Brother, this showman

Ye Wenqing took off his outer shirt, opened his hands, looked at Song Jihua with a grandpa attitude, and smiled: "Brother Song, please."

Song Jihua looked down at the wedding dress hanging on his arm, and saw that Ye Wenqing had closed his eyes to catch up on sleep, and the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely, but he had no choice but to act as a servant and give him the best of both worlds. wear clothes.

When the gold girdle with ganoderma lucidum auspicious cloud makeup was fastened, Song Jihua's waist, which had been bent all the time, was finally lifted up, and he raised his sleeves to wipe the dense sweat from his forehead.

"Well, not bad." Ye Wenqing opened his eyes and praised.

"No need." Song Jihua waved his hand, and before he could say the word polite, Ye Wenqing continued: "It is said that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, but for me, it is obvious that clothes depend on people! Such a vulgar Wearing the clothes on me makes me feel a bit more immortal."

Song Jihua: "..."

Although he really didn't want to admit it, what Ye Wenqing said was indeed good.

The wedding clothes produced in just three days are not exquisite, and can even be regarded as messy.

Luanfeng and Ming Zhijin's long jackets have a few problems with the gold thread being turned over, just like a fair-faced girl with dense moles on her face, which makes people look straight and say it's a pity.

The two laces connecting the inside and outside of the top are also one long and one short, very asymmetrical, so after tying it up, it looks like the fabric under the armpit has been grabbed by someone, and the hem is slightly raised, and the shape is too bad to describe.

However, Ye Wenqing was tall and tall, and his expensive but useless clothes were propped up, and his chiseled facial features made it impossible to pay too much attention to his clothes.

The blue silk is tied high with a peony-patterned golden crown inlaid with gold filigree. Because Guo Fugui's daughter is much different in height from him, the Guo family had flaunted the nearly one-foot-high phoenix crown before.Of course he doesn't need to wear it, but he still needs to add a crown after all. Although there is a red hijab, the shape of the phoenix crown and the head is still a bit different.

There is a little bit of starlight in her eyes, and a slight smile on her lips, she can't hide her fairy air in her gentleness.

"Okay, people are coming outside." Ye Wenqing turned his back to Song Jihua, picked up the red hijab on the table and put it on his head, "Let's go."

Song Jihua came back to his senses, and raised his hand to support Ye Wenqing, but Ye Wenqing waved his hand and sneered: "Isn't it just covered with a layer of veil, and it's not blind, so I can't see the way clearly?"

After saying that, he stumbled as soon as his feet reached the threshold, and he staggered. Fortunately, he held onto the door frame in time to avoid close contact with the ground.

Ye Wenqing: "..."

Song Jihua lowered his head and suppressed a smile.

When did it get so high?Ye Wenqing stared at the threshold silently for a while, then raised his hem and strode across the threshold, just in time for Wang who was rushing over.

Wang Shi barely stopped in her tracks, the tassels on her temples were still jumping, making crashing sounds from time to time, directly crashing into people's hearts.

Mrs. Wang swallowed nervously, the look of worry on her face gradually became stronger, and she said weakly, "Master Immortal."

Ye Wenqing remained silent.

Song Jihua, who followed behind, coughed lightly: "Madam Guo, today is a happy day, why are you so worried?"

Suddenly, Wang took a deep breath, wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and smiled with difficulty: "Yes, yes, today is a good day for Wan'er, she should be happy."

Ye Wenqing nodded slightly in response.

"Wan'er, Mr. Xu has come and is talking with your father in the front hall." Wang's nervous mood eased a little, and she spoke quickly, "Master Xu just sent someone to ask if you are ready?"

"Let's go." Song Jihua looked at Ye Wenqing, then at Wang, who was holding his handkerchief in a bad shape, and said worriedly, "Mrs. Guo, don't worry, everything is as usual, don't make people suspicious, otherwise."

"I understand." Wang paused, trying to suppress the panic in his heart, took a deep breath, and then nodded firmly.

"It's inconvenient for me to appear with Madam, so I'll take my leave first." Song Jihua took a step back and bowed to Wang Shi.

Mrs. Wang was slightly startled, and then said: "Master Immortal, go slowly."

Acting had to be complete, Wang took Ye Wenqing's hand affectionately, mouthed each other, and reluctantly led him to the front hall.

The county magistrate Xu Sheng had a Chinese-character face, a two-character mustache, and a pair of soybean-sized eyes shone brightly, and his brows gradually showed impatience. He was too lazy to pretend to Guo Fugui, and said directly: Mayor, I've had a few drinks and eaten so many snacks. If this continues, I don't need to eat lunch. Ling Ai is just throwing a hydrangea ball, not doing anything else. There is nothing to do in the yamen today Do it, I brought everyone together, thinking to join in the fun. Mayor Guo, don't let these brothers under my command be disappointed."

The undisguised threat in Xu Sheng's words made Guo Fugui's complexion change a little, and he panicked in his heart, but he pretended to be calm on his face: "What are you talking about, I just want to explain something to the little girl, I have already sent you People have come and said they will come soon.”

"It's better to be like this." Xu Sheng picked up the tea in his hand and sipped it lightly with a smile on his face.

When Xu Sheng sipped the last sip of tea in his cup, Mrs. Wang just happened to bring Ye Wenqing out from behind the Hundred Flowers Curtain.

"The housewife is stupid, and it took too long to chat with the little girl. I hope the adults will punish me." Wang said apologetically, with a happy body.

"Ma'am, you're being polite, mother and daughter love each other." Xu Sheng smiled and waved his hands. At first he thought that Guo Fugui was going to play some tricks, so he brought officers and soldiers here to show him off. Now that someone shows up, he has nothing to worry about. to blame.

Xu Sheng's eyes fell on Ye Wenqing. Seeing that he was a full head taller than Wang, and thinking of the Phoenix Crown that had been widely circulated a few days ago, he didn't have any doubts. He just said politely: "I've heard that Ms. , Gentle and virtuous, I don’t know which talent can join hands with Ms. Guo, it’s really exciting.”

"Let's go, Mayor Guo, it's getting late, there must be a lot of people gathered downstairs." Xu Sheng waved his hand, laughed, got up and walked out.

At the end of South Street, a two-story building came into view.

The carved beams and painted buildings are beautiful.

The railing on the second floor is carved with a picture of a phoenix crossing its neck, which is lifelike, as if it will spread its wings and soar in the air in the next moment.

Bright red silk is hung under the eaves, and the breeze blows, playfully holding red flowers in the air.

Downstairs gathered a group of dark people, shoulder to shoulder.

Some held red paper high in their hands, shaking it like a rattle drum.

Ye Wenqing couldn't help but stop to watch, and only then was he able to see the words on it clearly.

"Hello, Ms. Guo, Ms. Guo is wonderful, Ms. Guo will marry me as a bride. I promise to treat you well, and there will be no quarrel after marriage. As long as you give the banknote on time, you can call me whatever you want."

Ye Wenqing: "..."

He looks like a toad, he deserves to be a bachelor.

The people next to the man were also laughing at him: "I said, Sixth, you can wash charcoal if you have nothing to do. Why come here to join in the fun? This Miss Guo can be your daughter. Also, what are you holding?" ? Are you afraid of being abrupt, Miss Guo?"

The sixth child is just forty this year, he is sloppy and looks ordinary.Since the family has no money and has to take care of the old mother who is paralyzed in bed, how can anyone be willing to marry a girl to him?Therefore, I have been single all the time, and I have not thought about asking for a wife, and I have been muddling along.

Later, weird things happened one after another in the town, the government frequently took the girl's house to throw hydrangea balls to the Yuanyang Tower to recruit relatives, and the sixth son came to his mind, no matter what, it would be good to get a wife.Even if there is a chance this time, he can be considered to have climbed to the Guo family.

"I heard that Miss Guo likes talented men, so I improvised a poem." The sixth child snorted and continued to hold the red paper in his hand.

There were a few scholars crowded around. Hearing Lao Liu's words, his eyes lit up, and he quickly rolled up his sleeves, as if preparing for a fight.

One of the short, sallow-faced and thin scholars raised his head and recited his own poem hoarsely towards the second floor: "The ruthless showers startled the night, and the dawn saw the flying red into everyone. The common people said goodbye to the world, and vowed to be Luoyang flowers in this life."

Another tall scholar next to the scholar curled his lips in disdain: "What are you sarcastic about?"

The short man raised his chin proudly: "It's just a sudden thought, Brother Li, why not try it too? I heard that Brother Li's house is short of candles, so why don't you lend me a wedding candle for you on the day of my wedding with Ms. Guo?" Night?"

The tall man was so angry that he blushed and had a thick neck, staring at him angrily, muttering: "Mo Xiaohan's family has no wise men, who said that the family is full of Chensi? The fragrant car is hung with purple python and red silk, and the white clothes on the opposite side are unknown! "

"it is good!"

The tall man was surrounded by children from poor families. He was holding his breath for a long time, and could only write some sour poems to secretly sarcasm. It was rare for someone to vent out boldly, which was really exciting.

As a result, what was supposed to be a good hydrangea throwing event turned into a poetry contest, which stunned the people upstairs.

But Ye Wenqing also likes the tall man's poem, it's crazy!Proud enough!

"Chui Mao's immature child rests in the world, and half a hundred generals hold their horses and cry. Fortunately, Cheng Ze returned to his hometown, but the old man Shuang Huan didn't know the way." The short man racked his brains to squeeze out the last bit of ink in his stomach, feeling a little guilty in his heart, but his face Still not showing any timidity, he looked at the tall man arrogantly.

"Bang!"

The deafening gong sounded the tall man's poem back to his mouth, and Xu Sheng's steady voice came from above: "Be safe and don't be impatient. Next, I will explain the detailed rules for throwing hydrangea balls. No intentional tricks are allowed." Injury, no violence to grab the ball, no resentment."

"Good! Good! Good!" The sixth child in the crowd was the first to applaud. He has come to Yuanyang Tower several times, and Xu Sheng's words are always the same every time. , I'm afraid I'm going to start scolding a long time ago.

Everyone who came back clapped their hands and applauded one after another.

Xu Sheng took a step back, turned his head to look at Guo Fugui, and said, "There's still an incense stick left, is Mayor Guo anything else to say?"

Guo Fugui walked out of the railing, looked around the crowd, but did not see Feng Lianchen, frowned slightly, and subconsciously looked at Ye Wenqing.

Ye Wenqing was looking down at the Koudan that Wang had dyed on his hand on the way here. It was pink, and he had a headache again. It was a womanly look, and I heard it was not easy to wash.

Seeing that Ye Wenqing was not looking at him, Guo Fugui had no choice but to call out, "Wan'er."

Ye Wenqing did not respond.

Guo Fugui bit the bullet again and shouted, "Wan'er."

Standing beside Ye Wenqing, Wang quietly touched Ye Wenqing's elbow through the cover of her sleeve.

Ye Wenqing came back to his senses, stepped forward and threw out the exquisite hydrangea in his hand.

The hydrangea falls down in a graceful arc, and the bells and tassels hanging on it are like a colorful butterfly dancing in the wind, being shot by the people below with sword-like eyes.

Guo Fugui's lips were pale, and he took a step back, with only one thought in his mind: it's over.