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

In the afternoon, Cheng Chumo, seeing that it was time, shouted, "Sir, it's time to go pick up your mistress!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Tang Heshang said with a smile, "Sir, it's time to go pick up your master's wife, otherwise we might be late!"

"Let's welcome Master's wife!" Li Zhen shouted loudly.

Chen Huai'an did not speak immediately, but looked at Wei Shi and Feng Ang.

Mrs. Wei looked reluctant to part, her eyes reddening as she remained silent.

From the day Feng Qiao'er was born, she knew that this day would come; a woman, after all, must eventually get married.

Only after getting married do you find a place to belong, a home to rely on, and a family of your own.

But she didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the little girl who used to run around following her has reached the age of marriage.

As a mother, I always feel reluctant to let go at times like this.

Feng Ang sighed softly; he was actually feeling quite bad too.

Qiao'er was his favorite daughter and also his smartest daughter.

Most of his other children had their own shortcomings and strengths, but Qiao'er was different; he was extremely satisfied with her in every way.

Feng Ang often lamented that if Qiao'er were a boy, the Feng family would definitely be inherited by her in the future.

Unfortunately, Feng Qiao'er was ultimately a woman and was destined to marry.

The only good news is that Qiao'er married a good husband.

Feng Ang smiled and nodded gently to him: "Go ahead, go pick up Qiao'er."

"From now on...you two should live a good life together."

Chen Huai'an bowed deeply, then led the wedding procession to Feng Qiao'er's boudoir.

Many guests were making merry at this time, but most of them were offering their blessings.

"Cough cough..." Wei Zheng's face was flushed, clearly showing signs of intoxication. "Just you wait and see what I do."

"When it comes to writing poetry, I don't think I can compare to Mr. Chen, who can casually utter famous lines that have stood the test of time, but I still have some knowledge of poetry."

"As if anyone can't do it!" Du Ruhui scoffed. "Mr. Chen, I can do it too!"

Fang Xuanling coughed lightly: "If you ask me, among the three of us, I have to be the best at composing poetry. If you disagree, then bring out your previous poems and compare them."

"Besides, you're both drunk, let me handle this part!"

"You're kidding me!" Wei Zheng retorted, "We don't have that much free time to compose poetry. If we were to actually write, what would yours be?"

Chen Huai'an smiled without saying a word, ignoring their argument.

The poem they were referring to was the customary ritual of urging the bride to get ready for the wedding.

In later generations, when welcoming a bride, people would not open the door easily, but would put forward some conditions.

The Tang Dynasty was more romantic. When scholars got married, the bride would not come out immediately. Instead, the groom and his attendants would compose poems to urge her to get ready.

The woman only opened the door after the writing was well-written and touching.

"Sir, I can do it too!" Cheng Chumo said, patting his chest.

Chen Huai'an's lips twitched almost imperceptibly: "Don't worry, I have other uses for your brain."

"Great!" Cheng Chumo said proudly to his two younger brothers, "Did you hear that? The teacher said I'm smart, and that my brain has other uses too!"

Tang Heshang rolled his eyes at Li Zhen.

Have some self-awareness, will you? A fight would have been fine, but instead you're writing poetry.

Arriving at Feng Qiao'er's boudoir, one finds a large group of women gathered there, many of whom are relatives of the Feng family, such as Zhang, Feng Zhidai's wife, and many children.

Madam Zhang smiled and said, "Groom, and all the bridesmaids, it won't be so easy for you to get the bride out of the house today."

"The bride is still getting her makeup done. Aren't you all a bit too early?"

This was, of course, a lie; the real purpose was to ask for the poem urging her to get married.

"Not too early, not too early!" Cheng Chumo exclaimed, "We've arrived at the perfect time."

"Isn't it just writing poetry?"

"Sir, watch me!"

After saying that, Cheng Chumo stroked his chin and began to think.

Chen Huai'an's eyes widened, sensing that something bad was about to happen!

"Get out of the way, what do you know, you little brat?" Wei Zheng stepped forward and shoved Cheng Chumo aside. "This kind of thing is something I have to handle!"

"Old country bumpkin, you get out of the way too! We clearly said I was coming, so move aside!" Du Ruhui squeezed in as well.

Perhaps because they had drunk quite a bit, the group of people all wanted to compete for the poem that urged them to get ready for the wedding.

Chen Huai'an was completely stunned.

He felt that this group of people were unreliable no matter how he looked at it, and he had to do it himself!

However, to everyone's surprise, while Wei Zheng and the others were still arguing and Chen Huai'an was thinking about speaking, the door suddenly opened.

Feng Qiao'er dressed up for her wedding, with a maid on each side, each holding a round fan to cover her face.

This commotion stunned everyone.

Zhang was getting a little anxious; this wasn't in accordance with the rules.

She didn't mean to stop anything, but she felt that since it was a wedding ceremony, it was better to follow the procedure to avoid gossip.

Besides, everyone knows that Chen Huai'an is a man of great talent, and he is accompanied by Wei Zheng and Fang Xuanling, who are known for their strategic thinking and decisive action.

It's impossible to be stopped by a poem urging one to get ready for marriage.

Chen Huai'an was startled and exchanged bewildered glances with Wei Zheng and the others, unsure of what was going on.

Ignoring everyone else, Feng Qiao'er lowered her gaze slightly the moment she met Chen Huai'an's, and said softly, "Before the wedding, countless people in Chang'an spontaneously helped me clean the streets, set up fireworks, and sent me their blessings."

"No one told them to come, but they came anyway."

"I asked them why they came, and they said there was no particular reason. They just wanted to do their part to help the Minister get married, even if it was just to make the wedding cleaner and not have the dirty streets get in their way."

Feng Qiao'er's voice grew softer, as if stars were twinkling within it, making it incredibly beautiful: "So many people are preparing for my marriage, sending me their blessings, and looking forward to my marriage to the beloved Minister Chen."

"How many women in this world can receive such an honor?"

Wei Zheng, Du Ruhui, and others remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

Yes.

How many women in the world can receive such an honor?

The only one left is Feng Qiao'er, right in front of me?

Chen Huai'an remained silent, staring intently at Feng Qiao'er.

Everyone present fell silent and stared at her.

Feng Qiao'er smiled and said, "From that day on, I have been looking forward to it, looking forward to you coming to me."

"The wedding ceremony, the welcoming of the bride, the urging of the bride to get ready, the removal of the fan, the riding of the carriage, the blocking of the carriage, the stepping onto the saddle, the wedding ceremony in the green pavilion... the sharing of food and the nuptial cup!"

"Let's go through all the wedding rituals together, and grow old together in love!"

"I think I no longer need any more wedding poems."

"Because the people of Chang'an have already written the most moving poems in the world on every bluestone brick and every floor of Zhuque Street in the East and West Markets."

Feng Qiao'er paused, then looked up to meet Chen Huai'an's gaze: "So...Young Master Chen, please take me away!"

"I've come to marry you!"

"..."