girl, waiting for what was the continuation of the Bride's words.
From behind the red cloth, a faint smile adorned Huang Miaoling's red lips. “I ... liked it.”
Hearing the girl's words, Liang Fenghong felt his heart stop for a moment. Although a compliment Huang Miaoling uttered, his heart even felt increasingly unsettled.
‘Dia ... still choose me?’
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After the bride was picked up by the groom, the two were directed towards the living room now occupied only by the elders. Huang Liqiang and Wei Xinhao and their wives sat on both sides of the room, while Huang Qinghao, the father of the bride, sat at the end of the central room, facing the entrance. Wei Ningxin's plaque was seen in the arms of the Great General.
“The groom and bride enter the page!”
Hearing this, everyone immediately turned to look towards the middle room courtyard gate.
The figures of Liang Fenghong and Huang Miaoling were seen walking towards the living room, some relatives and servants were seen accompanying them. A long red dress with gold thread embroidery enveloped the bodies of the two, making the couple look very graceful and harmonious. A rope made of cloth is held tightly to each end by the two brides, giving the meaning of the Husband who guides the Wife in a marriage.
Arriving before the elders, a servant lifted the red cloth covering Huang Miaoling's head, allowing himself to show the face before his family. The makeup inscribed made the girl look very charming, a little different from the soothing natural beauty she was used to showing.
In his chair, Huang Qinghao tightly grasped Wei Ningxin's plaque, as if he was clasping her hand tightly. Tears gathered in her eyes. ‘Xin’er, our daughter is so beautiful, isn't she?’ whispered. ‘Can you see this?’ One tear fell down his face.
The two brides saluted Huang Qinghao three times, then three times to Wei Ningxin. The action is to ask for blessing to both parents of the bride.
Then, there was time for Huang Miaoling to say his farewell to his parents. “Dad, Mother, Miaoling part,” Huang Miaoling said briefly.
It is not the Princess who has to say a long farewell, but the Father. Thus, Huang Miaoling listened to the barrage of messages from Huang Liqiang, mostly concerned with his obligation to become a dutiful and virtuous wife. This was followed by the father's advice to her future husband, warning Liang Fenghong to protect himself from all wounds, whether it was mental or physical.
“When you make him tear up, then it is the last day you see him in your residence,” threatened Huang Qinghao with smoldering eyes, not toying with his words.
Liang Fenghong bowed respectfully. “Dad-in-law's message will Fenghong remember always,” reply very politely.
Huang Qinghao nodded his head. Then, he waved his hand. “Go.”
The figure of a servant back to pair the red cloth on Huang Miaoling's head. Then, with the red cloth rope connecting the two, Liang Fenghong took his wife away.
Huang Qinghao's gaze was fixated on the figure of his daughter walking out of the room. When realizing that his only daughter with Wei Ningxin was most likely to be taken away to Wu Kingdom, the Great General felt his heart gripped tightly. The man's throat felt choked when he imagined how difficult it would be to meet the girl later on.
Suddenly, Huang Qinghao stood up from his chair and said loudly, “Ling’er! The Huang family will remain for you.” Huang Qinghao shed one tear. “Dad is your father!”