"Small sedan?"
When Zhennan Wang's words reached Bixiaotang, Nangong Yue who was in the Dongci room was also a little dumbfounded, and she almost lost her embroidery work.
Father Wang really figured it out!
Marrying a wife has the rules of marrying a wife, neither for joy nor for taking concubines. If a small sedan chair is carried in the door, it means that a wife is not a wife, and a concubine is not a concubine. Even Miss An San is married into the palace. In the future, I am afraid that I will be criticized and despised by others.
The An family tried their best to give themselves a bad impression before An Zhihua passed through the door, but in the end they ended up in such a situation of "stealing chickens and losing money". It's their own fault, no wonder others.
"Yes, Shizi Concubine." Que'er said with a smile, "My lord called side concubine Wei just now, and asked her to go to Anfu to hire her tomorrow." Que'er smiled even more happily, thinking that the lord is really rare and reliable Once, it was a joy to do this.
Nangong Yue responded, and put the matter of An Zhihua behind her, not wanting to bother with these irrelevant people. For her, the most important thing now is the child...
Thinking about it, the corners of Nangong Yue's mouth could not help but curl up, and she bowed her head to look at the half-embroidered work in her hands.
This is a small indigo blue bellyband, with a fat white male doll embroidered on it, holding a big carp in his hand. The doll's round face and lotus-root-like arms have already been embroidered, and it looks cute.
Que'er came over and praised: "Concubine Shizi, your 'Niannianyu' is really well embroidered." The doll holding a carp indicates that there is more than every year, and it looks auspicious and festive.
I'm ashamed to say that none of the maids in this room can compare to Shizi Concubine in embroidery work... However, everyone has their own strengths, right? Magpie comforted herself in her heart.
"Concubine Shizi," Baihui reminded in an unpleasant way, "it's been half an hour."
Nangong Yue is pregnant, so she shouldn't work too hard, so Xiao Yi said that Nangong Yue is only allowed to do embroidery work for one hour a day, and every half hour she has to rest for a stick of incense.
In fact, according to Xiao Yi's meaning, Nangong Yue needs to do such small things as embroidering baby bellybands, and let the maids do it, but Nangong Yue insists on doing it herself because of the child in her belly, so she has to rush to time every day like now Embroider a little, sew a little...
Even so, after more than ten days passed and the accumulated water became a river, she still made some achievements. A set of small bellybands and small clothes suitable for boys were almost completed.
"After finishing this set, I'll make another purple set. What pattern do you think is good for embroidery?" Nangong Yue stroked the indigo blue bellyband with satisfaction, and then put it in the embroidery basket on the side.
Huamei thought for a while and said: "Concubine Shizi, how about embroidering a golden lock? The meaning is good, and you can live a long life." Moreover, the golden lock is easy to embroider, so Concubine Shizi doesn't need to bother too much.
Nangong Yue's eyes lit up when she heard the words, she smiled and stroked her palms and said, "Gold lock is good, and it is suitable for both boys and girls." As she said, she was thinking: one set of indigo blue, another set of purple, plus Xiao Faey was currently making a set of blue clothes, and with these three sets, if the baby in her belly was really a boy, at least there would be clothes to wear.
Nangong Yue was immersed in her own thoughts, but she didn't notice that Thrush's face froze for a moment. She exchanged a silent look with Que'er beside her, thinking that a camphor wood box in the inner room contained half a box of pink and tender The little clothes, and the poor little grandson has not yet had a complete set of clothes...
The two servant girls felt sympathetic to the future grandson, and the concubine Shi Zi had the nerve to say that the concubine only thought about his daughter, but in fact the concubine Shi Zi was also quite different, right
With a father who is so careless and only wants a daughter, the little grandson will probably suffer a lot in the future...
Why-
The two maids sighed from the bottom of their hearts, and then helped Nangong Yue out for a walk in the small garden...
Time passed in the blink of an eye in this peaceful and leisurely atmosphere, and the next day was the day when Zhennan Wangfu hired An's family.
Since the King of Zhennan wanted to keep things simple, the Wei family would not go against his will, and sent the thirty-six dowry gifts to An's family in a low-key way. The guard of honor in the palace had no gongs, drums, or firecrackers. It is worse than that small family marrying a wife.
All the prefectures in Luoyue City are naturally observing the progress of this marriage in secret. Those shrewd wives have long guessed that the new wife of King Zhennan is playing so many tricks just to give the crown prince a blow. He failed to get off the horse, but he fell into a big somersault, and lost all his face and airs before entering the door. However, this is the marriage of King Zhennan, and the others are at most just discussing and ridiculing in private.
As the wedding day is approaching, this marriage is only waiting for the last ceremonies of sending the dowry and welcoming the relatives. At the same time, those clansmen, relatives, friends, and relatives and friends who made their homes in Xing'an City all came to Luoyue City , including Mrs. An, An Pinling and his wife.
All of a sudden, there was an endless stream of visitors from the Anfu in Luoyue City, and the congratulatory gifts were sent into the Anfu like flowing water. They came to curry favor, to congratulate, to cling to, to make friends... The bustling atmosphere of the bustling city finally made An Ziang and his wife feel depressed. Toned down a bit...
On the day before the wedding, that is, on the tenth day of September, the dowry from Anfu was sent to the Wangfu in a mighty way.
However, the eldest concubine Nan Gongyue still did not show up, and neither did Xiao Fei who was in her filial piety period. Only Zhou Roujia took Xiao Rongxuan and the others to welcome the dowry. It was Zhennan Prince's Mansion, so naturally he didn't dare to make a sound.
According to the rules, the bride's dowry should be placed in the yard in front of the new house for people to watch. The more people watching, the more lively the bride's face will be. The An family deserves to be one of the four major families in southern Xinjiang. An Zhihua's dowry is very generous, a total of 124 loads, spread out in the yard, and each load is heavy. After opening the cage, The gold, silver and jade wares, clothes and jewelry, etc. are all gorgeous and exquisite, and seem to be of great value.
All the people in the Anfu raised their heads high and held their chests high, waiting for the amazed gazes of others. Who knew that Nanny Luo, who came to receive the dowry list, was not surprised by honor or disgrace, and even the maids and women behind her couldn't see Squinting, it seems commonplace.
The Quanfu people endured and endured, and finally, while making the bed for the new couple, they pretended to casually ask a little maid of the palace for a few words, only then did they learn that the dowry of the An family was far worse than that of the concubine.
I heard that there are two sets of dowry for the crown prince, one is bought by the Nangong family, and the other is bought by the Ministry of Internal Affairs according to the rules of the first princess. The princess’s dowry is naturally first-class, and many rare things are all It's a tribute, people outside the royal family can't buy it even if they have money...
Although the little maid had never seen it with her own eyes, she looked very honored. Quanfu made a few low-key responses, made the bed symbolically, and after saying a few auspicious words, hurried back to An Mansion and put The matter was reported to several masters one by one.
An Zhihua's complexion became uglier the more she heard it, her big black eyes were flushed with anger, and she twisted her handkerchief and complained: "It's too deceiving... I'm obviously married by a matchmaker, and I'm not a concubine!" Thirty-six lifts, and her dowry was so neglected, An Zhihua was furious, Zhennan Palace is really deceiving people too much!
"Snapped-"
The next moment, a white teacup was thrown towards her, right on the edge of her skirt, the tea and broken porcelain in the cup splashed, staining Anzhi's pink skirt.
"Nonsense!" Sitting at the top, An Pinling angrily yelled at An Zhihua. If An Zhihua wasn't about to get married soon, he would have thrown the teacup in her face long ago.
An Pinling didn't say much to An Zhihua, but looked at An Ziang displeasedly, and reprimanded: "If you didn't discuss things with me, how could the An family be so shameless!"
An Ziang put on a shy face and apologized with a smile: "Father, no matter how indifferent the palace is, after tomorrow's worship, sister Hua will be the official wife of King Zhennan. Afterwards, when the imperial order is granted and a son is born, she will naturally stand on her feet." Steady your feet..."
Mrs. An also echoed.
Things have priorities. For the An family, as long as the marriage can be accomplished, there will be a way out, and everything else can be planned slowly...
Finally, An Pinling's face softened a little, he pondered for a moment, and then said to An Zhihua: "Sister Hua, there is a saying, 'Old husbands love young wives', since you are married to the prince, you must try your best to please him, Act like a baby to the lord more, the most important thing is to get the lord's favor, and you must not be self-willed." He paused, and said meaningfully, "The people and things you want are all prepared for you. How to do it, you can save yourself?"
An Zhihua bit her lower lip, and responded obediently. Now that things have happened, she has no other choice but to move forward...
It's been a long night for An Jia.
Finally, on September 11th, the day of the wedding finally came in the eyes of everyone.
On this day, Nangong Yue got up early in the morning, and under the service of the maid, she wore a pink butterfly dress with flower makeup. She has become more and more lethargic recently, and while she was sitting in front of the dressing table, the thrush helped her Brushing her hair, she yawned lazily.
"Ah Yue," Xiao Yi walked beside her distressedly, and waved his hands to signal Thrush to retreat, "You'd better rest in the Bixiao Hall and don't go." It's just the father's continuation, what's the big deal!
Huamei took two steps back, lowering her eyebrows to avoid her gaze.
Nangong Yue winked at Huamei quickly, and then said to Xiao Yi: "However, today is also a day of great joy for my father, if I don't go, won't people think that I am 'avoiding' her?"
Xiao Yi rubbed his chin, cast a wink at Nangong Yue, and said seriously: "That's right, you can't suffer from anything you eat. If this is the case, don't worry, Ah Yue, go back to sleep and sleep. When the auspicious time comes, just go out and show your face."
Hearing this, Huamei simply withdrew from the inner room. Seeing the appearance of Shi Ziye, it might not be so easy for Shi Zifei to pass the test if she doesn't coax her well...
Sure enough, it wasn't until half an hour later that Nangong Yue called the thrush back into the inner room. The rosy glow on her cheeks was even more ruddy than rouge, and her pair of bright almond eyes shone with water. Xiao Yi sat lazily by the window with a contented expression.
After all, Nangong Yue persuaded Xiao Yi to entertain the female guests who came to congratulate today in the main hall of the palace from the morning. She didn't dare to bother, she didn't care about the trivial matters of the wedding, and left them all to Wei and Zhou Roujia.
As Xiao Yi gained a lot of prestige in southern Xinjiang, the guests from various prefectures showed more respect towards Nangong Yue.
They all know that Nangong Yue is pregnant now, and they all said a lot of auspicious words, and they are very caring...
"How's the imperial concubine's appetite recently? I think back when I was pregnant with my brother Hang, I vomited to death..." Mrs. Yao looked at Nangong Yue's pregnant belly, and looked overjoyed, as if her daughter-in-law had As if he was stretched, he thought to himself: heirs are the most important thing, as long as the son has an offspring, his position in southern Xinjiang will be unbreakable.
Nangong Yue smiled, showing tenderness in her brows and eyes: "This child is obedient."
Mrs. Tian gave Mrs. Yao a sideways look on purpose, and said jokingly: "The little grandson is naturally unusual... It's not like your family Hanger's skin was like a monkey when he was a child."
One sentence made Nangong Yue and the ladies in the hall laugh, and the hall was harmonious and harmonious until a middle-aged woman with a graceful, luxurious and haughty appearance appeared.
Mrs. Tian and Mrs. Yao all knew the mother and daughter, and for a moment, the hall was silent.
Mrs. Yao bowed to the other party as if nothing had happened: "Mrs. Qiao." Others also bowed to Mrs. Qiao one after another.
It was Mrs. Qiao and Qiao Ruolan who came.
Nangong Yue's gaze stayed behind Qiao Ruolan for a moment. At first glance, Qiao Ruolan looked the same as before, but if you looked closely, you would find that her eyes were dull now, without the agility and spirit of the past. Those wives bowed to Mrs. Qiao, logically, as a junior, Qiao Ruolan should also bow to these wives, but she didn't respond at all, and she didn't know where she went.
Nangong Yue couldn't help but recall that when she just returned to Bixiaotang last month, Thrush once told her that because Qiao Ruolan was so crazy, the Qiao family specially invited a famous doctor to treat her. A "great" method.
People have stayed like this, of course they are not crazy.
While thinking, Mrs. Qiao had already come forward. After greeting each other, Mrs. Qiao stepped aside and sat beside a young lady in a pomegranate-colored gown, and greeted each other with a smile: "Mrs. Rong, How have you been?"
That Mrs. Rong didn't expect that Mrs. Qiao would greet her, she was a little flattered, and hurriedly said: "Very good..."
Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Qiao said again: "Madam Rong, I heard that your family Ah Yu married a wife not long ago, and the new wife is a filial one?"
Mrs. Rong's heart skipped a beat, she knew what was going on.
She is the continuation of Master Rong. The eldest son, Rong Dayu, is not his own biological son, but the eldest son of his original spouse. She had also heard about what happened in An's family a few days ago. Obviously, Mrs. Qiao wanted to use her family to criticize Sang Huai.
Madam Rong suddenly showed embarrassment, neither Shi Zifei nor Mrs. Qiao could be offended by her, so she could only respond vaguely.
For Mrs. Qiao, this one sound was enough, she curled her mouth, showing a look of pride, and raised her voice: "Ah Yu and Ah Yu's wife are filial, as children should be like this!"
Mrs. Qiao's temperament is well known in the Southern Xinjiang prefectures. One can see from the expression in her eyes at the moment that she is not a good visitor. The female guests in the hall can only secretly say that it is unlucky.
really-
In the next moment, Mrs. Qiao looked at Nangong Yue, and said eccentrically, "Concubine An, although An's age is similar to yours, she will be your mother-in-law from tomorrow on. You can't ignore human relations. She didn't blame you for this incident, and you can't pretend that nothing happened. When you serve tea to your mother-in-law tomorrow, you have to make amends with her."
What Mrs. Qiao said was just the same old clichés. She suppressed people by her seniority, and she couldn't play any new tricks. I'm too lazy to move, let alone Nangong Yue.
Nangong Yue looked at Mrs. Qiao with a smile, and reminded implicitly: "Auntie, you seem to have forgotten that this concubine is Princess Yaoguang appointed by the imperial court."
Nangong Yue was conferred by the emperor as the first-rank Yaoguang Princess, and although An Zhihua was the unmarried wife of the King of Zhennan, she had not yet been appointed, so her status was naturally lower than Nangong Yue's.
Mrs. Yao raised her eyebrows, and said with a smile: "According to Dayu's rules, when princesses and princesses get married, the husband's family must perform the rituals of the monarch and ministers first, and then the husband and wife. Family etiquette."
In other words, even if An Zhihua married into the palace, he would have to bow his knees to the Princess Nangongyue first in the morning tomorrow.
Mrs. Tian immediately understood, and said to Mrs. Tian in harmony: "Mother, this prince's stepmother should only be from the first rank?"
Princess Zhennan was originally a first-rank concubine, but the rank of her stepmother could not be higher than that of her original wife, so even if An's imperial order was granted in the future, it would only be from the first rank, let alone she had no imperial order.
Mrs. Tian smiled slightly, nodded her head and said: "That's right. Even if An's and Shizi Concubine are both from the first rank, Shizi Concubine is a princess with a gold seal and a fief, and her status should be more respectable. Furthermore, An's respect for the Shizi is not the same. Without the kindness of bringing up, you still want to entrust the eldest son and concubine to be filial?"
Mrs. Tian has a high seniority among the female relatives in Southern Xinjiang and is quite prestigious. Others can't say what she said, but she can say it.
Mrs. Qiao's forehead was throbbing with blue veins, but she was speechless.
Mrs. Yao twitched the corners of her lips mockingly, ignored Mrs. Qiao, and said again: "Concubine Shizi, counting the months, the little grandson is about to move in this period of time, right?"
As soon as the child was mentioned, Nangong Yue's eyes lit up again, flashing the light of expectation, and said: "It should be soon..." According to the medical book, there will be obvious fetal movement in April or May, and now the child is four years old. It's been a month and a half.
The wives continued to talk around Nangong Yue and Xiao Shisun, as if Mrs. Qiao and her daughter did not exist at all...
While they were talking, the female guests were still arriving one after another. Seeing that the time was about the same, Nangong Yue took them to the flower hall to listen to a play and drink tea... When the auspicious time in the afternoon came, Shen Zheng, King Zhennan rode a tall horse Take the sedan chair to Anfu to greet the relatives.
According to the custom, the groom will usually be accompanied by his brothers and friends when welcoming the bride. On the one hand, it is lively, and on the other hand, it is also a face for the woman.
However, since the King of Zhennan kept his words simple, he only brought the sedan chair and the ceremonial guard of playing gongs and drums. When he arrived in Anfu, all the procedures of blocking the door and making things difficult for the groom officials were completely omitted. leave.
A lot of onlookers gathered at the gate of the An Mansion. They thought it would be fun to welcome the Prince of Zhennan, but they didn't expect the process to be so deserted. They carried the bride away without a cup of tea. I thought this was not a marriage, but a celebration!
The people in Anfu were so ashamed that they were about to dig a hole in the ground and go down, but they could only bite the bullet and finish the ceremony of marrying the daughter. On the one hand, they asked the servants to set off firecrackers, and on the other hand, they invited the guests to sit in and have a wedding wine.
The atmosphere at the table was inevitably a little weird, the guests were all whispering behind the host's back.
In this weird atmosphere, I saw a young servant running over in a panic, shouting as he ran: "Old Master, Grand Master, it's not good, officers and soldiers are coming..."
An Pinling frowned, and was about to reprimand, but saw a group of soldiers of the Southern Border Army in black armor rushing in aggressively, all of them had cold faces, releasing a chilling murderous aura all over their bodies.
"This official..."
An Ziang who was beside An Pinling stood up, thinking that there was some misunderstanding, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by a young soldier at the head:
"The eldest son has an order to seal the mansion for search, and no one is allowed to leave the mansion! Anyone who violates the order will be killed without mercy!"
The words are sonorous and powerful, full of murderous aura, which makes people dare not neglect!
All the guests at the table turned pale with shock, they looked at each other and started commotion...
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