Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Getting married is an extremely troublesome thing, especially for people who have reached Yang Ming's status. There are a huge number of guests to welcome and send off.

Registering the gifts brought by these guests, arranging their entourage, carriages and horses, and arranging the guests properly are all kinds of complicated things. There are only all kinds of unexpected things that people can't think of. No one can be foolproof. It requires good adaptability.

How to find a person who is responsible for all the chores at the wedding is an extremely troublesome thing for people who are getting married but there is no room for mistakes. The same is true for Yang Ming.

Fortunately, although Yang Ming's connections in Xianyang City are not many, they are definitely enough. At this time, he can naturally find suitable candidates, such as Meng Yi, the youngest son of Meng Wu, the head of the Meng family. This is a person who has not inherited the Meng family. Although Meng Wu and Meng Tian were not in Xianyang, he was able to handle the Meng family's housework in an orderly manner. Although he was young, he had already shown that he was not The secular ability to govern affairs.

In particular, the Meng family has been a prominent family in the Qin State for decades. The connections they have accumulated over the past few decades are unimaginable to ordinary people. They have contacts with various dignitaries in Xianyang City, and they are welcome to send things. For Meng Yi, it was even easier.

Such a free and qualified candidate was naturally captured by Yang Ming and worked hard to do the work of welcoming him.

In the renovated mansion, there are lights and colors everywhere, and there is an endless stream of guests coming and going, but they are automatically divided into several parts. The female family members in the inner courtyard, the important officials of the court in the middle courtyard, and the ordinary guests in the outer courtyard, each have their own characteristics. In this place, compared to the liveliness of a group of women in the inner courtyard, the people in the middle courtyard are much more stable. They are all people with status, and naturally they have to have their own demeanor. Here, Changping Jun Xiong Qi took the initiative to entertain everyone. Regardless of his status or official position, he has enough confidence to shake up the situation here.

In the inner courtyard, Honglian followed Mrs. Changping Jun to join in the fun. Although Honglian came to Qin for the first time, she still had relatives in Qin. For example, Mrs. Xiong, whose grandmother came from South Korea. Speaking of it, he and Guren do have a barely comparable kinship.

Although the war between the seven countries has been going on for two hundred years, outside of the war, there are more exchanges in various fields. If you look at it in detail, there are indirect and even direct relationships between them.

"The villain is really popular in the Qin State, and he can actually invite so many guests." Honglian's eyes wandered among the crowd. Naturally, she would not be timid about similar scenes. In South Korea, It's not like she has never participated in similar weddings. Although South Korea cannot be compared with Qin, it still has what it should have.

"I just don't know what kind of woman wants to marry that evil man. It's best to be a tigress. Then both the evil man and the Baiyue witch will be unlucky in the future." Hong Lian thought with malice.

The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent. Just when Hong Lian was surprised, Mrs. Xiong beside her explained to Hong Lian in a low voice: "It's the Queen Mother Zhao who is coming."

"Queen Mother Zhao?" Honglian was slightly startled and couldn't react for a moment.

Qin Wangzheng's mother is coming here? After a moment of astonishment, Honglian reacted, and then she subconsciously pursed her soft peach lips. A figure dressed in red appeared in her sight.

The tall figure among women is dressed in red. The gorgeous robe makes its owner look extremely gorgeous, and at the same time has an indescribable majesty. As she steps, the phoenix hairpin and pearls in her hair sway gently. It is full of charm.

"She is Queen Mother Zhao, she is so beautiful." Honglian said subconsciously.

"The Queen Mother is like this, which puts a lot of pressure on my sister, Concubine Yan. If the bride is suppressed by the witnesses, it will be hard to say." Mrs. Xiong looked at Zhao Ji who was dressed up, and couldn't help but mutter to herself road.

Anyone in Qin who has access to the court knows that Yang Ming came from Ganquan Palace and won the trust of Empress Dowager Zhao. However, her trust was so trustworthy that she even had to personally organize Yang Ming's wedding, which still exceeded ordinary people's imagination. .

With the appearance of Queen Mother Zhao, the women and girls who were chattering in chaos just now have turned into ladies one by one. Here, Zhao Ji is the one in charge.

Yang Ming has no elders here, and Zhao Ji is Yang Ming's elder.

Being alone in a completely unfamiliar place, it is essential to be cautious. Although Honglian doesn't like to use her brain many times, she is not without brains. At this time, she played her role very well and was willing to act as a little girl. transparent.

As time went by, the time came to dusk. As the protagonist of the wedding, Concubine Yan was finally picked up by the welcoming convoy. The bride, supported by the maid, walked through the corridors to the hall of the central courtyard. At that time, countless eyes were focused on the protagonist of the new day. Inside the hall, among the female relatives gathered in the left side hall, almost all eyes were focused on Concubine Yan.

At this moment, they felt the aesthetic pressure from the Yin Yang family.

However, among these eyes, there are also eyes that fall on Yang Ming. There are not many young people like Yang Ming in Xianyang and even Qin State, but at Yang Ming's age, he has already reached a high position. Among the important ministers of the Qin State, the young man was alone, especially since Yang Ming was still alone. It was even more mysterious for her to see such a thing.

Today's Yang Ming is naturally the well-deserved protagonist.

However, among the few eyes that fell on Yang Ming, Honglian had a completely different mood.

"How could it be him?" Hong Lian looked at Yang Ming blankly, feeling that her mind went blank.

The evil man who had been cursed countless times by herself actually overlapped with the figure that was the most profound in her memory.

I must have read it wrong. Honglian quickly lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, hoping that he had seen it wrong just now. How could it be possible?

The whispers echoed in Guren's ears, and Guren slowly raised his head.

It was still him. Although there had been some changes compared to a few years ago, the most unchanged figure was still completely present in Honglian's sight, making the last trace of luck in her heart disappear.

Honglian had looked forward to meeting the figure in her sight countless times, and had imagined countless ways to meet again, but she never thought that it would be today. Under such circumstances, the figure in her heart would be like this again. Such a way, such an identity appeared in front of her.

For a moment, Honglian felt that her mind was in chaos, and she couldn't even do the most basic thinking.

Back then, Wei Guo and his party were ordinary, but an incident happened on the way back to South Korea, which made the originally boring journey interesting.

A person broke into that carriage, a person who threatened and lured Guren himself. If this experience were experienced by other girls, it might be a nightmare memory, but for Guren, a very courageous girl, , but I just thought it was interesting. Although there were many things that I was ashamed to mention in the process, Guren did not get benefits.

Thinking of how that man taught her several palm moves and how she cultivated her inner strength, Hong Lian had an inexplicable feeling. Those few palm moves were her biggest secret, and even her brother Han Fei didn't know about it. The secret within.

When Hong Lian reached the age of fourteen or fifteen, and when her love affair first emerged, she often thought of that figure. However, Hong Lian also knew that some people, even if they left the deepest impression in their own memory, could not leave the deepest impression in the world. It's so big that it's almost impossible to reunite.

But before her eyes, Honglian saw that figure again in a way that she had never imagined, familiar yet unfamiliar.

For a time, several colors were changing on Guren's round face.

"Honglian, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Xiong noticed something strange about Honglian, so she asked quietly.

"It's nothing." Honglian reluctantly replied, her mind already in chaos.

"This is getting married. What should I do? I've thought about it too?" Yan Lingji, who was hiding behind the crowd, looked at the wedding dress with a look of envy on her face. She used to disdain the rules of this world. She is a witch from Baiyue, with her own set of values.

Yan Lingji used to think that as long as she lived a comfortable life, she didn't care about anything else.

But when she saw Concubine Yan dressed in a rich dress, Yan Lingji suddenly realized that it was not that she didn't care. She was still a woman after all, so how could she really not care? When she wanted to have a family, she had already It is inevitable to accept this world, or more accurately, the man's world.

"I have really grown up. I have started a family and started a business." At this time, Zhao Ji had another mood. She had watched Yang Ming step by step to where he is today. In Yang Ming's life trajectory, there are There are too many shadows belonging to Zhao Ji.

Looking at Yang Ming today, Zhao Ji felt a sincere sense of satisfaction while eating.

At this time, everyone saw the same scene, but everyone's mood was different. The complexity of it was difficult to describe even with all the words in the world.

It wasn't until night that the wedding was officially completed, and when the guests dispersed, the huge mansion returned to silence.

In the main room of the inner courtyard, Concubine Yan, who had taken off her hijab, looked at Yang Ming sitting next to her. A gentle smile appeared on her slightly rosy face: "Brother, no, it should be your husband."

"Actually, it's nice to call him senior brother," Yang Ming replied.

"What's the reason?" Concubine Yan, who wanted to dilute her nervousness with small talk, followed Yang Ming's words.

"Because it's special." Yang Ming said, looking out the window: "From now on, this place is no longer just a mansion, but a real home."

"Home?" Upon hearing this word, Concubine Yan's nervousness disappeared instantly. This is home.

"Junior sister, it's time for us to rest." Yang Ming said while Concubine Yan was in a daze.

What Yang Ming responded to was Concubine Yan's lowered jade neck and the hard-to-conceal red color behind her ears.