three hours ago.
"As soon as you comb through your hair, you don't have to worry about wealth."
"Two combs to the head, no disease and no worries."
"Three combs to the end, more children and more longevity."
"Comb and comb to the end, and the case is sorted again..."
"Enough." Wei Yingluo interrupted, "Aunt Ajin, do you look at me now, as if I can raise a case with others and raise my eyebrows?"
There was a gilt bronze flower mirror on the table, and the bright mirror reflected the two people in the room.
Wei Yingluo was dressed in a bright red wedding dress, the snow was light powder and the wind was blowing, the rosy rouge made the sun even, especially a little vermilion on her lips, which was very bright and beautiful. Anyone who got such a bride would be very happy. mad.
But, who's bride would be like her, with three layers inside and three layers outside, tied with a circle of hemp rope
Rather than marrying a person, it is more like sinking her into a pond and offering her to the Dragon King in the water, in exchange for a peaceful harvest for one family and one village.
"Aunt Ajin." Wei Yingluo said lightly, "Tell me more about the palace."
"It's all this time, why are you still asking these questions?" The middle-aged woman standing behind her sighed, brushing her hair while persuading her, "Isn't it bad to marry An Xin? I asked for you. Although the groom's family background is average, he is a sincere person. If I had a choice back then, I would rather marry such a person. It is better than after entering the palace as a palace maid, wasting time, old appearance, and only seeing the emperor until I left the palace. one side."
Wei Yingluo was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "What kind of person is the emperor?"
"I don't know." Ah Jin smiled helplessly, "I was kneeling from beginning to end, I only saw the emperor's dragon boots, and didn't dare to look up at his dragon face."
"I haven't seen it with my eyes, but my ears have always heard it?" Wei Yingluo said, "Aunt Ajin, how did the people in the palace describe him? Do you remember?"
Ajin thought for a while, then smiled: "People who can't keep their mouths shut, don't even have a chance to see the emperor's dragon boots, okay, don't frown, be careful of wrinkles, I'll tell you something about me See it with your own eyes."
"Speak." Wei Yingluo immediately listened, "I'm listening."
"About four years ago, a noble person died." Ah Jin said slowly, "because of a skirt..."
Following her words, the red tiles and blue bricks of the Forbidden City gradually appeared in front of Wei Yingluo, with three layers inside and three layers outside, like the rope on her body, which firmly fixed her in a cage called the harem.
The women who come and go, either sinking fish and falling geese, or closing the moon and embarrassing flowers, each has its own characteristics, each has its own beauty, and it is a famous flower wherever it is placed. It is called spring in the garden, but there is only one flower-viewer - today's sage.
However, when flowers bloom, there are times when they fail.
"what!!"
The screams attracted a group of onlookers, including Ah Jin.
Squeezing into the crowd, Ah Jin couldn't help covering his mouth with his hands and let out a small exclamation.
In front of it is a well, where the maids often come to fetch water and wash their faces for their masters.
Now, when he looks into the well, what he sees is the floating corpse of a woman.
"...Her face was swollen and white from the well water, and she couldn't recognize her original appearance." Ah Jin said solemnly, "But I do recognize the clothes on her body. It is the noble Yun of the Orchid Garden."
It was obviously a festive day, and the sound of firecrackers and congratulations could be heard from outside the door from time to time, but Wei Yingluo felt a little cold.
A chill dragged Ajin's voice through the woman in the well water and penetrated into the bones of her limbs.
Wei Yingluo swallowed, "Why did she throw herself into the well?"
"It's because of the skirt on her body." Ah Jin murmured, "That skirt is so beautiful, I still remember the way she walked in the imperial garden wearing a skirt, she was so radiant, I couldn't tell if the sun was gathering. She is still the light scattered from her..."
After a pause, Ajin laughed: "But when the emperor saw it, he was furious, and in front of everyone, he scolded her so much that she couldn't lift her head up."
This answer was somewhat unexpected to Wei Yingluo, she was stunned and asked, "The emperor doesn't like beautiful women?"
"There is no man in the world who doesn't like beautiful women." Ajin shook his head, "The emperor likes her, otherwise he wouldn't be lucky twice, and he would have promoted this commoner-born Han woman into a nobleman. It's just that she is too greedy, wants too much, and does too much."
"But that's just a skirt..." Wei Yingluo didn't quite understand.
"It's this skirt that the emperor doesn't like." Ajin said solemnly, "It's a hundred birds and phoenix skirts that imitated Princess Anle of the Tang Dynasty. It's expensive, and it took a long time to make. No one would be allowed to wear such clothes, so the emperor scolded her for dressing her up in fancy dress and acting as a coquettish act, cut her position on the spot and demoted her to a palace maid."
"So it is..." Wei Yingluo murmured, gaining an initial understanding of the unmasked, aloof sage.
The supreme emperor likes beautiful women and is wary of beautiful women.
He doesn't seem to care about a woman's family background, so the commoner palace maids born in the Han family can also be promoted to nobles by him, or he actually prefers this kind of woman who has no background, is clean, and only has him in his heart, not the family interests behind it.
He didn't hate the phoenix dress, but the things hidden behind it, such as... ambition.
"One short step in the palace will never end. To this day, I still don't know if Yun Guiren was reprimanded by the emperor, so he threw himself into the well because he couldn't think of it, or if someone used this as an excuse to send her a ride." Ah Jin persuaded again, " So, Yingluo, get married and stop thinking about the palace and your sister..."
"Aunt Ajin." Wei Yingluo suddenly interrupted her, then turned back slowly, her eyes were faint, like two deep wells, just looking at it, she made Ajin shudder, and in a trance, she seemed to be back again Six years ago, she stood beside the well, and the cold air and corpse air wafted out from the well, and it was as white as snow.
Wei Yingluo's eyes at this moment are really like that well.
"Have you done the thing I asked you to do before?" Wei Yingluo asked, staring at her.
Deterred by her gaze, Ah Jin couldn't help nodding his head.
"That's good." Wei Yingluo smiled slightly, restraining the terrifying aura on her body, and in a blink of an eye she turned back into a delicate bride.
There was sweat behind Ah Jin, and she seemed to understand why the Wei family was so opposed to Wei Yingluo entering the palace, so much that she regretted doing that for Wei Yingluo. If such a woman were to enter the palace...
"Aunt Ajin." Wei Yingluo suddenly said, "You don't regret doing that for me, do you?"
"No, no." Ah Jin hurriedly denied it, hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but persuade at last, "But if you did this, I'm afraid you won't be able to go home from now on..."
Before she could finish speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open with a creak, and Wei Qingtai pushed the door: "The auspicious time is coming, are you all ready?"
"Master." Ah Jin looked back at him, but he hesitated.
"Ready." Wei Yingluo said suddenly, cutting off what she wanted to say next.
Inside the bronze mirror, the bride who was tied up with five flowers stood up with difficulty. When she turned around, her lips were close to Ah Jin's ear, and she whispered softly, "I have put all the things my mother left for me and my sister in the wedding cake box. Sister take it home to eat."
Sister Qiao is Ah Jin's goddaughter and her lifeblood.
"Miss..." Ah Jin was taken aback when he heard the words.
"It's a pity that I don't know when I'll be able to return. I'm afraid I won't see the day of Sister Qiao's wedding." Wei Yingluo chuckled, "I'll be here ahead of time, wishing her to marry a good family, free from illness and disease. Worry, more sons and more longevity."
What the deceased mother left to the Wei Yingluo sisters, in addition to the ones that were taken away, were a pair of jasper bracelets, a unicorn collar, a pair of agate and peony earrings, and two hairpins made of pure gold.
"Miss..." Ah Jin was moved.
She is not greedy for wealth, she is just worried about the future of her daughter.
The years in the palace have wasted Ah Jin's years, and the master he once followed was an unloved one, unable to reward his subordinates, so Ah Jin failed to save much money in the palace. When she left the palace and returned to her parents' home, she found that the marriage she had made when she was a child had been abandoned. The man could not wait for her to leave the palace, and he had already married someone else. Now the child is as high as her knees...
Rather than marrying and being a child, it is better to be alone and clean. A few years later, I met an orphan Cheng Huan, and all my efforts were devoted to this daughter, wanting her to eat well, to dress her well, to want her It takes money to marry well...
"To be honest, I am very envious of Sister Qiao." Wei Yingluo lowered her head, her voice getting softer and softer, "If my mother is still here, if my sister is still here, she will protect me like you protect Sister Qiao. Won't tie me up, let me cry on the sedan chair..."
As soon as the voice fell, a bunch of tears fell down and shattered to the ground with a tick.
Ah Jin sighed deeply. She knew that she was moved, but she didn't know whether it was that tear or Wei Yingluo's words that moved her.
So, I don't regret doing that for Wei Yingluo.
"Miss." The maid came over with a wooden tray, and Ah Jin picked up the red hijab on the wooden tray and gently placed it on Wei Yingluo's phoenix crown, and said meaningfully, "Don't cry, you... will get what you want.”
With her words, under the red hijab, Zhu Danse's lips were raised upwards, as if winning.
"The auspicious time has come, get up!"
An hour later, the wedding party passed by Changping Street. There were many teahouses all around. The people in the teahouse threw down the melon seeds and tea, and all leaned on the railings and looked down. Slowly moving forward with a crackling sound.
thump.
thump.
thump.
Pedestrians who were close to the sedan chair couldn't help but wonder: "What sound? Dong Dong Dong..."
This was not his delusion, because the person beside him reminded him and said, "Why, did you hear it too? I heard it too, the strange sound of dong dong dong seems to come from the sedan chair. ?"
It seems that the more bizarre things are, the more attracting people's attention, so more and more pedestrians crowded over, and a few daring gangsters actually crossed the crowd and reached out to open the sedan door.
"What are you doing?" Wei Qingtai turned blue with anger, and brought his servants over to drive him away, "Go, go, where is the second-rate child, even the bride's sedan chair dares to run around, believe it or not, I'll take you to see the official ?"
thump.
thump.
thump.
Strange noises kept ringing behind him, Wei Qingtai couldn't help but turn his head, lowered his voice and said to the people in the sedan chair, "What the hell are you doing?"
The strange sound of dong dong paused for a moment, followed by a loud sound far exceeding the previous one - dong!
The sedan door was suddenly knocked open from the inside, and a bride tied up in five flowers fell out from the inside.
"what!"
"Blood, a lot of blood!"
"Mom, there's a lot of blood on her head."
Blood, of course.
Wei Yingluo slowly raised her head, blood was running down her forehead continuously, smearing the pink-faced face. His body was tied up with five flowers, and his hands were cut behind his back, so naturally he could only hit his forehead.
Even if the head is broken and blood is broken, no one is not a ghost, and there is no regret.
The time is almost up.
Wei Yingluo started to count the time silently since she got into the sedan chair. The sedan chair walked for half an hour, and outside was Hongyan Street, and the sedan chair walked for an hour, and outside was Changping Street...
At this hour, in this place, Ah Jin should have brought people to him.
His eyes wandered through the crowd, and finally settled in one direction.
And just as her eyes were wandering around, the other people's comments about her never stopped.
"Oh, look, why is she still tied with a rope?"
"What a sin, how can you treat a girl like this?"
"This is not marrying a daughter, shouldn't it be selling a daughter?"
"Why are you selling your daughter, stop talking nonsense there, it's just that the sedan chair is too upside down and knocked on the bride's head." Wei Qingtai's face was ashen, as he tried his best to calm the situation, he waved to the groom, "What are you still looking at there? Why don't you help people up quickly?"
The groom with a red hydrangea hanging on his chest hurriedly turned over and dismounted, and was about to pull Wei Yingluo up when he saw her turn around and shouted at him: "Do you know that my Wei family is covered by the House of Internal Affairs? I'm on the roster of palace maids! If you forcibly marry the maid to be elected, not only will you be beheaded, but the whole family will also lose their heads!"
The groom was frightened and let go of his hand almost immediately, causing Wei Yingluo to fall back to the ground again. He did not help her, but took two steps back like a snake and looked at Wei Qingtai in a panic. : "What's going on, didn't you say she was removed from her name?"
Wei Qingtai glared at Wei Yingluo, and then racked her brains to explain: "Look at her crazy appearance, of course she was removed from the list..."
A chuckle came from behind, followed by Wei Yingluo's soft voice: "Lord Zuo Ling, do you think I look like a lunatic?"
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Wei Qingtai was taken aback, only to see the crowd in front of them separated to both sides, and Zheng Huangqi, who was in charge of the draft of the palace maid, led the way.
"Wei Qingtai!" With a frosty face, he pointed at Wei Yingluo and said, "What's the matter?"