Father's Farmer's Wife: Farming Makes a Fortune

Chapter 142 A Trip to the Capital ([-])

Although Nanmenyue woke up, her body was still extremely weak. After washing her body, she lay down on Li Biwen's soft and fragrant boudoir bed. After a while, her heavy eyelids were covered, and this sleep was the time of the next day. .

Cui'er didn't dare to disturb her all day long, she had to rest well, if something went wrong on the way to get married, she would have her head beheaded by her own lady.

Seeing that it was getting late, she opened the door and entered the house. Just as she was about to wake up the girl, she got up spontaneously.

"Miss, it's getting late, I'll wait for you to wash your body first." This was an appointment she had made with Li Biwen earlier, and she called Nanmenyue Miss.

Li Biwen had made an appointment with her father two days ago, saying that on the day of her wedding, her family would not be allowed to be around her boudoir until she covered her head.

Li Faru thought that this girl was going to get married, and seeing her family members would be heartbroken, apart from feeling guilty for her daughter, he had no choice but to follow orders.

There was no family contact outside the room, so Tweety didn't need to cover up, she waited for Nanmenyue to wash her body before returning to the boudoir, the makeup lady invited outside was already waiting there.

Guo Kefu couldn't help, so he had to stand outside the door and watch helplessly.

The afterglow of the setting sun came in through the window, and the makeup woman in the house put on powder and fat, and the woman in front of the bronze mirror was dressed in jade, which was indescribably soft and delicate.

"Oh, Miss Li, it's a waste of your stunning beauty to be married to that sick son."

Zhuang Niang was very satisfied with her handiwork, she looked at the icy-muscled Nanmenyue in the bronze mirror, her mouth was bursting with praise, she was afraid that she would not be able to stay for a long time, so she packed up and went out.

Nanmen Yue's eyes were fixed in front of the bronze mirror, the disbelief in her heart hadn't subsided for a long time, the pain from being pinched in her legs still remained, this was not a dream, the woman in the mirror was really herself, with that posture Bulky self.

It must be because of my massive vomiting of blood in the past few days that the effect of Yeherong's medicine in my body faded away, but I didn't expect that this was a blessing in disguise.

If possible, she would rather trade that fat body for the lives of her family members.

Guo Kefu stood outside the door, watching the twilight fall, inevitably hesitated, hesitated again and again, then pushed the door and entered the room, saw Nanmen Yue leaning against the window and sighing, her face like Shunhua was full of tears. Sad, must be thinking about that.

She wanted to say something comforting, but she didn't know how to open her mouth.

Cui'er stepped into the room, saw that Nanmenyue was ready, grabbed the hijab in front of the mirror, and covered Nanmenyue's head: "Miss, it's getting late, the palace's wedding reception team has arrived .”

It is said that the prince was ill and did not come to pick up the bride in person, but just sent a team to pick up the bride.

Nanmenyue only felt a red light in front of her eyes, she could see the pair of gorgeous embroidered shoes when she lowered her head, she was supported by Cui'er, she went out and went down the stairs, only listening to the sound of firecrackers and Cui'er The son told her to bow her head, and finally got into the sedan chair.

She is really going to marry someone this time, or marry someone else, marry a man she has never met.

Coming out of the Li Mansion, the lights were just on, and the two stone steps were crowded with spectators, some applauding, some sighing, and some disapproving.

Compared to the bustle of Li's mansion, the other side of Wang's mansion seemed a little deserted.

Except for the red lantern with the Chinese character "Happy" hanging on it, and the wine tables in twos and threes in the front yard, no one could tell that it was a happy event.

The housekeeper, Fu Tonghai, never stopped being busy. He was originally a housekeeper, but today he even took over his father's work.

A few days ago, he received a letter from Fei Ge from Wang Ye Yuan in Yuyang County, saying that he was asked to prepare a marriage for the eldest son, and the preparations should be completed in the next few days.Since the day he received the carrier pigeon, he has been busy without stopping. Seeing that the bride is about to come in, the prince has not yet returned to the house.

From his point of view, when the bride serves tea, he has to drink it for the unreliable master.

Just when he was worried, the servants outside rushed to report: "Mr. Fu, the prince is back."

Fu Tonghai heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly went out to greet her. As soon as he reached the gate, he heard the sound of firecrackers, and the bride just received it at the gate.

Qi Hong jumped off his horse and subconsciously looked at the bride-seeking team behind him: "How is it? I made it in time." He smiled playfully at Fu Tonghai, waiting for Qin Tinghan to dismount.

Only then did Fu Tonghai notice the young man in white who followed Qi Hong. He didn't know him, and his aura was not very human. Could it be that the former prince Qi Qing, who was hurriedly recalled by the emperor, was wondering when the carriage behind him Another figure came down, it turned out to be his brother.

The celebrity next to the ex-prince whom he thought was dead, Fu Tonghua.

The two brothers met again after many years, no matter how much excitement they felt in their hearts, they had to be suppressed in front of the master. The most important thing in front of them was that the bride's sedan chair had already landed in front of the palace. The groom kicked the sedan chair and led the bride into the mansion.

Everyone stopped to watch, waiting for the son to come out to kick the sedan chair, but saw a servant girl rushing over: "Mr. Fu is not good, the son just now coughed and said that he can't get up and come out to pick up the bride."

When Fu Tonghai heard it, one head and two big ones, this is the rule, if no one kicks the sedan chair, the bride will definitely be domineering when she marries into the palace in the future, and no one can subdue her.

"My lord, why don't you handle this matter yourself?"

Anyway, the purpose of kicking the sedan chair is to suppress the bride, so it shouldn't matter who kicks it.

Qi Hong raised his brows and thought for a while, but disagreed: "I'm her father, is it suitable for me to kick the sedan chair, or..." He looked at Qin Tinghan with a flattering face: "Why don't you go, Brother Qin?"

He didn't care about breaking the rules, he just wanted to play tricks on Qin Tinghan.

Qin Tinghan remained silent, lowered her eyes and glanced at him coldly, turned around and entered the mansion as if returning to her own home.

"Hey, Qin Tinghan, after all, it's your nephew's big wedding, so how can you be more friendly?"

Qi Hong yelled loudly and chased after him. This mess happened to Fu Tonghai again. He wanted to cry but had no tears. He heard that some grooms would use roosters instead when they couldn't pay their respects, so he asked someone to hug him. He picked up a rooster, held his paw and pushed it towards the sedan door, kicking the sedan chair instead of the groom.

The firecrackers sounded again, and Nanmenyue felt her stiff arms being held by someone, and she came out of the cramped sedan chair again, and as soon as she took a step forward, Guo Kefu rushed over from the wedding party behind and pulled her. Nanmenyue's skirt was creaking and talking.

Tweety pushed her away with a sullen expression.

Nanmen Yun was standing in front of the sending-off team, seeing the behavior of these two people felt weird, so he was careful.

(End of this chapter)