Chapter 387 Wei Feng gets married
The days are gradually getting warmer, and it will soon enter February.
February in the eighteenth year of Yong'an has a very different meaning to the people of Dazhou, especially the people of the capital.
This is the day when the general examination is held every three years.
Starting from the ninth day of February, there will be three games in a row, each for three days, until the end of the exam on the seventeenth day of February. Then, as soon as the apricot list comes out, the bustling catching of the son-in-law will begin.
The palace examination will be held in April, and there will be the excitement of the number one scholar parading through the streets.
It can be said that every year when the Spring Festival is held, the bustle from spring to summer will be contracted, and the entire capital will be immersed in joy.
Just as the much-anticipated test kicked off, a wedding ceremony ushered in Pingnan Palace.
Pingnan Prince's son Wei Feng married the third daughter of Taipusi Shaoqing Wang's family.
At Shaoqing's mansion decorated with lanterns and festoons, Miss Wang San, who was dressed in a red wedding dress, was surrounded in the middle, enjoying the joy of being surrounded by stars.
She raised her eyes to look at the two older sisters who were pushed outside, bent her lips and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the youngest sister to leave the cabinet first, and the elders in the family will ask the two older sisters to fulfill my filial piety for me."
The second girl Wang said lightly: "We will do our due filial piety. As for the third sister, it is better for the third sister to do it herself."
Miss Wang San's eyes were slightly cold, and she pursed her lips.
Seeing that Miss Wang San was unhappy, the aunts, sisters and others of the same clan immediately scolded Miss Wang Er.
"Er Niang, you are wrong to say that. You and the First Concubine are sisters, so you should help each other."
"That's right, the third sister has become the imperial concubine, and we will have a bright face when we attend the banquet." A girl in pink looked at the second girl Wang with a bit of dissatisfaction.
The third cousin is so promising, and the girls of the Wang family can follow her, but the second cousin is not good at seeing others, she is too narrow-minded.
Second Miss Wang was very angry. Fortunately, after so many years of begging for life at the hands of her stepmother, she still had some time to endure. She pursed her lips and said, "I didn't say anything. I just thought that my third sister would marry in the capital. The Qing government can't use it for half an hour, so there is no need for us to be filial for her. It is better to let anyone else do my filial piety, Sanmei, don't you think?"
Miss Wang quietly tugged on the sleeve of Miss Wang.
Miss Wang San's pretty face darkened, and she immediately showed her face: "Second sister is right, little sister will remember."
Wait for her to gain a firm foothold in the palace and see what happens to Wang Er.
The welcoming team arrived. Amidst the festive suona sound, Miss Wang San was carried on the sedan chair by her clan brother.
Watching the welcoming team go away, the second girl Wang standing in the corner sneered: "It's really a villain's success."
Miss Wang patted her younger sister's hand: "Second sister, don't worry about these things."
Miss Wang Er was not angry: "Although the eldest sister does not care about this marriage, but if it is said that it is clearly the third sister who snatched it, she just has no guilt, and she is still showing off in front of the eldest sister. Thinking about it is depressing."
"Then if the third sister didn't **** it, I have no choice but to marry him. What does the second sister think?"
The second girl Wang said in a low voice: "I'm really worried for the elder sister."
Marriage is a major event in a lifetime, if the eldest sister is unwilling but has to marry, it will be too wronged.
Miss Wang smiled: "That's it. My third sister and I are very happy. As for the others, they are all irrelevant."
People know what they want most, and it is a blessing to get what they want most, and there is no need to worry about losing something.
"Sister is right."
Miss Wang took her younger sister's hand and said with a smile: "Third sister is out of the cabinet, the elders are happy to give you a lot of money. Later, I will take second sister to a restaurant for a drink."
Thinking about the wine shop that brought warmth to their sisters, both sisters brightened their mood.
The sky is getting late, and the thin sunset glow floats in the sky. Miss Wang San, who has paid her respects, is sitting in the wedding room, waiting for her husband's arrival with shy anticipation.
Wait until late at night.
Xipa picked it up before going out to toast the guests, and after drinking the wine, Wei Feng who walked to the bed saw a face as beautiful as peaches and plums.
The half-drunk man stared at that pretty face for a moment.
A thought came to his mind: With such thick makeup on his face, he looked nothing like that boy again.
Thinking about it this way, I suddenly feel dull.
Wei Feng flicked his shoes and fell directly on Xi's bed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, the third girl Wang who was nervous and excited was taken aback for a moment, and then saw that the groom had closed his eyes, and there was a slight snoring sound.
Drink too much?
Looking at the groom who is getting louder in snoring, he felt dissatisfied.
It's a candle night, is it just like this?
With the support of her mother, the third girl suppressed her two older sisters since she was a child. She has never practiced forbearance.
Of course, she also has something lovable, that is, her sweet and lively mouth.
It is this liveliness that prevents her from being submissive.
Miss Wang San leaned slightly and shouted, "My lord, wake up."
After shouting like this a few times, Wei Feng opened his eyes and asked vaguely, "What's the matter?"
Miss Wang San was stung by the other party's cold tone, endured the grievance and said: "My lord, you have been tired all day, you should wash up before going to sleep."
As a newlywed, she couldn't open her mouth to take the initiative to bring up the wedding candles. Miss Wang San felt that the hints in her words were very obvious.
"I'm tired, I'll wash it tomorrow." Wei Feng closed his eyes again.
Miss Wang San pursed her lips, and said softly: "My lord, you don't feel comfortable sleeping like this, you'd better get up and wash—"
"You are so annoying!" Wei Feng scolded without opening his eyes, and turned over.
Miss Wang San shook her eyelids in disbelief and bit her lip hard.
At Dafu Temple that day, it was obvious that the eldest son had taken a fancy to her, how could this happen on the wedding night?
Looking at the man's face stained red by the alcohol, Miss Wang San comforted herself silently: The prince drank too much.
After waiting again, it was confirmed that there was no hope of the groom sobering up, so the third girl Wang had no choice but to take off her hairpin and ring make-up, take off her outer clothes, and lay down next to Wei Feng aggrieved.
Wei Feng frowned uncomfortably, subconsciously stretched out his hand and pushed it to a soft body.
Miss Wang's eyes showed surprise: "My son."
The man close at hand opened his eyes and looked straight at her.
Miss Wang San's heart was beating rapidly, and she smiled shyly.
"Why are you sleeping here?"
Miss Wang's smile faltered: "My son forgot, today is our day of great joy."
Where does she sleep if she doesn't sleep here?
Wei Feng seemed to have woken up a little, and said unhappily: "It's too crowded for two people to sleep in one bed, I'm not used to it, you go to sleep in the outside room."
Miss Wang's face turned pale, and she said in shock: "My lord, if I go to sleep outside, what should I do if I let the maid see?"
Wei Feng thought about the troubles of getting the news to the ears of Princess Pingnan, and felt that the bride's worries were justified, so he hiccupped and said, "That's right, then you can make a bed on the floor."
Miss Wang San was shocked all over, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
(end of this chapter)