Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

Meanwhile, inside the inn diagonally opposite Yichun Courtyard.

Song Yuwei and Su Wan'er were sitting in the room, looking at the madam Yunniang who had suddenly arrived, their faces full of surprise.

"Mother Cloud, what brings you here?"

Tomorrow is their wedding day with Lin Feng, so the two of them did not stay at Yichun Courtyard today. Instead, Yunniang arranged for them to rest in two superior rooms at this inn.

It was late at night, and Yunniang had specially sent someone to invite them over, which puzzled the two of them.

Yunniang, with a gentle smile on her face, pushed two small wooden boxes in front of the two of them.

"These are some gold and silver jewelry, not worth much money, so please don't look down on them."

Song Yuwei's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her tone tinged with doubt: "The jade bracelet and hairpin that Lin Lang made for us have already been delivered, why did you specially prepare these again?"

Upon hearing this, Yunniang's smile deepened: "These were prepared by the sisters of Yichun Courtyard who pooled their money."

"We have an old rule in our Yichun Brothel: whenever a sister is able to get married, leave her registered residence, and escape her misery, it is a great joy."

"Those who end up here are all unfortunate women. If they weren't destitute, who would want to come to this place to make a living?"

Although Yunniang had a smile on her face, there was a hint of bitterness in her voice.

"When a woman in distress has no family to support her, the sisters of Yichun Courtyard pool their money to provide her with a dowry, which can be considered as sending her on her way."

"Yuwei, I know you don't lack this gold and silver, but this is a token of everyone's goodwill, so please accept it!"

When Song Yuwei was at Yichun Courtyard, she was the courtyard's most sought-after woman, earning the brothel countless riches.

Yunniang had always been sincere towards her, and now she was genuinely happy for her.

Both Song Yuwei and Su Wan'er felt a warmth in their hearts and were deeply moved after hearing this.

Song Yuwei said softly, "We appreciate your kindness, Mother. We will accept this gift. Please be sure to sit at the head table at the wedding banquet tomorrow."

Su Wan'er nodded repeatedly, her tone earnest: "Sister Yuwei is right! Mother has always taken good care of us. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have starved to death on the streets long ago."

Although Yunniang was somewhat mercenary, and her attitude was not particularly warm before Su Wan'er gained Lin Feng's favor.

But in the end, it was Yunniang who gave her food and a place to stay.

Su Wan'er always remembered this kindness.

In this world, there are very few people willing to lend a helping hand to those who are suffering.

The Daqian Jiezi (大乾解字) states: "Marriage is the wife's family. According to the rites, a wife is married at dusk."

This means that, according to ancient customs, the wedding ceremony should take place at dusk.

From the pre-Qin period to the Qianlong era, ancient people traditionally held their weddings between dusk and night.

On the evening of the last day of August, the Northern Barbarians surprisingly remained still and rested for a day.

Raymond Lam was able to free up some time to start preparing for his wedding.

Lu Zheng and Li Ping'an took the initiative to arrange a house, renting a courtyard near the General's Mansion to serve as their new home.

The wedding procession will depart from here and head to the Yuelai Inn, which is diagonally opposite Yichun Courtyard, to pick up the bride.

This team was quite formidable, with Lin Feng alone commanding a hundred soldiers.

Lü Zheng and Li Ping'an also brought more than a dozen bodyguards with them to maintain appearances.

As the sun set, Lin Feng, dressed in a bright red wedding suit, led his entourage on a grand journey.

According to the old custom of the Great Qian Dynasty, the wedding procession had to circle the city once, symbolizing a joyous, complete, solemn, and proper occasion.

Lin Feng didn't believe in these formalities, but he had no choice but to follow local customs and patiently led his team to slowly detour.

Just as he was setting off to fetch his bride, in an ordinary house on Caiyun Street in Zhenyuan City.

A man peered through the crack in the door, staring intently at the wedding procession that was swaggering down the street, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness.

"Bang!"

He slammed the door shut and, dragging his limp, slowly made his way to the backyard.

In the backyard, thirty-five people sat upright on prayer cushions, their postures stiff as stones.

This group of people were missing arms or legs, and none of them were healthy, yet they exuded a chilling aura.

Cold, ruthless, and with a palpable killing intent.

"The wedding procession has already set off. I will now reiterate today's operational plan!"

The lame man's gaze swept over the crowd, his voice chilling: "After the riot began, we followed the predetermined route, feigning an escape, and infiltrated the target mansion. Once inside, we immediately took the secret medicine and made our move."

"Remember, never retreat until the objective is achieved!"

After saying that, he took out a blood-red pill from his pocket.

"Check the secret medicine and await the signal!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining thirty-five people simultaneously pulled out the same blood-red pills and clenched them tightly in their palms.

After everything was settled, the lame man sat back down on the prayer mat and murmured, "Your Majesty, General, today the thirty-six men of the Blood Vanguard Camp are willing to serve the Northern Barbarians to the death!"

At the same time, inside the Wang family mansion in Zhenyuan City, Wang Qian was pacing back and forth in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, looking anxious and uneasy.

"Young master! Young master!"

Liu Cheng rushed into the courtyard, panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat.

"How is it? Did it work?" Wang Qian suddenly grabbed his arm, his tone urgent.

Liu Cheng waved his hands repeatedly: "Young master, it's still early! The time for action is far off."

Wang Qian's hopes were dashed, and he impatiently waved his hand away: "The Green Snake Society didn't send any good news, why did you rush back in such a panic?"

Liu Cheng replied with a bitter face, "Young Master, I just received news that the Second Young Master... the Second Young Master has taken some people to Lin Feng's wedding banquet."

"What? My second brother actually went to Lin Feng's place?" Wang Qian's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"I guess she's trying to repair her relationship with Raymond Lam?"

Liu Cheng was at a loss and tentatively asked, "Young master, what should we do now?"

Wang Qian's eyes darted around quickly, and he instantly made up his mind: "Go find your second brother right now and tell him to stop getting involved with Lin Feng, lest he get himself into trouble!"

"Yes! I'll go right away!"

Liu Cheng dared not delay and turned to run outside.

Wang Qian, who was confined to his home, became increasingly irritable. He had planned everything, but he never expected Wang Ling to join in the fun.

Why is that kid fawning over Lin Feng for no reason?

On the other side, outside the Yuelai Inn, diagonally opposite the Yichun Courtyard.

As soon as Lin Feng's wedding procession arrived, the innkeeper and his staff, all smiling, blocked the entrance.

"Lord Lin, today you've come here to get married, and all the neighbors have gathered to watch the spectacle."

The slightly overweight shop owner, with a friendly face and a slightly teasing tone, said, "We can't let the villagers watch the show for nothing, can we? Please, Lord Lin, give us some red envelopes!"

The onlookers also joined in the commotion.

"Lord Lin is offering a reward!"

"You're handsome and dashing, don't be stingy!"

"I want a red envelope!"

Surrounded by his brothers, Raymond Lam's bright red wedding attire accentuated his tall and handsome figure.

He laughed heartily, displaying his magnanimous spirit: "Thank you all for your presence, elders and fellow villagers! How could I, Lin Feng, be stingy? I have already prepared a hundred taels of copper coins to share this joy with everyone!"

With that, he waved his hand and ordered, "Wan Qian, Wang Tu, lead the brothers to throw money around!"

After becoming rich overnight, Lin Feng had more than three thousand taels of silver in hand.

A hundred taels of copper coins was nothing to him.

Wan Qian and Wang Tu led their soldiers and tossed copper coins wrapped in red paper into the air.

In an instant, crimson rain filled the sky, like a festive "red rain" falling.

As he tossed the money away, he gasped in heartache, "One hundred taels! A whole one hundred taels! Just like that, it's all gone! Oh dear!"

He has always been a gambler and a penny-pincher, and seeing Raymond Lam's extravagant spending hurt him more than if he were cutting off his own flesh.

"A reward from Lord Schelling!"

"What a generous man!"

"Shopkeeper, please open the door!"

The people who received the copper coins were overjoyed and rushed forward to help push and shove, eventually breaking open the inn's door.

Lin Feng led the team up the stairs, heading straight for the second floor.

Song Yuwei and Su Wan'er were waiting quietly in the main room.

At the door stood the madam, Yunniang, and the maid, Yingtao.

A group of young women from the brothel, dressed in new clothes, were already poised to block the entrance.

Yunniang waved her round fan and looked at Lin Feng with a smile, her tone teasing: "Lord Lin, you've arrived quickly, but if you want to enter the house to marry your bride, you'll have to get past us first."

Lin Feng didn't waste any words and raised his hand in greeting.

Wang Dahu immediately pulled out several heavy red silver bags and handed them to Yunniang, while muttering in a low voice, "Yunniang, that's enough. Don't cause any trouble for my godson."

Yunniang and the girls accepted the silver pouches, their smiles growing even brighter, and they secretly gave Wang Dahu a reassuring look.

"Everyone in Zhenyuan City knows that Lord Lin is as brave as ten thousand men."

Yunniang cleared her throat and deliberately raised her voice, saying, "But you all probably don't know, our Lord Lin is also well-versed in literature, understands classical music, and is skilled in composing poetry. He is quite capable!"

After saying that, she waved her hand.

Cherry walked out from behind carrying a tray covered with a bright red silk cloth, on which a single piece of paper sat alone.

"Lord Lin, Miss Yuwei and Miss Wan'er have asked you to compose a poem based on this one character on the paper."

"Well done, then we'll let you in to welcome the bride!"

"If you don't do a good job, then we'll have to stop you!"

Lin Feng looked up and saw the word "love" written on the red silk.