Chapter 59 Di Qing: Where are the words on my face?
In the Northern Song Dynasty, from proposing marriage to the official wedding night, as long as the formal process is followed, a lot of "procedures" are required.
Not to mention the three books and six ceremonies, even if an ordinary family keeps it simple, it will still take at least two or three months to complete the wedding.
For a big and powerful family like the Yang family, with the Zhe family also involved, they would naturally want to make the ceremony more grand and formal, which would probably take half a year.
The most important thing is that Uncle Zhe Qi feels that it may take a longer time to help Lu Sen accomplish this matter gloriously without making Lu Sen feel tired.
Because Zhe Sanlang brought back those jewel ornaments yesterday.
The particle effects of the light dust directly make the garbage like the Night Pearl look like trash.
Then he put on the 'ring' that increased his strength a little bit, and immediately felt that his strength had increased a lot. It would take at least five years of hard training to achieve this.
Suddenly, he was even more astounded by Lu Sen's beauty.
In Lu Sen's eyes, the attributes added by those jewelry rings are indeed not high.
That's because he doesn't have enough knowledge about the world of martial arts, or the martial arts world.
No matter who you are, in the early stages of practicing a skill, you will walk fast, and simple practice will enable you to grow quickly.
But once you reach the top, if you want to move up even just an inch, it takes a lot of time and practice, and you must have enough understanding to do it.
The attribute accessories made by Lu Sen do not have many additional values, but for masters and people who are at a bottleneck, this thing is a magical item that can enable them to take a big step forward.
It’s equivalent to several years of hard training for others.
Furthermore, if both people have the same limits and similar strengths, then this extra attribute may be the key to determining victory or defeat.
Therefore, Zhe Changfeng wanted to help Lu Sen get his marriage done properly.
Otherwise, he would feel embarrassed holding those three ornaments.
Because of this, the more Zhe Sanlang made a big fuss about the event, the more curious the people in Bianjing City became about the groom.
Then he tried every possible means to find out more.
Many people, considering themselves to be of noble status, even wanted to go to the abyss to meet this mysterious and extraordinary young man who was going to marry the youngest daughter of the Yang family.
The vast majority of people were blocked back by people from a certain force.
Except for a group of playboys.
Most of these people were naughty boys from civil servants' families, some of them were even beloved sons of important officials of the dynasty. The Zhao family's private guards who were responsible for "persuading" people to go back at the foot of the mountain did not dare to stop them when they saw them.
The group of people chatted and laughed all the way, and when they arrived outside Lu Sen's yard, they started looking him around.
Fortunately, they were well-mannered and did not force their way in. Then someone shouted across the fence, "The owner of this place, can you please come out and see us?"
Lu Sen was sleeping in a rocking chair in the wooden building. He had just finished practicing Qigong and felt relaxed all over. He fell into a deep sleep, but was woken up by someone.
He stood up and walked outside. Seeing a group of young men huddled together, he bowed and asked, "What do you think?"
"I heard that the owner of this place has great supernatural powers, so I came here to ask for an audience."
Then the group of people started laughing and making a lot of noise, which was very impolite.
Because they saw that Lu Sen was young and handsome, and didn't look like a Taoist master at all, so they joked with each other and said things like they didn't believe it.
Only two people had silent expressions.
One of them is Bao Yi.
His life was saved by Lu Sen's honey, so how could he casually laugh at his benefactor?
Lu Sen glanced at them and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know you. And judging from your dissolute behavior and strong bodies, if you have bad intentions, I am outnumbered and cannot resist you. Please go back."
Before traveling to the Northern Song Dynasty, Lu Sen had read many records of tragic criminal cases. Some young people with dissolute behavior, especially when they are excited, are prone to causing trouble.
Among them was a case of 'the disappearance of a young newlywed couple'. The process was extremely tragic, and it made Lu Sen instinctively wary of young people running around in groups.
What's more, this is still a remote place.
Even if he was wearing armor, he didn't want to let this group of wandering young men come in and cause trouble.
When someone heard Lu Sen say this, they were unhappy: "You are so arrogant. Do you know who we are? We elders are all important officials in the court. You should feel lucky to be able to come to visit you together."
Ah!
Lu Sen rarely wastes time talking to them and just turns around and leaves.
"Oh, this kid is so arrogant." Someone rolled up his sleeves and shouted, "Let me sneak in and catch him so that we can beat him up. He is so young, why is he pretending to be a master?"
Seeing that the man was about to step forward, Bao Yi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly shouted, "Stop."
A dozen young men turned their heads and looked at him.
Bao Yi bowed to his companions and said, "The owner of this place saved my life. I hope you brothers will let this go for my sake!"
A group of people around frowned.
Bao Yi actually doesn't have much presence among them.
Because he didn't gamble, visit prostitutes, or like to go for a walk, people saw that he was Bao Zheng's son and took him out to play, but he was never very sociable.
At this moment, everyone was thinking about having some fun, but Bao Yi jumped out to spoil the fun. It was so boring that some people were very unhappy at that moment.
But the other party’s father is Bao Zheng, a fierce man who dares to point at the emperor’s face and spit at him for an hour. He is not easy to mess with.
At that time, some people said it was a disappointment and left in a flash. Most of them left in a flash, and only two people were left.
Bao Yi and the other person looked at each other, both a little surprised.
Then Bao Yi straightened his clothes, clasped his hands together, bowed, and said loudly: "Bao Yi, a descendant of the Bao family, is grateful to the host of this place for saving my life."
After saying that, he bowed three times seriously and then wanted to leave.
At this time Lu Sen came out, he remembered Bao Yi.
When Yang Jinhua came of age, the two sat at the same table. Zhan Zhao also introduced them to each other, and they were just acquaintances.
Seeing that there were two people left, Lu Sen took a quick look and discovered that in addition to Bao Yi, the other person was Di Yong.
He walked to the fence, clasped his fists and said, "Long time no see, Bao Dalang."
Then he smiled at Di Yong and said, "This is the first time we meet officially. Di Dalang, please come in."
As he said this, he granted the two of them temporary access.
After entering the yard, the two men experienced the same shock as the other visitors. After chatting for a while, they went back dazed, carrying the basket of fruit.
Di Yong returned home and went to find his father with a fruit basket.
At this time, Di Qing was celebrating with his subordinates because the emperor really gave him the position of "Privy Councilor".
"Dad, I brought back some fruits from my friend." Di Yong put the fruit basket on the table: "They are very fresh, try them."
At this time, Di Qing was already a little drunk, and he said casually: "Put it aside for now."
Di Yong put down the fruit basket, bowed to the uncles and aunts around him, and then left. He decided to wait until his father sobered up tomorrow before talking about the matter of Aishan Lu Xiaolang.
Di Qing and his generals partied until midnight, then he divided the fruit among them. After the generals had left, he picked up a peach and chewed it in a few bites, then went to bed with the help of his old wife.
Unaware that the tattoo on his face was disappearing quickly.
In Yang's house, the three best friends sat together again.
Yang Jinhua sat with her legs spread out, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, her smile sweet and a little proud.
Zhao Bilian looked at her with great resentment.
Pang Meir, who was standing next to her, seemed absent-minded.
The three of them had different attitudes. After a long silence, Zhao Bilian slowly said, "Have you thought it through, Jinhua?"
"What are you considering?" Yang Jinhua looked at Zhao Bilian with a smile.
"You clearly know what I mean, yet you still ask despite knowing the answer." Zhao Bilian said angrily.
"Wait." Pang Mei'er slammed the table beside her and said angrily, "Stop talking, both of you. Two women serving one man, isn't that shameful? There are some things I don't understand about that Lu Xiaolang."
Among the three best friends, Pang Meir has always had the strongest aura, which has a lot to do with the fact that she is indeed the most talented.
At the same time, she is the oldest of the three, born half a year earlier than Yang Jinhua.
Yang Jinhua and Zhao Bilian sat down and listened carefully.
"As far as I know, Zhe Laoqi proposed marriage for him, and then you agreed." Pang Meier propped up her chin with her right hand and said, "Don't you think it's strange? Why didn't he choose Zhao Bilian, who has a higher status and more money, but chose you? According to Bilian, the Prince of Runan also wanted to marry his daughter to him, and even hinted at him, but he rejected the Prince of Runan and immediately sent someone to the Yang family to propose marriage. Don't you think it's strange?"
Zhao Bilian was misled and said with a look of sudden realization, "That's right."
Yang Jinhua blushed and whispered, "Lu Xiaolang is a cultivator from the outer world, he doesn't covet money."
"If he is really a cultivator, he would not even be greedy for beauty." Pang Mei'er snorted and sneered, "There must be a reason for this. Think about it, Jinhua. Although the Yang family is still a big family, in the eyes of outsiders, it can't be compared with the Ru'nan County Prince's Mansion. And the Ru'nan County Prince also said that if he marries Bilian , he will give him Fanlou. Do you know how much Fanlou is worth? It's a real cash cow, the kind that can feed more than ten generations."
"I've already said that Lu Lang is not greedy... "
Pang Mei'er immediately reached out to stop her: "Listen to me. In terms of appearance and charm, the three of us are about the same. It doesn't make sense for that Lu Xiaolang to leave Bilian, who is both beautiful and rich, and come to you. This is not in line with common sense and may be unusual. You have to be careful. He has bad intentions."
Yang Jinhua looked a little unhappy at this time: "Pang Meier, what's wrong with you? I treated you as a good friend, but you came to slander my future husband?"
Pang Meir said slowly: "I just want to know the reason! He didn't marry Bilian, who is better off, so there must be a reason. If I don't figure out the secret, I'll be worried. What if he is some evil sorcerer who needs women as medicine to practice evil magic? What will you do!"
"That's enough!" Yang Jinhua slammed the chair, stood up and said angrily: "Pang Meier, if you say anything bad about my future husband again, I'll slap you in the face!"
Pang Meir opened her eyes wide, the three of them had been best friends for almost ten years, how could she not know that the word "old lady" would only come out when Yang Jinhua was really angry.
At this time, Zhao Bilian also said: "Pang Meier, you may be mistaken about this. My family is indeed rich, and my appearance is no worse than Jinhua. But I have no status, which is my biggest disadvantage. No amount of money can make up for it. Lu Xiaolang is really not a person who is greedy for money and beauty."
Just now, Zhao Bizhi was led by Pang Meir, but she quickly realized that Pang Meir was saying bad things about her lover. How could she tolerate it?
He immediately became unhappy and started to refute.
Pang Meier looked at her two best friends with angry faces and suddenly felt very wronged, tears welled up in her eyes: "You... I'm just worried about you, you are so heartless."
But at this time Yang Jinhua was even more unhappy: "Pang Meier, if you are really my best friend, you should congratulate me and Lu Lang on our happy life in the future instead of slandering him here."
"I am just questioning..."
"I've said enough!" Yang Jinhua slammed the table.
With a bang, the tabletop was cracked with several lines due to her slap.
The atmosphere in the field suddenly became dull.
After a while, Pang Meir slowly stood up, covered her mouth and walked away quickly.
Neither of the two people in the room chased after him.
After a while, Yang Jinhua said, "Regarding your wish to be a dowry maid, can you give me a few more days to think about it? Now it's just a proposal, and it will take a long time to wait for the wedding."
"Yeah." Zhao Bilian nodded and left the room.
Yang Jinhua looked at the cracks on the table and sighed inaudibly. She didn't understand why Pang Meir suddenly opposed her marriage and wanted to slander Lu Sen.
She has been watching Lu Sen for more than a year. Doesn't she know what kind of person he is?
It was Pang Meir who brought up irrelevant things and slandered Lu Sen. She was never like this before. What happened today?
It is said that Pang Meir went home crying and riding in a sedan chair.
Amid the surprised gazes of his relatives and servants, he closed the door and sulked, not letting anyone in.
After waiting for a while, a gentle old man's voice came from outside her door: "My little Mei'er, what injustice have you suffered? Tell grandpa, and I will catch the person who made you angry and put him in jail."
"don't want!"
"You had a quarrel with your two best friends."
Pang Meier wiped the tears from her eyes and asked, "How did Grandpa know?"
"You have a strong nature. Apart from two close friends you really value, who else could make you cry like this? I am very smart, old man."
"I was just thinking about her and helping her figure out the whole story and why that man wanted to marry her. Why didn't she understand and still wanted to protect that man?"
The elderly man outside the window was silent for a while before saying, "Do you really think you are worried about her? The old man thinks that you just don't want her to get married so quickly, otherwise you will feel very lonely. Because it seems that they are your only friends."
When Pang Meir heard this, she was stunned for a moment.
She sat like this for a long time before finally falling asleep on the bed.
The next day, at three o'clock in the fifth watch, about four in the morning, roosters crowed outside, waking Di Qing up.
He stood up, changed into court clothes, washed his face casually, and then hurried to the Daqing Hall.
He was a military man and walked fast, so he was not late. However, when he entered the hall, he suddenly found that all the civil and military officials were looking at him.
Even those who are not looking at him will be pulled to look at him by others.
This made Di Qing feel quite puzzled.
After he entered the hall, he stood in the front row, alongside the Eighth Wise Kings, Grand Tutor Pang and others.
This time, even Grand Tutor Pang and the Eighth Wise King, two experienced and steady men, looked at him with strange expressions.
Di Qing was just about to ask what was going on, but at this time Zhao Zhen, wearing a yellow robe, with a fat belly, yawned, came out from behind and sat on the dragon throne.
The court officials bowed slightly.
"My dear ministers, thank you for coming here so early this morning. When I was reviewing government affairs last night..." Zhao Zhen was suddenly stunned when he was halfway through his words. He rubbed his eyes, which were a little shortsighted, and then leaned forward slightly to look at Di Qing: "My dear minister Di, why is the tattoo on your face gone?"
Di Qing: Hmm?
