The immortal of the Tang Dynasty, but the game starts at Xuanwu Gate?

On the fifth day of the seventh lunar month, there were two days left until Chen Huai'an's wedding.

Inside the Duke of Yue's mansion, Lady Wei was discussing with Feng Qiao'er which wedding dress to wear on their wedding day.

Women in the Tang Dynasty did not wear red wedding dresses when they got married; the standard arrangement was red for the groom and green for the bride.

The groom wears a scarlet official robe, while the bride wears different shades of blue according to her status. The higher the status, the darker the color, and the edges are often decorated with red to echo the groom's crimson robe.

"Qiao'er, what do you think of this jeweled wedding dress?" Madam Wei took out a wedding dress and gestured to Feng Qiao'er. "I feel this one suits you better. The pattern on the previous dress didn't really match you."

Feng Qiao'er looked at it carefully and smiled, "Mother's taste is naturally excellent, I like it very much."

"This set is fine, no need to change it."

Lady Wei said irritably, "I think you're just trying to avoid trouble. Let's try something else. This wedding only happens once, and His Majesty will be officiating. The guests will all be rich and powerful, so we can't be careless."

Feng Qiao'er said helplessly, "Mother, I've already tried on more than a dozen sets. These clothes are already so troublesome to put on, and each set of clothes also requires a different hair ornament. These things are really heavy."

"Please let me go."

Seeing that her daughter was indeed quite tired, Madam Wei felt a pang of heartache, but remembering that this was Chang'an, she steeled herself and said, "No, we must give it a good try."

"Can anything be more troublesome than the troubles of Lingnan?"

"Hurry up and stop talking nonsense."

Feng Qiao'er said quietly, "Our customs in Lingnan are indeed a bit more complicated, but it doesn't mean trying on so many outfits at the same time. It's just that the process is a bit more cumbersome..."

Wei rolled her eyes at her: "We from Lingnan were once considered half-barbarians in the Central Plains, we can't afford to lose face."

One sentence completely convinced Feng Qiao'er.

What Ms. Wei wanted to express was not that the Feng family had lost face, but rather that she wanted to tell Feng Qiao'er that she could not lose face for Chen Huai'an.

After all, today's grand occasion is all thanks to the other party, and most of the guests are here out of respect for Chen Huai'an and Li Shimin. If anything goes wrong, it will probably be used against them in the future.

"All right......"

Feng Qiao'er sighed helplessly, thinking to herself, "It's just a couple of days of hard work, things will get better after that."

As the mother and daughter tried on their wedding dresses with the help of maids, Feng Qiao'er's personal maid, who had always been by her side, knocked on the door and entered: "Madam, Miss, something has happened outside. Would you two like to go and take a look?"

"What is it?" Feng Qiao'er turned her head in confusion.

Her maid, Lan Yin, had been by her side since childhood. She was very tactful and would never bother her with unimportant matters.

Lan Yin considered how to phrase it: "This servant...it's really hard to say, why don't you go and see for yourself?"

Feng Qiao'er and Madam Wei exchanged a glance, their curiosity fully aroused.

"Alright, let's go take a look!" Feng Qiao'er immediately made the decision, not even giving Wei a chance to speak, and stood up and walked out.

Weiss: "..."

She knew her daughter was really tired, so she let her go and followed her out.

When the two walked out of the gate of the Duke of Yue's mansion and saw the scene before them, they couldn't help but widen their eyes in surprise.

Many people were scattered around, each carrying brooms and other items, meticulously cleaning the entire street. The walls nearby were decorated with double happiness characters and red flowers.

They swept the streets again and again, even to the point of being so ruthless that they couldn't tolerate even a speck of dust on the ground.

"What are you doing here...?"

Feng Qiao'er went out and came to a woman with her daughter, and couldn't help but ask.

It was July, and the weather was hot. The woman and her daughter must have been cleaning for a long time, as sweat beaded on their foreheads, yet she smiled happily: "You must be Lady Feng, the wife the Minister is about to marry?"

"Yes..." Feng Qiao'er looked down at her clothes and did not deny it.

"My name is Fang Xiang, and this is my daughter, Ya Ya." Fang Xiang introduced herself briefly with her daughter, her smile gentle. "In the ninth year of the Wude era, I fell seriously ill and almost died. If I had died, Ya Ya probably wouldn't have survived that winter either."

"Later, Ya Ya had no other choice but to steal from the streets in hopes of curing my illness, but she ended up stealing from the Minister."

When Fang Xiang talked about this, she still looked a little embarrassed, but after so much time had passed and she had returned the money to Chen Huai'an, she felt much better and was finally able to talk about it.

Feng Qiao'er asked in a daze, "And then?"

"And then..." Fang Xiang pursed her lips, remaining silent for a moment. Ya Ya, however, tilted her little head and said, "The Minister didn't blame Ya Ya. After learning that Mother was seriously ill, he even gave Ya Ya money so that Ya Ya could live well and live like a human being."

"Ya Ya took the money and hired a doctor for her mother, who cured her illness."

"With the remaining money, Mother opened a steamed bun stall and sold steamed buns with Ya Ya. Once they made money, they returned the money to the Minister."

"And another thing," Ya Ya's eyes curved into crescent moons, her face filled with longing, "Mother said that we don't have much to help the Minister, but at least we should make sure the ground is a little cleaner when the Minister gets married."

"In that case, the Minister might feel much better."

"Ya Ya also helped!"

Finally, the little guy raised the broom in his hand with a proud look on his face.

Mrs. Wei's eyes softened: "What a good child."

When Ya Ya heard someone praising her, she immediately beamed with joy.

Looking at the little guy's genuine smile, which didn't seem fake, Feng Qiao'er couldn't say a word at that moment for some reason.

Is it just... to make Chen Huai'an's wedding cleaner?

Feng Qiao'er looked around: "Then...where are they?"

"Them..." Fang Xiang smiled, "They are all former slum dwellers who have received favors from the Minister. When they heard that the Minister was getting married, they came together."

"Those double happiness characters on the street, the fireworks..."

"Those were bought with money pooled together by everyone." Fang Xiang's smile remained unchanged. "When the shop owner heard that they were for the Minister, he did a great favor and gave us a very low price."

"...Thank you for your hard work." Feng Qiao'er had an indescribable feeling in her heart. After hesitating for a long time, she finally said only this sentence.

"It's no trouble at all, it's all what we should do." Fang Xiang's smile became more sincere. "The Minister has done so much for us, I think we should do something for him."

Even if it's just sweeping away the dust in front of you.

"Oh, by the way," Fang Xiang paused, then said sincerely, "I wish you and the Minister a very happy marriage!"

"Thank you." Feng Qiao'er nodded gently. "I'm going back now."

"Going back to prepare... to marry him."

"..."