Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

On this day, the inside and outside of the capital city were full of excitement, not for anything else, but because the Shen family got married today.

The night before, at the time of the second and third watch shifts, two people were sent by the Qiu Mansion. One was holding a gauze lantern with a red happy character, holding a pottery doll in his arms, and the other was carrying a red cloth wooden box, which contained a set of clothes for the bride. He set up a face mirror and fired three cannonballs at the door of Shen's house, earning money for "Treading Flower Hall".The dowry of Qiu family 32 was carried into Shen's house one after another, including boxes and cages, tables, chairs and bedding, gold-painted boxes, tea chairs, spring stools, dressing tables, copper washbasins, everything that one could imagine.

The married wife invited by the Shen family and the eight best men delivered the door-to-door stickers to the Qiu family early in the morning.

Mr. Silence is dressed in a long robe and mandarin jacket, a top hat, and a red flower arrangement, and his face is full of spring.Haohao Tangtang’s welcoming team occupied a whole street, the drummers carried the eight-faced happy drums, and the drums were played in front to clear the way. The umbrella seat screen mirror was held high in the back, followed by the green curtain sedan chair for the groom and the entourage. The carriage and the red satin embroidered eight-carriage sedan chair for the bride.

Playing and blowing along the way, the noise is so lively.

Compared with the Shen and Qiu families, the Shang mansion seemed a bit more deserted this day. Master Shang and Mrs. Shang sat on the main seat of the hall, waved away a group of servants, and Shang Chengde and others took their seats on the left and right sides respectively. The atmosphere was rare serious.

Holding a teacup, Shang Rushan frowned deeply. His gaze swept over the three sons, and finally stopped on Shang Chengen, "Chengen."

"Father." Shang Chengen still had that cold face.

"I heard from your mother that you are going to be drafted into the army and join the Green Army?" Shang Rushan's voice was low.

As soon as these words came out, Shang Chengde and Shang Chengjun were taken aback, Shang Chengjun held his teacup and turned to look at him, Shang Chengde just frowned slightly.

Shang Chengen looked away from Shang Chengde, looked at Shang Rushan on the main seat, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, father."

Mrs. Shang clutched her handkerchief, "Cheng En, this march and war is no joke."

"Mother, my son has already thought it over clearly. Uncle Liu has already made arrangements for him, and the date has been set, and he will leave next month." Shang Chengen's tone was so flat that no fluctuation could be heard.

"Second brother, I've never heard you say this. Could it be that you want to join the army on a temporary basis?" Shang Chengjun said.

"It was planned a few years ago."

Master Shang was silent for a while, then said in a deep voice, "I will discuss this matter with your Uncle Liu."

"Father, my son has decided to go." Shang Chengen's resolute and handsome brows frowned, and his words were full of unshakable firmness.

The hall suddenly fell into silence, and Shang Rushan kept a gloomy face and did not speak.

"The war in Sichuan is still on, I'd better listen to my father and discuss it later." Shang Chengde, who had never spoken, said.

The corners of Mrs. Shang's eyes were slightly red, "Cheng En, your elder brother has already said so, you just listen to your father once, on the battlefield, swords have no eyes, if you get hurt, you call me and your father..."

Madam Shang couldn't continue, she wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, "Chengde, he has been listening to you since he was a child, please persuade him."

Shang Chengde frowned for a while and said, "...Yes."

Inside the garden, there are tall pavilions and corridors, exotic flowers and plants, mountains and rivers, strange mountains and thin rocks, and a line of willows all around, which is quite a wonderful scene.A canal pool was dug on the flat ground in the courtyard, and a pavilion for enjoying the scenery was built on the green pool among the thin stones.

The boy served tea, the maid brought two plates of scenic snacks, and went down.

Shang Chengde bowed his head and took a sip of hot tea. In the white porcelain tea bowl, the tea leaves were green and green, lightly covered with pekoe. The tea soup was clear in color and fragrant in his lungs. It was the top-quality Dongting Biluochun.

At this time, Shang Chengde was wearing a duck-egg green robe, covered with a Tibetan mandarin jacket with shallow water ripples, a lake-colored belt around his waist, and two jade ornaments hanging down. Gentle and elegant.

A person is like his clothes, Shang Chengen kept his eyes on the two jade pendants silently.

One green and one white, jasper is the quality of jade that can be seen everywhere in the market, and there are shallow fine lines on the body of the jade, but the suet white jade is the top-grade jade, a good thing that is hard to find.

Shang Chengen didn't know that these two pieces of jade came from the same person.

Shang Chengde put down his teacup, turned his eyes to a pair of mandarin ducks on the blue pool not far away, and said in a calm tone, "Is Jun'er's name talisman ready?"

"Probably... alright." Shang Chengen frowned thinking of the baby that Mrs. Rishang had brought and forced into his arms a few days ago, leaving a puddle of pussy urine on him.

"After all, it is your flesh and blood, don't give birth to me."

"...Mmm." Shang Chengen's brows were still furrowed, and he didn't let go.

The two were silent for a while, and the servant had come up to refill tea twice, Shang Chengde finally said, "Why do you want to join the army?"

"Nowadays the war in Jinchuan is still uncertain. Taking advantage of my youth and strength, I went to battle to kill the enemy. I have fulfilled my long-cherished wish, and my martial arts skills are not in vain."

"Have you thought about your parents, wife and children?"

"Could it be that the children of the Eight Banners who are bloody and killing the enemy on the battlefield today, the generals of the Green Battalion have no parents, wives and children?" Shang Chengen looked into the distance, and said in a deep voice, "I have no interest in fame since I was a child, but I just want to follow my father Studying business, I also know that I don't have that talent, so if I don't want to join the battlefield, if I'm lucky enough to return the shroud of horse leather... it will be a glory for our business."

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Shang Chengde looked at him, and turned his eyes for a long time, "If that's the case, I won't stop you, it's just that... don't have my reasons."

A trace of bitterness slipped across Shang Chengen's lips, "Brother, don't you still remember what happened that day?"

Shang Chengde squeezed the teacup tightly, raised his head and took a sip, "It's getting late, I'll..."

"Brother." Shang Chengen got up, and paused his hands in mid-air, "If I said that I was actually awake that day, what would you do?"

Shang Chengde paused, his brows were deeply furrowed, "No one knows better than me whether you're drunk or not."

Shang Chengen smiled wryly, "Forget it, brother, just think I'm drunk."

Shang Chengde shook his sleeves and wanted to leave, but Shang Chengen's words behind him made him stop.

"Brother, do you really think that when I went to Su Qingchi's yard half a year ago, the wound on the corner of his mouth was caused by me?" Shang Chengen's mouth curled up, and his handsome and handsome eyebrows twitched, "Did he not talk to you?" Said, I almost forced him, the wound on his mouth was actually me..."

"Snapped!"

Shang Chengde squinted his eyes, clenched his sleeves and fists tightly, "I will tell Dad about you going to fight."

Shang Chengen could only feel the fishy sweetness in his mouth, looking at the figure who resolutely left, his throat tightened, and his usually tightly pursed lips raised a self-deprecating arc at this moment.

Inside the glazed tile pavilion with upturned eaves, the afterglow of the setting sun shone down, and the man's resolute figure was dyed one part lonely and two part desolate.

Holding the saber at his waist, the man strode out of the pavilion.