Yusui Chang'an

Chapter 1280: Auspicious Wedding Day
On the hillside behind Qingyun Temple.

In the woods with the bright moon hanging high in the sky, the only sounds are the chirping of insects and a lonely figure leaning against a tree trunk.

The figure was dressed in black, blending into the darkness. He looked at the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain with a struggling expression. He looked away after a long time, and his deep red eyes could not be seen clearly in the night.

She hugged her knees with her hands, looked up at the sky helplessly, and murmured fragilely to the bright moon:
"Father, what should I do..."

The trees in the mountains seemed to sense his pain and knew that no one would answer his questions, so they swayed their branches in the breeze, rustling in response.
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The sky is clear at dawn. Auspicious day for marriage.

Both the residence of Minister Xiao of the Ministry of Works and the residence of Minister Zhao of the Ministry of War were filled with a festive atmosphere.

The bride, Zhao Huaqiong, was filled with fear and grief because her grandmother had just passed away and the man she was marrying was so cold and indifferent to her. She couldn't stop crying.

The bridesmaid kept saying auspicious words and laughing, and Mrs. Zhao also said: It is unlucky to cry on a happy day.

Zhao Huaqiong threw away the half-wet handkerchief in her hand and started shouting:
"If it's unlucky, then I won't marry him! After all, he is Young Master Xiao, and the three matchmakers and six betrothals are just following the etiquette, there is no trace of love."

There were some relatives and friends of the Zhao family in the room. Mrs. Zhao quickly covered her daughter's mouth and leaned over to whisper in her ear:
"Little aunt, now that the Qi family is gone, I no longer have my natal family to rely on. The whole city knows about your affair with your uncle. If you continue to mess around, I can't protect you!"

Seeing that Zhao Huaqiong was still sobbing, at least she didn't say she wouldn't marry, Mrs. Zhao felt relieved. She coaxed her daughter to stop crying, and hurriedly asked the servants to fix her makeup and cover her head with the veil.

It was not until she sat in the Xiao family's bridal sedan that Mrs. Zhao finally felt relieved.

Lin Jinyan sat in the carriage on the way to Pingyang Marquis' Mansion, listening to the festive noises of the wedding procession outside, and flipping through the book in her hand calmly.

Hong Jiu lifted a corner of the car curtain, looked out for a while and sat back down, smacking his lips and sighing:

"As expected of a second-rank official, even with all this going on, he still has so much dowry. No wonder he loves being an official. He makes a lot of money quickly." Bai Zhi said with a smile:

"Miss, look at our Lady Hong's posture. If she were a man, she would definitely be a corrupt official."

Hong Jiu nodded: "Not only that, I will definitely be the most corrupt official in the world."

Lin Jinyan flipped through the book and laughed: "What a great ambition."

Hong Jiu: "I just saw that Xiao Siming was full of energy and no different from an ordinary person. It is worthy of being the Yueying Building that has stood for a hundred years. It is indeed profound. The sharp swordsmanship that cuts the throat, but still leaves a chance of survival, this measure is extremely exquisite...

When I get back, I will pester Wei Zhong to teach me this sword technique."

Bai Zhi: "Well, you money-loving martial arts fanatic, you can finally feast your eyes today. Others may want to learn, but Wei Zhong may not be willing to teach. If you give the order, he will teach you."

"Heh, even though I'm seriously injured, I still need to dry my clothes... woo..."

Before Hong Jiu could finish his words, the embarrassed and angry Bai Zhi rushed forward and covered his mouth tightly.

Lin Jinyan smiled and shook her head, letting the two of them laugh and make noises.

Chatting and laughing all the way, the carriage drove into the Pingyang Marquis Mansion.

Feng Siyao received the message and came to the front of the carriage, holding Lin Jinyan who was getting off the carriage:
"When you sent the message saying that you came, grandfather and brother had already made an appointment with the Grand Master. They are now at Qingyun Temple and will be back later."

Lin Jinyan shook hands with Feng Siyao, smiling like a painting:
"It's okay. It's nothing important. I can just tell you."