Happy Marriage

Early in the morning, An Sheng was dragged from the bed by Mrs. Feng. Mrs. Feng was holding a new set of smoky purple Liuyun brocade gauze skirt and rouge gouache.

She opened her sleepy eyes, and looked at Sister Feng with some puzzlement: "What's the matter, Sister Feng? What holiday is today?"

Mrs. Feng laughed so hard that she couldn't close her mouth: "What festival? Could it be that you're sleepy? It was Master Xia who sent someone to tell you that you must go back to the Xia mansion today."

An Sheng suddenly lost sleepiness: "My father told me to go back? But what's the urgency?"

"No, it's a happy event." Sister Feng said mysteriously, and turned around to bring her water to wash.

An Sheng felt a little embarrassed immediately. Although Sister Feng was nominally Leng Nanxian's servant, An Sheng always respected her as an elder. She even brought water for herself to wash, how could An Sheng feel at ease?

She got out of bed hastily, but was held down by Mrs. Feng: "Let Mrs. Feng dress you up today."

An Sheng felt more and more inexplicable: "I'm just going home, what do I dress up for?"

Sister Feng pursed her lips and smiled: "There is a happy event in your family. You are so humble when you go back in plain clothes. Why don't you dress festively?"

It seems to make sense.

Sister-in-law Feng stepped forward, served her after washing, and put on a new Luo skirt, which was too early. Afterwards, he carefully combed his hair, coiled it into a pile of cloud buns, put the hosta on the hairpin and pressed the temples, and began to apply the powder.

An Sheng felt that something was not right: "Sister Feng, is it necessary to be so cumbersome?"

Sister-in-law Feng looked around proudly: "What kind of tediousness is this? Which serious lady doesn't want to sit in front of the dressing table for an hour and paint her eyes when she sees the sky?"

An Sheng frowned slightly: "My master doesn't like me applying grease and powder, he says it's ugly."

Sister Feng pursed her lips and smiled: "Listen to him, he is afraid that you will be kidnapped by your beautiful dress. Today, he can't be tolerated."

Then he looked around with satisfaction: "A natural beauty, you can look good no matter how you dress it up."

An Sheng took a selfie in the mirror with a cheeky face. For some reason, he suddenly felt as if he was playing a small drum: "Where's my master?"

"He went out with Qianzhou early in the morning. The carriage has been prepared outside, and he can get on the carriage now."

An Sheng always felt that Sister Feng's smile was meaningful, as if she was hiding something from herself.

She stared at the car and went straight to the Xia Mansion.

There were two carriages parked at the gate of the Xia Mansion, but An Sheng knew that it was the carriage of the old lady and the uncle of the Xia family in the big room. Obviously, his father should have returned.

The red lacquer door opened wide, and the street at the door was clearly swept over with great care. The door was covered with red felt, and there were several pots of bonsai high in one person, filled with joy.

An Sheng was a little puzzled, not knowing what other happy events Xia Manor had now.

When the concierge saw An Sheng getting off the carriage, he immediately trotted to greet him: "Miss An Sheng is overjoyed."

An Sheng suddenly had a meal at his feet: "What am I so happy about?"

Before the concierge opened his mouth, Xia Anzheng happily came out of the door and smiled at An Sheng: "Master is finally willing to come back?"

An Sheng glanced left and right: "What does this mean? What day is today?"

An Zheng couldn't help but "pu chi" and smiled: "Is the emotional cold genius really hiding this matter?"

The two walked to the mansion holding hands, An Shengwei couldn't help but wonder: "What is it? What does it have to do with me?"

An Zheng pursed her lips and smiled: "Doctor Leng has been informed in advance that he will come to a tea ceremony today to ask for marriage. No, even my grandmother and father are here. You, the master, are not in a hurry."

The word "tea ceremony" made An Sheng very embarrassed. No wonder Mrs. Feng dressed herself so solemnly today because of this.

During these days, the people in the entire medicine house were mysterious, chatting behind their backs, and even keeping themselves secret.

Seeing her blushing, An Zheng smiled and joked: "Doctor Leng is also a little impatient, and he has all been saved from accepting, asking for names, and Naji, so he came directly to the tea ceremony, which shows how impatient he is. Fortunately, there is no direct Welcome, otherwise I won't be ready in time to put on makeup."

"All nonsense."

An Sheng spat, and was about to fight, An Zheng smiled and dodged, and Mrs. Shen and the old lady had already heard the news and walked out.

An Sheng didn't dare to do it again, so he stepped forward to greet the old lady and Mrs. Shen, and was a little overwhelmed with his head hooked. Young Master Shen must praise An Sheng's make-up today.

There is no one headed family in the mansion now, and the main refreshments inside and outside, return gifts, and silver rewards, are all helped by Mrs. Shen to help Zhang Luo. After all, she was an outsider. After letting the old lady see her, she asked An Sheng again if she had prepared properly?

How could An Sheng understand this, thank you again and again, and naturally let the Shen shi help make the decision.

After a few chats, I heard gongs and drums outside, from far to near, the guy who looked at the wind stumbled into the door, and stammered to Xia Yuanwai and others: "Come, come."

Shen shi smiled angrily and said, "Why are you so excited?"

The man was still dumbfounded, and finally swallowed the saliva in his mouth, and even said with gestures: "Okay, what a big show."

"Look at this insight? If someone else found out, wouldn't they laugh at our servant's mansion?" The old lady was in a good mood, but she couldn't help but tease, and stood up: "Old lady, I want to see, this kid wants to use it. How much pomp and circumstance would it take to replace the girl who is like a flower like a jade in our family's birth sister?"

An Sheng was shy and turned around to escape, but An Zheng grabbed him: "What are you shy about?"

It was just a matter of speaking, and I heard that the gate was boiling like a pot, not only the gongs and drums beating happily, but also the voices of people.

"Go out and have a look!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Shen couldn't hold back a little. She stepped forward to support the old lady, and smiled angrily: "An Zheng, you are a girl who has not yet left the cabinet, so stay with your sister in the house honestly."

An Zheng dragged An Sheng quietly: "Let's take a peek at it."

An Sheng rarely has a thin skin: "See for yourself, I won't go."

Xia Yuanwai and the old lady went straight out the door. At one glance, he was also surprised by the pomp in front of him.

The Xia Mansion was in the middle of a busy city, and the streets at the entrance were wide and crowded with ordinary people watching the fun.

The betrothal gifts for marriage are arranged in pairs, all of which are red lacquer lifts or longevity boxes, like a long dragon, winding all the way to the end of the street, with no end in sight.

Heading up and counting, it is the dowry, and it is a real ingot, tied with red silk, dazzling in the sun.

Ordinary people, if they can get an ingot, it is also a big windfall, and they can buy a small family business. I don't know how many of these more than ten ingots are carried, so how can it not be shocking?

No wonder the guy who just reported the letter was so excited.

After that, there are cakes, seafood, three sacrifices, tea boxes, wedding invitation boxes, etc., all of which are prepared according to the customs and habits of Beijing.

Xia Yuanwai, the old lady and the others couldn't help but look at each other, Leng Nanxian's great handwriting!